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Panic:

Dodge Mason

Drunk and in love^

Story takes place during panic, partying at players ball. Reader lives with Mason family since her father was arrested and her mother died.

You can kiss me if you want to*

Dodge and reader bicker constantly, what happens when reader shows up to the diner in tears.

9-1-1

Evan ‘buck’ Buckley

Confessions in plain slight

A Buckley-Nash wedding

Too Late, or Just in Time?

It was late afternoon when Evan “Buck” Buckley finally saw the email that shattered him. His heart stopped for a moment as he read the subject line: “Resignation: Isabel Nash”. Buck had known something was off the past few weeks, a distance between them that hadn’t been there before. But to see it in black and white—that Isabel was leaving the 118—hit him like a punch to the gut.

He read the email twice, but the words didn’t change. Isabel was resigning. She was leaving LA. She was leaving them.

Buck’s mind raced. Why hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t she come to him? She’d always confided in him before. Was it because of him? Did his feelings for her, which had grown over the past seven years, make things too complicated? He couldn’t breathe. The reality of it was sinking in, and for the first time in years, Buck felt completely out of control.

“Hey, man. You okay?” Eddie’s voice brought Buck back to the present. He hadn’t even realized Eddie was standing beside him, looking at the resignation email over his shoulder.

Buck shook his head, running a hand through his hair, his chest tightening. “Isabel’s leaving,” he muttered, almost to himself. “She’s leaving the 118. She’s leaving everything.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, leaving everything?”

Buck’s voice cracked. “She’s resigning. Moving away. To another state. I don’t even know where, Eddie. I—I didn’t even know she was thinking about it.” His hands gripped the edge of the desk, as if holding on to something solid in the midst of his growing panic.

Eddie’s expression softened, but there was no time to waste. “Buck, go after her.”

Buck didn’t need any more convincing. He knew exactly where Isabel would go. It wasn’t just a gut feeling; it was years of knowing her, knowing her habits, her routines. He grabbed his jacket and ran out of the firehouse without another word, ignoring the worried glances of the others as he passed.

The cool evening air hit him as he made his way to her apartment. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of unspoken words heavy on his mind. When he reached her building, he almost expected her to be there, standing in the doorway, ready to explain. But there was nothing. No sign of her.

He knocked, his hands trembling. A neighbor passed by and shook their head, not even recognizing Isabel. The apartment was empty. Buck’s stomach twisted with a familiar sense of dread. Had she already gone? Had she left without saying goodbye? Without giving him a chance?

He stood there for a moment, helpless, his mind running in circles. Then, without thinking, he turned on his heel and made his way to the small café near the station. It was the same café they had been going to for years. The place where they’d shared countless coffees before heading to work. The place where, often, no words were necessary. The place that felt like home.

Buck pushed open the door, the bell above the entrance chiming as he stepped inside. The café was almost empty, save for a few people scattered around. His eyes scanned the room, desperation creeping into his chest as he searched for her.

And then he saw her.

Isabel sat in the corner booth, hunched over a mug of coffee, her hands wrapped around it as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her shoulders were slumped, her gaze fixed on the table in front of her. She hadn’t seen him yet.

Buck’s heart raced as he made his way toward her. The words he had been choking on for years seemed to hang in the air, waiting to be spoken. As he approached, she looked up, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Buck,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, but she didn’t move.

He stood there for a moment, just looking at her. There was a bittersweet ache in his chest. This could be the last time I see her. The thought alone was almost enough to make him turn around and leave.

But he couldn’t. Not now. Not when everything he’d been feeling for so long was suddenly overwhelming him in a way he couldn’t ignore anymore.

“Isabel, don’t go,” he said, his voice raw and pleading. “Please.”

She looked away, the tightness in her jaw betraying the conflict she was feeling. “I don’t belong here anymore, Buck. I thought… I thought maybe leaving would be easier, you know? A fresh start. A chance to… figure things out.”

Buck’s heart sank. She was leaving because she thought she didn’t belong, because she thought LA, the 118, and maybe even him didn’t need her anymore.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said, sitting down across from her, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “I don’t think I can handle you leaving, Isabel. I—I—” He stopped, unable to continue, the weight of seven years of unspoken feelings crashing over him. “I love you. I’ve loved you for years.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but Buck pressed on, his voice shaking.

“I didn’t say it before. I should’ve, but I didn’t. I was too afraid. Too afraid of ruining everything. But I can’t stand here and let you walk away from me without telling you the truth. Isabel, I love you. I have for so long, and I didn’t even know how to say it until now.”

She stared at him, her expression unreadable, the weight of his words hanging in the air between them. She was silent for a long moment before finally speaking.

“Buck… I—” Her voice faltered, and she took a deep breath. “I didn’t know. I thought… I thought you didn’t feel the same. That maybe… maybe you just saw me as a friend. And I didn’t want to make things complicated, you know? Especially when I was already trying to figure everything out. But leaving—leaving is hard. I don’t know if it’s the right choice.”

“Isabel,” Buck said softly, reaching out to touch her hand. “You don’t have to leave. Not because of me, not because of anyone. You deserve to make a choice for yourself, but don’t leave because you think it’s the only option. If it’s because you think you’re alone, you’re not. I’m here. I always will be.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at their intertwined hands, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if I’m making the biggest mistake of my life, Buck?”

“Then let’s figure it out together,” Buck said, squeezing her hand. “You don’t have to make this decision alone. Not anymore. Not when I’ve spent all these years hoping you’d see me the way I see you.”

Isabel looked up at him then, and for the first time in years, Buck saw something in her eyes he had been waiting for—a flicker of hope, a spark of possibility. It was enough. It was everything.

“You’re not too late, Buck,” Isabel whispered, her lips curving into a small, uncertain smile.

Buck’s heart leaped in his chest, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of certainty. He didn’t know what the future would hold for them, but for the first time, he was willing to face it—together.

A Buckley - Nash Wedding

Hey guys!!!

New story for you sweeties

Evan “Buck” Buckley stood at the edge of the vineyard, his hands slightly trembling as he adjusted his dark emerald green suit for the hundredth time. The Tuscan sun bathed the rolling hills of Italy in golden light, a perfect match for the joyous occasion. The scent of ripe grapes mingled with the perfume of blooming flowers from the garden where the ceremony was about to take place. He glanced at Eddie Diaz, his best man, who gave him an encouraging nod. On Buck’s other side stood Chimney, his second groomsman, whose smile was a reassuring constant. “You ready, Buckaroo?” Chimney asked, patting him on the back. “Yeah,” Buck replied, his voice soft but resolute. “I’ve been ready for this my whole life.” In the flower-filled garden, chairs had been arranged in rows overlooking the vineyard, and guests were settling in. The altar was a simple yet elegant archway of intertwined vines and flowers—roses, hydrangeas, and wisteria cascading in shades of white, pink, and lavender. The sun painted a masterpiece in the sky, hues of gold and blue stretching endlessly. On the other side of the vineyard, Isabel “Winnie” Nash was in her dressing room, her reflection staring back at her in the mirror.

Her dress was a vision: a white gown embroidered with delicate flowers in pastel tones, each stitch telling a story of spring and love. Maddie Buckley stood beside her, gently fixing the veil. Henrietta “Hen” Wilson smoothed the fabric of her mauve bridesmaid dress, offering a steadying hand on Winnie’s shoulder. “You look breathtaking,” Maddie whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. “You ready to marry my little brother?” she added with a teasing grin. Winnie laughed softly, her hands resting over her bouquet of wildflowers. “More than ready. He’s my everything.”

The music began to play—a soft, romantic melody carried by the gentle breeze. Guests turned toward the aisle as the procession started. Eddie and Chimney walked side by side, their camaraderie evident as they took their places near the altar. Maddie and Hen followed, their smiles radiant as they carried bouquets of matching wildflowers. Next, the music shifted slightly, signaling Buck’s turn.

Athena Grant, regal and confident in her role, walked him down the aisle. Buck’s blue eyes shimmered with emotion, and his smile wide. As they reached the altar, Athena squeezed his arm. “You’ve got this,” she murmured. Then came Bobby Nash, a proud smile on his face as he walked his niece down the aisle. Winnie’s eyes locked with Buck’s, and the world seemed to melt away. Her heart raced, yet she felt completely at peace. As they reached the altar, Bobby kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “He’s a lucky man.” Buck and Winnie stood face to face beneath the flowered arch, the vineyard stretching endlessly behind them. The officiant began, but to Buck, the words felt like a distant hum. All he could focus on was the love shining in Winnie’s eyes and the feeling that every moment in his life had led to this. When it was time for their vows, Winnie went first.

Her voice was steady, but tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke. “Evan, you are my sun, my stars, my calm in every storm. You’ve taught me what it means to love unconditionally, and I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you that same love.” Buck’s voice trembled slightly as he began. “Winnie, you came into my life like spring after a long winter. You’ve made me a better man, and I promise to be your partner in every adventure, your rock in every storm, and your biggest cheerleader for every dream.” As the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, Buck leaned in and kissed Winnie, the applause of their friends and family echoing around them. Eddie and Chimney cheered loudly, while Maddie wiped tears from her eyes, her smile wide. The reception was held on the vineyard, tables decorated with flowers and candles. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the evening air. Buck and Winnie shared their first dance under strings of fairy lights, their happiness radiating in every step.

Okay, so I know this is so different to my Mike Faist feed that I got going on, but I have become so obsessed with the show 911 and I’ve literally watched up to season six in two weeks. it’s horrible. It’s an addiction and I am madly madly madly in love with buck. Like Please send help. so I’ve got a few little stories here and there that I would love to throw out to you guys. if you like it, please interact and request. Absolutely happy to do anything you guys want.

And I might just add that as a current playwright it is probably going to be set up like that a little too much but I hope you guys can look past that and just enjoy the stories that I’ve got for you. 

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A quiet moment at the station, just after Buck has decided to go for it. Isabel is at the front desk, reviewing some paperwork when Buck approaches, his heart racing a little. The station is quieter than usual, giving him the perfect opportunity to finally talk to her.

Buck: (clearing his throat, nervously) Hey, Isabel.

Isabel: (glancing up, giving him a warm smile) Oh, hey, Buck. What’s up?

Buck: (pauses, trying to steady himself) Uh, not much. Just… I was hoping we could talk for a minute.

Isabel: (raising an eyebrow) Sure, what’s on your mind?

Buck: (looking down for a second, gathering his thoughts) I don’t want to make things weird or anything, but… I’ve been thinking a lot about… us.

Isabel: (a little curious, putting her pen down) Us?

Buck: (quickly, trying to explain himself) No, no. Not like that. I just—what I’m trying to say is… (he sighs, running a hand through his hair) I like you, Isabel. Like, really like you.

Isabel: (pausing, her eyes softening as she watches him) Oh.

Buck: (rushing now, the words tumbling out) And I know we’ve been friends, and we work together, and I don’t want to mess things up, but I’d rather tell you than let it sit inside me and not say anything, you know? I don’t want to be that guy who never says what he feels.

Isabel: (smiling gently, standing up and stepping closer to him) Buck… I’m glad you said something.

Buck: (eyes widening, his nerves easing a little) You’re not mad? Or freaked out?

Isabel: (laughing softly) No, not at all. I… actually, I’ve been feeling the same way. I just didn’t know if you’d be open to it, or if I was reading things wrong.

Buck: (grinning, visibly relieved) Seriously?

Isabel: (nodding) Yeah. I’ve been trying to figure out if I was just imagining it or if there was something there.

Buck: (laughing nervously) So, what does that mean? Like… are we, uh… are we doing this?

Isabel: (gently teasing) Well, it’s not exactly a proposal, Buck. But I think we could give this a shot. If you’re still interested after all that rambling.

Buck: (smiling wider now, his confidence returning) Definitely still interested.

Isabel: (softly) Okay. Then let’s see where this goes.

Buck: (nodding, taking a deep breath) Cool. I, uh… I can’t believe I actually said it.

Isabel: (laughing lightly) I’m glad you did. It’s been on my mind too, you know?

Buck: (grinning) Yeah? You make it hard to not think about.

Isabel: (playfully rolling her eyes) You’re lucky you’re cute.

Buck: (laughing, feeling the weight lift off his shoulders) Well, I’ll take that.

The moment hangs in the air between them, a mix of relief and excitement. The tension that had been there for so long has finally broken, leaving the possibility of something new—something more—on the horizon.

Buck: (after a beat) So, uh, how about we grab dinner sometime? Like, outside of work?

Isabel: (smiling) I’d like that.

Buck: (grinning) Alright, it’s a date then.

YOURE LOSING ME

FROM THE VAULT

I’ve been going through a bit of a hard time recently but I will start posting more soon.

I’ve been really into heartstopper since it came out on Netflix. I immediately went and bought all the books and listened to the audiobooks and omg.

I think I need to rewatch panic and WSS because I feel like I’m slipping out of my Mike phase since being working all the time and just being so out of it yk.

Reader is 18. This takes place during panic, partying at players ball. No names are properly mentioned but you are the one living the story and “he” is Dodge.

Part of this was inspired by 1x06 “DEAD-END” of the scene of Dodge and Natalie in Dodges room ;)

Contains a bit of swearing, drug and alcohol references and references to sex.

The reader has been living with the Mason family after their father was arrested and their mum died.

I spilt my drink on myself whilst partying and he helps me get back home to change.

I’m trying to take off my shirt but struggling because I’m highly intoxicated

“Woah, woah. Hey, let me help”

he helps me take my shirt off. He admires my almost bare body for a moment before taking off his shirt and sliding it over my head and pulls it down and it sits past my waist. His hands linger on my waist for a moment. We are staring into each others eyes.

“Why won’t you kiss me”

He was taken back by my new found confidence. He knows I’m not the type of person to just say something so bold.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you”

Whilst I’m happy he won’t do anything when I’m under the influence, it strikes my heart because I’ve been wanting him to make a move for a while.

“I haven’t drunk anything in hours. I’ve been eating. Im sober enough to know what I want and to think straight”

He removes his hands from my waist and walks to his room. I feel defeated. I slump onto my bed.

When a rush of energy hits me , I walk to his door.

“You just walk away. Seriously? After I say something like that?”

I’ve told him about my past. He knows what’s happened to me and he is careful with how he treats me. Yes it’s sweet of him to care but I wish he would just do something like they do in the movies you know.

He is still shirtless. I can feel my body burning up as I scan his figure sitting in the bed in front of me. He can obviously see how red I’m turning and a smirk crosses his face.

“Fine. If you’re just not going to say anything”

I turn to leave as I feel a cold hand grip my wrist. It was loose, as if he didn’t want to accidentally hurt me.

“What?” I say with annoyance in my voice.

If he wants something with me he should just say it. I’ve never told him how I feel as he is my best friend but I’ve dropped hints and tonight I made it obvious that I was to kiss him.

He pulls me towards him. I stumble a bit as I’m very light on my feet.

His hands grip my waist again.

“No one’s saying I don’t want to kiss you, I think about doing it all the time. How I need it to be perfect and at the perfect time. But you’re impossible to catch alone and it’s difficult to make a moment special since you’re usually high”

He’s not wrong. When I’m not working or with “the gang” I’m getting high. Yes I know it’s bad, but it helps me deal with everything that happened with my parents.

“I’m not high right now”

My eyes drop to my waist where his hands are tightly gripped.

“Nothing is stopping you from doing it right now”

“It won’t be special”

“Who gives a fuck if it is or it isn’t. It’s with you and that’s all that I could care about”

He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t do anything. He just stands there and stares at me.

I shake my head

“Fine. If you’re just not going to do anything.”

I try to escape is hold on my waist but he wouldn’t budge.

“I want to kiss you. Never assume I don’t. I just don’t want it to be bad and I don’t want you to be weirded out and get embarrassed and stop talking to me.”

“That wouldn’t ha-“

He cuts me off and slowly starts taking steps closer towards me. I start taking steps back. My heart is racing.

“I’m the one talking now”

I can’t step back anymore. My back hits the wall.

He leans down, my body is burning.

He lightly kisses me. Then again. And again.

He puts his hand on my face as the kiss deepens.

He takes off the shirt he had previously put on me.

He lays me on his bed and looks down at me for a moment.

He resumes with one kiss to my lips then moving down to my neck. Trailing kisses all the way down my stomach, across my breasts.

Down.

Down.

972 words.

OC pronouns : she/her

I love Mike Faist and all of his characters so I wanted to write something. This is my first time really writing anything like this so I hope it’s alright. Enjoy <3

YN walks into dots, when the bells jingle she looks up and looks eyes with the mysterious boy, dodge Mason. She’s known dodge for the past few months as he came to her high school in mid August. YN and Dodge have always had a hit and mess relationship/friendship constant bickering and sarcastic comments thrown around to each other, although she never admit it, she would always smile to herself when he’d make a sneaky comment about her. Dodge felt the same, smirking when he’d catch one of her comments.

However on this particular day YN was crying. Dots was empty and she was very thankful for that. She couldn’t really face people staring her down or judging her or talking about her to the fellow people at that tables. Dodge walks around from the counter and stands in front of the upset girl.

“W-what’s wrong? Who did this, and who do I have to beat up?“ Spoke dodge, with a hint of anger and his voice but mostly concerned for the girl in front of him.

“Nobody did anything, this is stupid I don’t know why I’m here.” Replied YN, tears still streaming down her face.

”I should go” YN turned to leave dots “no!“ Dodge slightly yelled. “No, uhm, it’s okay. you don’t have to leave” dodge said softly this time.

He walks over to flick the open sign off and locks the doors. He pulls YN over to sit at one of the tables.

“I suppose I’m just anxious. I don’t know. This was random and I didn’t know where else to go. This seemed like my best bet. Maybe if I ate I would feel better.”

“I can make you something to eat”

Dodge goes to stand up, YN quickly grabs his hand. He looks down at the table.

“No it’s fine, don’t leave” said YN softly. Looking at dodge with innocent eyes.

“Just something small, I won’t be gone long I promise.” Says dodge.

YN gives a nod of agreement and he goes into the kitchen.

When he returns to the front area his eyes rest on YN who is standing next to the counter. He passes her a sandwich. smiling at her with reassurance.

She grabs the sandwich and takes a bite. “Thank you” YN says with a mouth full of food. They both laugh.

God, His laugh made her feel better. See, YN has had a crush on dodge ever since he walked into history class on his first day. Though she’d never admit it to anyone. Especially not her best friends, Natalie and Heather. They’d just laugh at her.

Dodge walks around to stand in front of the girl once again. YN catches a glimpse of herself in the reflection on the glass doors. Dodge watches her and smiles to himself.

YN takes a deep breath, “man, I feel like shit” she says as she walks over to sit at the table they had previously been at.

“You look like shit too” dodge says sarcastically. Earning as slap on the shoulder from YN. She bumps into his broad shoulder as she goes to sit down.

Dropping her plate, YN lets out a gasp. Dodge impulsively grabs her and pulls her back towards with body.

“Careful there girly” dodge says. He’s staring at her, Her eyes are locked on the plate she just dropped, YN turns to face Dodge who hasn’t let go of her yet.

‘I’m so sorry about the plate” she says turning to face him.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that” dodge replies.

Their eyes meet and neither can find the motivation to look away nor pull away from the hug they’re basically sharing.

“You think my heads pretty?” Laughs YN.

“I think everything about you is pretty” dodge says. Smiling at the blush that spreads across the girls face.

“Well, I should probably go, thank you for the food and making me feel better.” YN says as she pulls away from the embrace her and the boy share.

Just as she is about to unlock the door dodge says “wait.”

She turns back to face the brunette boy, curiosity washes her face. “Hmm?” She simply says.

Dodge takes a few steps closer to the girl.

“Can I kiss you?” Dodge let’s out quietly, YN doesn’t hear him.

“What did you say?” Asks YN.

“I think about you all the time, YN. Ever since I first saw you in school, you’re all I think about. I imagine what it would be like to spend my nights with you. Walking around town in the dimly light streets after dark. I said can I kiss you?” Dodge says, rather quickly.

“You can kiss me, if you want to.”

Dodge steps closer to the girl once again. He looks at her for a moment. She gives him a nod as to say she wants to kiss him too.

He leans in and their lips meet after months of longing for this moment.

YN smiles into the kiss, her heart is racing, she wonders if his is too.

His hand cups her cheek to lift her head and the kiss grows deeper and deeper. After what feels like forever and barely a minute he pulls away, panting.

“I don’t think I want to go anymore.” She says.

“Then don’t. Stay right here, stay with me. Forever.” He says whilst staring into her eyes.

She giggles nervously. Making him smile. He lets her go and she starts cleaning the broken plate on the floor as he unlocks the door and flocks the lights back on to open.

Customers start coming in to the diner and YN watches Dodge serve them all from her spot at the counter.