#kittycat-cas

Boop

Japanese soufflé cheesecake is more like a chiffon or soufflé and it jiggles!

Basque is a baked cheesecake where the top caramelises and tastes like Crème Brûlée and the middle tastes like a silky smooth flan.

I NEED THEM BOTH.

LIKE, HI? HELLO??

Shoulder To Lean On

♡ Pairing: Buck/Reader, Gender Neutral

♡ Genre: Angst, Fluff

♡ Word Count: 311

It had been a long day to say the least, and the last call of the day had been a tough search and rescue. After hours and hours of trudging through the ruined building and desperately searching for survivors, the entire squad was exhausted through and through.

Chimney, and Hen tended to have their own way of dealing with rough calls, choosing to engage in some light jokes and conversation. Whilst Eddie tended to stare out the window, clearly lost in his own thoughts. 

Buck was one or the other, and most of the time you were content to just listen.

However, that call had just taken it out of you, and despite knowing your shift was close to ending, you just couldn’t stay awake.

You don’t even really remember when you started to doze off, your eyes fluttering shut as Buck had started rambling about something random next to you.

Maybe it was the calming tone of his voice, or the way he always seemed to radiate warmth, but as your eyes closed for the last time, your head lolled against his shoulder.

The sudden contact jolted you awake however, and you immediately sat up straight, realizing what you had done.

“S-Shit, sorry, Buck.” You apologized quickly, bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes. “I’m a bit more tired than I realized.”

Buck hummed thoughtfully, tossing a glance at you before he moved a bit closer to you. “Get some rest, it’s still a while out to the station.”

“Huh?” You said blinking in surprise, “I wouldn’t want to-”

“Y/N,” he tsked, his voice firm, but gentle. “I mean it.”

A sleepy smile spread across your face as you nodded and made yourself comfortable, laying your head against his shoulder. 

Within minutes you were drifting off to a peaceful sleep, happy to be surrounded by your loving crew.

“Dad, I don’t feel so good," Christopher says, leaning into his father's side as his face turns an unhealthy shade of green. "I think I'm gonna be sick," he adds sadly.

Eddie turns to you with worry in his eyes and you look back at him with just as much panic in yours before they dart around the boat Eddie rented for a fun day out to try and find something to prevent disaster.

"One second, buddy, we've got you, okay?" you say in an attempt to soothe him. Eddie urges you to sit and lays Christopher's head down on your lap so he can frantically move around the boat instead. You play with Christopher's hair softly to distract him and soon, the tint to his skin returns to normal and soft snores start to echo through the nearly silent air.

"That was a close one," Eddie says as he plops down next to you, adding, "but I'm glad we had our miracle worker here."