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911 (Fox) Christmas Scenario Game
12 Days of Christmas: Day 7 Bonus
- This includes characters from 911 Lone Star - though it is not on my fandoms list I have seen some of it, and I may write for it if I like the scenario prompt and/or character -
(Link to Scenario Games Masterlist)
Rules/What you do: Just match the month/day/letter to yourself and you got yourself a cute little scenario to imagine lol. And you can also leave in the tags or comments, what your scenario is :) If you don't want to that is fine, but reblogs are still appreciated!
A/N: I also take these scenarios as writing requests as well (only when requests are open obviously)
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Your Birth Month:
'You And...'
January: Mateo Chaves // Lucy Denato
February: Eddie Diaz // Athena Grant
March: Bobby Nash // Maddie Buckley
April: Evan Buckley // Tommy Vega
May: Owen Strand // Lena Bosko
June: Your Choice
July: Chimney Han // Michelle Blake
August: Lou Ransone // Ana Flores
September: Ravi Pannikar // Henrietta Wilson
October: Judson Ryder // Nancy Gillian
November: Albert Han // Marjan Marwani
December: Paul Strickland // Abby Clark
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Your Birth Date:
1: Have a Christmas movie marathon.
2: Cook Christmas dinner.
3: End up as each other's Secret Santa.
4: Make Christmas cookies.
5: Go to a Christmas festival.
6: Have a snowball fight.
7: Host a Christmas party.
8: End up under the mistletoe.
9: Go on a walk in the snow.
10: Exchange Christmas gifts.
11: Go away on a trip together for Christmas.
12: Decorate the Christmas tree.
13: Make snow angels.
14: Go to a Christmas parade.
15: Attend to a Christmas party together.
16: Go sledding.
17: Give each other handmade gifts.
18: Go on a Christmas themed treasure hunt.
19: Go ice skating.
20: Dance around to Christmas music as you decorate.
21: Go to a Christmas market.
22: Are reunited for Christmas
23: Build a snowman.
24: Go to a Christmas tree farm.
25: Drive around to view Christmas lights.
26: Build gingerbread houses.
27: Make each other ugly Christmas sweaters.
28: Accidentally get each other the same gift.
29: Prank each other with mistletoe.
30: Get a puppy/kitten for Christmas
31: Take cheesy Christmas photos together.
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First Letter of Your Name/Username:
(Bonus) And...
A-G: It is your first Christmas together.
H-N: You have your first kiss.
O-T: You get engaged.
U-Z: It is your first date.
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*words in (parentheses) are alternate options/additions.
I apologize if your combo/match up does not make sense, it is hard to make sure that every single combination does.
xx
*Please consider reblogging or tagging your friends/mutuals to share this around.
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry
911 Taglist: @spuffyfan394, @webreathfandoms, @locke-writes, @persephonesportal, @pockyandme, @soultrysworld, @averyhotchner, @iinmysights, @that-marvel-simp, @gatefleet,
#911#911 (fox)#9-1-1#scenario game#match up game#911 scenario game#christmas scenario game#911 christmas#911 imagine#9-1-1 imagine#911 lone star#911 lone star imagine#evan buckley#eddie diaz#bobby nash#athena grant#maddie buckley#henrietta wilson#chimney han#albert han#owen strand#lou ransone#12 days of christmas#day 7 bonus
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as 911 obviously wants to do something special for their 100th episode achievement but they didn’t want to quite commit to making a musical episode. instead they are invoking the beloved high school musical ‘get your head in the game’ vibe knowing that if they went with the baseball ‘i don’t dance’ route, their choice in musical inspiring number would be too homoerotic this early on in the 7th season without an 8th season renewal secured. in this essay i will
#911 crack#sorry but if eddie doesn’t utter the words ‘get your head in the game!’ i’ll simply perish#a boring workday has me imagining the most grandiose of scenarios istg
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Baby, that is way too soon to give up
#I played this exact scenario in a viddy game once and from that I learned there’s always a way out if you just look#and don’t waste time giving whole final speeches THAT MAKe ME CRYYY#911 abc#911 on abc#Athena grant-Nash
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As REQUESTED! Here's part 3 of "Yoongi who never had a crush... Until you" from my notes app!
This is a little longer than the others due to my commute to work taking a little longer today, so yall can thank the Sao Paulo train system for that!
As I mentioned previously, I am now open to commissions through my ko-fi! So you can buy me a coffee and request a short scenario, whether it be based on this fic, one of my others, or something entirely new! The link to my ko-fi is in my bio!
Anywho! Enjoy!
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Yoongi had an on going theory - now proven over many many times - that any and all problems he encountered could somehow be traced back to Jimin.
Beer missing from the fridge? Jiminie. His files mysteriously disappearing from his computer, replaced by a bootleg version of The Sims 3? Jimin. The Plague? Park Jimin, that fucking rat.
And once more, in a house party he had no interested being at, poor Yoongi found himself victim of the consequences of his ill-fated association with that god-forsaken gremlin, now smiling smugly from across the circle where his friends and a few acquaintances sat.
"Everyone knows the rules, right?" Jimin said, innocently like he wasn't the cause of Yoongi's on going demise "You spin the bottle and whoever it points to, you have to kiss!"
Yoongi snorted from his place in a chair outside the circle. At 30 years old, he was clearly above such childish games and would never submit himself to such humiliating and depraved behavior...
"I'm here! I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" he heard and he swore time stopped as you, of all people, sat within the circle next to a Jungkook, smoothing down your tennis skirt as you smiled "What are we playing?"
"Spin the bottle!" Jimin smiled grew, a mischievous gleam appearing as he peared at his frozen friend.
Your eyes looked around the circle, falling on Yoongi's a couple feet behind and he swore even the singular hair in his left toe stood up in alert "Yoongi's not playing?" You asked.
Jimin shrugged in despondency "Well, no-"
"Of course I am!" Yoongi threw himself onto the ground, sending a poor unsuspecting Taehyung flying out of the way with a whelp "I love this game!"
Yoongi did not in fact love this game. He loathed it.
They had played several rounds and his bottle was nowhere close to pointing at you. Instead, he kissed Namjoon twice and slapped Taehyung once for putting his slimy tongue out as their faces got closer.
Was he cursed, he wondered, the face of dispirited desperation, watching as Hoseok and Jin made out in a way that could only be described as disproportionately violent. What could he have done in his past lives that would lead to this punishment, the sheer torture of sitting across from you and not getting to kiss you? Had he not earned your affections? Did he not claim your love through the cosmical power of dibs?
Whatever. WhaTEVER! So it would be, he would die alone. A monk amongst 6 manwhores, a fortitude of loneliness, cursed to roam the earth in his loveless state...
Oh, it was his turn. He spinned the bottle thoughtlessly, mind still wondering about the implications of his slowly returning virginity due to solitude.
Oh.
Oh.
You looked up at him as the bottle pointed straight at your form all the way across the circle and Yoongi swore someone had to call 911 at the way his heart stopped. His condition - simptitis - was worsening by the second.
Someone wheel him into the emergency room - you were crawling across the circle, prowling really, your blouse dipping in a way that left nothing to the imagination, and trust him, he had imagined!
You stopped, kneeling in front of him "Hi, Mr. Min."
Here are some symptoms to look for if you believe you could suffer from simptitis:
-accelerated heart beat
-exaggerated hand sweating
-inability to form coherent thoughts, not to be confused with just being stupid, which Yoongi was starting to think it was his case
-ill timed boners
And, the most common one:
-praise kink
Yoongi seemed to be displaying all of the above at the same time and when you softly asked "Are you okay with this?" All he could do was brace himself and nod.
If Hoseok and Jin's kiss was violent, this one was peaceful, slow, soft and way too passionate for a spin the bottle session. You tasted like sicilian lemon and gin and Yoongi was only but an alcoholic man at your feet, cradling your face to keep you close, refusing to let go of the addictive feeling of your lips on his.
Someone coughed awkwardly and you stepped back, face flushed and chest heaving. You looked deliciously disheveled and Yoongi thought of other circumstances where he could make you look like that again.
Okay, so maybe Jimin wasn't that bad. Maybe he wasn't the physical manifestation of Yoongi's karma. Maybe that phat assed hobbit was up to something with his seventh grade games...
Oh, it was your turn. Maybe Yoongi would get to kiss you again!
Nope. It landed on Jimin, who wasted absolutely no time in bringing your face down to his.
The betrayal? The bro-trayal?
Back stabbing little tinker bell bitch.
Bugger.
Bugger it all to hell.
#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts#min yoongi#yoongi imagine#yoongi fanfic#min yoongi x y/n#yoongi x reader#yoongi fluff
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Welcome to @f10werfae's library of Henry Cavill💫 Enjoy your stay!
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
Here is my main masterlist for everyone else I write for♥️
[🌟] Favourites/Popular
[☁️] Fluff
[*] Smut
[🌧] Angst
Taglist Form
Lumberjack!Henry x short!shy!reader masterlist
-To request, please send in an Ask or PM me✨
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➼ Heart Warming [*/☁️]
(Husband!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)
: Things get a bit hot when Henry uses his magical methods to comfort Y/n ;)
➼ Birthday Cake [☁️/Slight🌧]
(Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Reader)
:When everyone bails on Y/n's birthday, all seems to be doomed, but not for long
➼ In Sickness and In Health [☁️]🌟
(CEO!Husband!Henry Cavill x Reader)
: Y/n tells a white lie, which ticks Henry off, in the most caring way
➼ What About The Game? [☁️]
(Henry Cavill x Reader)
: Henry introduces Y/n to the world of rugby, not realising what he’s gotten himself into
➼ Dangerous Protection [☁️/slight🌧]
(Mafia Husband!Henry Cavill x Reader)
: Welcome to the life of Henry and Y/n Cavill, the most powerful couple in the whole of Europe and maybe even the world. Watch their romance bloom along with their son Charlie
➼ For Kal, Of Course [☁️]🌟
(Henry Cavill x Interviewer! Reader)
: Henry falls head over heels for someone, over his dog??
➼ Period Pains [☁️]
(Henry Cavill x Reader)
:Henry and Y/n clash on her period, but of course Henry always has something up his sleeve
➼ Brother Bear [☁️]
(Husband!Henry Cavill x Reader)
: Henry and Y/n adjust to their new life with their newborn baby boy
➼ Another One?! [☁️]🌟
(Henry Cavill x Reader)
: Henry is at the premier for The Witcher season 2 and he also took Kal with him, meaning Y/n's been left unsupervised
➼ It’s The Little Things [☁️]
(Henry Cavill x Reader)
: Henry Cavill realising Reader is the one when she does little things for him and Kal, showing that she truly loves and knows them
➼ Hospital Visits [☁️]
(Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader)
: Henry injures himself and there’s only one person he trusts enough to look after him
➼ A Proud Boyfriend [☁️/slight * ]🌟
(Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Flight Attendant!Reader)
: Henry and Y/n are on two different flights, although Y/n knows better than to question the fact that Henry always gets his way
➼ Big Bear Hug [☁️]
(Henry Cavill x Reader)
: When Y/n gets asked to look after her best friend’s dog, she gets a lot more than she bargained for
➼ The Worst Days [☁️/Slight🌧]
(Henry Cavill x Reader)
: Y/n can’t help but feel drained but Henry is there to be the master of distraction
➼ Beard Or No Beard? [☁️]
(Husband!Henry Cavill x Reader)
: reader is trying to brush and bath Kal, but he’s being a diva when it comes to the bath part and being playful. Later on, Henry asks her if she can help him shaving his beard, which at first, she doesn’t want to because she likes it, but he has to shave it.
➼ What's Your Emergency? [☁️/🌧]
(Fiance!Henry Cavill x 911 Dispatcher!Reader)
:Y/n has a challenging day at work and it all comes to blow, thankfully she has her own superman to come and save the day
➼ How Much Is Too Much [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader)
: Fans retell the best moments of what they see from Y/n and Henry's relationship
➼ Silly Me [☁️]🌟
(Henry Cavill x Singer!Reader)
:Innocent flirting between 2 stars + a cockblock James Corden =??
➼ Marvel VS DC [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Henry Cavill x MCU Actress! Reader)
:Fans Retell their favourite moments between Y/n and Henry VIA tweets
➼ All Worn Out [☁️*]🌟
(Husband!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)
: Movie night turns sauce ( not joking, might be the sauciest thing i’ve ever written)
➼ Henry Cavill Fatherhood Scenarios 🌟
(Dad!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)
=Not a series, just a compilation
Chapter 1
➼ Sign of Love [☁️]
(Henry Cavill x Deaf!Florist!Reader)
:Headcanon of you and Henry's relationship♥️ With a lot of flowers
➼ Handyman [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Henry x Pregnant!Reader)
: fans on social media are absolutely in love with Henry and Y/n's relationship, and can’t ignore the fact that the woman is stunningly glowing
➼ Doctor, Doctor [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Henry x Doctor!Reader)
: Fans retell their favourite moments from Henry and Dr. Y/n's wedding movie
➼ Baby Doctor [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Henry x Doctor!Reader)
: Fans retell the events of what’s going on in the Cavill fam, especially with two new arrivals, the twins Poppy and Lucy
➼ Video Star [*]🌟
(BF!Henry x Excamgirl!GF!Reader)
: After watching one of Y/n's old camgirl streams, a sense of dominance overpowers her boyfriend Henry
➼ Cavill Clan [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Henry x Primary Teacher!Reader)
: fans react to Henry's announcement that not only has he gotten married during lockdown, but there is a new addition to the Cavill Clan...a daughter
➼ Wedding Labour [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader)
: doctor reader goes into labor at her and Henry’s wedding? The twitter reaction format please?
➼ My Wife is fine, thanks [☁️/slight 🌧️]🌟
(Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader)
: Some friendly and not so friendly fans, react to Henry and the reader’s 10+ year age gap
➼ Strawberry Shortcake [☁️*]🌟
(Husband!Henry x Shy!Wife!Reader)
: henry cavill x shy! reader kitchen smut, pls! Apron + daddy + slap on the ass + cock sucking + gropping + size kinks
➼ Sleepy Snuggles [☁️*]🌟
(Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!Reader)
: Henry loves on his cockdrunk girlfriend all through the night, especially during Christmas season
➼ Sugar Sweet Thong [☁️*] 🌟
(Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)
: After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can’t keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)
➼ You’re Already So Sexy [☁️*] 🌟
(Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader)
: Henry has to uplift his woman after she has some major insecurities about herself and his pussy, but all she needs is him (Major Dom Henry)
➼ Quick, It’s BeReal [☁️*] 🌟
(Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!Reader)
: Henry where his BEREAL goes off during sex and their friends react; reader has hickies all over her chest and neck and tied up
➼ Mr. Clingy and Kal [☁️] 🌟
(BF!Henry Cavill x Shy!Oblivious!Actress!Reader)
: Fans retell the moments of Henry and Y/n L/n’s relationship despite her being quite the opposite of him. (major clingy Henry)
➼ Two For One [☁️/*]
(Husb!Henry Cavillx Wife!Reader xHusb!Michele Morrone)
: When Y/n ends up in a polyamorous relationship with both of the sexiest men, it only makes sense for her to enjoy herself
➼ My Little Love [☁️/*]
(Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Short!Reader)
: they're at his parents house because she's meeting his family and one of his relatives says something about their size difference which triggers Henry's size kink (Major Dom, Loving Henry)
➼ No Panties Indoors [☁️/*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader)
: Housewife Y/n can’t help but find her wild husband extremely sexy while he’s fixing another one of his projects (Major Dom possessive Henry)
➼ A Virgin’s Lesson [☁️*]
(Boyfriend!Dom!Henry x Virgin!Shy!Girlfriend!Reader)
: When Henry finds out his virgin girlfriend’s needs, and her fears, he takes it upon himself to teach her a finger or two(Dom Henry‼️)
➼ Kissies and Waxed [☁️*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Wife!Reader)
: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry)
➼ But That’s Mine Hen! [☁️*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Wife!Reader)
: Pouty Y/n gets jealous when her grump of a man is approached by a certain woman; she can't help but stomp her foot and whine, showing everyone that he's hers and vice versa (Dom!Henry)
➼ Expect the Unexpected Baby [🌧️☁️]
(Henry Cavill x Pregnant!Reader)
:Henry breaks up with Y/n, only to discover he’s left something of his behind, his baby. Does he try and reconcile? or Does he just accept the path he’s made?
➼ Sugar Sweet Tongue [☁️*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)
:Sweet little Y/n has caught the eye of the local lumberjack, and he gives her a lesson or two in tonguing and kisses
➼ Soldier Snuggles Butterfly [☁️*]
(pairing: Soldier!Henry Cavill x Shy!Wife!Reader)
: Henry comes home to his sweetheart, his butterfly, and she needs his touch to help her sensitive button get to sleep(Fluffy!Soft!Smut) (Emotional sex)
➼ More Kissies and Workouts [☁️*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)
: Sweet shy little Y/n joins her new older boyfriend for one of his workouts, but can she keep up?
➼ Sugar Plum Princess [☁️*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)
:Y/n feels a little under the weather after a snow day so Henry gives his sweet shy wife a taste of his special “medicine” (Major Dom Henry)
➼ One hot mama [☁️*]
(Mechanic!Henry Cavill X Single!mom!Reader)
:Henry becomes a daddy when a special woman enters his life, and his garage... and his home (DILF Henry) (Emotional!Henry)
➼ Baby Subway [☁️]
(Husband!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!Reader)
:Henry has to order for his shy pregnant wife when she wants a sandwich and he just has a cuteness explosion over her, and so do some fans (DILF Henry)
➼ Barefoot and Pregnant [☁️*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)
: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a 'hall pass' because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)
➼ Pregnancy on the Brain [☁️*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)
: Now that Henry's successfully knocked up his precious darling wife, he has to keep an extra eye on her and their little miracle (Dom!Henry) (Emotional loving)
➼ Sugar Bun Cuddles [☁️*]
(Lumberjack!Husband!Henry x short!Shy!Reader)
: while on her period Henry has to put up with a little more attitude than normal, whilst also cuddling his precious sweet girl, and making sure she's taken care ot, and baby Marly (Sweet!Henry) (Brat!Reader)
➼ Daddy’s Princess Fairy [☁️]
(Husband!Dad!Sy X Wife!Mom!Reader)
: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and he’s desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wife’s panties (Dilf Sy)
➼ Sy, I am Backup [☁️]
(Captain!Sy x Girlfriend!Sniper!Reader)
: Reader is like a total badass super deadly sniper and she leads like a badass group of women who are also deadly soldiers. Anyways the ladies are called in to help rescue Sy and his team?
#romance#henry cavill#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill fanfiction#henry cavill oneshot#masterlist
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9-1-1 Lone Star Platonic Pairings Event
Hello! @bonheur-cafe & I are excited to kick off the 9-1-1 Lone Star Platonic Pairings Event! What better time than the month of love to celebrate the friendships of the 126 and beyond.
We invite everyone who would like to participate to create something lovely in celebration of the beautiful friendships on this show! Any medium is welcomed; fanfic, fan art, gifsets, metas etc. Any and all pairings are welcome, you can feature a canon-established friendship or you can explore a pairing that hasn’t had much screen time but you’d like to see teamed up. Your work can include a couple + friend, two couples, no couples… whatever you wanna do as long as the focus is on the friendships.
This event will go from February 1st - March 31st, however folks can keep creating for as long as they would like. We’d love to see some platonic love around Valentine’s Day 🥰
Please use the tag #911 Lone Star Platonic Pairings when posting your work to ao3 and/or tumblr and we will reblog. We will share a master list of all the art created for the event in April.
We’ve provided a list of prompts below the cut for inspiration. Please feel free to use any of the prompts, solo or a combination, or none of the prompts. We can’t wait to see what you create!
Dialogue
“I missed you”
“I feel like I’ve known you forever”
"You’re more than just a friend. We're family."
“Can you please pick me up?” “I'll be there in 10.” (could be fluff or angst)
"So... I met someone." "I'm sorry, WHAT."
Scenarios
Something just between friends (i.e. secret handshake, inside jokes, secrets etc.)
Roommates AU
Meeting each other’s parents
Camping trip
Double date!
Romantic date? No! Best friend date
Wearing each other’s clothes
The gang goes on a vacation or some kind of trip and somebody gets lost
Doing each other’s hair / Getting their hair done
Saving the other during a call / Working together on a call
An incident at a call causes a fight and the rest of the gang has to intervene
Competitive streak, maybe a bet on who can make the most saves in a shift
Red vs blue
TK & Mateo go to get tattoos together
Trying a new game or bringing someone new to Catan game night
Trying a new board game @ Catan night / Inviting new people to Catan night
Road trip to watch Marjan’s roller derby team in Houston or Dallas
Group text thread gone awry
Besties in a fight
Friend A has to bail Friend B outta jail
Friend A is suspicious of a new coworker and Friend B is the only one who believes them
Recovering together after an incident
Working through/processing a big canon event together
Dadptain Owen
Momtain Tommy
Big brother Judd
Learning to love Lou Two
Friend A has to call Friend B to come help them out of an awkward position / Catching each other in a compromising position
We're having our monthly friend meet up and you can tell I have something big to tell you, but you're waiting for me to bring it up.
No one gives a shovel talk like a friend
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WIP Wednesday
tagged by @tizniz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @bidisasterbuckdiaz @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @wildlife4life @carlos-in-glasses @loveyouanyway @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @rainbow-nerdss
this wip is inspired by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels' threesome fic, Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine), specifically chapter four so...thank them?
The thing is Eddie doesn’t know what he wants until it’s right in front of him.
Usually someone will make a stray comment or joke and it’s like Eddie is punched in the face with divine intervention. Suddenly that one comment is all he can think about for days or weeks and it’s all he can do to either take charge of that idea and make it his own or lock it up in a box and try to forget about it.
One of those comments happens one of the times he goes to hang out with Tommy.
It’s months after Tommy and Buck break up and soon after Eddie and Buck get together. Who knew that finding out your best friend is bisexual would be the turning point in finding out that you're gay and in love with said best friend? Luckily things with Tommy and Buck ended amicably with Tommy even joking he knew there was something going on between the two of them. “I just wondered if you two would’ve figured it out at some point.”
But now Eddie gets to enjoy Buck’s kisses and the fact that Tommy once enjoyed those same kisses somehow doesn’t bother him. Eddie still hangs out with Tommy and flies with him to Vegas to go see fights and works on cars in their spare times. Buck even comes to their basketball games sometimes to cheer them on. And it’s not like Buck dropped Tommy completely either, he still takes flying lessons from Tommy – just in a platonic way than a romantic one like before.
Except one day while Eddie was leaving for another trip with Tommy, Buck made a comment. And it’s a joke, Eddie knows it was. He always knows when Buck is joking. He just can’t get this joke out of his head.
“Alright, fine. You have fun with your sugar daddy while I’m left to do all the chores around here. I see how it is.”
Eddie can feel his face get hot – the same heat that graces his features whenever Buck says, “Fuck, you just can’t get enough of that cock, now can you?” when Eddie’s on his knees for Buck. And Eddie knows it’s not sexual. However he can’t help but imagine scenarios where that could happen. Tommy takes him out and as a thank you he gets on his knees for him, Buck guiding him along because he still can’t get the hang of deepthroating.
He should’ve known that Buck took notice by the way Eddie’d stammered out a goodbye that he wouldn’t let that go.
tagging @911-on-abc @eddiebabygirldiaz @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @pirrusstuff @your-catfish-friend @liminalmemories21 @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @aroeddiediaz @kitteneddiediaz @diazsdimples @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck @cultofsappho @spotsandsocks @saybiwithme @fortheloveofbuddie @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut
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there's 2 fun facts you can infer about AITSF and AINI that isn't spoken about in game if you know enough about japan (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AITSF)
1. mayumi started her diner likely in the 1980's, before an economic crash happened
when you first meet her (iirc), one of the things she says about her diner is that it was opened 30 years ago, and quote,
this line seems weird if you know nothing about it, but there was a major economic crash in the 1990s that still has lingering effects to this day.
in short, the banks were so over leveraged into the stratosphere that loan interests were crazy low, and everyone was wealthy and partying until the bubble popped. when it did, it was catastrophic, resulting in the 1990s being known as 'the lost decade'. new graduates couldnt find jobs and people struggled a lot. corporations suddenly stopped hiring fresh graduates. the perception of the 'safe salaryman life' began to see its death in this decade, it was painful.
anyway, mayumi pulling through this era really does mean the diner was doing GOOD. like, CRAZY GOOD.
spoilers: and this also means date was likely part of the lost decade. born 1977, it would've been 1995 when he reached 18. he would've graduated into a landscape of poor job opportunities, so being a civil servant (a cop) would've been a safe choice aside from his own possible motivations at the time.
speaking of.
2. date's car is stupid expensive. like, stupid, fucking, shouldn't-even-be-driven expensive. (potentially over 3k usd every 2 years minimum*)
so. in japan, cars are allowed to be on the road after passing an inspection. 車検 shaken, as it is commonly called, occurs every 2 to 3 years depending on the type of car it is. since the Ford Falcon is a common car, it would have to be inspected every 2 years.
all this system is in place to ensure the integrity of the car. in another way, shaken incentivizes people to renew their old cars for newer, more efficient models. the avg lifespan of a car in japan seems to be 12 years, and also, most people living in tokyo actually don't own a personal vehicle.
now, due to how shaken works, it would cost between ¥100,000 (US$747 rn) and ¥200,000 (US$1495) to renew... for newer cars. for older cars, it's more. plus, each time a car inspection fails, it'll cost even more time and money to get that shaken approved.
i've found someone claiming that driving a 1992 Porsche 911 964 RS meant paying ¥400,000 (US$2990 rn). (link) (EDIT: this was written in 2014)
now, best case scenario for Date's car being a '89, his shaken would cost maybe slightly more than ¥400,000 (US$ 2990 at time of writing) every 2 years. also again, this does not take into effect whether his car would actually fail inspection and require a fix or replacement to its parts, leading to even more costs. so yeah, potentially far more than ¥400,000.
but! one thing about his car is that it seems to be modified, seeing as how a certain someone's (plural) vehicle in AINI is also modified. it's probably safe to assume that there's some degree of tinkering going on under ABIS'/MPD rules bending.
so, this means date's vehicle is either bleeding him dry, or is being paid with taxpayer's money, or shaken isn't a thing in uchikoshi's mind. i'd like to believe in the former, because this means date has
been blowing ¥400,000 every 2 years on his stupid fucking car
been blowing ¥¥¥ on cabaret club
blew ¥1,000,000 (US$7,473 rn) on his stupid fucking audio system
his mountain of porno mags???
feel free to draw your own conclusions about the economy of AITSF, the pay of ABIS agents, and his residence:
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gabi's 200 darlings! (summer's version)
202 of my beautiful people here. You have no idea. This blog started as my little digital diary, where I could talk about my thoughts and interests. Then writing started, and I met so so many beautiful people here. I love you all so much! Let's enjoy summer 🌺
this celebration is now closed! from june 20 to july 7!
before we start the season...
This event is open to everyone!! Moots, followers, strangers, lovers, friends, anons... You're all welcome!
Only one event per ask please! But the number of asks you can send in is how many you want :)
Some events are for moots only, so please respect that!
Lastly, before we begin, go drink some water, eat and take your medicine if you have to. I love you <3
music's playing - give me literally anything you can think of, and i'll give you three songs for that! based on whatever you want; books, artists, poems, characters, tropes, songs...
golden days - you can tell me whatever you want to tell me! share some memories with me, and i'll share some with you. for this event, you can tell me to post it privately if you don't want others to see it <3
souls of sunshine (moots only!) - send me some things that remind you of me and I'll do the same for you!
ice coffee - send me your character and any scenario/au you can think of and I'll make a little moodboard :)
summer lovin' (moots only!) - send me anything you want, pic, song, quote... in return, you'll get three items from my wishlist which i think would fit you!
the golden hour - send me a character and scenario/au and I'll write a little drabble for you!
endless blues - games! cym, fmk, would you rather...
fandoms: harry potter (both eras), grishaverse, 911, friends, dr. house, his dark materials, formula one, the hunger games, top gun/top gun maverick, nhl, little women, pride and prejudice, lord of the rings... look you just send me whatever you want; if I know the fandom I'll do it!
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Thank you so much to my mutuals. I seriously love you all so so much. You have no idea. You're why this blog is so comforting. I probably forgot to tag some of you; I'm so sorry just let me know! I love you all my darlings <3
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#gabi's 200 darlings!#200 celebration <3#harry potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#nikolai lantsov x reader#kaz brekker x reader#eddie diaz x reader#evan buckley x reader#charles leclerc x reader#lewis hamilton x reader#peeta mellark x reader#finnick odair x reader#bradley bradsaw x reader#jake seresin x reader#jack hughes x reader#jamie drysdale x reader#laurie x reader#legolas x reader
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Girls and their rides
So back when 2.1 dropped, I decided to get all the new vehicles and clothes that have been added in the game since Phantom Liberty. While grinding vehicle contracts and races, I was wondering what rides would fit my OCs the best. Now that I managed to get everything, here are the answers!
Crystal - ARCH Nazaré "Racer"
Crystal, my main girl and my OC of choice for beating both Cyberpunk 2077 and its DLC, ironically caused me the most trouble! Up until now, she canonically used a red Shion Mizutani Targa that I managed to find in the wild almost a year ago. The issue was that in case I wanted to use it, I'd have to find it again or spawn it on my PC. Since I mostly play Cyberpunk on my Xbox, that wasn't an ideal scenario.
For a brief moment I was considering giving her a brand new Herrera Riptide "Terrier" - a car I could actually spawn on demand. But seems too impractical for her. She loves cars but I don't see her driving a hypercar. She wants something cool, powerful, but not that high-maintenance.
Then I saw this cool new bike, fell in love with its looks and colors, and remembered that I wrote my dislike for bikes in this game in Crystal's lore! Instead of rewriting it I decided that Elegy, her gf who rides a Kusanagi, made her get used to them, start enjoying their looks, and taught her to ride them - which fits the 2.1 bike handling improvements perfectly!
EV - Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet (930)
Now, I was thinking about giving EV either one of new muscle cars or Mizutani Hozuki "Hoseki". You might actually see some pics of her with these cars in the future (with Hoseki being her first car for example), but eventually I settled on giving her a 911. It fits her looks and personality, and she's my canon V, so a Samurai-themed car is a good choice.
Originally she was supposed to be driving a 911 you get in Chippin' In, but my s/o managed to convince me to get a cabrio! I like its color scheme more than the original one!
Thalia - Villefort Deleon "Vindicator"
Sully was by far the easiest! While at first I had no idea what would really fit her, after I bought that Vindicator and examined it thoroughly, it was the only choice for her. It looks vintage, maybe a bit classy, but with a sport touch.
There's a lore reason for how she got it too! I didn't really have time or strength to explain how she survived her alleged death and ended up arriving in NC yet. Other than reuniting with Crystal, she needs her and Elegy to help her with a special task. The person that drove her near NC, left her that car as a gift and something to aid her in her journey. She might or might not have modified it for that custom look, but I didn't decide on that yet.
#cyberpunk 2077#phantom liberty#fem v#oc: crystal hartley#oc: EV#oc: thalia sullivan#vanilla photo mode#screen.qd#text.qd
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Mr. Ferguson
I think the whole street breathed a sigh of relief when we saw the EMTs take a body bag out of the Ferguson house. I was only about ten or eleven at the time and it’s been a while so some details of my childhood are lost to time, but I can’t forget Mr. Ferguson.
There was never a Mrs. Ferguson in the picture, as far as I know. He lived in the house on the corner, the one with the bright yellow shutters and the gorgeous garden out back. The garden didn’t make up for the rotten old bastard he was. I wondered once if he was nicer when he was younger, when he didn’t have to walk with a cane and could actually get around without help, but my dad set me straight on that one. Mr. Ferguson had always been a terrible person and the neighbor from hell.
All day long, Mr. Ferguson would sit on his front porch in his rocking hair, grasping onto his black cane as he stared out on the street. If someone walking their dog even got close to his yard, he’d start spewing threats about what he’d do if the dog took a shit on his lawn. If a kid put even a toe on his property, he’d get up from that chair and start shouting more terrible things. I learned my first cuss words from Mr. Ferguson, he didn’t censor his language even among the smallest of ears. And he wasn’t all talk. One of my friend’s dogs wandered into the Ferguson yard, just sniffing around as beagles do, and Mr. Ferguson beat that dog bloody. The poor thing had anxiety for the rest of its life and if you so much as passed the Ferguson house with it the dog would lose its mind.
Other than him, our neighborhood was a friendly place. Summers were full of cook outs and pool parties, winters had Secret Santa gift exchanges and someone was always willing to help shovel out your driveway. You’d never be hard pressed to find a babysitter on short notice, odds are your friend had a teenage daughter willing to make a few bucks to make sure the kids were on bed in time.
But not Mr. Ferguson. People did try to bring him in on the fun sometimes. He’d scoff and tell them to leave him alone in no uncertain terms. Mom said he just wanted to be miserable. I didn’t understand how someone could want that and well, I still don’t.
One hot summer morning though, his caretaker came in to do a check and found him in his garden, dead as a door nail. Probably a stroke or a heart attack.
My mom made us go to the funeral. I don’t know why, she probably hated Mr. Ferguson the most and we were like one of five people that went. One of those people was the priest. At least it was short, the priest just said a few words about how we should treasure our lives and be good to others and then Mr. Ferguson was chucked into the ground.
That was that… or so I thought.
The accidents started happening just a week later.
I was at my friend Michael’s house, we were playing board games when we heard the crash. It was so loud it shook the house and Michael dropped his soda. Root beer spilled onto the carpet as we tried to figure out what that sound was for a second.
Then we heard his dad screaming bloody murder.
Forgetting completely about the spilled soda, we ran out to the garage where he’d been working on changing the oil in the car.
Michael’s dad was pinned by the car against the garage door, face white as a sheet as his head lolled to the side. I saw blood splattered against the off gray color of the metal and I puked while Michael ran inside to call 911.
It was luck that he survived. He never walked again and health issues plagued him for the rest of his life, but for a guy crushed by a car that’s probably best case scenario.
It was an accident, sure, but a weird one. The car just suddenly launched forward as Michael’s dad stood in front of it. But there was no one in the garage with him. So yeah. It was just an accident.
But accidents started happening more and more often.
The next one was at the final pool party of the season. We were all at the Benson house because they’d just gotten a brand new hot tub. There was probably like twelve kids running around, the sun was shining, the barbecue was sizzling. I had just gotten out of the pool to grab a lemonade and was chatting with Annie when I heard the pop.
Mrs. Benson and her friends had been relaxing in the hot tub, making jokes and laughing until the pop. Their bodies suddenly went rigid before they began rapidly jerking about and twitching. Mr. Benson shouted if she was all right and I heard this gurgled yell before Mrs. Benson went under.
The kids stampeded out of the pool and I smelled something burning before I realized that the hot tub was on fire.
Mrs. Benson and her sister ended up dying on the way to the hospital. The other woman ended up surviving but not without some serious electrical burns. Electrocution via hot tub. Just an accident. But there was one more accident we all missed until we returned to the pool to see a little body floating at the top. Three year old Maggie had fallen in during the chaos and drowned.
Mr. Benson moved away after that. Losing both his wife and youngest child in that house just killed something inside of him. But after he moved away, we all saw it happen.
His backyard became overgrown by plants. Not over a few weeks, like what happens when a house is uninhabited and there’s no one to mow the lawn. The very day after they’d left that house the backyard was now filled with dandelions, daffodils, lilies. and all sorts of flowers that shouldn’t naturally appear in the late summer.
It was like a garden.
Accidents happen, sure. But not like this. Not when a guy who’s been working home improvement his entire life ends up toppling from a ladder and breaking his spine. Not when a mom trips and falls face first into the open dishwasher and ends up getting impaled on a knife. Not when a toddler was left alone for just a few seconds and ends up nearly drowning in the bathtub.
Dogs ran into the road and ended up getting hit by cars. Kids fell from their bunk beds and cracked their heads like eggshells on their dressers. Teenagers got into fatal car wrecks. It was a mess.
Two other families ended up leaving our neighborhood and their yards had the same fate as the Benson’s- completely grown over. A morbid beauty.
Fall came and the yards grew brown but the gardens seemed to be even greener. The whispers started about a ghost. A ghost that was such a miserable old bastard in life and was now a nasty poltergeist in death.
Mr. Ferguson had never left our neighborhood.
It all came to a head when a tree was struck by lightning and a large tree limb crashed into our living room. I’d just tripped while picking up my things and suddenly the roof caved in above me. I was lucky I was on the ground. If I’d been standing, well, I’d probably not be telling you this story.
Two nights later my mom woke me up. She looked grim.
“Come on. We’re going to see Mr. Ferguson.”
When we walked out of the house, I saw everyone on our street was out. Everyone had this same grim look on their face. The deaths, the mutilation, it’d forever tarnished our street and we’d all had enough. We walked down the street, I saw several guys walk into Mr. Ferguson’s house with mallets and chainsaws, but we kept going with a few of the others. I saw that several of the adults were carrying shovels and containers of lighter fluid.
We walked into the graveyard and my mom led them right to Mr. Ferguson’s grave. She took a deep breath.
“… Start digging.”
It was the frantic endeavors of people who believed they were cursed. Dirt flew in the air and nearly pelted me in the head a few times. I hid behind my mom, who just stood there stone faced.
Even now the accidents weren’t over. A man tripped in the hole and his leg snapped like a twig. He wailed as he was dragged away by a few others before they got right back to digging. Someone else got smacked the face with a shovel and blood coursed down his face from his nose as he just kept on digging.
Finally the coffin was reached, the lid cracked open. Mr. Ferguson’s body laid inside. He didn’t even look dead, it was like he was just taking a nap.
Then they started pouring the lighter fluid in. It covered the corpse’s skin, his clothes. They probably added more than necessary. My mom struck the match and threw it in, shielding me from the sudden burst of flames.
I didn’t get to see the body, but I swore I heard that old man’s yelling as his body burned.
It was over after all that. The gardens were all dead by morning. The accidents stopped. And although we’d lost so many of our friends over the past year, we recovered. New neighbors moved in. We welcomed them into our fold. One or two asked about the property on the corner, the one that looked like a tornado hit it, and we’d just say it was vandals. They stopped asking. We never talked about what we did to Mr. Ferguson’s body. And soon we just stopped thinking about it.
I grew up on that street. Even now I only live a few blocks away. And for so long I wondered why our family was practically the only one untouched by the tragedy. We never got hurt, even when the tree branch came crashing into our living room.
I think I found out the answer. See, my mom passed away a few months ago from breast cancer and I’ve been going through her things. She’s always been such a good, kind woman and it was great seeing pictures of her helping plant the garden behind the church and teaching at the local school.
But in the bottom of the box, hidden under dozens of other albums, was a picture from when she married my dad. Unlike the family picture with the groom, all it was was my mom and an older man. I didn’t recognize him until I flipped the picture over.
On the back was written ‘Pauline Walters (P. Ferguson) and The Father of the Bride.’
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911 (Fox) Birthday Scenario Game
- This includes characters from 911 Lone Star - though it is not on my fandoms list I have seen some of it, and I may write for it if I like the scenario prompt and/or character -
(Link to Scenario Games Masterlist)
Rules/What you do: Just match the month/day/letter to yourself and you got yourself a cute little scenario to imagine lol. And you can also leave in the tags or comments, what your scenario is :)
A/N: I also take these scenarios as writing requests as well (only when requests are open obviously)
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Your Birth Month:
January: Evan Buckley // Michelle Blake
February: Judson Ryder // Nancy Gillian
March: Owen Strand // Marjan Marwani
April: Eddie Diaz // Maddie Buckley
May: Ravi Pannikar // Ana Flores
June: Lou Ransone // Athena Grant
July: Mateo Chaves // Tommy Vega
August: Chimney Han // Lena Bosko
September: Bobby Nash // Henrietta Wilson
October: Albert Han // Taylor Kelly
November: Your Choice
December: Paul Strickland // Abby Clark
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Your Birth Date:
1: Takes you to a fancy dinner...
2: Brings you flowers...
3: Takes you on a picnic...
4: Asks you on a date...
5: Surprises you with food...
6: Brings you breakfast...
7: Takes you to an arcade...
8: Gives you a token of their affection...
9: Brings you your favorite candy/snacks...
10: Writes you a (anonymous) love letter...
11: Asks you to move in with them...
12: Gives you random presents throughout the day...
13: Surprises you with a cat/dog...
14: Makes you dinner...
15: Dances with you...
16: Takes you on a surprise trip...
17: Leaves you (anonymous) notes...
18: Surprises you with random kisses (lips/hand/cheek,etc)...
19: Takes you star/cloud gazing...
20: Builds you a pillow fort...
21: Takes you to an aquarium (and/or museum)...
22: Gives you a bear hug...
23: Takes you to a festival/fair...
24: Sets up a romantic date night...
25: Surprises you with your favorite food...
26: Takes you to the (drive-in) movies...
27: Proposes to you...
28: Makes you breakfast in bed...
29: Suddenly kisses you...
30: Brings you hand picked flowers...
31: Takes you on a surprise date...
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First Letter of Your Name (Or Username):
A-D: Because it is your birthday.
E-H: Because it is your anniversary.
I-L: To cheer you up (Or 'to apologize')
M-P: Just to make you smile.
Q-U: Because they are in love with you.
V-Z: Because they want to confess.
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*words in (parentheses) are alternate options/additions.
I apologize if your combo/match up does not make sense, it is hard to make sure that every single combination does.
xx
*Please consider reblogging or tagging your friends/mutuals to share this around.
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo, @onuen, @witchygagirl
911 Taglist: @spuffyfan394, @webreathfandoms, @locke-writes
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The first call in Killer Frequency is from the police, letting you know about the situation.
If you mess it up, the Whistling Man will slit the throat of the unconscious deputy, leaving the sole surviving officer to flee the scene in a patrol car (due to the Whistling Man bombing her own vehicle) so she can go to the next town over for back-up.
There's a running gag where a local pizza place keeps calling in to advertise their business, and their first call has them ACKNOWLEDGE the events that lead to your radio station filling in for 911.
It's ENTIRELY possible to get a woman to electrocute herself to death as the Whistling Man watches on in confusion.
You start the game playing as the Whistling Man's first victim before he begins his rampage.
During the credits, you can look away from the credits to see a wall covered in pictures of all the people you could've saved, with red x's covering the pictures of the people who died.
There's an achievement for getting everyone killed, as well as one for saving everyone.
It's set in 1987, but a bunch of people have cellphones because that allows for more interesting gameplay scenarios.
oh dope
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Bold all that applies to you:
Tagged by: @forthewolves @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @heartbeatdiaz @eddiediaztho
APPEARANCE: i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (if i can afford it) // i can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friends i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distancerelationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend// i met up with someone i have met online
AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen tomusic to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season
MISCELLANEOUS: i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend// i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities //i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs
Tagging: @your-catfish-friend @wildlife4life @bekkachaos @911-on-abc @hannah-ruth-990 @exhuastedpigeon @alyxmastershipper @prince-buck-diaz @911onabc @hippolotamus @buddierights @shitouttabuck
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💞⚾ Noxy’s Tarlos Baseball Fic ⚾💞
Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3
Chapter: 1/2 | Word Count: 5390 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: baseball, valentine's day, different first meeting, meet-cute, running into each other, coffee shops, farmers market, night clubs, hook-up, baseball player TK, baseball player Carlos, rivals, Red vs Blue (but not the episode), banter, sexual innuendos, flirting, teasing, basically Tarlos uses the baseball game as foreplay, and they don't hide it, implied sexual content, but TK has a dirty mind so the rating is explicit, making out, strangers to lovers, love at first sight | Art made by me
Summary:
The moment he spots him, he freezes. For just a tiny second, he wonders if all his thoughts of Carlos have summoned him.
And then he takes in the man as a whole, attire and all – and his mind goes blank.
Because Carlos is wearing a jersey as well.
And it’s blue.
Carlos is wearing the blue jersey… of APD.
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Meet cutes are only meant for rom coms, right? So why is it that TK has a total of four of them with the same stranger in just one day? Besides, Valentine’s weekend is certainly not the right time for him to have his head in cloud nine – not when the annual Baseball game between Fire and Police is on the line. Apparently, Police hasn't lost in years thanks to their pitcher. But now Fire has TK on their team – a paramedic who had a chance to play in the major leagues...
This fic is finished, chapter two will be posted tomorrow.
The biggest, biggest thanks goes out to the amazing @lightningboltreader and @bonheur-cafe. These two spent the past few weeks explaining an American game that seems to have no rules to a European who had zero knowledge about it - and they did it in a way that said European was able to write a fic about it. I bow to you two! They also helped plot out every step of the game - Char, Dalawa, this fic truly wouldn't exist without your help, and for once, that's not just a phrase 😂
💞⚾ Read Chapter 1 on ao3 ⚾💞
Sneak peek under the cut:
TK knows better than to check his phone while walking. He actually has been dispatched to scenarios in which walking while looking at the phone had ended in tragedy in one way or another. So clearly, he should know better.
But that doesn’t stop him from answering Nancy’s text while he’s in the middle of the supermarket, walking along the cereal aisle. The moment he hits send, he’s reminded just why it is so bad to not look where you’re going.
The only thing he really registers is that he smacks into something solid, losing the grip on the few groceries wedged into his arm – because who needs a shopping cart or basket, right? Apparently, he does because right away, everything tumbles to the floor; the oranges roll away and for a split second, his heart stops when he fears the jar of honey will break, but it lands on the jug of milk first so the fall is softened, thankfully. The only thing he can catch is his phone – thank God – and with his heart pounding, an apology on his lips, he looks up.
Only to lose his breath again.
He’s staring into the warmest, softest brown eyes he has ever seen and while that should be a completely boring color for eyes, it certainly isn’t on this man. Those eyes are eyes he could stare into for days and still not get tired. And that isn’t even acknowledging the rest of this perfect face.
“I’m really sorry, are you alright?”
It takes TK a second to realize that the man just spoke – holy hell, what a voice – and he has to shake himself to get his head back online.
“No no, that was all my fault, I’m the one who’s sorry,” TK hastens to apologize before quickly kneeling down to pick up his stuff. The handsome stranger follows, crouching down to help with the oranges while TK starts rambling. “I was checking my phone. I know that’s something you shouldn’t do but my partner just messaged me and she sometimes gets impatient when it takes me too long to reply and I don’t want her to worry. She’s worried about me enough already and–” He looks up to see the man holding out another orange to him, a soft grin on his face. “Aaand I should stop talking. I’m sorry,” he adds one last time as he takes the last orange and stands back up.
Once again, the handsome man follows and for a second they stand and look at each other, frozen in the moment. Until TK remembers his manners.
“Are you okay? I ran right into you.”
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Also, all of my groceries are safely in a cart,” he adds with a little grin, definitely teasing TK, who huffs out a laugh.
“I only have a few things, no need to bother with a cart.”
“If you say so.”
TK wants to reply – wants to stay and spend hours talking and teasing with this man – but right then, his phone pings with a new message. His eyes fall to the screen.
“Well, uhm, sorry again for crashing into you,” he says with a little smile. “I need to get going.”
“Careful though. No need to run into someone else.”
For a wild second, TK wonders if the man means this in a flirty way. For an even wilder second, he wonders if he should just take a leap of faith and ask for the man’s number – but then he remembers that he’s living in Texas now – has been for over a year, in fact – and that in this place, he can’t just hit on random strangers even when his gaydar tries to convince him it would be okay. The risk of hitting on someone who will take it the wrong way is just too high. So, accepting defeat and the fact that he can’t just ask a random stranger for his number because it would sound weird and crazy and be potentially risky, TK simply smiles and nods.
“I’ll try my best.”
The whole long way down the cereal aisle, TK forces himself not to look back, not even once, not even when his senses try to convince him that someone’s staring at his back the entire time.
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Written for the @tarlosweeklyprompts Valentine's Fic Exchange and my giftee @sugdenlovesdingle.
The prompt was: TK and Carlos meeting via the police vs fire baseball game when they’re on opposing teams (bonus points for a grey’s anatomy-like thing where they hook up the night before without knowing who the other is and then seeing them at the game).
Dear SugdenLovesDingle, I'm really sorry you get your gift this late, Corona stole a whole month from me... I really hope the story will make up for the wait 💖 I loved your prompt so, so much! I've always wanted to write a coda for Red vs Blue - but this is even better. I'm a sucker for alternative first meetings, so this was just brilliant! I hope you like the little twist I put on your bonus points prompt - I just couldn't decide on the meet cute I wanted for them, so... I gave them all 😂
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Jealousy Complex
(Read it here or on AO3 /2310 words)
This story was born when a tumblr post posed the question after after Hero Complex had aired;
Imagine if it had been Eddie and Buck and not Hen and Chim caught up in Jonah's madness?
It got me thinking about the subtle differences that might occur between the two scenarios and I just had to have a shot at writing it. Please be gentle, this is my first attempt at a 911 fic.
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“You don’t have to do this Jonah…please…I’m begging, just let him go.”
Eddie’s voice hitched around the lump that had lodged in his throat. He was tied to a chair with ropes so tight he’d lost feeling in his hands and feet, but he didn’t give a fuck about himself. It was Buck, laying comatose on a table just an arm’s length away, cardiac electrodes dotted across his bare chest and an intravenous drip in the back of his hand pumping him full of a powerful sedative, that was turning him into a teary, snotty-nosed, emotional wreck.
Jonah Greenway, a capable paramedic with a sadistic disposition and a nasty jealous streak, stood by the table.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet Diaz? Firefighter Buckley is here to serve a purpose and once he’s done that, of course I will let him go.”
It was more than Eddie could take. The steady beep of the heart monitor with its regular peaks and troughs was the only thing keeping him partway sane at this point, a blunt reminder that Buck’s coding heart had just been shocked back into life, but it seemed the highly trained madman wasn’t finished his sick game just yet, meaning Buck’s life still hung in the balance.
The jingle of a notification alert was loud in the space and had Jonah scrambling to retrieve his phone from his back pocket.
While Jonah was distracted, Eddie kept his eyes on Buck, flashes of memory crowding through his head; of Buck and how seamlessly he had fit into his and Christopher’s lives, from saving Christopher in a tsunami and always being there for his son when Eddie couldn’t, to his love and support through Eddie’s PTSD and every nurturing act of kindness in between. It seemed everything good in his life was connected to Buck and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, not now, not ever and especially not like this.
Eddie flinched when Jonah clapped his hands, snapping him back from his thoughts.
“Stop daydreaming Diaz, I don’t want you missing a thing.” Jonah sniggered, as he walked his fingertips up over the broad expanse of Buck’s bare chest, brushing a thumb over his nipples, smiling as they peaked up for him. He leant over to whisper words Eddie couldn’t quite hear into Buck’s ear as he moved his hands to stroke and caress the lax face like a lover would do.
“Jealous yet?” Jonah asked, not bothering to look up as his hands slid down to wrap gently around Buck’s throat.
Eddie felt sick. Was this all on him for rejecting a maniac’s advances, advances he couldn’t even remember the man making? He barely knew Jonah; it didn’t make sense.
Jonah’s fingers tightened, the seductive caresses turning murderous, squeezing Buck’s airway with a bruising grip powerful enough to asphyxiate him within minutes.
“Stop it Jonah! You’re killing him!” Eddie yelled, as he rocked hysterically back and forth on the chair legs, fighting against the ropes with every fiber of his being.
“Funny, isn’t it?” Jonah said, ignoring Eddie’s attempts to escape. “With all these muscles and the strength of an Adonis, he’s just putty in my hands. You know I would have been putty in yours if you’d have let me.”
I’m going to kill you, Eddie vowed, still struggling to free himself.
It took less than a minute without oxygen for Buck’s lips to start turning an ominous shade and for the monitor to register an irregular heartbeat, but it seemed Jonah didn’t want his power game to end just yet, because at that critical moment he stopped choking Buck and ruffled his hair in a parody of affection before turning his attention to the crash cart behind him.
“Well, that was a bit of fun,” Jonah chuckled, his back to Eddie.
It wasn’t until Buck’s lips regained their natural color and his heart rate improved that Eddie slumped, exhausted and lightheaded, his own heart thudding loudly in his ears.
The bastard was just toying with them for now but Eddie knew how this ended. Jonah might be out of his mind but he wasn’t stupid enough to leave witnesses behind. Eddie’s thoughts turned back to Chris, devastated his son was going to grow up without either his dad or Buck by his side, a cruel blow considering he had made provision in his will for Buck to raise Chris if he couldn’t.
Movement from the table caught Eddie’s attention and his hopes lifted when Buck’s head rolled to the side, facing him. Buck groaned and his eyes fluttered but he didn’t surface again.
“Looks like your boy is fighting the propofol but it won’t do him any good,” Jonah said as he turned back from the trolley with a fresh syringe in his hand.
Eddie started praying.
Jonah flicked the cap off the syringe and held the clear tube up to the light as if admiring its contents before lining the tip of the needle up with the cannula in the back of Buck’s hand.
“No, no, no, for the love of God,” Eddie begged. “We can work this out, there’s no reason...”
“Too late for a change of heart now,” Jonah said cutting him off sharply. “It’s ironic really, you have a Silver Star, you spend your days playing hero and saving lives, yet it was me who saved lover boy here without even a hint of gratitude from you. I’m usually a compassionate man Diaz, but my sympathy for Buckley seems to have expired. Sorry, not sorry,” Jonah said, snorting a laugh.
Eddie’s face crumpled.
… tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone so if you love her, tell her.
The words of wisdom he had once shared with Chim now mocked him. Why hadn’t he taken his own damn advice?
In a last ditched effort, Eddie changed tactics. Pleading hadn’t worked but goading the bastard just might. If nothing else, it would draw Jonah’s attention away from Buck and onto himself. He had nothing to lose.
Eddie cleared his throat and unleashed his barely controlled rage. “Jonah, you gutless prick, let’s have this out right now. You and me, man to man, or don’t you have the balls? Untie me, I fucking dare you to!”
Eddie tipped his head in Bucks direction. “This has nothing to do with him and everything to do with your own pathetic insecurities.”
He knew he had hit a nerve when Jonah’s expression hardened, and his voice lifted an octave.
“Buckley has everything to do with you denying me, which makes this is the perfect retribution.” Jonah rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck before continuing in a calm, almost cheerful tone. “Besides, I’m having a good time. I get to practice my resus skills and I get to see you squirm, so it’s a win, win.”
The smirk on Jonah’s lips widened as he pressed the point of the needle into the cannula and depressed the plunger without hesitation.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Eddie ground out through his clenched teeth, straining against his bindings until the flagging beeps from the monitor attached to Buck, morphed into a solid monotone sound.
Eddie sagged, his chin falling onto his chest utterly defeated, his mutinous sobs doing nothing to block out the awful noise.
“He’s all yours Diaz,” Jonah said, his tone casual.
Eddie looked up to see Jonah swing a backpack over his shoulder and saunter toward the door. “Now you two enjoy yourselves,” he added, disappearing from view.
“F-fucking bastard!” Eddie stammered; his burning eyes fixed on Buck’s chest, willing it to rise, but the medic in him knew it wasn’t going to happen without human intervention. In four minutes Buck’s brain would be irreversibly damaged, in six, his organs would be shutting down and in eight to ten, it would all be over, so he didn’t have the luxury of time to contemplate Jonah’s whereabouts.
Frantic, he scanned the room for something, anything he could use to free his hands, but time felt like it was on fast forward and any rational thoughts he might have had were scrambled by a heart-thumping fear that Jonah could return any second, like this was a B grade movie where the killer comes back before it’s all over.
Then, when all hope of saving Buck seemed lost, his eyes settled on a metal cabinet on the far wall, and he had an epiphany.
His legs were rubbery as he heaved himself to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy with his body folded around the chair and his ankles tied. But he was single minded now, drawing on the adrenaline flooding his limbs as he bunny hopped to the cabinet.
“Come on!” he shouted, pushing himself hard, deliberately blocking the familiar tone of a life on the cusp, knowing that if he gave a moment’s thought to Buck’s condition he would fall apart.
Lining the chair up with the corner of the cabinet, he swung hard. The sound of wood splitting spurred him on, and he swung again and again until the chair splintered and fell apart, freeing his hands.
“I’m coming Buck, hang on, hang on,” he panted, bunny hopping back across the room to the table, tears threatening again as he stood over Buck’s lifeless body.
Gathering the defib paddles in his numb fingers, he held them above Buck’s chest, checking the charge before administering the shock.
“Come on Buck, come on.”
Nothing changed.
“Fuck! Come on Buck, you have to fight.”
Eddie was about to administer a second shock when a hand landed firmly on his shoulder from behind.
What the hell?
Somehow, he instinctively knew it wasn’t Jonah.
Eddie’s confusion deepened when he began shaking uncontrollably, so much so, he couldn’t position the paddles where they needed to be.
“Get off!” Eddie shouted, shrugging the hand away, not ready to give up, not wanting to hear it was too late. Unshed tears obscured his vision and the paddles blurred in his hands.
“No! No, no, this can’t be happening.”
“Eddie, are you with me?”
At the sound of a familiar voice he jolted, suddenly unsure of himself and confused, his breath coming in shredded huffs and heart racing as one foot lingered in his grief-stricken ethereal world while the other slowly descended into reality. He blinked, his eyes adjusting in the semi-darkness, eternally grateful for the Buck-shaped shadow leaning over him.
“Sorry to wake you,” Buck apologized, his tone soft as he pushed sweat-soaked hair from Eddie’s forehead. “I could hear you yelling all the way from the couch, and I won’t lie, it sounded rough.”
Eddie shivered and unclenched his fists, releasing the crumpled bedsheets from his grip. He looked about in the half light, gradually making out the features of his bedroom. He dropped his head back onto his pillow with a groan and closed his eyes, schooling his breathing to a manageable level while his heart rate began to slow.
Suddenly his eyes opened. “Chris?” he croaked, looking past Buck to his bedroom door.
“He’s all good Eds, I’ve checked on him, that kid would sleep through an earthquake.”
“Thanks,” Eddie replied, sinking back into his mattress.
“I-um, I know it is not my business, but I-I’m um here if you want to talk about it.” Buck stammered, sliding his fingers to the pulse point on Eddie’s wrist.
Eddie huffed out a sigh and once Buck was satisfied with the tempo of his pulse, Eddie reached over to turn the side lamp on.
The light chased the last vestiges of the nightmare away, but Eddie’s relief was tempered with his newfound insight into the terror that Hen and Chim had suffered at the hands of that nutter. And with his new appreciation came concern for the long-term emotional toll it would have on his friends, but they had both survived and for now, that was enough.
But the question begged, why had his subconscious conjured up this disturbing version explicitly for him and Buck? He barely knew Jonah, yet Buck had somehow become a pawn in what, a jealousy triangle? Was the universe screaming at him or was it simply a timely reminder that tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone?
“Hey Eds, you with me?” Buck said, his voice laced with concern.
Eddie shuddered. “Yeah, sorry, I was miles away. Look, I promise I will call Frank in the morning and make an appointment,” he said, trying to sound as if he hadn’t just been utterly traumatized. “I think I will leave it to the expert to unpick what it all means.”
Buck straightened from his squat alongside the bed and lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress. “Well, I count that as progress. I’m glad you have Frank to talk to.”
“I’m sorry I woke you,” Eddie said, drinking in the sleep addled appeal of his bare-chested house mate.
“What’s the good of having a couch surfer if they can’t save you from your nightmares, eh?” Buck angled his head huffed out a smile. “Can I get you something? Cup of tea, glass of water…or something stronger?”
Eddie cleared his throat. “I’ve got everything I need right here,” he said, placing his palm flat over Buck’s heart, feeling the strong rhythmic beat in his chest.
Buck looked puzzled by the intimate touch. His lips parted, eyes narrowed, and his brows puckered in his best bewildered Buck expression, but it wasn’t long before comprehension replaced confusion and a Colgate smile appeared on those luscious lips of his.
Eddie would make the appointment in the morning like he’d promised but he didn’t really need Frank to tell him what he already knew.
“Will you stay?” he asked, trying to control the desperation in his voice.
“I’m not going anywhere Eddie.”
“That’s good because there’s something I need to tell you…”
#Eddie Diaz#Evan Buckley#Jonah Greenway#What if it was Eddie and Buck instead of Hen and Chim in 5:17#Emotional and physical hurt comfort#Jealousy Complex#911 fic#pinned post
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