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rennorthernlights · 4 months

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Breaking You In

Ghost X Reader/OC——————————————————————————————

Brief Summary: Hiding your identity as an Omega is nothing new but hiding it in an Elite Taskforce is harder than you thought.

Your callsign is Mustang due to your stubbornness and the “Fuck You” attitude that you tend to embody. You take your heat-blocking pills religiously until they don’t come in anymore.

Just what you need… The beginning of Pre-heat is starting to show and your losing your mind with how annoying the Lieutenant is being.

(There’s no description of what Mustang looks like. I just wanted to name her that.)

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MINORS DNI+18 AND UP ONLY Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Con to Dub-Con, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Aggressive Behavior, Aggressive Sex, Spanking, Dom/Sub, Forced Submission, Overstimulation, Ghost Ain’t A Good Guy In This But He’s Hot, Forced Bonding, Forced Mating, Semi-Public Sex, Semi-Clothed Sex, Breeding Kink, Ghost Tryna Be A Dad And Daddy, Choking, Hands On Throat, Tell Me If I Missed Any

MINORS DNI+18 AND UP ONLY

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The world has a love for Alphas in the military, they’re stronger and aggressive, good for the firefights and the bullets. Dominant and steelier compared to the Betas. Many of the Alphas tend to hold the higher positions in the military just due to their second nature alone. Leading most of the military fields save for the Betas that manage to keep up with them. Even the elite Taskforces are no different due to them being chalk full of Alphas and a handful of Betas. Only the best of the best is needed after all.

Omegas on the other hand… now that’s a different story. Most Omegas that choose to work have more of the “Less-Stressful” jobs. At least that’s what the unspoken rule is supposed to be. Some old-fashioned Alphas and even Betas would say that a good Omega is an Omega with their legs spread for a knot and filled with pups. Made to only raise the young and be good for their better mates. Depending on who you talk to it’s practically looked down upon if an Omega has a job.

Docile. Sweet. Easy.

That is what the world expects of Omegas. At least that’s what THEIR world expects. When you first presented as an Omega at the young age at 12 years old you refused to stay seated. Not surprising since your moms an Alpha and your dads a Beta, if anything they were more surprised that their daughter turned out to be an Omega.

“Just keep your head down.” Is what your mother would say to you over and over again. Snapping at you when you started doing things an Alpha or Beta would do. Their own views on how to train up an Omega became demeaning and suffocating. Even going so far that when you turned 18 years old your mother set you up with an old Alpha suitor.

With no foreseeable way out and your future hanging by tiny threads you did the only thing you could think of. Something drastic and life changing that could take you far away from your parents and that would-be suitor.

You signed up for the military.

18 years old and you dived headfirst into it. Inhaling nearly every heat-blocking pill on the market to hide what you are. Going against the rules and forging your documents. It’s amazing that you haven’t been caught but as long as you keep taking the pills there’s not much to worry about. Besides your CO’s would’ve blamed you if you caused the alphas to go into a rut if you chose to keep your heats. So what if you have to take some experimental pills? It keeps you safe and keeps you far away from your parents and the old Alpha your parents wanted you to mate.

Now, that was 5 years ago. 5 years of putting blood, sweat and tears into your military career. 23 years old and you gained the nickname “Mustang” for being far too stubborn and forward for your own good. Having an argumentative streak with your CO’s and calling them out for shitty plays on the battlefield. It’s no wonder that when the Captain of the 141 read over your file that he immediately requested for you to join. Seeing the potential in you and fire in your eyes reminded him of his Beta, Gaz.

At first you thought it was a joke, a jest that he’d want someone with only 5 years of experience, at least until you realized that he was dead serious in his inquiry. The Alpha Captain became deadset on taking you under his wing to help mold you into something better.

Upon meeting the team, you got along like dry leaves in a fire when you met Gaz, a kind and ever-patient Beta Sergeant. Nearly had your minds meld together when meeting Soap, the demolition Sergeant, and in time he told you with complete trust that he’s an Omega. The 141 treat him normally and as if he’s not just his nature was very eye opening to say the least, to see a fellow Omega be treated so well nearly made you come clean. But you digress, you trust them with your life but not something like this.

You got along well, building up lifelong bonds all except for the Lieutenant… he’s as Soap likes to call him. “A spooky bastard.” Hard and tough around the edges, as prickly as a cactus and even more of a hardass when it comes to drills.

Though it’s to be expected especially from the way he’s always in a corner, brooding with hardly a tell of an emotion with that skull mask of his on. Doesn’t help that he’s always quick to spot your mistakes. Every single mistake. Quicker to growl a sneer when you butt heads. Though you hate to begrudgingly admit that you’ve learned more under his watchful eyes. Amber brown eyes that always seem to be on you the second you’re in sight.

Though it’s been like that for months; you’ve had an easy rhythm with the Sergeants and you fall right into step with the Alpha Captain but for some reason. You and the Lieutenant? It’s like the two of you can’t see eye to eye. Doesn’t help that he’s been constantly hovering over you, being an unwanted guardian as he wards off the other Betas and Alphas. His scent always around you and sometimes on you much much to the increasingly teasing Sergeants. An almost knowing look in Soaps eyes when he smelled Ghost on you… again.

Your clothes somehow carry his scent like as if he’s rolling around in it. You swear that if it wasn’t for the pills you take you would’ve gone into heat a couple months ago. It’s annoying that the Lieutenant, the bane of your existence, gets his scent on you. Wards off the guys and ladies that you used to have one-night stands with. The soldiers fearing the wrath from a man who isn’t even your mate and you hate that he’s fucking with your ability to get laid these past couple months.

It reaches a boiling point when the Captain is put on a month-long bedrest, no longer able to play mediator between the two of you. Hell, even the Sergeants have a hard time breaking up the yelling matches you both have.

“Have some fucking respect.”

“Maybe try earning it.” You growl back, postering at him like an Alpha would. The other soldiers already leaving the breakroom to not have to deal with whatevers going on between the two of you.

The latest argument you’re having is over something useless that you can’t be bothered to remember. All you know is that he said something that’s pissing you off. Doesn’t help that the latest request for your heat-blocking pills haven’t been cleared just yet. You told Price in confidence a couple months back about what your second nature is, course you got an earful, but he swore he’d keep it to his grave. Normally he’s is quick to have them sent in but since he’s been on bedrest the paperwork has just been sitting in his office desk drawer collecting dust. You’ve already been off it for a week, swallowing your immense pride, you had sent in the request to a higher up that Price trusts but for some reason they never come in.

Your body is going through the drawbacks. That scent of yours has been jumping from sour to sweet throughout the days making your hormones shoot up dangerously. Hindbrain starting to encourage your pre-heat to flush out the remaining toxins of the pills. Any other team and you’d be scared but due to how well Soap is treated, you’re not too worried. So far no one has called you an Omega or even tried to imply what you are, and you would prefer to keep it like that.

The Lieutenant scoffs at your audacity pulling you from your thoughts as you shake your head of them. “I think I’ve earned plenty of your respect since I’ve saved your hide more times than I can count,” dark amber eyes narrowed as he stares down at you. “Omega.” Smelling out your second nature and it makes you freeze up. Your hands balling into tight fists as you fight the instinct of running away. A whisper in your ear that you should just stop antagonizing him but no. No, you press on.

Standing up straighter and if your glare could deepen any more then it would. “Don’t call me that, Ghost.” Distain towards him as your scent spikes up in a sweetening anger. Pre-heat befuddling your mind as you nearly bared your throat when he called you by your nature.

“What should I call you then, Mustang?” Taking a large whiff of the room. His eyes darkening, “You smell like an Omega.” Taking a step forward and you feel more acutely aware of how it’s really just you and him in the breakroom. “Smell just like one in pre-heat too.”

He lunges forward. “Hey! What are you—?!” An alarm goes off in your head to get away as he moves far too quickly for you to scramble and evade him, large hands grabbing and shoving you against the wall. “Let go!” You yell and throw your fist forward that he easily catches. Gripping hard and snatching your other hand to force them over your head. His thigh sliding hard between your legs as you breath in sharply. “You fucking basta-“ thick fingers shove into your mouth, you gag and cough at the sudden intrusion. Eyes watering in response and you see the blatant amusement in his eyes. Anger riling up so you bite down on the fingers forcing him to yank them out.

Guess he didn’t like that as grabs your neck with the same bitten fingers. “Feisty little Omega.” Squeezing your throat causing you to gasp as his grip hardens until you start to see spots. “No wonder you’ve been acting the way you’ve been. Heat coming up now that you ain’t downing those pills. Just need an Alpha to put you in your place, yeah?” The muscles in his thigh tense as grinds it against your core. Releasing just enough pressure from your neck that makes you gasp and gulp for air. If your brain worked faster you would’ve caught on to the fact that he knows you take pills.

“F-Fuck you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” brown eyes rolling, “Always such a mouth on you.” Moving his hand down your throat, ghosting over the mounds of your breast till he cups one through your shirt and squeezes. “Maybe a knot will make you easier to work with. Make you nice and pliant. When’s the last time you’ve been fucked anyways?” A grin under his mask as he knows exactly how long it’s been for you.

Your heart beating wildly as your teeth nearly stab into your lip to bite back a moan. His thumb pressing on the nub of your nipple through your bra and shirt. “No smart mouth, no snippy remark? Guess I finally shut you up.” Smirking under his mask as he spots the table in the breakroom before looking back at you like as if he’s been given the most amazing idea. His hand moving to the back of your neck and forcing you to move.

Jerking around and fighting uselessly as he bends you over the table stomach down. Hiking your ass up to present even as you try an squirm away. Almost successful in your attempt until a hard smack resounds in the room. Eyes bulging wide as he pulls his hand back and does it again. “Ah!” Screaming out as he smacks your ass with purpose. His hand on the base of your neck keeping you face down as you squeal and pant.

A meek, defiant growl from you as he responds with another harsh smack. “Behave, Mustang. Be glad I’m not making you count them.” Tears pricking your eyes as they shut tight, having mentally lost count of it ten slaps ago.

Tears falling down your face wetting the table as you half expect another smack and yet he cups your burning ass, your pants have done nothing to shelter your cheeks as you felt every sting of the assault. “There we go.” Gasping quietly when his large fingers grasp and fondle to soothe the ache, “Already bein sweet for me.” Taking a lungful of your enticingly sweet smell, “Can smell your slick,” he states downright devilishly as you tense. Your ass stiffening while your thighs shift tightly together, your body betraying you as you hate how right he is.

Tutting disapprovingly and reaching his hand around and dipping inside your pants right when you start to protest weakly. Sliding a gloved finger harshly against your soaked panties. “Soakin my glove.” Cupping your soaked cunt as it seeps into his glove. “Naughty, naughty Omega.” Purring against your ear making you wail louder. You’d try to escape if he wasn’t pressing his whole weight down on you. Kicking your feet apart with his boot and thrusting forward, canting his strong hips against the flush of your clothed ass. Something impossibly hard pressing and rubbing against your bottom that makes your eyes roll back as his fingers graze harder on your panties in time with his thrust.

“S-Shit.. ah s-stop! Please,” you beg as it’s too much, you haven’t been sexual with anyone in a while. Especially with your hormones out of whack, his scent smells stronger, dominating and thickening in the room. Invading your nostrils, intoxicating and encouraging more wetness out of your disloyal cunt. The sensitive walls clench when he presses a finger inside, your hole clenching around the cotton, the fabric of your panties rubs against your throbbing clit. You can’t stop the moans that fall from your lips even if you wanted to.

A coil starting to curl within you. “No, no, no, ah!” Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues humping more aggressively. Grinding and circling his hips against yours, the table creaking under you as his strong body keeps you under him. Trapped and forced to just take it as the pleasure he’s giving you is mixing up the signals in your brain.

You don’t even realize his hand on your neck has left in favor of shucking his mask up, latching his hot mouth against the glands on your neck. Teeth grazing on the sensitive gland as the heat of his mouth sends shocks through your body. “This what you needed, pretty girl?” Whining in response when he removes his hand from inside your pants. His glove soaked with your juices. “S’why you’ve been such a brat. Had to keep pushin and pushin me till I had to do somethin about your problem.”

“N-no I-“ breath hitching as he bites on your throat, sucking harshly as you can’t find the words to speak coherently. Small mercy that he didn’t bite down too hard on the mating gland, merely sucking bruises on it. A grin etching into the skin of your sensitive throat. His tongue lapping and circling as he feels you shake and mewl under him. Having a harder time to not give into your baser needs. Body betraying you as you buck back in time with his canting hips as your hands move and fist near your face.

Finally letting up as he leans back, you breathe so hard as you look behind you through half-lidded eyes. Sweat beading around your forehead causing your hair to stick to your skin. His hands working fast to unbuckle his belt and pants. Pulling them down past his thighs and his boxers following suit. Eyes widening as you see his large thick cock already leaking pre. The flare of his knot making him seem much thicker. Cock slapping against his stomach and you know that a knot like his won’t fit. Blood pumping faster as you fear you can’t take that size in you.

Watchful molten eyes noticing how you try to shift away from him. A thick hand landing forcibly on your back to keep you still as he works on undoing your pants. Pulling them down as you stutter and beg for him not to. “No, no, no, darling. Gotta give you my knot.” Panties falling down, the ever increasing shame burns on your face as your slick slides down. “See? You want it. Need it from the looks of it.” Arms shaking and you try to hit behind you as he just laughs cruelly. Grabbing both of the flailing arms and pinning them against your back with one hand.

Your thighs instinctively try to close but he’s having none of it. Forcing your legs apart with another kick of his boot. A firm grip on your hip before sliding it under a bit to make you lift your reddened ass up. Slotting the meat of his cock through your glistening, fluttering folds. Sliding in between over and over, slowly teasing your engorged clit with the head of his thick tip.

“So fuckin wet for me. Haven’t even fucked you yet and you're pouring on my cock.” Moaning embarrassing louder as he inches the tip into your tightening hole.

A forceful push, heading deeper inside as you plead for him to pull out, to stop what he’s doing but he doesn’t hear you. Too lost in the feeling of your warm, tight cunt squeezing so nicely around him. Even with the gush of your wetness easing a bit of the stretch, it still burns. Ghost is by far the thickest you’ve ever taken. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. “Fuck!” He murmurs lowly while his eyes shut just as yours do from the feeling of being so full.

Pussy gripping him hard, “Relax for me.” Grunting hard as he circles his hips. The hand under your hip lifts you a bit more as your mouth parts to suck in air. “You can take it. That’s a good girl.”

Hardly giving you the time to adjust as he pulls back, his tip not escaping your heat before slamming back in. Whimpering due to the electrifying shot of pain and pleasure, “P-Please, it.. it ah hurts!” Ghost murmurs something rough as tears begin to prick your eyes. His hand moves from your hip and instead of stopping his thrusts, he circles a finger around your wanting clit. Your eyes opening wide as more slick starts coming out more. Easing his large cock in you as your body starts to take him better.

“That’s it, that’s a good little slut,” slamming his hips fast as his fingers work a slow torturous pace on your bundle of nerves. “Doin so good for me Omega. Clench ‘round me baby.” Heavy balls slapping with each harsh thrust. His mouth latching against your glands, muddling your brain further as your Omega nature preens in response of being taken by this strong alpha. “Knew you’d be perfect for me. Just had to stop the pills from coming in.” His damning words not heard as he keeps up his brutal pleasuring pace. The smell of the heady sex permeate the breakroom, filthy sounds of wet slaps of thigh against thigh only enthralls your Omega nature more.

Becoming pliant as you moan and keen high in pleasure, mouth hanging open as the tip of his cock bullies into your tight cunt, making a home inside your gummy walls. His grunts and dirty words sinning against your ear as he growls about how you’re his now. That you’ll never escape him. A possessiveness scent seeping into the room as you babble useless words. His fingers, nearly forgotten due to the mind-numbing pace of his burrowing cock, start to move faster and press harder against your clit. Sliding his finger side to side just as fast as the hard smack of his balls intensifies the pleasure tenfold. “Cum for me, Omega. Wanna— agh,” grunting deeply behind you, “Wanna feel it.”

Your traitorous body gives in when he angles his hips and slams against that spot that makes you scream. Stars blurring your vision as you cum, squeezing and milking his cock as he pounds into you with renewed vigor. The tightening walls suck him back into your greedy pussy. “Gonna breed you good.” A heavy-laden promise as his eyes darkens with dangerous lust. His upper body hunching over as he presses his forehead against the side of yours as you plead for more. His hand moving from your pinned arms, placing his elbow beside your head to give himself more leverage as pistons his hips faster.

Hammering into your pussy as the wood of the table screams from the exertion and scraps against the floor. Your words bouncing against the walls, “Pl-Please, please, please!” Begging for it now. Begging for more, for his cum and his knot. Too lost in the pleasure to really understand what you’re saying. “Alpha, Alpha please!” Crying out as it’s too much and yet not enough. Overwhelming animal instinct to be bred by your strong Alpha. Arching your hips in time to feel him growl loudly, the vibrations tingling up and down your spine.

“I’m going to, Omega, I’m going to.” pulling back suddenly before slamming back into you full force with his damning vow. “I’m gonna breed you till you can’t take it.”

Pulling back out and forcibly turning you around, back now on the hard surface of the table. He looks downright predatory as he licks his lips. Yanking the rest of your pants and panties off, ripping them off even with you wearing your boots in wanton abandon, discarding them out of sight and out of mind.

His hands grabbing your ankles and placing them over his shoulders. Your boots scraping the skin of his flesh be he could give less of a fuck right now. Maneuvering your knees against your chest to fuck you deeper, feeling deliciously constricted since his body is blocking out everything from your sight. Everything but him.

“Gonna give you my knot. Make you mine in every way.” The newer position makes him feel even larger inside you. Pounding into you as your moans sound heavenly to his ears. Pressing more of his weight into you, caging you in as if his only thought is to fuck into your fertile womb. An animalistic need in his eyes as he gives into his own nature to claim the Omega under him. “You want it? Want my knot? Beg for it.”

“Want it! Want it s-so bad! Please, Alpha!” Wasting no time as you work hard to form the words. Jumbling and spilling over it but you don’t stop in your mindless pleading. Your pleading flipping a switch in him as he no longer cares about the consequences. He’ll deal with them later because right now all he wants to do is fill your pretty pussy till it overflows.

Surging forward, his teeth bites down harshly against your mating gland. Mine. Mine. Mine! Eyes rolling back to your skull as you cum faster and harder. The build up of the dam inside the both of you breaking as the swell of his knot starts to catch. Teeth digging into your neck as he intends to make the binding claim as deep as he can. Tears springing out your eyes as your legs shake in the tidal wave of pain and pleasure.

“Mine.” Growling aggressively in affirmation as he moves away from your throat and kisses you roughly, “Mine.” Mouthing the word against your swelling lips that can’t keep up with him. His hips stuttering as his muscles clench, the need for him to cum approaching faster. Balls tightening up as he forces home his thick knot inside your sensitive walls. “Mine!” His forehead falls against yours as he roars out that soul-claiming word. Hot spurts of cum filling your greedy and welcoming womb. His knot expanding wide and locking you to him for now.

“G-Gho— mph!“ his lips dominating against yours, shutting you up as he grinds his knot while his balls empties the rest of his thick seed in you. Moans being swallowed by the other in response. Tongues wrestlings as he takes hold of your boot and eases it off his shoulder. The other following suit as he wraps them loosely around his waist. Your mewls being swallowed by the hungry kiss that he gives you, possessive and devouring as he doesn’t let up. Moving his mouth down, trailing kisses and nips gently against your chin and then to your throat where the mating mark is on your neck. His permanent mark on you.

Chest against chest as you both pant heavily. The clothes worn sticking almost uncomfortably due to the sweatiness of each other. His warm tongue lapping lovingly against the mark he made before he finally leans back. His knot still keeping the both of you connected as it won’t deflate for a bit longer. The smell of the intense coupling is sure to deter anyone from even getting within 30 feet of the breakroom. Not that he’d ever let anyone see you like this. Not his pretty little mate. No, no, no, this sight is for him and him only.

Drinking in the vision of you, mellowed out and soft on the hard table. Hair spread around you like a halo, tired eyes shutting to a close, mouth open and panting. The bulge in your stomach scratches at the delicious size difference between the two of you. His cock twitches from inside you as he wonders how you’ll take him if he took your plump ass. Though an animalistic instinct demands that he not waste his seed, preferring to keep his Omega filled with his warm seed. Snug and protected safely in your precious womb.

“Ghost,” your words softer than he’s ever heard it, eyes opening as you shiver from the shift in his touching, his scent smells more welcoming. More warmth, like firewood on a cold night and the bourbon that he likes. The rare gentleness throwing you off a bit as he rocks his hips forward. A low hiss from your mouth as you’re far too sensitive and yet a slow build of pleasure starts to grow as your overstimulated pussy clenches in response. Your head turning up with a needy whine.

His lips pull back into a wolfish smile. Needy Omega he muses to himself. His Omega. “Simon.” Stating his name and he places a large warm hand over the bulge of your stomach. A primal instinct lighting up at the thought of the seed catching on the first try. Imagining you round with his pups is a black hole that he’ll gladly fall into. He didn’t mean to bite you, didn’t mean to claim you but what’s done is done.

He just wanted to fuck and get rid of his obsession over you but if he did this all over again he wouldn’t stop himself. He’d gladly bite you over and over again.

“Call me Simon.” Your breath hitching as he says his name firmly, commanding you to him by a name he rarely gives out. “Want you to say my name from now on.” His knot starting to deflate. “After all,” He may not have meant to bite you but that doesn’t mean he won’t uphold it. You’re his now. He won’t let go of you no matter how much you’ll kick and scream once your senses finally come to and the high of pleasure fades. Slowly pulling out as his potent cum spills out. Your head scrunches up, sighing pathetically from the loss of his cock.

“You’re mine now.”

His hand sliding between your shaking legs that still wrap loosely around his waist. Scooping up the cum that tries to escape, to go where it shouldn’t. A rumble in his chest, his second nature demanding to keep his Omega filled and sated. His fingers push it back in eliciting a sharp gasp. He can’t help but grin at how sensitive you are.

He leans close and as he uses his fingers as a plug. “Now be a good little mate and keep’em safe. Gotta make do on my promise to breed you after all.” His cock already starting to harden, his stamina has always been the best and he’s never broken a promise.

Ever.

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madlori · 1 month

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Ship dysphoria

Ok so a bit of time has gone by, and the 9-1-1 fandom is settling into a bit of an...existential crisis?

Because 90% of this fandom is built on Buddie. Buddie has always been the strongest driving force. We love our other blorbos, but it's Buddie that usually drives us feral.

Except...Buck/Tommy. OMG. It is WORKING for a lot of fans. (and JFC we cannot settle on a ship name. Tevan? Kinley? I'm gonna stick with Buck/Tommy)

A LOT of fans are having a "I'm a devoted Buddie shipper, why do I like this so much??" moment and it can almost feel like a betrayal, or that you're deserting the ship (the ship that, remember, Oliver told us to stay aboard).

And I think I can probably speak for everybody when I say that the last thing we want or need is a ship war in this fandom, something we haven't ever really had but which has torn other fandoms apart.

So I'm gonna put on my veteran-of-many-fandoms hat for a second and tell you a thing:

It's okay to ship Buck and Tommy. It's ok to do that and still ship Buddie. It's also okay to leave Buddie behind if it's not working for you anymore. It's okay to just tolerate Buck and Tommy and not really care about it, and stay focused on Buddie. You are allowed to ship however it works for you, and you are not limited to one and only one ship. If you decide you don't think Buddie will happen and you're going to cut your losses, that's okay, too. It is not a reflection on your character or something. You don't swear an oath of fealty to a ship.

We don't know how long Tommy will stick around, but Buck will still be bisexual. He may date another man. He may date a woman again. You can ship those things too.

But why is this ship hitting me so hard? I never thought I'd like Buck with another man! I'm so confused!

I get that. There are some reasons why that might be.

There is something very appealing about a ship that's canon. Some of you might never have had a canon queer ship, but the pull is strong. There's no guessing, no interpreting, no subtext-examining. It's there, it's real, you don't have to wonder if you're just overinterpreting things. Yes. Buck and Tommy kissed and are going on a date. Even if that's all it ever is, you'll never be accused of "seeing things that aren't there." Don't discount that.

Tommy, even in just 1.5 episodes, is a LOT more integrated into the firefam than any of Buck's previous girlfriends. Tim talked about not wanting him to be "siloed off" away from the main cast and that was exactly the problem with his prior girlfriends. Tommy is friends with Eddie. He knows Christopher and has hung out with him. He spent most of that loft conversation reassuring Buck that his place in Eddie's life was secure. He feels more like part of the gang than any other ones. That makes it easier to see him in Buck's life.

The mere fact of Buck's queer awakening is so monumental for so many of us that the character who helped him get there is going to naturally earn our affection immediately, and it's going to make you want that relationship to succeed, even if it's ulitmately not endgame for Buck. You want to see Buck have a good experience the first time out with a man. Of course you do.

And we just want to see Buck make out with a hot beefy firefighter. That is so valid of us.

Anyway. There is no need for a crisis. You can love Buddie with your whole heart and still be excited about this pairing, and want to see how it goes, and read fic about it. I may be writing a lil something myself.

You're good, fam.

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 abc #buddie #buck/tommy #kinley #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911abc #shipping #ship wars #buck's bisexual awakening

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azsazz · 15 days

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Hiii 👋 just wanted to say I adore your writing ☺️ I always get so happy when I see you’ve written something new 😁

I was curious to ask, what are some of your favourite modern AU jobs/roles for the bat boys (whether you’ve written about them or not)? Or just any ACOTAR characters?

CEO Rhys has been done a lot, but for good reason, it’s so perfect. He almost has to be effortlessly rich and/or in some position of power, like a prince, or a mafia boss.💰 I also kinda like to imagine him as a nepo baby set to take over his father’s company, but he breaks away or gets cut off, so with his very little actual job experience (as he was all set to inherit), he gets a barista job at a lil coffee shop. ☕️

Cass would definitely suit something physical, like an ice hockey player, or a firefighter, or a personal trainer. I could so see him being a gym teacher as well, imagine him coaching a kids ice hockey team. 💪🏽 He would SO volunteer to be a nude model in life drawing classes in his free time 😆 Though I hadn’t considered it before I read your stuff, I think he really fits a small town rancher too. I can so picture him in jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt, driving around in an old rusty faded red truck 👨‍🌾

Az could easily be in the FBI or something, but choosing something further away from his canon role, I seriously think he’d be an awkward computer programmer / software engineer nerd, or a twitch gamer, 👨🏻‍💻 with a secret anonymous OnlyFans or erotic audio patreon on the side. 😏 And I reckon he’d ride a motorcycle and tinker with it in his spare time, so might also enjoy working at a garage. 🏍️ I really love him in Midnight Muse, and think he suits a shy amateur artist / tattoo artist as well.

I also love the bat boy band idea I’ve seen a lot recently, where Rhys is the charismatic lead singer and guitarist, Az is the quiet songwriting bassist, and Cass is the energetic drummer. 🎶

Sorry it’s so long, I just love thinking about this stuff 😄

Hiiii!! Thank you so so much! I saw this message this morning but wanted to wait until I could give it my full attention and have my computer around, so thank you for your patience! 💙

Okay, some of my favorite AUs for the batboys? This is a wonderful question!

Rhys: Normally, I just think of Rhys as always having some sort of money/job inherited. So CEO, mafia, anything that puts him in a position of power, really, but i think it's mostly because those just reflect the books.

I do, however, love love love art school rhys. painter rhys. working at the local art supply degenerate rhys who still has wealthy parents but is trying to stick it to the man rhys. steals erasers and petty things from the art supply rhys. love him so much.

There's also something to be said about young adult rhys who's messing around with his little sister's best friend rhys. he gets me going too.

also captain of the hockey team rhys is a solid choice for him as well.

Cass: LOVE ME SOME RANCHER/COWBOY/SMALL TOWN CASSIAN. but, these are all very different. small town cass doesn't trust women, heart broken at a young age with the girl he thought was his forever. doesn't want to leave town, likes the ranch because its safe and its what he knows. cowboy cass or bull rider cassian, famous for breaking horses and backs. grumpy, gruff rancher cassian always gets me going tbh he's fucking hot as shit

i also always see him in a blue collar role like a mechanic or welder are the two i mostly attribute to him.

def something physical as well, we love hockey cass, rugby cass, wrestler (wwe lol) cass, dang i had another on my mind for sports cass but i forgot. sad. OH surfer cassian. jock type tho i can see him as. love the firefighter vibe for him too, he'd fill out the tight fire department t-shirt WELL LADIES and also volunteers for wet t-shirt contests. omg gym teach cass would be adorable as hell! oof another thought, contractor cassian ffs that would be so yummy

Az: Az i agree fits the FBI (stalker) vibes. i also like to think of him in finance or computer science too. omfg the erotic audio that's iconic and i'd def subscribe to that. hmmm what else could i see azzy doing...maybe something with music or writing...i could see him being a ghost writer of some sort and then one day his song plays on the radio and he's like hey i wrote that and literally no one believes him. something behind the scenes or where he can go unnoticed is mostly where i place him, tbh. honestly maybe even something military because he takes comfort in having a set schedule and people telling him what to do at every minute of the day. he'd fare well i think. perfect. operative because if the mission goes south and he gets captured he's not telling a soul anything.

Eris: idk why this thought came to my head but i was thinking about architecture but i think eris would be a fantastic interior designer lol. like i could see it. maybe i was just thinking about him furnishing az's new place and having a lil sparky. i could also see him as a lawyer too or something like that, something where he can be the know-it-all, smirking at them and looking down his nose at them...

Lucien: Architecture for sure. or professor. I could see him doing either of these. maybe even lawyer tbh, he would be good at that too, though i know he's immaculate at twisting stories and words so you gotta be careful of that.

Tamlin: poet? lol. professional gaslighter? jk i love tammy. maybe he installs security systems? haha just kidding just kidding. he's a tough one tho. idk why i added him but i guess also a musician but low-key soothing music, instrumental for sure...prob has a podcast where he just bullshits all day

hopefully i didn't rant for too long about this 🤭💙 this was so much fun though thank you for asking!

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watchyourbuck · 5 months

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Writing prompt for Buddie … “Are you hard, [name]?” and “because I’m in love with you!”

Curious to see what your wonderful brain comes up with 🥰

Buck has a way of staring that makes Eddie sweat behind the knees. It’s not psychopathic, it’s not unnerving, but it’s also not necessarily endearing.

Usually, when he stares, he tries to hide it. Behind a glass, a book, a fork, or anything he can find that would make sense to put in front of his face.

Eddie is not stupid. He sees the way these items move up and down, letting Buck see through the gaps. He’s caught him more than once and had to pretend not to smile when Buck’s faked coughed and apologized.

Thing is, the way he’s staring at him right in this particular second feels… new. A little crooked, and definitely like he’s hiding something other than his relentless gaze.

Eddie pretends not to see it. For the majority of their conversation, he can manage not looking back at him. He cooks, he cleans, he does the dishes. It’s not that hard; it’s a routine. But there’s a moment when Buck shifts uncomfortably that makes Eddie drop his facade.

He raises his eyebrows. Not petulant, just curious. “You good?” Eddie says, and it sounds a lot like a rhetorical question, because Buck would never answer anything other than yes.

“I-um, yeah, yeah I’m okay.”

Eddie is not a patient man. He knows he seems like one, but he’s not. He’s a man who wants a lot, and that wants it now.

More than once has life taught him to wait, to think before acting, but impulses are stronger than habits, so he rounds the table, coming to stand exactly two feet away from Buck.

This time, it’s his turn to stare. His eyes wander down Buck’s body, trying to find whatever’s wrong with him as if he were using a thermographic camera. It’s not that many minutes later that he sees it. It.

“Are you hard, Evan?”

The use of his real name almost makes him jump. His breath hitches and for a second there, he feels unarmed. Completely defenseless against a man who could have his way with him with a simple snap of his fingers.

There’s no point in denying it. Eddie’s a medic, a veteran, a firefighter. Buck doesn’t think there’s anything Eddie doesn’t know about the human body — which, of course, Eddie would fight him on. I mean ‘c’mon, Buck, there’s actual paramedics and doctors and scientists out there.’

But Buck’s a man of conviction. So, whatever he believes in, he believes in forever. And Buck believes in Eddie. A bit much, if you ask his psychologist.

He swallows, and somehow, it makes him harder. Eddie shifts his weight from one leg to the other, adopting a condescending little pose that slowly turns into amusement. If only Buck had any cards to play, things would go differently, but alas, he’s got nothing. Empty handed, if you will.

“Yes,” he says, a little breathless and quiet and oh, too submissive, and even if he’s avoiding those caramel irises right now, he knows he’s getting inspected. Like some kind of sick animal. Well- he means an animal that’s sick, not a- whatever.

Eddie laughs. It’s throaty and Buck acknowledges that he’s trying to push it down. He recognizes that. At the very least, Eddie’s not trying to make fun of him. Still, there’s not much he can do. So he laughs too. Nervously, though.

“Eddie-,”

“Cooking and cleaning? That’s what turns you on?”

See, it’s a little more complicated than that. It’s not the action, it’s the man. Eddie could be boiling water or knitting a sweater for all he cares. Eddie’s hot. He’s… well, Eddie!

“When it’s you,” he deadpans, a little embarrassed. Because, really, how much more torture can a single man put him through?

Eddie’s face changes. It’s the silence that makes Buck turn his head completely. His body remains to the front, but now their faces are closer than they’ve ever been. Except- except that one time, but they don’t talk about it.

“When it’s me,” he repeats, as if he’s learning a new phrase in a new language. It does send Buck into a momentary spiral of how Eddie learned all the English he knows. It’s truly impressive.

“When it’s you,” he says again, and boy does he mean it. Affirmative, correct, absolutely fucking accurate.

They do that dance for a second. It’s ridiculous, and if anybody heard them, they’d think they were insane.

Buck has categorized himself as that before. A few times in his life, actually (but mostly when he’s stayed past four in the morning thinking of Eddie and the way his body moves because nothing else will get him to come), and Eddie? Well, he’s been categorized as that for more people than just himself. His parents, for example.

“Why?”

It’s not exactly a yes or no question. There’s more to it than ‘you’re hot, please fuck me’, but he doesn’t quite know how to convey it.

The look on his face must tell on him, because Eddie raises his eyebrows again, but this time they’re laced with expectation. It’s like he knows the answer, but needs to hear it to believe it.

Buck swallows again, but it goes down the wrong side. He coughs, covering his mouth with his fist, and straightens up in the stool, blood rushing to his head.

God, child, why does he have to be like this?

Hey, at least it’s not a tracheotomy at a public restaurant.

Eddie is a good man. Above everything else — every fucking thing that makes him perfect, that is —, Eddie is a good man. So, he steps closer, and rubs Buck’s back until the man stops sounding like the black box recording from flight MH370.

It’s soothing. It’s calming and nice and- Buck starts feeling like maybe he can confess. Like maybe, after all these years, finally letting himself free from the chains that he tied himself with, may not be that bad.

“Because I’m in love with you,” he mutters, and it’s hoarse. He has his eyes closed but he doesn’t need them to feel the way Eddie’s hand stops moving, just to freeze at the small of his spine.

He’s scared to look at him, because then it becomes real. And real has often proved itself to be terrifying, at least from his point of view. He doesn’t imagine it can be this horrible for everyone else, right? I mean, what kind of life is worth living when everything crumbles down the moment you’re honest with yourself?

Yikes, that’s dark.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

It’s such a confident statement that it makes Buck redden immediately. He opens his eyes, turns to Eddie and blinks. “What?”

“You heard me,” he says, and starts rubbing his back again, as if his Love Confession was just a moment in time or a glitch in the system. He doesn’t seem baffled, or angry, or disgusted. The man doesn’t even look surprised.

“You are?”

Eddie laughs again, and it’s embarrassing. It truly is. It’s like they’re playing some sick joke on a kid who doesn’t understand jokes and just wanted to play along.

“Please,” Buck begs, before Eddie can say anything else. “Please don’t play with me. Don’t tell me you’re- you’re… if you’re not-,”

“Buck,” Eddie whispers, and it’s soft. It makes Buck relax under his touch. “I’m not messing with you.”

“You’re not?”

“No, you fool,” Eddie says, leaning down to capture his lips in what’s now officially the top one kiss on Buck’s tally. “Now,” he continues, separating way too early, “let’s see what we can do about that hardon you’re sporting.”

And Jesus.

He could get used to this.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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eightstarr · 7 months

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Hey Zoe!! It’s the girl who cut her fingers lolz tho I don’t want you to only know me by that so if it’s ok I’ll start using the swan emoji :D 🦢 Or the kiwi 🥝 idk. Anyway, since Halloween is tomorrow I was wondering what you think Abs and Ellie’s costumes would be and if they would be into the idea of couple costumes. Don’t know if you’ve already been asked this but just wanted to know your thoughts 🙏🏻 also, how are you?! Hope you’re having a good week and have a fun Halloween if you celebrate :D <3 🎃

hey!!! omg you can use any emoji you want, both the swan and the kiwi are so cute! i'm doing okay, thank you for asking <3 we don't really celebrate halloween in my country but if you do, i hope you have the best time!! ily

i'm no expert but this is what i think!!

if they did individual costumes, i think ellie would either do something hyper specific that like maybe one person gets (film bro tendencies) OR she would be like… a traffic cone. something very silly that somehow still works for her. but me personally? i would dress her up as jim from treasure planet. if you get the vision i love you

i can see abby saying that she doesn't care but as soon as she picks a costume and gets excited about it, it becomes unacceptable for it to be anything except perfect. she has to get every detail right!! goes out of her way to get a realistic firefighter jacket and is so offended when you wanna take it off of her (she'll do it of course, she just needs a little coaxing! and perhaps a kiss or two)

as far as couple costumes, i think ellie would pick yours! she gets ideas all throughout the year and writes them down in her notes app. it's a yearly tradition for her to sit you down and go through all of them asking for your thoughts (and maybe softly guiding you to pick the one she happens to like the most) (they're all some guy and his cool hot girlfriend but that's what she loves). please please please be jesse and jane from breaking bad with her, she'll be so happy <3

abby, however, will literally be whatever you want. she completely lets you take the lead. doesn't care about the details because she doesn't mind looking silly if it makes you happy! how can she feel stupid when you're so excited about it? i think she would have fun literally just being your accessory, like if you're a cute mushroom fairy she'll be the moss. and if you wanna do mia from the princess diaries, she'll look hot in any of chris pine's outfits <3 abby would also slay as emmett from twilight if you wanted to be rosalie!! she's got the built for it and she basically already dresses like him

#modern!ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #modern!abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson headcanons

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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Hiii btw I love your fics, your writing is exquisite🤞🏾.

I'm exited that you are accepting Miranda Hilmarson request soo. I'm obsses with playing dangerous by Lana del rey, can you do or use the lyrics for do a fic with Miranda. I was thinking about a conversación between reader and Miranda in their police car, and R flirting making Miranda nervous ahha. The song is so good for this.💗

Atte: scorpio anon

Playing Dangerous

While watching your ex’s house burn, a police officer approaches you for questioning. You just wanted a bit of attention after a bad breakup and didn’t expect to be struck with lust at first sight.

Word count: 1.2 k Authors note: Ok, this has been on my asks forever and I'm tremendously sorry for that, scorpio! I hope you can forgive me. Also, the gif was very loosely chosen, I just wanted something spicy ;) Important addition: Miranda is not uncomfortable with reader's handsiness, just flustered.

You sat in the grass of the median, between bushes of red roses the board thought would bring a classy feeling to the condominium complex. In front of you, Travis’ house was at its peak, from now on the fire would only grow a small amount before starting to die out. The second bottle of your dad’s expensive whiskey sat half-empty on your side.

In the distance, you heard the sound of a siren. How the firefighters hadn’t already arrived was beyond you, but the police were apparently on their way.

Rather surprisingly, it was only one car, and from it, you heard only one person exiting. Was your hard work really not worth a bit more? Your broken heart deserved more than one pathetic cop.

“Good night!” someone approached you, “Was it you who reported the fire? I was informed the house was empty and am here to make sure it stays that way until the firefighters arrive.”

“Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer,” you comment immediately. You could sense her moving around you slowly, taking you in. You were drunk and wanted attention. If a police officer was all you got, you would play your cards accordingly.

“So, it was you?” upon your silence, she gave up on waiting for your response, “Have you seen any strangers in the street lately? Someone lurking or acting weird?” her voice was soft and soothing. You thought, rather unprompted, that it would be incredible to hear her whisper in your ear.

“No, this is quite a peaceful place to live, no one acting strange,” you said, gazing fascinatedly at the flames swirling up in the sky, creating beautiful and menacing figures. He deserved it, he set a fire in your heart only to discard you so now you would watch his house go down in flames just as well.

“Alright…” her tone changed. She sounded careful, almost fearful, you couldn’t help the thrill it sparkled in your chest, like a delicious pain of pride. “And would say you are involved, do you think?” did she think you didn’t know what you were doing?

“No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure.” You gave her your sweetest voice, getting up to see her for the first time. She was much taller than you, her eyes bright pools of blue reflecting the flames behind you. “The house was already on fire; I swear I'm not a liar.” You knew your smile gave you away, but you didn’t care if it meant going anywhere with her. God, she was hot.

“Right,” she was sceptical, but decided to entertain you, “And are you ok?”

“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.” You gave her a bashful smile, biting your lip and surveying her up and down. “Tell me, do you always work alone so late, officer?” the word sent shivers through your spine. Her taken-aback expression was the cutest thing on earth, and you wondered if she would be so shy in another setting.

“Gosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown.” You tried to hint at your transparent clothing, she seemed to inspect you carefully for the first time and swallow a comment.

“That won’t be a problem, miss, we’ll give you things to wear. Please come with me.” She said and, out of nowhere, you saw her produce a pair of handcuffs. Did she distract you all this time? Huh, point to you.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?” you asked as she made you turn around with strong hands on your upper arms. You looked over your shoulder at her and she made direct eye contact with you.

“I’m afraid I do.” And with a click, she swirled you around and you were looking at each other again.

Looking at me, then suddenly;

She was so breathtakingly attractive. It felt like a hurricane in your stomach every time your eyes met hers. Her strong grip on your arm carried you to the back of her car and you were swimming in lust.

“Will you join me here?” you said as she forced you down in the seat, “You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything, I’ll tell you all you want to know.”

She eyed you with some suspicion but slid to the seat at your side. You didn’t move too much to give her space, and your thighs were pressed together.

“I’ll ask you some questions but we’ll have to go through a formal interview at the station.” She said, getting a small recording device from her breast pocket.

“Uhum, that’s fine.” You agreed, leaning your head closer to her. “Tell me, officer, do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger.”

“I’m not…” she started, then looking at you she stopped. Was she considering your flirting? She was definitely checking you out, you could tell.

Again, she swallowed, but you were close enough now to listen to the motion. You wanted to lick her neck.

“You’re not?” you prompted in a husk.

“I’ve never had any girls…” she was flustered. Was she a horrible cop or was this just your lucky night?

“Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating one?”

Outside, the flames were getting higher, and with them your desire to ravish the well-put-together, adorably shy woman beside you.

“It's kind of exciting, don't you think?” you whispered, boldly getting onto her lap in a straddle.

Then suddenly she pushed you onto the seat and left the back of the car, closing the door loudly.

When she started the car, you saw the firefighters arriving through the window. Well, there went one of your entertainments for the night.

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane;

I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game;

She didn’t say anything else on the way to the station, didn’t look at you from the rear-view mirror. Paid no attention to your flirting.

If you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the fire.

You might get what you desire, love is strange; sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane;

I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game;

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane.

You knew your dad would pay for your release. He would let you spend the night in jail to “teach you a lesson”, and then you’d be home again. It was always like that.

When you were walking out the next morning, you saw the officer from the previous night. She was leaning on the front counter with a few papers, no one seemed to be paying attention, so you approached her.

“Did you think about my proposal?” you whispered close to her, and she jumped. She only looked at you, confused. “C’mon, I’ve been bad, but I swear what they say it’s true… I can be a very good girl.”

She was silent for a while, and you thought she would tell you off when she tore a corner of one of her papers which already contained her number.

Another point for you, you thought, leaving with a spring in your step.

#scorpio anon #answered request #miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #female reader #we're kind of a spoiled brat in this one #but it works

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capseycartwright · 1 year

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52 for the touching prompts 👀👀🥰

52: gripping thigh

Buck wanted it on record that he hated the doctors. It wasn’t a fear, no – he hadn’t been one of those kids who’d been scared of going to the doctor. No, his hatred was relatively new: and as a result of all the long days, and lonely nights he’d spent siting in hospital waiting rooms, or lying in a hospital bed himself, waiting on news about the people he loved the most in the world – or waiting on news about himself.

News that would impact on the rest of his life, his career – impact all of the things that made him happiest.

He avoided going to the doctor, as much as possible – they had the yearly physicals from the LAFD, and routine checks after fires, but he rarely went of his own accord.

Until today.

Buck’s leg had been playing up. It had started a few weeks ago, now, a twinge after a long rescue, and Buck had just assumed he’d twisted it. He’d gone home, and done the hot-and-cold therapy, Eddie a diligent nurse as he counted down fifteen minutes on his watch, switching out Buck’s ice, for a heat-pack, and back again.

It had been okay, after that. Not perfect, no – it wasn’t perfect because Buck’s leg was never going to be perfect again, not after having the weight of a fire engine on it, but it was as okay as it ever was. Buck had – well, he’d learned to live with the pain, and the way his knee would ache, when the weather turned colder.

Except –

It got worse.

Buck had gritted his teeth, and worked through the pain, and he hadn’t told Eddie, and he was getting away with it, too, until his leg had given out in the shower, and he’d slipped, and he’d had to shout for his husband to help.

Eddie had been the one who’d made the doctors appointment after he’d scooped a wet Buck out of the shower and ran him through concussion protocol. They’d gone to their GP, and their GP had referred Buck to an orthopaedic specialist, who’d sent Buck for what felt like dozens of scans, and now they were sitting in his office, and Buck felt like he was having a panic attack.

“Breathe, baby,” Eddie’s voice was steady, as he spoke.

It sort of made Buck want to scream.

“I can’t,” Buck shook his head.

“Buck, you don’t know what he’s going to say,” Eddie’s eyes were wide, pleading, as he looked at Buck. “You need to calm down, or you’re going to work yourself up into a panic attack.”

He was already halfway there, frankly.

Buck shook his head. “I can’t,” he repeated, and he hated the way his voice cracked, mid-sentence, his own terror, and upset, escaping the vice he’d tried to clamp them in before they’d walked into the doctor’s office. He didn’t want to cry. “Eddie, how can I calm down? I don’t – I don’t know what he’s about to turn around and tell me. What if – what if I can’t work? What if there’s something really, terribly, horribly wrong, and he’s going to tell me that I can’t go back to being a firefighter?”

Eddie looked crestfallen. “Buck,” he admonished gently. “Why haven’t you talked to me about how you’re feeling? I didn’t – I didn’t realise that was where your head was at with all of this.”

“I don’t know how to talk about it,” Buck admitted, and that was the truth of it: it had been years, now, since the bombing, and he still woke up in a cold sweat, the phantom weight of the fire engine crushing his leg feeling as though it was pinning him to their bed. It had been years, and sometimes Buck still didn’t know how to talk about it, how to talk about the way it made him feel, talk about the fear that always lingered in the back of his mind, wondering if an injury he’d gotten at 28 was going to be the thing that forced him to retire from the only job he’d ever loved years before he should have to.

He didn’t know how to talk about it.

“Buck...”

“Eddie, don’t,” Buck shook his head. “I didn’t talk about it because I can’t – I can’t take the platitudes, I can’t deal with you telling me that everything is going to be okay, because you don’t know if it’s going to be okay. You don’t, and I can’t handle you telling me everything is going to be fine.”

Buck squeezed his eyes shut. He’s not sure that he could handle the sympathetic look that he knew was on Eddie’s face right now, because he was pretty sure that the sympathy would be the thing to send him over the edge.

“Buck. Can you look at me, for a second?”

“No,” Buck mumbled. “I’ll cry.”

He could hear the barely concealed laughter in Eddie’s voice. “That’s okay,” he said. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you cry.”

Buck opened his eyes and glared at his husband. “Are you calling me a cry-baby?”

“I’d never,” Eddie grinned. “I think you’re in touch with your own emotions in an admirable and healthy way.”

Buck rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he huffed. “Eddie – I’m terrified that he’s going to walk in here and tell me that it’s over, and I can’t be a firefighter anymore.”

Buck hadn’t realised his leg was bouncing up and down until Eddie put a hand on his thigh, his grip tight. The gold of his wedding ring was striking against the navy material of Buck’s trousers, a reminder of the commitment they’d made to each other only a few months ago, now.

“I won’t sit here, and tell you that it’s going to be okay,” Eddie said, giving Buck a reassuring smile. “But I will sit here and tell you that no matter what he says, and no matter what he says, we’re going to get through this. Okay? I mean – it’s not really okay, I know, but – well, you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Buck flashed his husband a watery smile.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Eddie encouraged, and Buck was too tired to fight it this time, mimicking the way his husband was breathing in, and out. “That’s it. Take another one for me.”

Buck breathed in, and out, and as he breathed out for the second time, the door opened.

“Mr Buckley-Diaz,” his doctor greeted, holding a sheaf of paper. “I’ve got the results of your scans here.”

Eddie’s grip on Buck’s thigh was tight enough to be uncomfortable, but it was grounding, in a way. Buck nodded. “Okay,” he breathed in again, long, and slow. “Hit me with it, doc.”

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they-reap-what-we-sow · 2 years

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“I need your help, and you can’t ask me any questions.”

on ao3

Buck froze at the kitchen sink, the smile falling off his face from where it had subconsciously popped up as he’d picked up Eddie’s call. He only took a minute to spiral through the worst case scenarios before shaking it off. It didn’t matter what Eddie had done, Buck would be there with a shovel and a lighter in minutes.

Being a firefighter had its perks- specifically very detailed knowledge on how fast and how hot fires need to be to get rid of evidence. Buck dropped to his knees and started digging for the lye soap he kept under his sink when he heard Eddie’s voice calling him from the phone abandoned next to the running sink.

“-uck! Man, you okay?!”

Buck scrambled above his head to grab his phone.

“I’m here! I’m okay! Sorry- okay, I’ll be there in like 10 minutes, just tell me what supplies you need, and don’t touch anything without gloves.”

There was a long silence, and then Eddie asked slowly, “Buck, what do you think I need your help with?” He sounded almost offended, and Buck coughed awkwardly as he tried to explain his convoluted thought process.

“Uh, no- nothing?” He didn’t sound believable, and Buck tried to cover it up, “Cleaning your uh, house?”

“If you thought that I killed somebody, and needed help covering it up, I really hope you’d ask me some questions.” Eddie said, voice breaking down into laughter as he admonished Buck’s enthusiasm.

Buck felt himself blush, heat crawling up the back of his neck as he got to his feet and turned off the still-running sink.

“Hey! I trust you- I’m sure you did it for a reason!” Buck defended himself - and hypothetical murderer Eddie- for their decisions. “It’s not like I wouldn’t help you even if you didn’t have a reason. You wouldn’t do well in jail.”

Buck could almost hear the rolling eyes across the line as Eddie scoffed loudly, “I wouldn’t do well in jail? You’d get chewed up and spit out in the first hour, Buck.”

“I don’t know about that, Eds. I bet I could find someone who’d be willing to protect me.”

The silence this time was heavy with something thick and cloying and unnamed and wanting.

“That’s a bold claim.” Eddie said slowly, daring Buck, almost, to follow through, to take them past the line in the sand they danced around every day.

Buck wasn’t brave enough for that.

“Anyways, I- uh, I actually wanted to ask if you would come with me to watch Christopher at the park,” Eddie finally coughed out, after the quiet between them had stretched so far it had left their conversation in the sticky remnants of the sheer awkwardness.

Buck immediately brightened, “Oh dude, yeah, always! You know I’d never say no to hanging out with my favorite Diaz.”

“It’s uh- he can’t actually see us there.”

“...What.”

Eddie groaned loudly, and Buck heard the sound of the sofa cushions thud as Eddie likely threw himself down in the living room.

“He’s becoming a teenager, Buck. I looked away for a second and now he’s skipping Science Club meetings and playing video games after his bedtime and defying his grounding! Why can’t he just stay a baby?” Eddie asked mournfully. Buck laughed sympathetically, wishing he could be there to embrace the tired closeness that Eddie so easily handed away this late at night.

“Oh, yeah. He’s about to outgrow you any day now. Not like that’s hard, obviously.” Buck teased softly, ambling across the loft to fall into his own armchair. He sprawled out, relaxing to the backing track of Eddie’s voice in his ear.

“Buck. He wants to hang out with his friends without me. Without any adults.” Eddie complained, and suddenly it struck Buck exactly what Eddie was talking about.

Buck wondered pitifully if Christopher would still claim him as a best friend if he asked the boy today. He resolved not to ask. He couldn’t take the outright rejection.

“Oh no. We’re losing him to puberty?” Buck bemoaned.

“We’re losing him to puberty.” Eddie confirmed, and both of them pouted in companionable silence for a moment of mourning the loss of Christopher’s idealization.

“So you’ll come with me to follow Christopher through the park, right?” Eddie asked.

“You can count on it,” Buck said, “I’ll bring the disguises.”

#they're his dads #911 show #911 on fox #Evan buckley #Eddie diaz #Christopher diaz #buckley diaz family #buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #911 6x04 coda #krowabbey

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korgbelmont · 4 months

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Choices Insiders January 2024

Happy new year everyone! Hope you all enjoyed and are looking forward to the year ahead!

Actually back this time with this month's Insiders. Apologies for not doing my normal post on the December Insiders, but I was just too ill to be able to focus so decided it was best to leave it.

Anyway! Here we go. New year, new post.

So I chose other and this is what I put;

Found it while scrolling for games on the playstore and thought "yeah, give that a go".

That was in 2018 and here I am haha

I haven't seen anything on Unbridled as to what people think of it, so I won't say much. I'll give it a go when it begins it's release and see what it's like.

Same as above. I'll give it a go when it begins it's release and see what it's like. Other than that, I can't say much.

Let me know what you think of both this and Unbridled if you have played them!

So slight confession with both of these. I've only got to the first two chapters of Ship of Dreams when it began it's release and I've only played the first Chapter of Cursed Heart 2. It's that thing of forgetting one week and then just keep forgetting. I am planning to catch up with it over the weekend as I am intrigued by it and even though for me it's only been one chapter, I'm interested by new characters Oleander and Jack.

I never actually attempted this. I had thought about it, but I can't remember why, but I decided not to have a go. Congrats to those who saw it all the way through!

I haven't played DnD in years, last time was not long before everything hit and my friends and I could no longer meet up to do so. But if we do decide to, I may have a look at the sheets on the wiki and pop a character in to play as haha

Having seen the official cover for Hot Shot, I know which one was used. But to be honest, a majority of covers these days are very similar, so I don't think much.

One thing I would be interested to know is what lead to choosing Ice Hockey as the sport.

Given that they mentioned the shower in particular, I'm guessing there is a scene with the MC and Love Interest in the shower.

The third image makes me think that it is going to be from the CG that is usually seen in the first chapter. Maybe the Love Interest intercepting it or something...

Putting these two as I wanted to discuss a couple things about Blades 3. Firstly, I am surprised a BK3 is happening. This one I feel is the final one as usually they only go up to 3. The second bit is that I am surprised at how early it has been currently scheduled. I can see it changing as it did happen with BK2, but yeah. Same with Crimes 3 to be honest on both points.

Okay, so a couple of new titles, but first I want to speak about The Deadliest Game as when I opened up this morning, I found out about the VIP Exclusive prequel. It has me wondering if we will see this more often or if it just a one off. It does mean though that it looks like it has something related to gambling.

Right, next up is Along Came Treble and The Ghost of Us which were announced last month. I've seen people say about how it is a music book (maybe it's meant to be a mature version of Platinum). I'll give it a go when it begins it's wide release.

The Ghost of Us sounds like a book that could be a book set in two time periods about two lovers reincarnated and their ghosts of their past selves guiding them to the other. Not much information other than the title to go on at the moment.

So the first new new title here is Filthy Rich, and to be honest, it screams that it's a more mature book.

The other new title is Hearts of Fire. I think I remember them saying about a Firefighter book at somepoint last year, and here it is.

But before all of that, there is Immortal Desires 2. I am really looking forward to this one. It was such a welcome surprise to see the 180 and have a sequel greenlit. Looking forward to more Gabriela and curious to see who the villains of this one are.

First Wide Release isn't until next month. I am curious as to why it got pushed back, maybe they're trying to keep with their VIP release schedule and keep double month releases together...

That's it for this month. As always, I will do my best to nab screenshots from one of their other social accounts and post on here.

Keep safe everyone!

#playchoices #choices insiders #thoughts and theories

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loopstagirl · 1 year

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Firefighting

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 202: The Devil You Forgot. Words: 1000

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“It won’t. You have my word.”

“Very well. Dismissed.”

It took effort not to salute his father (unironically) before walking out. Gordon left the infirmary, hating that the debriefing had to take place in there. But no one wanted to leave Virgil, despite him still sedated against the pain of the burns.

Gordon didn’t want to leave, either. But there was something he had to do.

He moved with purpose, taking the stairs two at a time. He rapped once on Alan’s door then barged in without waiting for a response.

“Gordon!” Alan’s tone was too high, too eager. At least he wasn’t completely oblivious.

Gordon ignored him. “Tin-Tin, honey, can we have a minute?”

“She can stay.”

“It’s okay.” Tin-Tin glanced between the two brothers. “You look like you need to talk.”

As she moved, Gordon winked at her. “Loving the new parting by the way, suits you.”

“Thank you.” Tin-Tin smiled at him, but the look she shot Alan showed it wasn’t only Gordon he was in trouble with.

“I said something looked different,” Alan protested. But Tin-Tin left, closing the door behind her.

“So-,”

“Why did I just cover for you?” All the levity had gone from Gordon’s voice. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t tell Dad and Scott what really happened out there; why Virgil is in the infirmary.”

Alan went pale. “How is he?”

“3rd degree burns, Alan. How’d you think? Brains has him sedated for now.”

Alan sat down on his bed; hands clasped between his knees. He’d gone pale, but Gordon was in no mood to comfort him.

“You need to see him.”

“I can’t,” Alan muttered. “I can’t face him.”

“Deal with it. I covered for you with command, but you owe Virgil an apology. And why, exactly, did I even need to cover for you? You were on the rota to check the foam levels.”

“I did.” Alan deflated under Gordon’s glare. “I thought I did. I guess I just… forgot.”

“Forgot? The devil you forgot! Distracted, more like.”

Alan flushed. Gordon wondered how many shades his brother would go through before this conversation was over.

“I thought I’d done it!”

“No. You thought you’d skimp on it, sneak off with Tin-Tin and hope we didn’t get a rescue needing the equipment. But we did get a rescue, Al. One you didn’t even go on!”

The fires had raged hot and fierce. Gordon had joined Virgil and Scott on the ground, tackling some by hand while Virgil had taken the FireFly further in to reach trapped survivors. He was almost there when the foam had run out. It shouldn’t have done; it should have had twice as much in the tank.

But Virgil, being the heroic idiot that he was (and clearly having spent too much time around Scott), decided it didn’t matter he was in the worst of it. He’d got out, grabbed nothing more than a glorified fire extinguisher, and gone in on foot.

He’d rescued the trapped civilians. He’d got them back to the FireFly.

That was it.

Scott had ordered Gordon to use the cannon on Two to douse the rest. They hadn’t previously – too much of a risk for the trapped survivors. But it didn’t matter anymore. They trusted the FireFly could pick up where it’d failed before, and keep Virgil safe.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not me you have to say it to,” Gordon snapped. Before he could stop himself, he’d sunk on his brother’s bed, lying back. He was exhausted.

Coming home, he’d put Two on autopilot so he could be with Virgil. But it’d still been stressful, and a relief when his father and Brains had appeared.

“Why did you cover for me?” Alan asked quietly. “You could’ve told Scott.”

“Bro-code, Alan,” Gordon muttered. “Since when have we grassed each other up?”

For their entire lives, they’d been covering for each other. But Gordon propped himself on his elbows.

“But I’m not doing it again. Not for this.” He meant it. Pranks were one thing. Alan being distracted this time could’ve cost their brother his life. “You’ve gotta grow up, kid.”

“Contradiction,” Alan said, with an attempt at a smile. Gordon rolled his eyes.

“C’mere.” He held out an arm. Alan smiled, going in for a hug, then yelped when Gordon pulled him into a headlock instead, digging his knuckles into the younger man’s scalp.

As he shoved Alan away, his little brother looked at him.

“Are we okay?”

“Apologise to Virgil,” Gordon said, “then we’ll be okay.”

Heck knew he could never stay mad at his kid brother.

-x-

Back in the infirmary, Jeff looked at his eldest son. Scott wouldn’t leave Virgil’s side until his brother could come as well. There was going to be a long battle ahead of him to wrangle his boys. But he didn’t care. As long as they could get Virgil back on his feet, that’s all that mattered.

He cleared his throat softly until Scott looked up.

“Gordon.”

“What about him?”

“He’s covering for Alan, isn’t he?”

He’d guessed as soon as Gordon had made his report. If he’d truly been responsible, he wouldn’t have been standing to attention. He would’ve been as close to Virgil as he could get.

But he also knew Scott knew it. There was no way his Field Commander would’ve listened in silence if he truly thought Gordon was to blame.

“Yeah,” Scott said, his tone heavy. “It’s what those two do.”

“Go easy on him.”

“On Alan? Look what he’s done.”

“No,” Jeff smiled. “On Gordon, for lying. You boys are too loyal to each other.”

He looked at Scott, almost on top of Virgil’s bed to be there for his brother, and smiled. He was furious with his youngest, but proud of his fourth-born. It took a lot to hold onto that kind of loyalty when this was the outcome.

Alan may have a way to go. But Gordon had grown up.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #alan tracy #jeff tracy #scott tracy #flash fiction friday #the devil you forgot

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HJP Week 2023 - Masterlist Part 2

Harry had a ball with all your wonderful creations! Thanks to everyone who participated. 🥳🥳🥳

This is the masterlist post in which all entries submitted across all platforms will be listed. There are art, fics, podfics and book bindings! If you prefer to view by prompts, check out the roundup post here.

The AO3 collection will stay open till the end of the year for any late submissions. If you want the blog to reblog your work on Tumblr, please tag @harryjamespotterweek and #hjpweek2023.

This has been a wonderful week! Thanks for joining me in showing some love to our favorite birthday boy! ❤️❤️❤️

Masterlist Part 1

Fic:

Harry Potter/George Weasley

📖 Brunchy Confessions - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | G | 1k

Harry worries about telling the Weasleys that he and George are an item at their weekly brunch.

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Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

📖 One Bed - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | G | 300

The Potter family shares a bed.

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Harry Potter/Hermione Granger

📖 The Birthday Harry Always Wanted - Tardis_Magic93 | G | 700

Hermione and Ron planned Harry a surprise birthday trip.

📖 Coffee Break - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | G | 1k

After the war, the most important thing to Harry is his friendships, especially when he's thinking about taking a friendship to a relationship.

📖 you set my heart on fire - bellairestrella / @bellairestrella | G | 1.5k

Hermione Granger had learned that some things in life happened without any warning. Even with careful planning, surprises could still happen. Schedules could change in the blink of an eye, and she had no power over it. She wasn’t one to believe in fate (far from it) but after the past few hours, her opinion had shifted. Or what happens when a girl gets stuck in an elevator, calls emergency services, and a sweet and handsome firefighter helps free her.

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Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

📖 half-a-date - Poljupci / @poljupci | E | 284

Harry has been worried that the three of them starting something like this - romantic, permanent - would end at best in a horribly awkward agreement never to speak of it again, and at worst a horribly antagonistic splitting of ways. He couldn't be more wrong.

📖 SoulMates - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | T | 3k

Ron and Hermione are soulmates - or so everyone thinks. When Harry loses the part of him that is Voldemort, it suddenly all makes sense. They had always done everything together, after all.

📖 undying - Poljupci / @poljupci | G | 2.6k

It's common knowledge that everyone has a soulmark - a simple string of words quoting the last thing your soulmate will say to you before their death. But Harry has never really thought about the marks on his arms. The simple, short "You’ll be okay. I love you." has been easy to overlook, especially since they were so hard to believe at times. Not to mention that the thought of having two soulmates – a feat so rare it’s barely believable any time it happens to anybody – didn’t even cross his mind. He’s never even got the point of it all – if someone spends their entire life with someone without even knowing whether they were ‘destined to be’, why would one moment change their entire relationship posthumously? Except of course when the posthumous status of the relationship isn’t permanent. Except of course, when your soulmate doesn’t really die. It's safe to say that when Ron and Hermione corner him after the Battle of Hogwarts is finished, nothing could have prepared him for the shock of finally having to deal with these circumstances.

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Harry Potter/Katie Bell

📖 A Walk with Destiny - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | G | 1k

The day before Harry's twenty-first birthday, his teammates in the quidditch locker room tease him about not knowing about soulmates and he walks home worried about who his soulmate could be.

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Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy

📖 The Cane - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 431

The snake’s tongue flicked; the cane was cold against his hot skin.

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Harry Potter/Neville Longbottom

📖 Holiday Balls - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | T | 1.4k

Harry's nervous about his first date with Neville at the holiday ball after the war.

📖 Mission Accomplished - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | E | 1.7k

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Harry Potter/Parvati Patil

When Harry has to pretend to be a submissive to Parvati for a deep cover mission, he's surprised when pretending may lead to more...

📖 Finding Pleasure - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 200

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Harry Potter/Percy Weasley

The kiss seared into Percy's soul — all bites and tongues and reverence.

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Harry Potter/Ron Weasley

📖 A Safe Place - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | E | 1.8k

Ron and Harry have to contend with that very common, totally normal issue of discovering that there’s only one bed. While many would just ask for a second bed, Ron and Harry use their shared neuron and decide the only way forwards is to simply share the bed.

📖 That's normal for a friendship, right? - Spelcray / @waterfalls-moon | T | 980

Harry has just discovered something, and that's perfectly normal among the best of best friends, isn't it?

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Harry Potter/Sirius Black

📖 Photographs - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 533

Sirius Black was lanky and thin when Harry saw him again after his Third year. Life on the run did that to you. Peel you of your worth. Dismantle your defences. Mortified a proud man as he went on eating rats and digging through rubbish for food. The constant threats would cut any man down to his core. At least in Azkaban, Sirius knew peace, even if it was false. Harry worried for him.

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Harry Potter/Sirius Black/Severus Snape

📖 Café au lait de Harry - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | E | 5.7k

Two enemies have a talk over coffee about milk and other Harry things.

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Harry Potter/Severus Snape

📖 First Dates - sillybeans | T | 1.7k

“Have I ever told you about my very first date?” he then asked. “No, but you look like you’re about to tell me anyway.”

📖 Pathetic - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 300

It was routine now — their quarrels in class; the sneers and leers directed at each other during meals. Their fumbles and gasps and scratches.

📖 Professional Strippers - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | T | 6k

At Uncle Vernon’s funeral, Aunt Petunia asks Harry for a favour.

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Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

📖 Nothing Compares - Coconutice22 / @coconutice22 | E | 11.3k

Harry’s trying to move on with his life after finishing things with Tom. Truth be told, he’s not trying very hard.

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Harry Potter/Voldemort

📖 Presentation - emeraldlove / @givereadersahug | E | 400

It was infuriating. To be presented as a beta.

📖 the weather's not so bad in here - sillybeans | E | 3.9k

An evil wizard holds his chosen one hostage – trapped inside a tower, like Rapunzel. Except this time, no prince comes to the rescue.

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Crossover

Harry celebrates his birthday with his found family.

Once Upon a Time

📖 Different Magic, Same Found Family - jmagnabosco / @jmagnabo92 | G | 948

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Podfic:

🎙️ Because You Called the Wrong Person, But He Was Into It Anyway by gracerene - Cailynwrites | E | 11 minutes

Draco has called the wrong number. Harry doesn't mind one bit.

🎙️ Sex and the Art of Castle Maintenance by birdsofshore - Cailynwrites | E | 95 minutes

"Come on, boys," Zabini drawled. "You’re only delaying the inevitable." Trouble always had a way of finding Harry, and eighth year was obviously going to be no exception.

🎙️ Tournesol by meandminniemcg - Cailynwrites | T | 10 minutes

Harry hates vacations, they give too much chance to think of his losses. But sometimes vacations are a time to be lucky in finding the right coffeeshop...

🎙️ Tuesday Nights by firethesound - Cailynwrites | E | 93 minutes

The absolute last place Harry expected to see Malfoy was in a rundown Muggle cinema on a Tuesday night.

🎙️ Without Pretense by apliddell - Cailynwrites | G | 22 minutes

Through the huge front window of the pub, he could see Potter making for that ridiculous turquoise muggle car he borrowed from Weasley sometimes. That was curious. If he was in such a hurry, he might have just stepped into the alley between the pub and the salon next door and Disapparated. After a moment’s thought, Draco collected his own jacket and slipped out of the pub after Potter.

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Harry Potter/Severus Snape

🎙️ Five Steps to Surviving Cabin Fever by hippocrates460 - Cailynwrites | E | 45 minutes

Harry's worst nightmare comes true, instead of spending his days off lounging around his apartment he's been called in for a case. It all gets worse when the case drags on for longer than expected and Robards decides he'll need help.

🎙️ World Enough, and Time by Likelightinglass - Cailynwrites | T | 40 minutes

Soulmate clocks start ticking when you first lock eyes, and count down until your time with them is over. Harry’s starts ticking on September 1st, 1991. He has only six years, eight months, and one day.

#harry potter #harry james potter #hjpweek2023 #tomarry #drarry #snarry #harmony #hinny #haphne #rarry #golden trio #hjp #harrymort

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hero-in-waiting · 1 year

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awake. a 6x11 spec fic.\

Is this in any way gonna be canon? No. But I can dream, right?

buddie, 3k, PG, spoilers for 9-1-1 episode 6x10, ambiguous ending.

“Just go over and talk to him.”

Evan turned, glaring at Daniel, who shrugged and moved to leave, needing to go to work. He clapped Evan on the shoulder as he walked past. He turned back to the paper he had been reading for the lesson he was in the middle of planning and did his best not to look up and stare at the hot guy who was ordering a drink at the same time every day. At the same time, Evan was there every day, talking on his phone to someone with a worried look.

“Just hold on, okay? Hold on.”

Evan wanted to know who was holding on.

—

“Is this seat taken?”

Evan looked up to see Hot Guy standing there, his phone nowhere in sight and a half smirk on his face that looked good. Evan stared for a second. “Uh…what?”

Hot Guy’s smile turned even more amused. “Can I sit?” he asked. “It’s busy.”

Evan glanced around, seeing the crowded room filled with people he sort of recognized. He could see a lesbian couple and their kid in the corner, laughing over something with a man their age bouncing their other girl on his knee, making her laugh. An older gentleman and woman were talking, and heads bowed together as their kids talked to each other. And Evan was sitting at a table for two but alone.

“Uh, sure,” Evan said finally, looking up at Hot Guy, who smiled and sat.

“I’m Eddie Diaz,” Hot Guy said, holding out his hand.

Evan shook it. “Evan.”

—

“Evan!”

Evan grinned as he spotted Eddie walking over and sliding into the seat across from him. “Hey, man, how’s work?”

“Busy,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You’d think at some point people would stop doing dumb things that made them want to call 911.”

“You’d be out of a job if they did that,” Evan said, closing the lesson plan he hadn’t been planning.

“That I would,” Eddie agreed, nodding his head. “Besides. Chris thinks I save kittens from trees, and if I didn’t have a job, who would save the cats?”

Evan laughed. “Well, maybe you can be a kitten firefighter only?”

Eddie’s smile was soft as he looked at Buck. “Well, that sounds fun for a while, but I like helping people. I think they do good when they hold on, Buck. Please.”

Evan tilted his head to the side, shaking his head as a conversation from a different table interrupted Eddies last words. “What was that? Sorry.”

“Sorry, am I boring you?” Eddie asked with a teasing smile.

“You’d never bore me,” Evan said immediately, knowing it deep in his chest.

“No?”

“No.”

—

“You got it, bad baby brother,” Daniel said, grinning at Evan.

Evan stared at his brother, at a face so similar to his own that people thought they were twins. Daniel knew him better than most, and he couldn’t lie to him. The same way, he couldn’t lie to Maddie. “I know,” he said, dropping his head back and sighing.

“Ask him out,” Maddie said, dropping into the seat next to Daniel, a bowl of popcorn in his lap. “The worst thing that happens is he says no, not again. Please wake up, Buck.”

“The worst thing that happens is what?” Evan asked, rubbing a hand over his face, wondering if he had dozed off.

“No, the worst thing he says is no.”

—

“Sure!”

Evan stared at Eddie’s bright smile and felt something tight form in his chest. “What?”

“Sure, I’d love to get dinner,” Eddie said, setting his cup on the table and leaning closer.

“As a date,” Evan had to check.

“As a date,” Eddie agreed.

Evan’s heart felt like it was going to burst.

—

“Evan, I want you to meet Christopher, my son.”

Evan knew all about Chris and how much Eddie loved him and missed him the weeks he spent with Shannon, equally split between the two houses and loved by two parents. He waved a hand, feeling awkward. “Hey there.”

“Hi, Buck,” Chris said, smiling up at him and leaning against his Dad.

“Buck?” Evan asked, glancing up at Eddie, who rolled his eyes.

“Dad said that was your name.”

“I said his name was Evan,” Eddie corrected.

Chris smiled at him. “Buck!”

Evan stared at Chris, seeing the smile and hearing the agonized cry of a nickname that sounded right but also wasn’t at the same time. He was Evan, and he had always been Evan. “Well, I love a nickname,” Evan said, glancing back up at Eddie, who started looking concerned. “Buck, it is.”

Evan was sure Eddie’s smile could light an entire room.

—

The first kiss was soft, fingers tracing along his jaw and Eddie's mouth finding his, sure as the sun would rise. It felt like coming home, like years spent circling instead of a few short months. Evan could feel electricity under his skin; he never wanted this moment to end.

—

“I love you,” Evan said softly, carding fingers through the fine hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck.

“I love you. I need you to wake up, please,” Eddie replied, turning and smiling up at Evan. “Chris does as well.”

“Yeah?” Evan asked, his chest warm at the thought of Eddie’s son liking him.

“We need you, please,” Eddie said, the soft look still on his face.

“I’m here,” Evan said, reaching out to draw Eddie into a kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.”

—

“I realize that we’re all gathered here to celebrate Evan and Eddie getting married, but I think we need to take a moment to talk about the most important person in the room,” Daniel said, pressing a hand against his heart before looking over at Chris. “Chris. The man of the hour! Getting straight A’s for another semester in a row. A much more important milestone than marriage, right?”

Laughter spread out across the room. Evan’s face hurt from the smile stretching across his face as he looked around at their friends and family and then turned, meeting Eddie’s eyes over the top of Chris’s head as Daniel kept talking about all of Chris’s accomplishments.

“I love you,” Evan said to Eddie.

Eddie’s smile was wide, his eyes filled with happiness. “I love you, but it’s been long enough. Come on, you need to wake up now. Open up those eyes for us, please.”

Evan had never been so happy.

—

Evan picked Chris up and kissed him on the cheek before putting him back down as they headed toward the car. “How was school?”

“It was good, Buck,” Chris said. “Today we learned about genetics and how we’re both parts of our parents and how that’s important. And I miss my Mom, but you’re important too, so I need you to wake up because I need you here.”

There was a dread that filled Evan’s chest, and he glanced up, seeing the storm clouds overhead, and thought about lighting and Chris’s crutches. “That’s really awesome, and I’ll always be here, okay? But we gotta get to the car, okay?”

Chris smiled at him. “Wake up, Buck.”

Evan smiled back before he hid a yawn behind his hand. “Love you too.”

—

Evan grinned as he opened the door and saw Bobby carrying a covered bowl. “Bobby! Hey, you made it.”

“Course I did. I know you’ve been tired lately, and we want to help,” Bobby said, stepping inside. “Athena will be here soon. We’re all here for you. I need you to wake up, kid. I can’t lose another son.”

Buck looked at the covered dish. “You ever gonna tell me the secret ingredient.”

“Wouldn’t be a secret then, would it?”

“Is that Bobby?” Eddie called from the kitchen.

“Yeah!” Evan called back.

Eddie stuck his head out. “Hey, Cap!”

“Hey, Eddie. Where did you want this?” Bobby asked, walking past Evan and into the house.

Evan looked outside and saw the storm clouds brewing and the distant crack of thunder, and he shivered, shutting the door.

—

“Don’t leave me.”

Evan looked up and met Eddie’s gaze. “What did you say?”

Eddie smiled at him. “I said, did you want pizza for dinner?”

“When have I ever not wanted pizza for dinner?”

“The few times you’ve wanted sushi,” Eddie said, dropping onto the couch next to Evan and pulling up the app to order pizza.

“But pizza is my one and only love.”

“I thought that was me,” Eddie said, not looking up from his phone. “You promised Chris you would be there. And I need you around because I need to know you have my back if anything happens to me. That’s what partners do; we have each other’s backs.”

“I love you more than I love pizza,” Evan said, slouching to the side and resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder, trying to ignore the exhaustion settling into his bones. It had just been a long week at work, nothing else. Nothing to worry about.

“True love.”

—

The storm was raging outside, and Evan could feel his heart pounding, his ribs sore from holding himself tightly as he stared out at the rain-lashed windows, exhaustion from the long week making him want to sink to the floor. “I’m so glad you’re not working,” Evan whispered, smiling at Eddie, who was sitting on the couch, an arm wrapped around Chris’s shoulders, reading a newspaper with his other hand. “It’s dangerous out there.”

His chest ached from the force of the worry as he walked over and sat down next to Chris, dropping his arm along the back of the couch, curling his hand around the back of Eddie’s neck, and squeezing gently.

“I’ll have to go out tomorrow. You know we’re down a person since Buck got injured,” Eddie said, tilting the newspaper toward Evan.

Evan read the title about the Firefighter who had gotten struck by lightning. “That has to suck,” he said, rubbing a hand over his chest at the sympathetic pain. “Any news?”

“We’re hopeful. He’s stabilized, and he’s breathing on his own we’re just waiting for him to wake up.”

Evan frowned, turning to Eddie and the odd voice. “You coming down with something?”

“I don’t think so?” Eddie said, glancing up. “Why?”

“Your voice sounded weird.”

“You’re weird,” Eddie replied, looking back down at the newspaper as a crack of thunder made Evan jump.

“You’re okay, Buck,” Chris said, smiling at him.

Evan smiled back. “I know I am, and I will be as long as I have my favorite people.”

Eddie smiled at him. “Please wake up.”

Evan frowned. “What did you say?”

Eddie frowned back. “I said I love you too.”

“You have to wake up, Buck,” Chris said, snuggling into Evan. “Dad misses you.”

“Eddie’s right there,” Evan said, frowning and feeling panic begin to rise in his chest.

“I know he is,” Chris said, giggling like Evan had just told a joke.

The sound of someone sobbing filled the room, Buck, Buck, Buck, filling the air. Evan sat up straight, staring around, wondering where the noise came from.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Eddie asked, still reading the newspaper.

The sobbing got louder, and Evab felt pressure on his chest. He pressed a hand over his heart and turned, meeting Eddie’s soft smile as a crack of thunder filled the room, the lights flashing and one of the machines beginning to beep in a rapid pattern whispers beginning to fill the air around him.

He turned, trying to find the noise. “Do you hear that?” he asked, looking back at the TV to see if it was on. It was, and Evan could see a man lying on the bed, surrounded by people being pushed away by Doctors as they rushed in.

“This is too old for you,” Evan said, picking up the remote and turning off the TV, the whispering growing louder and the exhaustion settling even deeper into his bones as he settled back against the couch.

“You’re silly,” Chris said, smiling brightly at Evan.

“You’re the silliest,” Evan replied, smiling back at Chris before leaning down to kiss his forehead and looking up at Eddie. “You okay?”

Eddie’s eyes were sunken, and his cheeks were hollow. There was a paleness to his skin that didn’t make sense. Evan blinked, and Eddie smiled at him, flushed with happiness. “I’m fine. How are you feeling?”

“Wake up. Please wake up!”

The beeping grew louder, and Buck felt fingers brush over his forehead, and something grabbed his hand. He flinched back, looking down and flexing his hand, wondering what had touched him.

“I’m fine,” Evan said, looking back at Eddie. “I’m right where I need to be.”

Eddie smiled brightly. “With me and Chris.”

“With both of you,” Evan agreed. “I love you both.”

“We love you too, Buck,” Chris said, leaning against him as Eddie leaned in to kiss him.

Evan was sure this was the happiest he would ever be, that nothing couple top this moment as the storm raged outside and the beeping got louder, the pain in his chest growing moment by moment and his heart beginning to ache. His eyes felt heavy, but he didn’t remember closing them. He could feel Chris’s hand in his own, and he tried to squeeze, but it was hard when he was so tired, and he just wanted to be back on the couch with Chris and Eddie, happy and safe from the storm.

“Wake up, please. I need my Dad!”

Evan forced his eyes open, pain flooding his senses as the bright light assaulted him. He could hear people yelling, people talking, and people crying. He was under assault, and he was so tired he couldn’t move. He could barely turn his head.

“Buck, there you go, keep them open, come on, Buck, you got this.”

Evan knew that voice, and he blinked again, the light in his eyes moving away, and he could see blurry outlines. He could feel a hand in his own, and he squeezed, not wanting to worry Chris anymore than he already had.

“Good, kid, you’re doing good.”

Evan watched as Bobby’s face appeared in his vision, stress wearing his face down and aging him several years. There were tears running down his face, and his smile was wide. Evan opened his mouth to try and talk, but even that motion was too hard for him.

“No, no, don’t speak. You’re safe. You’re okay, kid. You’re gonna be okay,” Bobby said.

Evan looked to the side, trying to find Eddie and Chris, but he couldn’t see them. He looked back at Bobby, who was smoothing a hand over Evan’s forehead, brushing the hair back.

“Kid, I am damned glad to see you awake,” Bobby said his voice breaking.

Evan wanted to know where Eddie and Chris were. He knew Bobby didn’t want him to speak, but he had to know. “Eddie,” he forced out, his throat aching with the word.

Bobby’s face softened. “Eddie was taking Chris to get some food, but they should be back soon. He’ll be damned glad to see his Buck.”

“Buck?”

Bobby frowned. “Yes, Buck. You.”

“I’m not Buck,” Evan whispered, wondering what was happening.

“Yes…you are,” Bobby said, frowning as he glanced around, searching for something.

“I’m Evan,” Evan said, wondering if something had happened or if someone had mixed something up.

Bobby’s frown, if possible, deepened. “Yes, yes, you are. Evan Buckley, Buck.”

Evan stared at him before he turned at the familiar sound of crutches and watched as Chris walked in, his word, sad face changing into a bright smile when he spotted Evan.

“Buck!” Chris said before he burst into tears.

Evan struggled to get to Chris, but he was so tired, and his body ached. Eddie appeared in the doorway, his face going slack with shock and a series of other emotions before he picked up Chris, who didn’t fight for once and was across the room, settling Chris onto the bed. Chris grabbed his hand and held it tight. Evan tried to squeeze back as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Careful, Chris,” Eddie said, stopping Chris from leaning down.

Chris nodded. “I’ll be careful, Dad. I don’t want to hurt Buck.”

Buck. Evan frowned, looking between Eddie and Bobby, confused and wondering why everyone was calling him Buck.

“You got hit by lightning when you were up on the ladder,” Bobby explained, resting a hand on his forehead. “You’ve been in a coma for two weeks.”

“What?” Evan asked, his mind rebelling at the words. Eddie was the firefighter, not him.

“Buck, it’s okay,” Eddie said, resting a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

Evan stared at Eddie for a long time, trying to make sense of the words, of the distance between him and Eddie, and wondering why it hurt so much when they weren’t…they were partners. Eddie was his best friend and had been for a few years now. He knew this. He didn’t know why he was so confused.

“I’m tired,” he whispered.

Eddie nodded, reaching out to squeeze Evan’s forearm, a close friend, the best friend Evan had ever had. “Go to sleep. It’s been a long few weeks, and you’re still healing. We’ll be here when you wake up again. Promise.”

“Okay.”

He could see Bobby’s watery smile, Chris’s bright one, and the soft one Eddie had for the moments like this when something had gone right. But Evan wasn’t sure if everything had gone right. Maybe some sleep would help.

Buck closed his eyes and let himself fall back asleep, and hoped everything made sense when he woke back up.

#tumblr fic #my fic #tv: 911 #911 spoilers #buddie #spec fic #6x11 hopes and dreams

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it’s been a hot minute since i’ve gone on a deep dive about station 19 (partially my faul because i’m busy losing my marbles on twitter, what can i say) anyways, i wanted to go in depth about the episodes because it’s nice to do what i started doing and two it allows me to rewatch the episode and catch details that i normally wouldn’t when i’m watching it live. after all that being said, buckle up folks it’s 6x07 time! as usual spoilers ahead:

picking up right where we left off, the incident at meredith’s which of course was the scene where 19 was called at and of course what mortified all of us for more than 100 days, maya’s fall and her injuries once someone found her + also interesting to notice that beckett allowed andy to handle the scene, does that mean he was unable to call the shots or he’s playing safe here? + jack finding maya made sense since he was there but i’m curious, he noticed her turnouts on the floor and didn’t wonder where she was? like if she was on desk duty her turnouts wouldn’t be there in the first place idk

something that lots of people pointed out is that jack just carried maya without any support on her neck and back and i agree with them, he didn’t know the extent of her injuries or how long she was down, i’m wondering why he didn’t call 911 first and just waited for them to help but i guess that was made for the drama (?) + i’m wondering how the whole mayor storyline will unfold, like is montgomery gonna quit being a firefighter or what? unless dixon gets arrested or something for a scandal i don’t know where this is headed

i just wished ross character wasn’t involved romantically with sullivan that would be great + oh travis you messed up big time + this story was wild af, to think that these things happen all the time and they turn way worse than this is disgusting + the way maya pushed herself to that limit hurts my soul, to know that she will get the help she needs down the road gives me a little comfort but right now it hurts + i have to say the cuffs threw me off so badly😂

“where’s carina?” oh no poor maya this is just the beginning of a rollercoaster + “you look guilty” lmao busted + this is so random for sure + poor kid :( + the second carina saw jack she knew something was wrong, the tremble in her voice gave it away + i have to say danielle’s performance is so incredible, you can notice how broken maya looks by just staring at her eyes + and of course she doesn’t realize how bad she is… trauma and abuse is a hell of a thing

hughes, herrera and ross were the mvp of this episode totally + i was so tense the entire scene geez + this scene is so important when jack tells carina about maya, at first i was like ugh not again jack being in the middle of maya and carina but rewatching it i noticed how this seems to be the moment where carina chooses to help maya whether she wants it or not.

these women are incredible and i wished they would fight sexism and the abuse within the force because i know they can

not adrdessing the ladies too much because the two storylines happening are literally the only thing i was able to think for this entire episode

the way maya doesn’t even begin to see how hurt she is and how badly she needs to allow others to help hurts me, the worst part is that so many people can relate to this, growing up under abusive parenting can result into this and even worse things, i just wanna hug maya so badly

i also want to hug carina so badly, i don’t think she knows the extent of maya’s trauma maybe just bits and pieces but not the whole story which makes me wonder if the show will ever let them figure this out and have a conversation about it + i hate how they all worried after maya literally was vanishing in front of them like ugh + i’m surprised how no one has actually caught beckett day drinking, this man has been slipping since he got to station 19 + carina leaving really broke me :(

that was such an emotional episode like wow i ended up having to lay down for a minute or two because my head was spinning. i watched this live, i read lots of opinions about maya and carina and i just have to say there’s no good or bad in this story, maya has endured abuse her entire life and as result she pushes herself to the point of hurting, physically and mentally of course; carina also has endured abuse but the way she was affected by this is clearly different from maya’s, she isn’t a bad person by taking some space and time to understand the next steps, she has to take care of herself and in order to do that she needed maya to understand she needs help too. it’s so easy to point fingers and say “oh maya is horrible for saying those things” or “carina is awful because she left”. maya is hurt and obviously what she said wasn’t nice by any means but i remember reading somewhere that hurt people hurts people, and again carina has spend basically her entire life taking care of others, she needs the space to heal and allow maya to heal too.

station 19 came back stronger than ever and after this episode and 6x08 (which i watched live but i’m gonna rewatch because the streaming was wacky) it makes me feel that we’re getting something far better than we got in season 5 and for that i’m grateful. it may or may not be the writer’s intention but they created the most layered and best character in the entire show and her name is maya bishop. catch ya in the next one!

#station 19 #station 19 spoilers #maya bishop #carina deluca #vic hughes #andy herrera #natasha ross #travis montgomery #ben warren #robert sullivan #jack gibson #ale watches station 19

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