#feeling god in this 911 tonight

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There's something so intensely fun with weekly shows because you get to discuss and dissect every episode and let it settle and then excitement for the next one,, and so many shows nowadays are like Here's everything all at once!!! and you can't even really engage with other fans because maybe they watched it all in one day or maybe they didn't have time to get into it yet so it's an offbeat out of sync reaction across the whole audience while some people try to avoid spoilers and it's just way less fun.

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[deerlino]

WHEN CHAN STUMBLES

— chan, who’s usually super serious and all put together, just totally loses it when he sees you. like, his brain completely shuts down—seriously, someone call 911 because it looks like he had a stroke or something. but nah, he’s just crazy in love with you. <3

words ༯ 0.5k / pairing ༯ bang chan x gn!reader / genres ༯ college au (study night, supposedly), fluff, humor, crack, established relationship / warnings ༯ no warnings for this one, just pure, sweet fluff !

a/n ༯ hey yo heyo! this is my first piece here and i’m lowkey nervous to post it, but here we go! chan is the absolute cutest in this one, love him. hope you enjoy, tho! <3

Chan had always been the epitome of seriousness. He was the guy who could ace an exam, lead a group project, and still manage to hit the gym—all in one day. Your friends had nicknamed him “Superman,” but to you, he was just Chan. Your Chan.

Tonight, you were hanging out in his dorm room, supposed to be studying for your upcoming finals. His desk was cluttered with textbooks, highlighters, and half-empty coffee cups, but neither of you seemed too worried about it. You’d been dating for six months now, and his dorm had become your second home.

“Okay, if I have to read one more sentence about organic chemistry, I swear I’ll scream,” you groaned, dropping your highlighter dramatically.

Chan chuckled, glancing up from his laptop. “You know, you say that every time we study.”

“And every time, I mean it.”

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “Alright, take a break. You’ve earned it.”

You stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh as you leaned back on his bed. Chan watched you with that soft look he always got when he thought you weren’t paying attention. But you noticed. You always noticed.

“So, how’s your paper going?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“Eh, it’s going,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll get it done.”

“Of course, you will. You’re Chan, the man who does everything.”

He laughed, but you could see the faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t let it go to my head.”

You rolled over onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Can I help? Maybe proofread or something?”

Chan glanced at you, and in that moment, it was like his brain short-circuited. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. It was like someone had hit the pause button on his brain.

“Uh, Chan? Earth to Chan?” you waved your hand in front of his face, giggling.

He blinked, snapping out of his trance. “Sorry, I just... you’re really... distracting.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Distracting? Me?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Like, a lot.”

You crawled closer to him on the bed, closing the distance between you. “How so?”

Chan swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on yours. “Because... you’re... you. And you’re here. And it’s just really hard to think straight when you look at me like that.”

You grinned, your heart swelling with affection. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. “God, I must look like an idiot.”

“An adorable idiot,” you corrected, pulling his hands away from his face. “And for the record, I think you look pretty hot when you’re all serious and studious.”

His eyes lit up at your words, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, leaning in to kiss him softly.

Chan melted into the kiss, his serious facade crumbling completely. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed in bliss.

“You know, you’re the only person who can make me feel like this,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Like what?”

“Like my brain has completely shut down and all I can think about is you.”

You laughed softly, brushing your lips against his again. “Good. Because I feel the same way.”

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Jealousy - R.G.

reneé is SO BEAUTIFUL i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. someone call 911 because i am about to have a heart attack. babygirl is SO FUCKING FINE.

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Request: Regina x reader where Regina and reader are in a secret relationship but someone tries to hit on reader at a party and Regina gets jealous?

Warnings: None; just hot, protective, jealous, possessive regina.

"Hi, pretty girl." Your beautiful girlfriend greeted you at her front door with a smile, pretty white teeth on display. She held her hand out for you, which you accepted gratefully, allowing her to pull you to her car.

You had previously agreed to meet her here so that she could drive the both of you to Gretchen's party tonight. Usually, she would have asked you come over earlier in the day so you could get ready together, but you already made plans to get your hair done. Regina complained about it when you told her, but with the way she was looking at you now, she wasn't upset anymore.

The blonde led you to her passenger's side door, gently backing you against it, before leaning down and taking your lips in a bruising kiss. "You look so hot in that outfit." She breathed out against your lips, her hands sneaking up and under your top. Her touch was so light it was almost ticklish, feeling yourself smiling into the kiss. "And your hair looks perfect."

She always managed to make you feel good about yourself, always make you feel beautiful. She constantly showered you with compliments, even when you weren't all done up like this.

Pulling away reluctantly, you blinked, before meeting Regina's bright eyes, marveling at the way the hues of blue and green with a dash of orange, blended together. You took the opportunity to take in her outfit. She looked breathtaking - tight, black tank top underneath her leather jacket, dark jeans, with silver jewelry adorning her slender fingers, neck and ears.

God, you were the luckiest girl in the world.

"You look gorgeous, Gina." You spoke shyly, leaning back up into her, hands fisting into her jacket and tugging her closer. She kissed you again, warm tongue nudging your lips apart. You got lost in each other for a few moments, pleasant sighs coming from your mouth.

Regina broke apart from your lips, moving to nip at the skin of your exposed neck. You couldn't help letting out the soft moan that bubbled in your throat, head moving back to rest against the cold window. "If you keep doing that, I just might have to take you back inside, pretty girl." She murmured against your skin, sucking harshly, leave behind a few dark purple marks. You sent her a pointed look as she pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Just to make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

Regina nudged you aside and opened the door, gesturing for you to get in as your face turned beet red. She was always quite possessive of you, even from the start of your "secret" relationship, but even more so when you went to parties together.

Honestly, it was hot.

She shut the door once you were settled, moving around to slide into the driver's seat. "Buckle up, baby." She flashed you a killer smile before peeling out of her driveway, free hand coming to rest on the exposed skin of your thigh. The touch made you shiver, shifting slightly in your seat. The blonde sent you a knowing look, laughing under her breath.

She absolutely loved the effect she had on you.

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The party was already in full swing by the time you and Regina arrived. She parked in Gretchen's massive driveway, making sure that no one else could block her in. You really weren't a huge fan of parties, but eventually, viewed it as another opportunity to spend more time with your girlfriend. Albeit, in a setting you didn't prefer, but you could take that on the chin without much of an issue. Any time that you could spend with her was more than worth it.

"You want a drink?" You nodded, following closely behind as the blonde beelined to the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out a colorful drink. She opened it for you, before setting it in your hand. You thanked her gratefully, taking a sip of the drink. It was quite sweet, the taste of alcohol very minimal, which you appreciated.

Regina looked around the room, eyes stopping on Gretchen and Karen. The two girls were sitting in the living room on the couch, Gretchen crying her eyes out. You both could tell they were very drunk. Regina sighed, turning to you. "I'll be right back, going to go check on them." You nodded, taking another swig. "Don't go anywhere, yeah?" She squeezed your hand, lingering for a moment longer before walking off toward her friends.

You watched her off, hips swaying confidently, the crowd moving out of her way without missing a beat. It still amazed you how she could command an entire room so easily.

You were lost in thought for a little while as Regina disappeared into the crowd, until you felt a quick few taps on your shoulder. Spinning around, you were met with the sight of Cady, grinning at you. Since when did she go to parties?

You thought she was nice enough, knowing her on a very minimal level as the two of you shared a math class last year. You hadn't really spoken to her much since then, only a friendly hello here and there when passing each other in the hallways.

"Hey, Y/N, funny seeing you here tonight. I had no idea you were coming!" You smiled at the redhead awkwardly, shuffling on your feet.

"Yeah, Gretchen invited me. And Regina." You smiled at the mention of your girlfriend's name, doing a quick glance over to where she was supposed to be. The trio was no longer in the living room, though, making you frown. Maybe they went up to Gretchen's room to calm her down?

"Where is she?" You looked back over to Cady, noticing that she had taken a step closer to you, leaning forwards. The surprise of it made you stumble back, coming in contact with the counter behind you.

You laughed slightly, hand gripping tighter on your drink. "Oh, uh...she just went to the bathroom. She should be right back."

Cady cocked her head to the side, taking another step closer to you. "Really? Cause I've been watching you for a little while and she still hasn't come back." Her smile got wider, hand coming up to brush your arm. You recoiled at the touch, flushing yourself back against the counter. A rush of panic washed over you, killing what little buzz you had, noticing the smell of alcohol on her breath and the glazed over look in her eyes. "You know, Y/N", she brushed against your arm as she continued, "I've always had a crush on you. I think you are so pretty." She batted her eyelashes, biting on her lip. "Would you want to maybe go out sometime?"

You just blinked at her, completely baffled at what had come out of her mouth. "Oh..." You smiled awkwardly, moving even farther back to create more space between you, "Cady...I'm really flattered, but no, I think we would be better off as just friends."

Cady laughed. "Come on, I think we would be so great together. Don't you?" She leaned even closer, looking at you expectantly.

Was this girl serious?

As your brows knitted together, you was about to tell her no again, when a warm body pressed against yours from behind, all too familiar hands slipping around your waist and pulling you flush to her. The sweet scent of her perfume filled your nose, relaxing you almost instantly.

"I think the lady said no, Cady." Regina's tone was short and laced with anger, her arms tightening around you. You didn't even have to look at her to know that she was glaring holes in Cady's head. The girl turned red with embarrassment, muttering an apology under her breath before quickly running off.

You let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding, nearly going limp in Regina's embrace. "Are you okay, pretty girl?" Regina turned you around to face her, eyes scanning your face. You nodded as she cupped your cheeks and set your drink on the counter, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. You melted into her, leaning your weight against her front. After a moment you separated, smiling at each other, until you heard someone clearing their throat.

Oh, shit. The party.

"Gina, everyone is looking at us." You whispered, feeling anxiety bubbling in your stomach and crawling up your throat.

Everyone had gone quiet, the eyes of almost all of your classmates locked on the two of you. Regina tensed, but surprisingly, didn't let go. "Me and Y/N are together." Regina voiced loudly without wasting a beat, eyes softening as she looked at you. "And if any of you losers have a problem with it, I will burn you to the ground."

The crowd murmured amongst itself and you watched as everyone simply nodded, shrugged and went on with the party as they were. Both you and Regina visibly relaxed, thankful that there wasn't much of a scene.

No one cared, really. Half of the student population already assumed that you two were together. Neither of you hid it very well - exchanging lovesick glances at lunch, holding hands "platonically" yeah right, lesbians, bringing each other coffee and lunch, whispering to each other and giggling. Gretchen and Karen already knew, exchanging smiles as they watched Regina proudly kiss you in her kitchen.

You smiled at your girlfriend, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You never imagined coming out together in this way, but honestly, it was very fitting. Regina hugged you tightly, whispering her love and adoration for you in your ears, loud enough for only you to hear.

"I love you."

Your heart fluttered, feeling a few tears fall down your cheeks. "I love you, Gina." You held each other for a few long moments before separating. The blonde was looking down at you, pretty smile sitting on her pretty lips. "So..." you trailed off, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "Were you jealous of Cady?"

Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes. "As if. That girl could never hold a candle to me. She should've taken a hint - there's like, three big ass hickeys on your neck."

You laughed, pulling her in for another kiss, unable to resist. "No one ever could hold a candle to you, Gina." She just looked so hot when she was jealous. "Take me home?"

The blonde grinned, taking your hands and dragging you to the door without wasting another moment. "I thought you'd never ask, pretty girl."

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Early Arrival

This is an Evan (Buck) Buckley imagine requested by Anon, I hope you like it I had a lot of fun writing this.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: During a bad storm that delays services and keeps everyone trapped in their homes, (Y/n) goes into labour with only Evan there to help her through it.

Enjoy.

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Raising the bottle to his lips, Evan took a large swig and leaned his forehead against his other arm that was smudging into the fogged up window. It was getting so bad outside that he couldn't see the street anymore. The rain was beating down against the window like bullets spraying down so hard and fast they looked as if they would break the glass.

It was supposed to be two in the afternoon but it looked more like two in the morning. The sky was a dark blue and grey haze and cars were whizzing past with full beam lights shining through the blackness. Although there weren't a lot of cars out in this.

Evan could hear the forecast blaring from the tv and it was telling people to stay inside unless they urgently had to leave the house. People were advised not to drive in this weather, buses were being delayed and stopped. Emergency services were stretching thin from the amount of accidents being called in.

God, he was glad he wasn't at work today.

He hadn't been at work all week and he wasn't going back for another month yet. Evan could just imagine the phone call he was going to get from Eddie tonight, telling him what a lucky bastard he was for missing the amount of callouts they were going to get today.

Pushing away from the window, Evan drained the last of the beer in his bottle and moved to sit down on the sofa.

He quite liked how cosy the apartment felt with the lamps on and the candles (Y/n) had lit earlier. There were over ten candles spread around the living room, dotted in front of the tv, on the coffee table and along the shelves on the wall. If they experienced a power cut today at least the couple would be alright.

He just changed the channel over to a movie when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He dropped his head on the back of the sofa and glanced over to the stairs and a gentle, warm smile flooded his face when his eyes set on his wife.

"How do you feel, babe?" His eyes followed her as she took very slow steps down and padded across towards him.

"Rough,"

"Come're,"

A warm, if pained smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she watched him rest his left leg up on the sofa and open his arms wide, waiting for her to fall into his embrace. She eased herself down onto the sofa between his legs and slumped back into his chest as he wound his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her bump. She could feel his lips pressing to the top of her head and his arms pushed into her sides, squeezing her lightly.

"You look a bit better," He commented quietly as he slouched back into the sofa so they were practically lying down in the den of pillows littering the sofa.

Evan had been worried this morning when (Y/n) started to feel sick and couldn't stomach breakfast. She'd felt worse when a headache formed behind her eyes and the only good thing was the sound of the storm outside had sounded soothing and relaxing to (Y/n) for some odd reason. For the last hour and a half she had tried to sleep off her unease and left Evan downstairs to his own devices.

"Your child is a handful," (Y/n) closed her eyes and nuzzled her face into Evan's neck. She moved her hand and held his wrist, slowly moving his hand lower down her abdomen so he could feel the movement that had been persistent for the last week.

"They take after me, what do you expect?"

He began rubbing his hand up and down her stomach, pressing his fingertips a bit firmer against her skin like some kind of massage when he noticed (Y/n) shifted like she was in some sort of discomfort or pain. Every time he felt the baby wriggling or kicking he stopped his movements and rested his palm against her stomach. Her stomach was hurting and it felt like she was going to turn stiff but Evan’s massage was helping.

(Y/n) wasn't sure how long they laid there in a comfortable silence, her mind kept cutting off and dozing for a while. Her face was burrowed into Evan's neck and every now and then her fingers would graze up and down his bare arm.

But after a while, (Y/n) moved her hands to his thighs that were caging her in and tried to push up so she could sit up properly. She felt his hands graze up her sides until he was holding her chest and he gently nudged her forwards to help get her sitting up. When she was sat up, (Y/n) kept her hands clenched down on Evan's thighs and she tilted her chin down into her chest as her eyes closed.

"Babe, you alright? Do you feel sick?"

When a spluttering 'Oh God' left her lips, Evan shot upright and his hands clamped down on her hips. He leaned his head over her shoulder to try and see what was wrong but he couldn't figure it out. Her eyes were snapped closed and her nails were onw puncturing into his thighs, but when she opened her eyes, he followed her line of sight.

Her eyes were downcast to her thighs.

(Y/n)’s waters had broken.

Tears started to fall from her eyes and she couldn’t find it in herself to wipe them away as she just stared down at her thighs like there had been some kind of mistake or like she was waiting to wake up from a dream.

Why was this happening now? Right in the middle of the storm?

The only silver lining (Y/n) could think was that Evan was actually here with her when this happened. They had both been nervous that she would go into early labour before he finished and went onto annual leave and he would be on a callout when it happened. Bobby had given him his time off starting from this week since (Y/n) was thirty-seven weeks pregnant now and labour was going to be anytime soon. Her pains and feeling sick for a few days was a sign labour might be early.

Evan just didn't think it would be this early. His child had impeccable timing to decide to arrive when they were overtaken by a storm raging through the city.

"Oh fuck! babe I- I can't drive you out in this, it's too risky. Let's get you settled and I'll have to call 911 for backup." There was no way Evan was driving the truck out in this, he never drove the fire truck when the weather was bad because he didn't trust himself.

He couldn't go out with his wife in labour because if someone crashed into them or the tyres skidded in the rain and went off the road, help would be delayed. It would be the safest bet to stay home and call for the emergency services to come out to them. This way, (Y/n) was somewhere warm and safe and Evan had helped Bobby deliver a few babies, he knew the basics.

"It's your choice where you want to be, up or down," Evan motioned to the stairs before he very carefully eased himself from behind her so he could kneel down on the floor.

"What?" Why would she want to go and try to get settled in bed when an ambulance would soon come out to take them to the hospital? It seemed more practical to stay downstairs and wait here.

"Baby… help won't get here as fast as it usually would, the storm's causing crashes and makes the teams go slower. You've just got me,"

He started to smooth his hands up and down her thighs when she started to cry. This wasn't what she wanted when she envisioned having their baby. (Y/n) wanted to be in the hospital with Evan holding her hand, not delivering their baby. And she wanted Maddie here with them and the midwife they had been seeing since they found out about this pregnancy.

This wasn't fair.

"I can't move,"

"Sofa it is then." His smile was calming and (Y/n) felt one of the hundreds of burning nerves within her calm down at his pouting smile. "I'll call 911 now and go grab towels and everything we need. Just to be safe."

Deep down, Evan knew it was more than just wanting to be safe in case help took a while. He knew how long it could take emergency services to reach a situation and he didn't want to just sit and wait for them like a sitting duck. He wanted everything ready so if his wife started to push, he would be prepared to deliver his own child.

Evan rummaged around in his pocket for his phone as he bolted up the stairs and went towards one of the cupboards. He grabbed a pile of towels and some flannels and a sheet, and took a handful of (Y/n)'s hair bobbles in case he couldn't find anything else to use as a clamp for the cord.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Hi, this is firefighter Buckley, I'm at twenty-one Hill court and my wife is in labour. I need whatever service you can get out to me."

"How far along is she?"

"Thirty-seven weeks." Evan stayed stood at the top of the stairs, just out of earshot of (Y/n) because he knew what was coming next.

"Okay sir, all of our dispatch teams are currently busy or being diverted but someone will be with you as soon as possible. Try and make your wife comfortable and keep a track of contractions, they should be a while apart and labour can take a few hours-"

"Her water already broke and contractions are coming quick, I think she's been in labour since last night."

Evan could see in hindsight that (Y/n) had most likely started labour during the night when she had been restless and uncomfortable and feeling sick. He couldn't be sure how long she had been in labour for but he needed help soon, the baby was coming now.

"I've updated dispatch of your situation, they will be there as soon-"

He hung up. He didn't need that bullshit that wasn't always true. They couldn't give him a time frame because teams were currently being told where to go and being changed from one scene to the next. When things started to progress Evan would call them back and see if Maddie was on shift so she could talk him through it. Until then, he would do what he could and wait for any sign of a dispatch team.

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"Evan, fuck!"

(Y/n) closed her eyes and buried her face in her arm and dug her nails into Evan's thighs. She could feel his hands smoothing up and down her shoulders and he nudged his knees into her sides, silently telling her that he was listening.

She was knelt down on the floor in front of the sofa, resting uncomfortably between Evan's legs as he sat on the edge of the sofa, holding her up. The old bedsheet Evan had found was spread out on the floor beneath (Y/n) and she was left wearing her bra and Evan's button up shirt, having kicked off her underwear and leggings earlier.

(Y/n) took as many deep breaths as she could manage but her lungs were on fire. They were burning like she was breathing in smoke and she could feel her lungs inflating and deflating which was something (Y/n) never normally felt and it was horrible.

She stayed limp and let him move her so he could ease from beneath her so he could move beside her. Her arms fell onto the sofa and she pressed her forehead into the seat, arching out her back as Evan bent down to try and see if she was dilated or not and how far they had gotten.

"Alright, I'm calling back, I think you're ready."

(Y/n) was past the point of caring about that now, someone would turn up to help them eventually but right now Evan was the only one here who was able to do something and to help so he needed to help. When another contraction tore through her already broken body, (Y/n) pushed her head further down into the cushion as she let out a scream. Her eyes snapped closed but a small wave of relief shot through her when she felt Evan’s hand taking her own.

"911 what's-"

"This is firefighter Buckley, again, put me through to dispatcher Maddie Kendal. Now."

He wasn't playing around anymore, someone should have been here by now he didn't care how bad this storm was. His team should be out there somewhere and they should have heard all the dispatch calls. They should be on their way to him to help deliver his first baby. He needed his sister on the phone to walk him through this.

"Buck? What's going on?"

"(Y/n)'s in labour, like, pushing! I need someone to walk me through this I'm on my own here." He reached over and set the phone down on loudspeaker on the sofa so (Y/n) could have some peace of mind too.

He had seen Bobby deliver a few babies but Evan had never been alone in this situation to do it himself and he didn't want to be doing this alone. If something happened or went wrong he had no medical team here to take over or rush in with advice and do it for him. If something bad happened to his family, Evan was the only point of help and he didn't like that.

"Oh God… alright, whereabouts is (Y/n) right now?"

"I'm- I'm in-"

“Baby, baby stop pushing.” Evan’s words confused (Y/n) and she opened her eyes to look at him but she could see something in his eyes that worried her but she couldn't do what he asked. The pain was excrutiating but it felt better when she pushed, she wanted this over with.

“It hurts.” (Y/n) breathed through the words as she finally stopped pushing when the pain subsided for a moment.

"I know baby but you need to trust me. Maddie I can't see the head… I can see the feet. The baby's breach."

The look on Evan’s face made (Y/n) shudder because she could see all the emotions he was feeling and she knew each of them too well. He had sorrow and fear glistening in his eyes. The times he had seen labour, the babies hadn't been born breach. They came the normal way, head first, feet last like this baby should be. Evan knew this complicated matters.

A sob left (Y/n)’s lips as she relaxed all of her muscles instead of holding them tensed, feeling like she was sinking into the floor that she wanted to swallow her whole. She remembered reading about babies being born breached like this, they could get stuck or they could try and breathe whilst their head wasn’t born and suffocate. (Y/n) felt like she was going to be sick at the thought of the baby getting stuck when there was no professional here who would be able to help.

“I c… I can’t just wait here Evan.” (Y/n) whimpered as she felt her lips pulling down at the corners trying to release another sob. She could already feel her stomach tensing and the muscles tearing, it was going to be physically impossible for her to not push on the next contraction. She couldn’t just lie here and wait for help, she had to push.

"(Y/n), how are you positioned, are you lying down in bed?"

"She's knelt on the floor in front of the sofa."

"Good, that's good, okay Buck I need you to move her up onto the sofa, get her sitting on the very edge. Trust me, this will be a safer and easier position, gravity will be on your side. I can walk you both through this until help arrives and I've put you as a code red someone will be there soon."

"Alright," Evan slowly held (Y/n)'s arms and looped them around his neck, twisting her body so she was facing him instead of the sofa.

He felt her muscles go limp for a few seconds and she let him move her around. He pulled her up onto buckling knees and shaking legs before he turned her around and perched her on the very edge of the sofa, just like his sister said. Once Evan was sure (Y/n) was alright and wasn't about to collapse or scream in agony, he knelt down on the sheet on the floor and held onto her thighs for a few seconds.

Evan could see the logic here; if their baby got stuck, gravity would hold onto them and help pull them down.

"I need to push!"

"(Y/n), you start pushing again that's good and Buck, you'll need to help unhook the feet and let the legs dangle once they're out."

When (Y/n) cried out and tucked her chin into her chest, Evan grabbed a few towels to place around and have ready before he dared look again and see if the baby was any closer to being born yet. (Y/n) dug her hands into the sofa to the point she could feel her nails scraping through into the fabric as she tried hard to hold herself steady but she felt like she was going to fall forward into Evan.

His hands were both shaking horribly as he reached out and held onto the newborn’s legs that he could see. He tried to be gentle and uncurl them so they dangled down and didn't get caught or stuck.

“Maddie the legs are born. You okay baby?” Evan tilted his head up to lock eyes with her but his hands stayed shakily holding onto their baby’s lower half. He didn’t like it, he didn’t want to be doing this. Evan felt like his hands were covered in glue or slime that was sticking them to the baby and it made his stomach churn. He could handle blood and guts when he had to help others but this was something else entirely. This was his own wife and he didn't want to be the one to fix her and hold their baby like this.

“Hmm.” (Y/n) hummed back, nodding her head as she closed her eyes, digging her hands a bit more into the cushion to stabilise herself as she felt another contraction building up.

(Y/n) shivered, feeling her stomach muscles tightening when Evan had to pull on the baby’s arms to make sure they too didn’t get stuck or bent or caught in the way. The moment Evan let go of the baby with one hand to reach out for a towel, his head snapped back to look at (Y/n) as she cried, her foot beginning to tap against the carpet as she squirmed like she couldn’t manage to sit still.

"Buck, how are we looking?"

"I'm holding the body, just the head left."

"Okay. (Y/n), you need a really big push as soon as a contraction hits, we don't want baby waiting long in case they try and breathe too soon."

(Y/n) pulled her legs up a little as she continued to squirm around. It was like there was a weight tied to her and it was pulling on her insides and causing pain. When another pain hit, (Y/n) hit her hand against Evan’s shoulder to grab his attention and nodded that this was it.

"Almost there, keep going baby." He held a towel in his hands and curled it around their baby, trying to keep them stable and warm while he waited for (Y/n) to push again.

As soon as the weight felt like it had been dragged down, (Y/n) let herself flop back into the sofa and braced her weight on her tiptoes so she didn't slide down onto Evan. That was it, she just knew that was their baby out and in her husband's arms. She had done it.

"Maddie I've got them- fuck!"

“What? W-what’s wrong?” (Y/n) leaned her head down to try and see what was happening as Evan took their newborn baby into his arms and set them down on his lap. Her stomach tensed as she watched him quickly unravel the cord that had pressed around the baby’s neck but (Y/n) didn’t know if it had been tight or rather loose. She didn’t know if that had happened during the struggle of labour or if possibly it had been like that before. But it couldn’t have been, she felt the baby moving so it couldn’t have been strangling them for very long.

"Buck what's going on?"

“It’s alright…” Evan seemed to be speaking to himself more than to (Y/n) or his sister as he fumbled to grab the pair of scissors he had found downstairs earlier. He hastily clamped and cut the cord before he turned the baby on their side so he could rub his hand up and down their back to get them breathing.

(Y/n) felt her chest heaving as she tried to regain back the breaths that she had lost but her eyes were focusing on Evan as much as they could with the tears beginning to distort her vision. The moment a small cry flooded through the air, both parents felt like they were going to faint.

“She’s okay.” Evan wrapped the towel tight around his baby girl, rubbing his hands over her frame to make sure she wasn’t cold or still in some state of shock.

When he tilted his head up to look at (Y/n), the grin on his features was like nothing (Y/n) had ever seen before.

Pushing himself up on his knees, Evan leaned over and ever so gently settled the newborn into (Y/n)’s arms before he grabbed another towel ready for the placenta. At least this part was easier and Evan knew to keep the placenta so a doctor could check it was all there. The last thing they wanted was (Y/n) having a retained piece of placenta and needing surgery to get that out.

"She's alright Maddie… you've got a baby niece."

Evan’s legs were the ones to turn to jelly this time around as he slowly sat down on the sofa next to (Y/n), his eyes focused on the bundle in her arms who was well worth the wait. Turning her head, (Y/n) leaned her head on Evan’s shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. His arm wrapped around her back so he could rest his hand on their girl’s head, brushing his thumb over the small tufts of hair he could see.

“We did it.”

[stansangel]

Summer Heat

Author's Note: This is my first fic so pls ignore the bad writing! Anyways I hope you enjoy this, I might write a part 2 if this does well!! (Or if one person likes it) Prompt: You meet young Stan Pines at a bar in the middle of no where. (Thank you to my bestie for giving me this prompt I hope I did it justice) Warnings: drinking, alcohol, young stan being a flirt. 16+ content at the end (it gets a lil freaky in his car but nothing smutty)

READER AND STAN ARE 21+ IN THIS FIC Word Count: 911

It was a warm summer night and you and your friends had decided to go to a bar they had heard about from. Unbeknownst to you this bar was in the middle of fucking no where. Despite having no idea where you found yourself you enjoyed the night singing, dancing, and drinking with your friends. You had been out for a few hours now and your friends had been lost to the night, some being blacked out in various booths around the bar and others having left with guys they met. 

You sat on a stool at the bar swirling your drink in your hand and resting your head on the other mentally arguing with yourself if you should see the rest of the night out or if you should just call a taxi to get you home. As you sat deep in thought you felt someone slide onto the stool next to you and you mentally groaned not ready to deal with another drunk random this late into the night. Before you could even look over to see who it was a deep voice spoke, interrupting your thoughts. “Hey Toots,” the voice said

You quickly turned in surprise upon hearing the voice, far too desperately than you’d like to admit hoping that the person it came from was as attractive as his voice. You looked at the man next to you and God, he was. You stared for a moment before mentally cursing yourself for not saying anything.

“You got a staring problem hon.” He said nonchalantly.

You finally mustered up the courage to say something back.

“S-sorry-” you stuttered out.

God you were fucking stupid. Sorry?! THAT’S the best you could come up with when this gorgeous man was sitting next you AND talking to you? As you continued to berate yourself for the awkward first impression, he spoke up again.

“‘S alright doll, got no issue with it when a pretty gal like you is the one staring” 

You felt your cheeks heat up and you let out an awkward giggle. 

“How’s about I buy you a drink, doll? That okay with you?” he asked. “Yeah.. that’d be great, thank you.” you said, trying to maintain a calm facade. 

You completely forgot about the drink you already had and let him order you and himself a round of drinks. 

“So you got a name or should I just keep throwin’ around pet names?” he asked while chuckling.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” you said, way too quickly for your comfort but luckily it didn’t seem to make him any less interested. He thought it was adorable how flustered you’d seem to have gotten and it boosted his ego with every word you spoke.

“That’s a pretty name darlin’” He said with a smirk

You felt heat rise to your cheeks again before you mumbled out a thank you.

“‘Course babe. I’m Stanley, go by Stan though.” He said to you.

The drinks are set in front of the two of you and you take a sip pleasantly surprised by the fruity drink that hit your lips, you look at his and notice that he ordered himself something different.

“Is it good? I assumed you didn’t drink whiskey like me so I got ya something sweet. Just like ya.” He said smiling .

You nodded and thanked him. 

“So what’s a pretty thing like yourself doing here all alone?” He asked with an eyebrow quirked.

“Oh.. I came here with friends but they’ve all gone off to do their own thing.” You say feeling a bit upset your friends left you to your own devices.

He looked at you sympathetically noticing your expression.

“Hey it’s alright doll, you got me to keep ya company,” He said as he flashed you a smile. “Plus I doubt any of your friends bought you a drink tonight like I did.” He gestured to the drink in front of you. 

You giggled and nodded. “I guess you’re right.” You spent a couple more hours chatting with Stan and sipping on drinks he so generously bought for you.

“Hey, whaddaya say we get outta here? I could take you back to my place.” He smirked as he proposed the idea.

“I’d like that a lot.” You said smiling.

He got up and extended his arm out for you to take and you did, you clung to his arm gently as he guided you out of the bar and to his car, a beautiful red El Diablo. He opened the passenger door for you and closed it once you got in before jogging around to the other side of the car and getting in. You watched as he started the ignition and began driving. 

As the two of you made your descent back to his house you let his hand rest on your thigh while his other expertly drove the car down the empty streets. You stopped at a red light which was taking seemingly forever to turn green when he turned to you and kissed you. It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was feverish and needy. You kissed him back with the same fervor he did, teeth clashing against each other. His hand traveled from your thigh to your hair and tangled in your locks pushing you closer to him. He pulled away breathless, lips swollen from the kiss and lust filling his eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

[thatoneyanderewriter]

ghostface!coriolanus snow

tw: dark themes, possessive behavior, coryo is insane, so in character lolz, implied murder and stalking, blood, lmk if there is more.

I might explore this au a bit more but I’d like to hear from you guys.

“Lucy Gray, what are you doing? You ask your sister. “Going out, just for singing and stuff, you know how it is, She kindly replied.”You can come too.”

“I know a liar when I see one, you’re going to a party tonight, aren’t you? You smirk. “Maybe, but I do plan on singing, music wise, Lucy Gray laughed.”Again, you can come.”

“Nah, it’s fine, Alcohol and I don’t work together well, and parties aren’t my thing, You politely decline. It was true. And your parents wouldn’t be home for another week or so. Business and all that. You had cousins, Maude Ivory and Barb Azure, but they lived a bit further from you.

Lucy Gray was always the life of the party. She had more friends than you, was a straight A Student. You were jealous happy for her.

“Well, you know the rules, don’t tell, bye! she said, and leaves. she wasn’t always honest with you, but at least she was right now, and able to trust you with that information.

you made some popcorn after dinner, with soda of course. this town was quite peaceful, and up until last year, there hadn’t been much crime. that was, until a murder happened.

ever since then, things had been paranoid. everyone and everywhere. but overall, the town hadn’t changed other than that. In the midst of the movie, you get a call. “I swear to fucking god… You begin, then pick up.”Hello? Who is this?”

“Is Lucy Gray home?”

You sigh, always for your sister. You knew people but were mostly invisible.

“No, I can take a message for her though.”

“Okay.”

“So, what’s the message? You ask, suspiciously.

“Just a friend from school, asking about the project she agreed to be partners on. Gave me the number for the project. Uh, you know when she’ll be home?”

“No, sorry, I’ll tell her though, bye!”

“Wait-“

You sigh, unpausing your movie when only a few seconds later, the phone rings again. You groan, but pick up anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

“I thought you were leaving a message for my sister, shouldn’t you call back later?”

“Yeah, but you’re much more interesting to talk to.”

“I’m flattered, you say sarcastically.”Listen, there’s not much to talk about. I’m-“

“watching a movie?”

“how did you know that?”

“lucky guess.”

freaked out, you hung up and locked every door. someone must be watching you. closing every curtain, you tried your very best, you really did. you’ve watched scream a million times, you know how to play smart. or so you thought.

the moment you heard footsteps you grab a knife from your kitchen, stepping forward but back with hesitancy. this better not be ghostface, you think. but just your luck.

suddenly, ghostface appears, knife in hand and blood on the mask, it was hard to tell on the actual costume. that’s when you bolt, and run as fast as you can while dialing 911, until your wrist is grabbed and your phone drops, surprisingly not breaking.

ghostface turns you around with the knife in hand. he’s found you, you’ve lost, and you’re about to be dead.

“I do love a good chase.”

despite the voice modulator, you could visibly recognize it a little, the voice. but you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping your demise comes faster if you do.

suddenly, you hear a laugh. and that’s when you know for certain who is ghostface. “coryo? you whisper, with a tone of relief and fear.

“that’s right, doll.”

you open your eyes, that nickname was once sweet, maybe even attractive when he said it, but now it made you feel sick. “why would you kill people? you said.

taking it off of him, he holds your face in his hands.”had to make sure they knew who you belonged to, that’s all.”

[vioartemis]

I’ll die with you (part 3)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Your rest was short, another attack soon occurs, deadlier than the first one. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: blood, death of character, angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

“I swear I’m gonna need to bleach my eyes” you heard Sam say when you went downstairs with Tara, half an hour later

“Come on, we were fully clothed, you didn’t see anything” Tara rolled her eyes and sit at the table

“That’s not the point! Since when are you even doing that? You’re too young to-”

"I mean they're adults so..." Gale started

"Would you mind stop talking about our sex life?" you groaned, cheeks still red

"What do you want us to talk about?"

"I don't know, the weather, whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza..."

"Well that's an easy question" Sam declared, taking a slice of pizza and giving one to everyone

"I suppose we all agree they don't" you girlfriend said

"We do, indeed" Gale confirmed while you nodded

"Uh, no we don't"

A debate started, Sam against the three of you. It almost looked like a normal family dinner, a normal night. You nearly forgot you were the next target of a psycho killer. Until you all jumped when your phone rang.

Probably: Damian Walker.

You never realized you never gave him your phone number. Mindy or Chad probably did.

"It's okay, it's Damian"

"Y/n-" Tara tried to interrupt

But you already took your phone and walked away from the table, picking up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how are you feeling tonight?"

"Tired and embarrassed, but other than that, pretty good"

"What...?"

"It's a long story" you sighed "Why do you call?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you were having fun..." the slight sound of an electronic device could be heard "while I was gutting your friends like fishes."

All color vanished from your face.

"W-what...?"

Tara stood up hearing your shaking voice, worried. Whoever called you, they hang up without answering.

"Hello?! Please don't hurt them!" you cried

"Baby wha-"

"He's gonna kill Mindy and Chad we have to go!"

“No no no. We go, you stay here”

“And get attacked again? No thank you” you protested, dialing 911

When you arrived at Mindy and Chad’s not even five minutes later, the door was slightly opened. You could hear fight noises coming from inside. There was still a chance to save them.

You opened the door and rushed inside, baseball bat in hand. The first thing you saw was Ghostface, standing over the twins.

He slowly turned his head to look at you and did his signature blade-cleaning, before running away.

You were tempted to chase after him, but your friends mattered more. When you came closer to them, your heart dropped. There was blood everywhere.

Chad’s shirt was torn apart due to multiple stab. Mindy had her back against a wall, blood coming from her stomach.

Your own wounds burned at the sight, tears coming to your eyes. You couldn’t move, paralyzed.

“Shit…” you heard Sam say next to Chad

You had no idea how much time passed, but at one point Mindy coughed, causing your head to jolt in her direction. She was regaining consciousness!

Be fire you could realize it you were kneeling next to her, applying pressure on her wound.

“You’re gonna be okay, we called an ambulance, they should-”

Suddenly Damian brushed into the room.

“Oh my god-”

“Where the fuck were you?”

“I- I went to the bathroom a-and someone knocked me out… I- I just woke up”

You looked him up and down. Blood was running down his face from his forehead. But he could have done it himself.

“Stay the fuck back” Mindy said when he tried to come closer

"N-no I- I'm not... It's not me I swear... Y/n y-you believe me right...?"

You really wanted to. But last time he didn't have an alibi, and now...

"I'm sorry..."

You could see how broken he was hearing your words. Maybe he wasn't the killer after all. Or he was a good actor, which wasn't to exclude.

You were waiting in the waiting room, Tara sitting on your lap and caressing your hair gently in an attempt to reassure you. You were starting to believe her when the doctors came.

You all got up immediately, heart beating faster than ever.

"Mrs Meeks should be okay, but she needs rest"

"And Chad?" Sam asked

"I'm... sorry. We did our best but... we couldn't save him..."

You had to sit back down, in shock. You never thought that would happen again. You thought losing friends was over. You should've known it would end up this way, with Ghostface's return.

Maybe you were just in denial. Believing if you convinced yourself it wouldn't happen everything would be fine. But nothing was fine.

The 2022 massacre left a indelible mark on you. The current events only reopened the scar you thought had healed.

Maybe if you had stick all together he would still be alive. If you had been all together Ghostface wouldn't have tried anything. If you had left this stupid town when you could...

Maybe it was all your fault after all.

You were the first target, but you survived. No first targets survived before Tara. And you weren't even sure they wanted her dead at that moment.

Maybe the killer wanted to make you suffer before killing you. Maybe it was all part of their plan to let you live. Maybe they were about to destroy everything you had. Maybe-

You felt hands on your face and looked down to see Tara, concern written on her face. She brushed your cheeks with her thumbs softly. It was only then that you realized that you were crying.

That was the moment Lexi chose to arrive, breathing heavily and sweating. She must have run here.

"I- I'm sorry I had piano lesson- I just- I just saw your texts-" she took a deep breath "Mindy- is she going to be okay? And- and Chad?"

You didn't have the strength to tell her. Not now, it was still to fresh. Instead you broke down in your girlfriend's arms. You could swear she was crying too.

A loud noise made you tilt your head up. Lexi had pinned Damian to the wall, gripping him by the collar of his shirt.

"What did you do to them? You were here to why didn't you help?"

"I- I got knocked out...! I already told them...!" he made a circle toward you with his arm "L- Lexi I swear I didn't- I can't breath can you-"

"I don't fucking believe you. That's easy pretending you passed out."

Her grip only grew tighter. Damian's face started to become red. He was struggling against the blonde.

Sam had to force them appart, holding a furious Lexi away from the poor boy trying to catch his breath.

After everyone had calmed down, the police arrived and questioned the group. They didn't seem to believe Damian's alibi either.

"Maybe we should take him into custody for a little while? Just to make sure he's not, you know, the killer?" a deputy asked the sheriff

"We can't do that without evidences, that would be abusing of our power as representants of the law-"

"Do it" all head turned to the boy "T- take me into custody, you'll see it's not me. If it's the only way I can prove my innocence... I'll do it"

"You sure about that son?"

"Y-yeah"

"Okay then... come with me" the deputy said after the sheriff nodded

"The hospital is secure, we have police officers at each floor, you should be safe here. Don't go out, don't stay alone until morning. Understood?"

You weren't totally sure you could believe him. You remembered well how it ended last time. Ghostface always managed to pass past the security, why would that change now?

When the police left, you were allowed to see Mindy. She was devastated. Fortunately, her girlfriend was here for her.

Yours was holding your hand tight, fingers intertwined with yours. She knew it could've been you as much as you knew it could've been her. At the moment, you were so glad she was safe.

But it was just temporary. It always was.

Ghostface knew when to hit you. Not too soon after the previous attack, not too long after. Just as you started to think it would get better -or at least not worse. Just when hope started coming back.

The moment it hurt the most.

"Can you guys stay here for the rest of the night...?"

"Of course, we're not leaving you alone after that..."

Everyone started to move things around to get confortable for the night. You and Tara sat on the floor, on a blanket, in a corner.

You could hear soft snores, your little group falling asleep one after another. You didn't know how they could sleep in that situation. You couldn't.

Every time you closed your eyes, Ghostface appeared before you, ready to kill all your friends one by one.

You watched as Tara was sleeping on your shoulder. She seemed peaceful. You played with her hair, trying you imagine you were in your room, and it was a normal night.

you didn't realize she was awake, caught into your daydream, until she spoke.

"Are you okay...?" she whispered

You jumped a little.

"I... don't know... you?"

"Same... I just- I just hoped it wouldn't happen again... It's stupid but- I thought it would be different..."

"It's not stupid... I would rather say unrealistic... but- that's horrible but... I'm glad it wasn't you... I don't know what I would do if- if you-"

The words got stuck in your throat, tears blurring your vision again. The simple thought of losing her was unbearable.

"Hey..." she whipped your tears off of your face gently "It's not going to happen okay? I'm not dying, not now. I swear"

She kissed you tenderly, trying to whip your worries away, hand still holding yours. You kissed her back, like it was the last time.

Because it might be. We never know.

"Try to rest a little okay...?"

You nodded, resting your head on hers once she got back in her previous position against you.

You tried not to think about what just happened, or how it could get worse. You tried to empty your mind, only leaving one thought there: Tara.

But it was always when you thought the situation wouldn't get worse that it does.

You should have known the worst was yet to come.

And it would come fast.

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[f10werfae]

Protector, mine

pairing: BF!Chris Evans x GF!Reader

summary: Hi! If you take requests can you write one where reader is home alone when there's a break in while Chris is out with friends?

requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

Chris Evans Masterlist, full masterlist, Taglist form

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Y/n padded around their open pan kitchen gracefully, her boyfriend Chris pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his hands placed onto her chin. “I’ll be back before midnight baby, alright? Ring me if you need anything, I love you so so much” He whispered against her lips, kissing both her cheeks then her nose, causing it to wrinkle adorably in response.

“Okayyy Chris, go enjoy yourself and don’t get too drunk. I’ll be fine, now go you big goof” Y/n laughed pushing her man’s hands from her waist and pushing him towards the front door, even handing him his baseball cap on the way out.

'Finally’ She thought to herself, a night just for her to relax by herself, and of course her baby Dodge who was now looking up at her with his puppy eyes. Giving him a scratch to the ear she went off to her first mission, a lavender scented bubble bath with a lush bath bomb, something Chris had specifically bought for her.

God was he smitten with her. His friends were even surprised he came out tonight, ever since they had started dating 2 years ago he had been on his knees for her basically, he was definitely the happiest he had ever been. Taking off her clothes Y/n settled into the steaming hot water, her hair tied into a bun onto the top of her head, her skin turning in the purple water.

It all started when Chris came into her family’s restaurant that Y/n was helping out in over the Christmas holidays, and Chris couldn’t help but obviously ogle the gorgeous woman in front of him. Her beautiful eyes and caring demeanour immediately attracted him, heck on their first date he even made her a bouquet out of books. Books she had mentioned that were on her reading list during one of their first conversations-

*BANG*

Interrupting her daydreaming session, Y/n sat up a bit more in the tub, but this time more alert. Silence filled the bathroom,

Chris would definitely have called up to here by now?

Not having a good feeling whatsoever, Y/n stood up and put on Chris’ white fluffy robe that she tended to steal often. Dodger’s poor whines calling at her through the en suite bathroom. Opening the door, she knew something was wrong when she heard multiple male voices booming from the downstairs. Her heart basically dropped to her pussy, bless her soul.

Within seconds she went from a state of panic to pure fear, what the fuck do you even do in this situation? What if they were armed?

Hearing footsteps come up the house, she backed herself and Dodger back into the bathroom, turned off the lights and settled them into the corner furthest away from the door. Her hands were shaking as she texted Chris

Y/n: There’s people in the house Chris, I don’t know what to do but i’m calling 911. Do not call me or else they’ll hear

Not even waiting for his response she straight away called 911, and those few seconds of ringing were the worst few seconds of her life. Poor Dodger was whining at his momma, his snout booping her arm to hide under it himself. Y/n was shivering, cursing at herself for putting her clothes into the washing machine before getting into the bath. Now she was stuck and practically naked.

911: 911 What’s your emergency

Y/n heard whispers and shouts coming from the direction of their bedroom, surely they were close by, fuck sake.

Y/n: There’s people that have broken into my house, please come quickly, i’m at (insert address)

911: Ma’am who else is there with you? I’ve dispatched a team, so stay on the line with me

Y/n: U-uh just me and my dog, my boyfriend’s out right now but I’ve let him know-

*Rattle*

Y/n: please please hurry they're trying to get into the room im in

Y/n felt herself freeze, multiple bangs were thrown against the tough bathroom door, which she could only assume was them throwing their shoulders against it; accompanied with the door knob rattling every few seconds.

911: Ma’am they’re on their way I promise, stay on the line with me, you don’t have to talk but stay on the line

Y/n switched the tabs on her phone and saw the spam texts from Chris

Chris: babe what do you mean?

Chris: Hello?

Chris: HELLO

Chris: Did you call 911?

Chris: Y/n are you safe?

Chris: I’m on my way.

And that text was sent 8 minutes ago.

Y/n: Dodger and I are in the bathroom hiding, I don’t know how many there are but the police are on their way. I’m not coming out of here unless you’re the one outside the door

Turning her phone off, she listened to the reassurance coming from the caller, her breath shuttering and her eyes letting tears out from fear. Thankfully the intruders seemed to have just left the bathroom door, probably ransacking the array of jewellery hidden around their shared bedroom.

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Chris’ knuckles whitened on his drive home, dare I say he even ran through a few red lights and speed limits. His girlfriend had sent him that most recent text and Jesus, his heart was going 100 miles an hour.

Approaching their suburban house, Chris saw the police cars lined up and down the street, multiple officers standing by the front door.

“Excuse me officer, my girlfriend is inside” Chris said shoving past them and forcing his way inside to see two officers cuffing two men who were clearly off on some sort of substance, Chris didn’t even want to imagine what they were capable of.

Ignoring the questions and pleas from the officers to calm down, Chris sprinted up the stairs, skipping a few along the way. Their house had absolutely been ransacked, furniture and their beloved items thrown carelessly around the place, photo frames cracked and scrambled. To say he was angry was an understatement, not even words could describe how he was feeling.

“Ma’am it’s okay to come out, it’s police, i’m Officer Birch-“

“I told you, i’m not coming out until my boyfriend is here” He heard her voice say, not the usual jolly sound he loved, but a fragile broken tone.

Going over to the door past the officers,

“Baby? It’s me Chris”

“Chris?”

“It’s me honey, your Chris-“

Before he could even say anything else, the door had been thrown open and his girlfriend was back where she belonged, with him and in his arms. Her body still clad in his white robe as sobs wrecked through her entire body, was this really happening right now?

Chris felt himself sigh in relief knowing that she was safe,

“Sir, we need a statement-“

“Can we leave it to tomorrow bud? It’s late, you can come back tomorrow” Chris whispered, but the silence in the room amplified it. His arms rubbing up and down Y/n’s back, his lips kissing the top of her head. Nodding at Chris, the officers left and the only thing to be heard a few minutes later was the front door clicking shut.

“I-I was so scared, Dodger was scared too. What if they got the bathroom door open-“

“Bunny shh, i’m here, you’re safe now okay?” Chris cupped her face in his hands, his nose nuzzling gently against hers, Y/n’s glossy eyes staring back into his deep blue ones.

“Do we have to stay here Chris? Don’t wanna”

“No baby, i’ve got something set up for us already, you don’t need to worry your pretty head about anything else. Now let’s get you and Dodge all set up and ready to go” Before Chris could even leave the embrace, Y/n had latched onto him shaking her head, his heart breaking even more.

“Alright bunny you stay with me yeah?”

Nodding, Y/n held onto his hand and let him lead her towards her dressed. The shock from the break in still extremely fresh in her mind. Holding onto his shoulders, Chris helped her slip on her underwear and fluffy pyjamas bottoms and then his soft jumper to top it off. In silence Y/n watched Chris pack both their overnight bags, along with Dodger’s who was sitting patiently with his head in Y/n’s lap.

“Come on bunny, let’s get outta here” Chris said softly holding his hand out for her to hold, both of them getting out of the car quickly and into Chris’ car, Y/n not letting go of his hand once.

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“ babe, we’re gonna stay here is that ok?” Chris had driven them to his smaller bungalow almost an hour away, a place they use for small getaways to the countryside. Y/n nodded looking at him with a small smile, feeling a sense of comfort looking at the familiar house.

With Dodger settled in the living room in his bed with his water and food bowl, the pup knocked out from exhaustion almost instantly. Chris frowning at the effect it had on his little companion before following his lover into the small cosy bedroom. Lit up by rosey lamps, Y/n took his hand and led him to the fluffy bed. Her arms wrapping around his torso, her head laying on his pec.

“I was so scared of losing you ya know?” Chris whispered brushing through her hair with his hands, his lips pecking her forehead every so often, her fingers tracing shapes over his bare chest. His clothes discarded onto the floor mindlessly with Y/n whimpering about wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“I love you Chris, thank you for coming as soon as possible. I-I was terrified and I still am to be honest. I know with you i’m safe”

“I-I love you so much more baby, you don’t even understand. I will never let any bastard come near you again, and it never should have happened. I’m sorry I couldn’t have done more though”

“You’ve done all you can Chris, and you’ve done more than enough by just being here with me”

Chris tilted her head up and kissed her lips softly, his lips travelling to her cheeks and neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed wet kisses; something he knew comforted her. One of her legs wrapped around his waist so she was fully on him, her lips pecking his chest softly before laying her head down.

Thankfully soon enough, Chris watched her eyes close peacefully, the stress of the day leaving her for now. All Chris knew was that he would be with her every step of the way during this whole ordeal, so much that he couldn’t help but steal another kiss from her lips, her lips smiling subconsciously in her sleep. His hands up under his jumper that she was wearing, lazily drawing shapes onto her back, her soft breaths filling the room.

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[alivingtypo]

I take notes when i watch new episodes so may i introduce my completely sane and succinct thoughts while watching 7x09

911 7x09 ashes, ashes 

wheel of fortune is fun 

Starting ahhhh the medal ceremony

Buck sitting between Tommy and Eddie is insane

I’m so proud of them omg 

Bobby’s proud face

Bobby MEDAL OF VALOUR

oh no Bobby 

Oh no Bobby 

Chim and maddie are so sweet

RAVI MY BOY

Tommy and buck are cute tho 

Oh fuck 

Gerard 

Homophobic cunt 

I love when Maddie interacts with others

Bobby freaking out ahh

Oh no the mayor or whatever councilwoman 

Oh my god I’m going to lose it if she fucks with the Wilson family I’m gonna lose it 

Oh my god talk you out of something RESIGNATION FUCK I WAS RIGHT 

BOBBY RETIRING 

IM FREAKING OUT 

WHO IS GOING TO REPLACE HIM 

if they split up the 118 I’m gonna throw up 

For fucks sake Eddie

A rowboat with your dead wife’s doppelgänger

WHAT WHY YOU SEEM SO FAMILIAR

this is wild 

Eddie pull yourself together she is not your wife or your girlfriend (or your husband) 

She’s really digging right to the core of him 

Amir is back 

Athena stop breaking the law 

Athena and Amir friendship feels right 

Is Bobby gonna kill himself bc I can’t handle that 

Bobby I’m going to cry 

He’s looking at his family 

Why is the music making this so much worse

His last call with the team maybe 

Bobby calling her Mother hen then looking at buck and Eddie 

He’s dading Ravi I’m gonna cry 

He’s having a dad moment with everyone one last time 

“What are you making” Not me you” “you’re the chef tonight”

Buck being the new 118 chef I’m gonna throw up

Bobby stop it 

Buck loved Bobby’s approval 

I’m crying 

Buck is so cute god

Father son moment I’m gonna throw up 

“Here’s to seven more” 

DAD SON DATING TALK MOMENT 

IM GONNA THROW UP 

OH NO 

KIM BUCK IS SEEING KIM

BUCK WATCH OUT 

HES LIKE FUCK 

WHO DID YOU SAY YOU WERE

Would you mind giving these to him for me. Bucks gonna go to Eddie’s and it’s gonna end bad 

DIAZ HOUSE 

HES LIKE WHY IS BUCK HERE 

BACK DOOR LMAO

MIRRORING THE SHANNON AT THE FIREHOUSE SCENE FUCK

EDDIE PLS BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL

they’re gonna argue aren’t they

It’s not like we’re having an affair GURL BE REAL RN 

I’m worried about you SAME 

The Wilson’s and Hans are so sweet

I’m gonna cry I love them 

Oh no fucking councilwoman is meddling isn’t she

We’re halfway through and I’m shaking 

Kim is shocked at least he told her I guess 

But I’m not her (pls let this be the end of it) 

Ok at lease he’s apologising 

Pls tell her you have a girlfriend

I want Marisol to walk in 

Eddie pls go to therapy

I think she was (the love of my life) girl rose coloured glasses 

Unfinished business

Omg he’s gonna say everything to her for closure (and then Marisol can walk in) 

Amir at the grant Nash house

I’m sweating 

Amir and councilwoman team up would end the world

Amir getting very angry Bobby is gonna lose it 

Oh no Bobby and Athena fight 

Getting your affairs in order oh my god no 

Bobby therapy pls 

Bobby baby 

Bobby and Athena are so sweet together

Pls communicate losers

Councilwoman I’m gonna fight you 

If councilwoman swoops in and takes Mara I’m gonna throw up 

She’s gonna ruin everything I’m gonna throw up

This is so fucked up

I’m gonna throw up

This is so fucked 

I’m gonna fight the councilwoman

Eddie oh god is that Marisol 

WHAT THE FUCK 

SHES DRESSED UO AS SHANNON WHAT 

OK SO MAYBE FOR CLOSURE BUT THIS IS FUCKED 

THE PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE

he’s going for it 

Ok this is fucked but also kinda sweet

If they end up in bed I’m suing 

Go to therapy 

This is fucked 

I want Marisol to walk in 

YESSS 

CHRIS NO 

Bobby’s fucking house 

Pls 

Why is his dad in the kitchen ok dream ok 

Bobby mental break 

NOT THE BOOK 

ALL THE PEIPLE YOU DIDNT SAVE

YOU WERE A CHILD 

do you smell that

Fuck the poor house 

Not the garden that’s where the family all get together 

Athena oh no

Oh no oh no 

It’s gonna end on this isn’t it 

Oh my god 

Why isn’t Athena waking up

Oh my god 

The poor house 

NOOO NOT A HEART ATTSCK

HIS HEART STOPPED FUCK OFF

NO IF THEY KILL BOBBY IM DEAD 

THATS A CRUEL ENDING 

TRAILER 

Athena waking up and no Bobby

On a ventilator 

THIS IS FUCKED

so yeah i obviously have a very very clear mind while watching my weewoo show

[cherubharrington]

Warning: head injury, blood, a panicked Steve

Editing me: shit forgot to mention this story was inspired by one written here. Where reader falls off of maxs skateboard. So yeah I wanted to write a hurt/comfort story

The first time Steve cried around you and the kids, was when you had accidentally cracked your skull. You’d been playing around with the kids, chasing after Lucas.Forgetting that your mom had just mopped the floor. When you slipped and hit your head, knocking the wind out of you. At first you were to disoriented to realize what had happened. Your eyes were scanning the room, reaching your arms around to grasp where you were. You could taste the metallic taste of blood.

“Steve! Something- something bad happened!” Lucas is yelling but you can’t move. Max is on the floor, trying to help you. —Everything begins to blur.

“Shit. Shit. He’s going to freak.” Was that Dustin?

“Hey, can you hear me? It’s me, Mike. Hey.” But it’s like their voices are swimming and becoming one single voice.

Someone hits the floor but you’re not sure who. Not until someone yanks you into their arms. You hiss out from the pain of being moved so abruptly. —They’re wailing, you’d never heard anyone wail in such a panicked way. Your heart lurches.

“Robin! Call 911! Robin! God, Robin!” It sounds like your boyfriend, Steve. But everything is beginning to turn black at the edges.

“S-Stevie.” Is all that comes out of mouth. You can barely see him but there’s tears in his eyes.

“I’m here, baby. Just hold on, okay. Please, please don’t die on me. Please. I need you.”

You try to nod your head, but it hurts too much to move.

After a while, the ambulance finally comes. You’re on a stretcher, your eyes staring at nothing.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:

It takes hours and Steve isn’t relenting. He’s pacing the waiting room, back and forth.

“Steve, we understand you’re nervous. But you’re making everyone around us nervous too. Please sit down and have some water.” Robin says, trying to persuade her best friend to sit down.

“You should- you should have seen her, Robin. She was-.” He can’t form anymore sentences because he’s crying. Crying in her arms. Robin holds him close, rubbing his back.

“I know. I know. She’s going to be o-okay, I promise.” Steve can tell she’s crying now too because he can feel her tears falling down near where his head was on her arm.

Your mom and dad are talking to a doctor. He’s explaining that so far you’d been responsive. That they just need to add stitches to the back of your head. You’d lost a lot of blood, though.

“Come here, Nino.” Your mom tells him, he’s instantly placed in her arms. She holds him so tight, he knows how scared she must be too. The kids had stayed behind, Steve knew being in a hospital was going to be too much for them. So he said he’ll update them as much as he could.

Night comes and it’s the first time Steve can’t sleep. Because usually you’re with him. Not tonight, tonight you’re in a hospital room.

“It’s going to be okay.” Robin says.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:

“Steve, wake up. We have news.” It’s your dad, Steve awakes with a strain in his neck. Blinking a few times, trying to remember where he is. Finally, everything comes back to him and he’s getting up so fast. Your dad moves backwards.

“Is she okay? Is she-.” He doesn’t want to say it but he waits. Waits for their response.

“She’s okay, she’s awake. Come on.”

The first thing he wants to do is get flowers for you. But he’s too eager to see you first. You’re staring at the ceiling when he walks in with your parents to see you. There’s a tray over your bed, with orange juice and breakfast. But you don’t seem interested in it.

Your mom instantly runs into your arms and then your dad. Finally, once they’ve spoken to you. They leave Steve with you. Robin had left hours ago to work.

“I was so scared, I was scared you were going to die on me.” He’s crying all over again and he’s holding your hand so tightly. You look at him with worry.

“I wasn’t going to leave you. J-just like that.” He kisses your hand over and over. Then his lips are on you, pecking. You pull away first to touch his face. To know he’s with you.

“I’m sorry I scared you back there.”

Steve let’s our a dry chuckle and he continues to kiss your hand.

“You almost gave me a heart attack.”

The door opens again and Robin is coming in with the kids. Dustin and Lucas instantly run on the other side of the bed to stand near you. Will and El stay back as Max and Mike approach your bed.

“You really hurt yourself back there. We were scared we lost you.” Dustin says.

“You doing okay?” Lucas asks.

“Does your head still hurt?” Max asks.

“Alright, alright, let the girl breath.” Steve says as you chuckle.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. And yeah, only a little. It could have been worse.” You say, everyone is asking you questions. Steve is still holding your hand and not letting you. You squeeze his hand to assure him, you’re okay now, everything was going to be okay.

[bucks-daddy-issues]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @neverevan @made-ofmemories and @diazsdimples thank you!

How many works do you have on ao3?

6! I only started writing a little over a year ago and I am a very, very slow writer.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

68,008

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 only at the moment.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos:

I got a bed but I’d rather be in ours tonight (6.7k, Buddie, Explicit) Thighs and Eyes (3.7k, Buddie, Explicit) Kiss your lips blue (7k, Buddie, Explicit) I'll Be Your Gift, Give You Something Good To Celebrate (6.4k, Buddie, Explicit) Sweet Nothing (37.8k, Buddie, Teen and up)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!!! Every time, comments absolutely make my day and I don't feel like my responses ever do justice to just how giddy I am when I get a nice comment!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think any of my fics are even remotely angsty (though maybe some in the near future might be idk idk) but I don't think I could ever write something with an angsty ending. Happy endings only over here.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think all of my fics have very happy endings but I'll go with Sweet Nothing maybe, as it's super happy with also hints at even more happiness in their future too. :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far no, thank god.

9. Do you write smut?

Most definitely, four of the six fics I have up are smut but I always like to put a lot of plot in there too!

10. Craziest crossover?

I don't write crossovers, it's just not my thing personally.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, I really hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, put people are welcome to as long as they link my fic :)

13. Have you co-written a fic before?

No but I hope to soon!

14. All time favorite ship?

Buddie buddie buddie buddie buddie

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a few I started when I first got into 911 that would need some crazy reworking to still make sense but I'm still hopeful lol. The hangover au is really hanging on by a thread because the 911 writers blatantly stole my idea to steal the hangover movie's idea (jk) I'll definitely still write it but it's kinda been put on hold.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at writing descriptively? I also get some lovely comments on how I write emotions which makes me very happy :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think my pacing could use a lot of work. Sometimes things feel a little too fast and other times I go on for too long. My dialogue can also be hit or miss depending on the character.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I can't speak any language other than English and like super basic Irish so I just don't trust myself to write in another language well. If I had someone's help I would be open to it though.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

I think I wrote one direction fics back when I was like 12-15 but I only actually posted one fic before I started writing for 911 and that was destiel about a decade ago (and it was deleted like 6 months later)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Ahhhh I'm not sure, I have things I both love and hate about all of them, but I think I have to pick Sweet Nothing because I put my heart and soul into that fic for months and it inspired me to keep writing longer fics.

I feel like most people have already been tagged so sorry if you've already done this, but tagging: @wikiangela @watchyourbuck @spagheddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @rogerzsteven

@jesuisici33 @sunshinediaz @daffi-990 @rainbow-nerdss @theotherbuckley

+ whoever else wants to do it!

[thewolvesof1998]

get to know your fic writer + WIP Snippet

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend 

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

God, I definitely posted 1D fics on Wattpad back in the day, probably in 2013 but I started posting again only in June of this year. 

First character(s) you wrote for:

It was probably something 1D related either Larry or an OC/Harry Styles

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Buck and Eddie of course. 

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Hmmm I don’t have anything planned, I’m just following the hyperfixation but probably someone from the 911 world, maybe Ravi or May?

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

9-1-1

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck and Chris- you can't really avoid Buck as Chris's other parent when writing Buddie. Bobby and Buck- another father-and-son relationship. Eddie and Sophia- the Diaz siblings. The entire firefam I suppose.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck/Eddie

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Not Beta Read, One Shot and Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz 

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

I haven't written in weeks but the inspiration hit tonight so here a bit from a new wip- something for Halloween:

Eddie could hear the creak of the tree outside as the wind tumbled through its branches, someone calling for their dog a few doors down and a motorcycle roaring down the street adjacent to his. He could also hear Buck’s heartbeat, its usual slow and steady thump, thump, thump. Normally he would hear Christopher's soft breaths and fluttering heartbeat from the room down the hall but the house is empty tonight.  He can still taste the tequila from the shots they’d decided were a good idea after finishing their usual six pack. The alcohol warming his stomach, making his limbs feel like they belonged to someone else. Without thinking about it, they place themselves on Buck’s broad chest, his skin a contrast to the dark blue button-up Buck decided to wear tonight. Eddie can feel the sharp intake of breath beneath them and his eyes drag themselves up to Buck’s face. His usually pale skin is flushed ever so slightly, confusion dragging his eyebrows together in a look that would be comical if Eddie wasn’t so damn in love with him.  “Eds?” Buck whispers, so quiet that if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing he wouldn’t have heard it. Eddie doesn’t respond, not verbally at least, he just steps in closer, placing his forehead on Buck’s shoulder, face tucked into his neck. Buck’s hands automatically come up to rest on his arms and Eddie thinks just for a moment that he’s going to push him away but instead, Buck’s fingers curl around his biceps, holding him tightly.  Eddie breathes in, taking in Buck’s scent, citrus, honeycomb and sunshine on snow, it’s just as intoxicating as the alcohol. He’s nuzzling into Buck’s neck chasing that scent before he can stop himself. Buck shudders but doesn’t pull away instead, he bares his neck and tries to relax despite the vulnerable position. Buck has to know he’s not going to hurt him, Eddie could never hurt him.  He opens his mouth and sucks in a breath, “Buck…” his name is as sweet as the taste of him on Eddie’s tongue. It so distracting that he forgets what he is going to say and instead, his hands slide up and one around Buck’s neck and into his hair, using the grip to tilt his head so Eddie has better access. Buck gasps, his fingers digging in painfully before relaxing again but Eddie barely registers it, drowning in Buck’s scent until it was just Buck and only him.  Eddie’s teeth and claws lengthen as the primal need takes control, he manages to loosen his grip enough to avoid piercing Buck, the need to protect is just as strong as the need to mark and claim. 

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