#i just wanna watch 911 and nothing else

[kay-claire]

I am getting very close to having caught up on all of 9-1-1, and I think what I really like about this show over other procedurals (and this is mostly based off of Grey's Anatomy, which is the procedural I have watched the most of) is that the main cast has been SO steady. Like there's not a revolving door of characters leaving or getting killed off. When my favourite character gets injured I know they have some very thick plot-armour and will probably not die. Only one main character has left permanently (the 911 operator from season 1),and even she came back for a special episode. (okay also Athena's ex and her son left too, but they were always more secondary characters than main ones. And they didn't DIE.)

Like there's so much more of a tight-knitted family dynamic in this show than any other procedural I've ever watched. It has more of a feeling of a comedy cast than a drama cast in that way.

And the writing for the characters is always consistent. Like with House MD, House's opinions would change so much episode to episode (like one ep he'll be a trans ally, and the next he's a transphobe, just because that's what the plot and the writer needed him to be), but in this show every character has a distinct personality, they all have growth moments, and like yeah sometimes the writers fuck around with tormenting some characters with trauma, but they also all get chances to be funny and goofy too.

Also, everyone's not constantly fucking each other and then having fights over it and their character becoming obsolete - if a ship sails it might have some bumpy weather but the ship never sinks once it gets going.

Like, it's just really NICE. It's consistent in a way that these sort of shows, that usually need to have a lot of shock value to them, don't usually have. All the shock value comes from the cases and natural disasters they deal with instead of from killing off your favourite character every season. I don't think I'd have gotten through this many seasons so quickly (quick for me, at least) if the main cast weren't so strong and loveable.

[specialagentlokitty]

Buck x reader - my happiness

Hi! I love all your fics. This is my first time asking but please like the shy reader is Buck (911) shy girlfriend and pretty adorable like every single day walking around the station visiting Buck all day every day, just being his good luck charm ♥️ thank you 😊 hope it’s ok - Anon💜

Buck stood looking at his phone for the time and he put it back in his pocket, grinning as he faced the open doors of the station.

“What’s he doing?” Eddie whispered.

“Oh my god you’ve not seen it yet have you?” Hen whispered back.

“Seen what?!” Eddie asked confused.

Hen and Chim grinned, and looked back to Buck who was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.

They watched him reach out, take a bag and set it on the ground.

“Takeaway?” Eddie asked.

“Nope.” Chim smirked.

Buck opened his arms and you smiled softly up at him, padding over you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest and he hugged your tightly, moving you from side to side.

You smiled softly as you leant him lean down and kiss the top of your head.

“You wait here every day..” you whispered.

“Because you come to this spot everyday..” he whispered back.

You stepped back and smiled up at him, reaching up, you placed your hand on the side of his face and he leant into your touch, closing his eyes.

“Who is that?” Eddie whispered.

“That’s (Y/N), Bucks girlfriend.”

Eddie turned to look at Bobby.

“Girlfriend? He never said he had a girlfriend.”

“She’s pretty shy, sometimes she’ll talk to us sometimes she won’t. But every single day, without fail she comes here at the same time.” Hen smiled.

You ran you thumb along his cheek and he opened his eyes, reaching up he placed his hand over yours, kissing your palm.

“Let’s go eat lunch.” He smiled.

Buck took the bag, and he held his hand out to you and you took it, lacing your fingers with his he took you up the stairs and set the bag on the table.

You both held light conversation as you ate, and you could feel Buck wrapped one of his legs around yours making you smile.

“What’re you doing Evan Buckley?” You asked.

“Nothing.”

You hummed a little, looking at you leg trapped between his, so you put your other leg over his and he laughed.

“How long are you staying for?” He asked.

You shrugged a little and he nodded his head, getting up to bin the trash and you sat watching him with a smile on your face.

Getting up, you made your way to the stairs and began to walk down, and Buck was right behind you, standing next to you when you stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

“I have to clean the truck, do you wanna come with me?”

You looked up at your boyfriend and held out your hand to him and he took it, leading you to the truck he got you to sit on the back of it while he gathered everything he needed.

You waved at Chim and Hen who were in the ambulance next to the truck and they waved back at you.

Buck brought everything back over and you stood up, just happily watching him.

Wherever he went, if you could, you’d follow him, and if not you would wait wherever he asked you to wait.

When you had to leave you hugged him tightly and he kissed the top of your head.

“Message me when you get back.”

You nodded your head and kissed his cheek as you wondered away.

And again the next day you came back, at the exact same time and this time you noticed it wasn’t Buck waiting for you, it was someone else.

“Sorry Buck is out at the minute, he asked me to take you upstairs when you came, I’m Eddie. You’re (Y/N) right?”

You nodded your head and followed Eddie up the stairs and you sat down on the couch.

“Have you and Buck been dating long?”

You nodded again, and he smiled softly.

He left you be, not wanting to make you uncomfortable but when Buck came back Eddie told him where you were.

Buck all but ran up the stairs and to the couch where he threw himself next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

Laughing softly, you rested your head on his lap as you laid down and looked up at him.

“I knew you’d be waiting for me, I had the best call every.”

Buck rambled on about the call he had just been on, and you held his hand listening happily to everything he told you.

He looked down at you and smiled softly, brushing his fingers through your hair as he gazed at you in pure wonder.

“Maybe you’re my lucky charm..” he whispered.

You smiled at him and he leant down, giving you a gentle kiss before he pulled away.

“It’s definitely you..”

[magnoliabloomfield]

The new label “Pick Me Girl” and the return of Y2K fashion made me realize something. If you were a teen in the 2000’s, no matter what kind of girl you were, you were a pick me girl.

But! It wasn’t your fault. During your most developmental sponge like years they drowned you in Pick Me Propaganda.

We had music:

“I’d rather be anything but ordinary please.”- Avril

“Never wore cover up, always beat the boys up.”-Avril

“She’s like so whatever, you could do so much better, I think we should get together now.”-Avril

“Paper, or plastic, don’t matter, she’ll have it. Vacations and shopping sprees, these are a few of her favorite things. She’ll get what she wants if she’s willing to please, his type of girl ways comes with a fee. Hey now there’s nothing for free. Girls don’t like boys girls like cars and money. Boys will laugh at girls when they’re not funny.”-Good Charlotte

“Christina wouldn’t wanna meet her, she hates you Brittany so you better run for cover. My girl, is a hot girl, a riot girl and she’s taking on the world. Emergency call 911 she’s pissed off at everyone.”-Good Charlotte

“Never win first place, don’t support the team, can’t take direction and my socks are never clean… LA told me you’ll be a pop star, all you have to change is everything you are. Tired of being compared to damn Brittany Spears, she’s so pretty, that just ain’t me.”-P!nk

“The waiter just took my table, gave it to Jessica Simps.”-P!nk

“She doesn’t get your humor like I do… I’m listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like and she’ll never know your story like I do. But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts, she’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers…. She wears high heels I wear sneakers…”-Taylor Swift

“Im not a supermodel, I still eat McDonalds… who says I can’t wear my converse with my dress, well baby that’s just me.”-Demi Lovato

“Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me”-Pussycat Dolls

“I’m the kind of girl that hangs with the guys, like a fly on the wall with my secret eyes. Taking it in try to be feminine with my makeup bag watching all the sin. Misfit, I sit, lit up, wicked. Everybody else surrounded by the girls with the tank tops and flirty words.”-No Doubt

“I’m no queen, I’m no machine, I still go to Taco Bell, raw as hell, I don’t care, I’m still real.”-Fergie

“Everybody’s looking at me now, like who’s that chick that’s rockin kicks, she gotta be from out of town. It’s so hard with my girls not around me, it’s definitely not a Nashville party. Cause all I see are stilettos, guess I never got the memo.”-Miley

And we had movies like

Cinderella Story and how she’s different because she eats burgers instead of salad and worked hard.

10 Things I Hate About You where Kat still tried too hard and wasn’t herself, she was so I to the idea that you have to be what others want you to be that she consciously chose to be the exact opposite instead of doing what she liked because she liked it.

Mean Girls where you’re different if you’re secure and confident in your own body and not an insecure catty girl.

What a Girl Wants where your cultural difference makes you better and also walking on the beach and having a steady hand with nail polish is superior to getting a pedicure.

And how many of them depicted a nerdy “ugly” girl taking off her glasses, practicing basic hygiene, adding some lip gloss and oh now her crush can see she exists and falls in love with her. Or girls are rivals over some guy who isn’t even worth it.

So, no matter if you were preppy or punk, you were putting in the same amount of effort to not be something else, which is where the return of Y2K fashion comes into play.

Whatever you were trying so hard not to be in the 2000’s or your teens in general, do it now. I bet there was something you secretly wanted from the other side and wouldn’t indulge in because you had your superiority to uphold.

I Wanna see a retired grunge skater girl in a juicy tracksuit with oversized purse and sunglasses. I wanna see a former Paris Hilton minion learn to skateboard in some unnecessarily puffy skate shoes and a neck tie over their tank top.

Also anyone who was too poor or repressed by their strict parents to finally get the things you most wanted at that age but never had.

Now we can retrospectively look back and pick and choose the good stuff from that era, like my ass crack is way too long now for low rise jeans, I’ll never wear them below my hip bones ever again, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is we need to take this opportunity to heal our Y2K selves, have a redo, “I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger” whole thing. So many of us have shed our pick me girl ways and whole heartedly embraced Women Supporting Women, so let’s redo the amazing fashion time that was the 2000’s with that mentality.

“Most girls are smart and strong and beautiful. Most girls work hard go far we are unstoppable. Most girls, our fight to make everyday, no two are the same. I wanna be like I wanna be like Most Girls.”

[headoverheelsforramsey]

The Ring Fiasco

Book : Open Heart (post series)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : When Ethan misplaces his engagement ring, Meera and her girls come up with a plan to teach him a lesson.

Category : Fluff

Warnings : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 2041

Trope : Friends Intervene, Jealous

A/N : This fic was originally written in August of last year, but I was waiting for CFWC's you go girls event to post it and then accidentally deleted it while making space for notes during finals week. 🤡 So I wrote this very quickly and on very less amount of sleep, so please be kind. Participating in @choicesficwriterscreations You Go Girls Event, @choicesflashfics Week #31 prompt, which will appear in bold and @choiceschallenge-may2023 : Engagement. Happy Reading. ❤️

Meera stood near the nurse's station, not so secretly watching her fiancé talk to an overly friendly woman. She forcefully tore her eyes away or she might just blow up from jealousy.

“Damn Bose, if you wanna stalk someone atleast don’t make it that obvious,” Jackie handed over her tablet and stood beside her.

“Ooh! Stalking? Sounds fun! Who is the target though?” Sienna followed shortly, smiling at the nurse at the station and picking up a patient report.

“It's nothing guys,” Meera sneakily looked up at Ethan and the mystery woman, but it was enough to draw the attention of the two other doctors.

“Yikes!” Sienna remarked, as the woman in question laughed at something Ethan had said, playfully hitting his arm.

“Jeez, go easy on the PDA, the man has a ring on him,” Jackie followed.

“I know!” Meera sighed.

"But who is she?" Sienna asked, quickly stealing a glance.

"That question has been burning in my mind since morning!" Meera replied. "Who is she and why the hell is she flirting with my fiancé?"

"Should I reverse image search her?" Jackie suggested, "because it looks like the identity of this mystery woman is eating your soul."

"Who, she?" a third voice made Meera look up, she was greeted with Tobias' smug face. "That's Dr. Emily Chester," he informed.

"Who?" the girls said, collectively.

"Professionally or personally?" Tobias asked, but Meera's glare didn't make him wait for an answer.

"Both. Got it. Professionally, she is one of the biggest names in endocrinology. Personally?" Tobias deliberately stopped enjoying Meera's agony a little too much. "She was at Hopkins, a couple years junior to us, and she had a huge thing for Ethan."

“And?” Meera pressed for more information. “What about Ethan?”

“In true Ethan manner, he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, too heartbroken over she-who-shall-not-be-named and walls too high and thick to let anyone else in.”

“But what is she doing here?”

“I hit up Kyra, apparently, she will be joining as an attending, as Dr. Stanley is stepping back to go into research after receiving a grant from NIH,” Sienna informed. “She was supposed to join from Monday but decided to come in today to settle in before starting work, Ethan is showing her around.”

“Nice! She hasn’t changed at all,” Tobias smirked and was immediately met with three angry glares, “I… I think I’m being paged… be right back,” Tobias exited.

“The settling in excuse is utter bullshit!” Meera said.

“Agreed! She just wants to get into his pants,” Jackie stated.

“Jackie! Don’t say stuff like that!” Sienna reprimanded.

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Don’t listen to her! Kyra texted she can cut their tour short and get Ethan back in the office under the ruse of a meeting,” Sienna showed Meera her phone. “What do you say?”

“I don’t know Si, it seems a little far fetched, and besides I trust Ethan,” Meera looks at him once again, enthusiastically speaking about the latest testing technology, completely oblivious to the flirtatious looks he receives from his audience.

“You are a better person than I am,” Sienna squeezed her hand.

The familiar sound of a pager made Meera look down, “I gotta go, my intern’s paging 911.”

The remaining two doctors get to work, and shortly after Ethan walks up to them, Emily Chester following him like a puppy.

“Good morning Dr. Varma, Dr. Trinh,” he greeted.

As Jackie fixed him with a stone cold glare Sienna put on a fake smile and greeted him back.

“I was meaning to introduce you to Dr. Emily Chester, the newest addition to our Edenbrook family. Dr. Chester, this is Dr. Varma one of our finest young attendings and Dr. Trinh who is already board certified in internal medicine and is now pursuing a fellowship in pediatrics,” as Ethan made introductions, pointing to each of them, both Sienna and Jackie noticed something unusual. They looked at each other making sure that they weren't imagining things.

“I thought I saw Meera here?” Ethan asked.

“She is busy, you know saving lives, managing a team being freaking awesome,” Sienna blurted out.

“What she means to say is Meera has a consult,” Jackie tries to avert, “and so do we. So if you’ll excuse us.”

With a small smile and a curt nod the two of them disappear around the corner. Ethan stares at their retreating figures, confused about what just happened and amused at the very weird conversation he had.

“Did you see it? Please tell me I’m wrong,” Sienna said.

“Nope. You are correct, it's missing,” Jackie replied.

“We need to find Meera ASAP.”

The two of them didn’t have to wander the halls of Edenbrook much longer as Meera’s angry Ramsey-like voice blared through the hospital floor.

“The incompetence is unacceptable! You work with literal life and death, so you can’t afford to make mistakes,” Meera shouted at an intern who seemed like she was about to cry.

“I’m… I am… sorry Dr. Bose,” she mumbled timidly.

“Sorry? What am I supposed to do with your sorry? Apologize to that man’s wife and kids…” “Okay, that's enough,” Sienna stopped Meera before she could continue with her rage fest.

“I think Dr. …,” Jackie glanced at the intern’s ID badge, “Baker has learned her lesson, and we can continue with our day.” With that she dispels the crowd that had formed.

“That was very unlike you,” Sienna said, worried.

“And very like Ramsey,” Jackie added.

“I don’t know guys, Emily Chester just doesn't feel right to me, and I might be taking it out on the wrong people,” Meera sighed.

“Yeah about that…” Jackie shared a look with Sienna, “we found out something.”

“Ethan doesn't have his engagement ring on him.”

“Wait a second. Pause and rewind … what did you just say?”

Jackie and Sienna quickly update Meera about all the incidents and their findings.

“But why?” Meera asks, hopeless.

“Told you men are no good,” Jackie says and quickly receives a nudge from Sienna.

“Look we don’t know, but I believe there is an explanation,” Sienna consoles her fellow dolphin.

“I… I can help,” the intern from before said shyly.

“Not now Baker!”

“I mean I… might know why Dr. Ramsey didn’t have his ring on.”

The three older doctors stare at her.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“Spill. Now,” Meera said.

“Okay,” the intern takes a deep breath before steading herself, “I had to call a code blue on the third floor today, and I panicked. There weren’t any attendings or senior residents nearby, so Dr. Ramsey came in. I saw him removing his ring before slipping on gloves and taking over CPR.”

Meera visibly relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

“See! I told you there was an explanation,” Sienna chimed joyfully.

“But why hasn’t he put it back on?” Jackie retorted.

“He might have just forgotten. He is the chief, cut him some slack, Jackie.”

“It might be a mistake,” Meera said thoughtfully, “but he needs to learn a lesson. Baker, did you see where he put the ring after removing it?”

“In his pocket!” Dr. Baker replies without wasting a second.

“Good! Get me your intern friends, I have a plan,” Meera smiled mischievously, the wheels of her brain already turning.

Later that day Meera crossed the atrium, she looked at her watch, according to the intel she had collected from Kyra Ethan was supposed to be here any minute. Five minutes later she spotted him descending the stairs, undoubtedly followed by none other than Dr. Emily Chester. They make eye contact and Ethan smiles at her, taking long strides to reach her. Meera looks over to Baker from the corner of her eye, who was hiding in plain sight. It was time to set her plan in motion.

“Hey! I have been trying to catch you all day, where have you been?” Ethan said, holding Meera’s hand.

“Hi, I know, it’s just been one of those days,” Meera replied, smiling.

“Anyways, I wanted to introduce you to Dr. Emily Chester, world renowned endocrinologist and a fantastic diagnostician as well.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“Likewise, Dr.?” Emily looked at Ethan to complete introductions.

“Dr. Bose. Our best diagnostician, head of the DT, my favorite mentee, and my fia…”

Right on Meera’s signal, a horde of interns led by Baker swarm Dr. Chester.

“OH MY GOD! Aren’t you Emily Chester?!” one said.

“You are literally my medical hero,” another one added.

“I am so fascinated by your latest paper,” a third joined.

As the crowd separated Dr. Chester from the couple Meera takes advantage of the chaos and stealthily picks up the ring from Ethan’s pocket.

“What is wrong with them?” As Ethan is about to reprimand the interns, Meera brings his attention back to her.

“Babe don’t you think you are missing something?”

Ethan’s brows furrow, he thinks about all the important birthdays and anniversaries, date nights and meetings, when unable to come to a conclusion he follows Meera’s gaze to his fingers and notices the missing ring.

“Christ!” he curses under his breath. “Listen rookie, trust me this was an honest mistake…” he searches for the ring in all his pockets.

“Looking for this?” Meera holds up the ring in front of him.

“Look, Meera I am deeply sorry, I meant to put it back on after running a code and one thing happened after another and it slipped my mind. I am extremely sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“I know babe,” Meera smiled. “But I’m not about to hand it over to you that easily.”

“Don’t do something stupid rookie,” Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose very familiar with the mischievous gleam in his fiancée’s eyes.

Meera went down on one knee, holding the ring in hand. The entire hospital had been gushing about Meera’s reverse proposal to Ethan by the dreamy Lake Louise a couple months back, so when given the chance to witness it in person and with the power of the Edenbrook rumor mill, quite a crowd had gathered around, clicking pictures, cheering and hooting.

Ethan shaked his head, a smile lining the corner of his mouth.

Meera looked at Emily, enjoying the look of pure disbelief and surprise on her face.

“Dr. Ethan Jonah Ramsey, will you let me be a colossal pain in your ass for this lifetime?”

Ethan joined Meera on the ground, “a hundred times over.”

They kiss with the Edenbrook crowd going feral. Everyone comes up to them to congratulate the happy couple.

As the crowd thins out Dr. Chester speaks, “well I guess congratulations are in order, “ she smiles politely. “But I’ll have to say, I had never imagined Dr. Ethan Ramsey would tie the knot.”

“I agree with you Chester, I had never imagined myself as well, but what can I say she brings out the best in me,” Ethan replied grinning ear to ear at Meera.

“So when's the wedding?”

“In a month,” Meera informs.

“In a month!” Emily shouts, surprised, “don’t you think it’s too soon?” She looks at Ethan, convinced that he has been wrongfully roped into a marriage.

The couple chuckle, a knowing look between the two, “we have been engaged a long time now,” Ethan said.

“This is the third proposal between the two of us. I just meant to include our Edenbrook family and that also means you, now that you are supposed to join us as well,” Meera fixes Emily with the most innocent smile and earnest look.

Dr. Chester matches her smile, “well, then I won’t keep you two from your celebrations. I’ll sign the papers on Monday, Eth…,” she stops, quickly rectifying herself, “I mean Dr. Ramsey.”

As Dr. Emily Chester moves away, their friends surround them.

“That was one hell of a way to prove a point,” Sienna declared.

“Yes you might have just peed all over him to mark your territory,” Jackie joked.

“Great idea!” Meera exclaimed. “Let’s save that for when he misplaces the wedding ring!”

As the entire group breaks into laughter, Tobias says, “you are in for a rollercoaster ride, my man!”

“I know, but she is so worth it,” Ethan says, kissing Meera, deeply.

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

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[hotdadlicense]

hmmm top 5 shows, top 5 animals aaaaand top 5 scenes from any show/movie

loren please..... i lve you.

top five SHOWS.

the walking dead - ................. like it has to be said. i'm so sorry. it didn't even really go 'bad' for me like it did lose me for a hot minute or two there originally but like. when i rewatched i was like no actually i love it here. i love this hot mess. and i tragically fucking do. could really do with bringing certain characters back etc or just dissappearing some storylines but like. i do fucking love it.

breaking bad - i didnt even KNOW what i was in for i was just like this'll be fine this'll be chill. and then my life changed forever y'know.

it's always sunny in philadelphia - my go-to show to have on in the background, to have on when im sick, to have on when i need a laugh, to have on when im feeling miserable, to have on when i just wanna feel like Myself. can probably quote like. every episode by this point.

black sails - literally don't even need to explain this one. bs is already tumblr critically acclaimed. if i could go back in time and watch the season two last two episodes for the first time all over again, i would in a heartbeat. the girl that existed in my bedroom when watching those eps? never seen her before and i'll never be her again.

911 - listen. it TRULY is tv show of all time. u KNOW this i know you know this. u can't put eddie diaz in a tv show and not have it change the lives of millions.

top fIVE animals.

SHARKS. sharks sharks sharks sharks sharks all types all kinds theyre all my children

foxes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please the fennec fox my BABY

long maned wolf.

dogs!

snakes. also HOW is your snake btw i miss them

top 5 scenes!

lets revisit black sails again and say season two finale as a whole? but also the 'in the light there is discovery' forest speech in the series finale............................i get chills like every time. WAIT ALSO 'my name is John Silver. and i've got a Long Fucking Memory.' INSANE acting also idk if this is really technically 'top five scenes' worthy but uknow that line where flints like 'where else would you wake up in the morning and matter?' @ silver??? yeah it ingrained itself into my brain and now whenever my brains having a bad day and being a bitch, it just repeats that line over and over to myself. again i dont know if that makes it a top five thing but boy oh bOY it sure made an impact !

iasip mac finds his pride when mac does the dance and franks crying and is like 'i get it. i get it now.' maybe its cos i feel like there is just a 00.01% chance of my parents ever accepting me and im projecting or whatever but that scene? every fucking time im like........ crying lol

my brain is one big jumble for the walking dead and i just can't pin down one scene? so i'm just gonna take a cop out and say that part where daryl and merle are in the woods huntin when they split off in s3 or whatever after they reunite and daryls got his crossbow simply becos i still remember watching it with my mum and her being like 'oh look at daryls Arms. he's really got Muscles.' and i was like. scandalised. in a Good way. and now everytime i see him in that scene i'm like justin beiber tweet i love Arm.

that scene in breaking bad where jesses in hospital after hank beats the shit outta him in the rv and walt visits him in hospital and jesse has that breakdown in 3.07? jesse pinkman crying in a hospital bed bruised and beaten saying 'i am not turning down the money, i am turning down you.' when he's yelling 'i have NOTHING. NO ONE.' ??????????????? scene of all scenes. wait also the peek-a-boo kid scene in s2

stuggling to think of a last one uh maybe in the seventh fast and furious movie when see you again plays at the end and they're all on the beach and then dom and brian are racing except you know its not paul walker and u know its CGI or whatever and ???? i still cry over that sorry

[a-shared-experience]

The pre shadow of the Aries moon is real. I came in today and warned the team about my woo woo spiritual shit and only a few knew to believe me :p

My morning started with finding a trans youth face down in the gravel. I wake them and they hide their face. The nurse offers them food and because they are responsive she motions to leave. I shake my head no.

I squat down and put my hand on their shoulder, “ I wanna make sure you’re ok babe”

They turn their head away from me and sob. I wait a few minutes and say, “ you’re not alone, I’m here “ , they cry harder and reach into their pocket for a hammer bat stained with resin.

They try to hide it in their balled up fist.

“ if you want to get high to feel better that’s totally ok. Do you need a lighter? Is it ok if I sit with you?”.

They take the cheap dollar store lighter I picked up at the mall and continue to cry. It doesn’t take long before the dope calms them down. I get it.

I ask if I can wipe the dirt off them and they agree. I glove up and start to brush away all the dirt and debris from a night sleeping rough.

Are you youth?

They tell me they just got released from jail and found out their mother is on the run from the law which means there is no place to call home anymore. They cry and tell me they hoped they wouldn’t wake up ever again. I offer to check inner city check in to try and find their parent and they snap in anger saying, “she’s too much of a paranoid junkie to go to shelters. I can’t do this , I can’t fucking sleep out here, I want to die”.

I share a bit about my dark times and remind them again they are not alone.

Do you want a coffee ?

They cry and finally nod to say yes. They are shivering cold from sleeping in a park with nothing but a hoodie to keep them warm.

I run back to work and grab them a cup of joe and dig out youth resource pamphlets from the bins stacked and ready to move.

I sit with them and talk about the shelters with Yess, the amazing art programs at Ihuman and finally ask, “ are you smoking crack in the hammer or something else”. It’s hard to tell with a medical mask on.

“ down” they whisper in shame.

I give them new pipes, narcan and talk about lowered tolerance. I tell them that we can help them get a youth worker and find housing options. “ you don’t have to accept this as your life. There’s a lot of times in my life that I had no one and felt helpless and scared but that doesn’t define me. This is a shitty moment in life where you can give up or try harder and the most important thing is that we will walk beside you on the journey a bit. You are not alone”.

I link them with someone who works with youth and knows more than me.

We move out of the place I’ve come to call my second home and move into a shared office in the spady. It’s only a temporary home for us until we think of something better. In the afternoon I do a loop and bring a few folks back to my work to be monitored. I am stumped at what’s causing such strange behaviour and medical symptoms in each person. They are all obviously using the same dope. Usually I can tell which frustrates me because I don’t know what I’m dealing with. People are barely able to stand upright and keep clinging to the fence and trying to drag themselves along. Their eyes are closed as they shuffle by and none of them can speak. I drag two guys by their hoodie and sit them in chairs where they can be monitored. Their oxygen is low but they decline narcan. They dip in and out of consciousness , have nausea/ vomiting and total amnesia. They appear drunk on non Bev or like they did a bunch of ketamine with down. It’s unusual. I pass off care and turn to see security running at me “ medical medical medical! Bus stop” I run towards the doomed bus stop and see dirty rigs scattered, vomit everywhere and a man laid out who’s eerily grey. I toss my $1100 pulse ox to a nurse, Bagged, oxygen, narcan , 911. His friend is slumped over watching everything go down so I ask her if she’s ok and if she’ll come sit with me outside of the very small enclosed area of chaos. There’s enough nurses that they don’t need me. “ did you use the same substance as your friend” yes “ injection or inhalation” she tells me she smoked it. Her eyes are getting sleepy and I grab an spo2 monitor from the nurse calling Ems. Oxygen 68. “ I’m gonna need you to take some deep deep breaths ok my girl” she is responsive to loud verbal stimuli and tries to breathe through her nose. Oxygen 75. Holds. Drops. I load up a syringe and tell her to take more deep breaths but she’s dropping and barely conscious. “ I’m gonna give you a shot of narcan love”

She’s in a weird position so we remove her jacket, the nurse holds her hand and I inject into the right arm. We relocate her to my work to nod out in supervision.

I don’t like to leave young women heavily sedated in the inner city by themselves. A lot of the people down here are sex offenders. Best case scenario you get rinsed. One of my favourite guys kisses my hand and sings me bon jovi and tells me how much he loves me. He drinks listerine and honestly is harmless. He starts to shake in his seat and his friend says “ stop playing around, you can’t joke like that”

I look in horror, “ are you fucking joking right now because everyone’s on a medical emergency, you can’t joke about this”…. He’s not joking.

I grab a nurse - we need a heart monitor and I think he’s having a seizure. Fuck.

I notice another coworker run passed me and I scream , “ are you ok”

“ I need a fucking nrb, I’m going to spady” . In a few minutes she runs across the street and back and hands me the non rebreather mask and tells me she can’t run anymore. I run in the opposite direction to an overdose one block down. When I arrive I throw it at the nurse and there’s blood everywhere. They give me the run down since I’m new on scene. Mature male, overdosed on suspected opioids and then violently attacked , assailant used victims cane to beat him over the head multiple times.

The cops ask me if I witnessed the assault, I’m still horrified by all the blood, no, I tell them.

They ask if I have a contact number for a worker over at bissel who witnessed it. I do, I reply. I dig for my cell and can’t find it . I start searching my bag, nothing. Mega fuck! I tell them I’ll get back to them and run back to where I left the last patient. Nothing. Full panic.

An indigenous lady I don’t recognize approaches me and says “ you’re Britt Taylor right ? “

She hands me my neon pink mobile and says she saw a guy pick it up near the bus stop. It must have fallen out of my pocket when I ran to the od. She says, “ I saw him pressing all kinds of buttons trying to get into it and I recognized the neon pink and made him give it to me. I normally would have kept it but you saved my life three times so here’s your phone. I respect you”.

I can’t believe my phone has been lost in the hood for over an hour. I can’t believe this lady is handing it back to me. I don’t even recognize her. To be fair, I am overdose response covering century park to clareview , the metro line and everything in between . She hugs me because she can tell I’m stressed out. I thank her endlessly.

Shit like that just doesn’t happen around here.

An indigenous man says to me, “ someone’s looking out for you” and points to the sky.

I cross the street to visit one of the gang tents. They have a pit bull named juice that I have fallen in love with.

I’m a little nervous approaching them but the dude knows I love his dog. I tell him it’s been a wild day and ask to pet his doggo. The dog licks my hand and boops my leg. I feel better.

“ it’s wild watching you girls run around saving all these fucking people, you must be exhausted. I hate to ask but can you help me?”

The world needs more doggos

They take my emotions and boop them away.

My legs are on fire and my everything else feels the same. I’m a sleepy yet restless woman

[cxldblxxded]

get to know the author!

name: carmen / moop

pronouns: she / they

preference of communication: discord ! tumblr ims are fucked and discord is the next best option lol. (if u want my discord hmu..... 👀)

most active muse: lowkey my boy nicky (@yxkanna). i haven't been active on his blog in like three years i think for a variety of reasons but i still write him a lot over discord and i love him and miss his dash presence (especially now that there's a lot of 911 muses he'd love to interact with ugh). otherwise, these two obviously are pretty active, i have a hankering for writing jhin from lol, i have so many other little wretched muses i'd like to write although they're a bit quieter. lots of muses and not enough time lmao

experience / how many years: i've been rping since 2010 LMAO what the hell. my writing experience is in the weird middle school phase of its life now tf

best experience: i like making friends and sending stupid muse related stuff back and forth ! there's something kinda fun about seeing a meme or whatever and thinking of someone else :)

rp pet peeves: untrimmed threads, huge gifs, people who make a big deal of being suuuuuuper selective. like it's fine if u only wanna write with people u already know, nothing wrong with that, but constantly bragging about it feels like watching a weird high school clique unfold.

fluff, angst, or smut: more or less all.....? in order i'd say fluff, angst, and smut LMAO smut is def my weakest genre bc i'm like :| idk what to do to make this sexy....... fluff and angst are more interesting to me generally speaking !

plots or memes: i'm soooooo bad at plotting LMAO i get the worst brainlock when i'm trying to figure stuff out with folks. like i might as well just write it in the moment and have things happen organically, which memes are great for !

long or short replies: i usually do longer replies bc i get carried away, but shorter ones are nice too !

time to write: i usually end up writing at night which is fine until i've taken my melatonin and suddenly have the inspiration of the gods at my fingertips >:|

are you like your muses: a lil bit ?? more like cad imo, given the Everything. but there's a part of me that wishes i was a bit more like k so ! here we are lol

tagged by: @fcllederage <3

tagging: cannae be bothered to tag people in stuff tonight so !! if u wanna do it go for it, happy munday 👍

[garfieldsladybird]

I’ve been watching the rookie for a while now. I haven’t actually like physically watch the first season, and actually gotten into it. Like basically, it would play after watching 911 or 911 Lonestar but I would usually be asleep when it was playing and I just didn’t like the first few episodes so I never got into it.

But then episode 15 of season 1 comes on, and I just decided to watch it because I have nothing else to watch. And I actually started getting into it and so I’ve been watching it but then I fell asleep last night and it’s been playing all night and now I’m on season 2 episode 13. And I know what’s happening in the episode. But I’m lost all in general i think.

But in this episode, Pete Davison is here. Playing a character named Pete Nolan! I think that’s hilarious. It’s basically just Pete playing himself :)

But I actually do like this show it’s pretty good!

Pete just asked out this new witness in the show, and then he asked John for money who just found out he had a brother lmao 😭

I remember seeing a episode where one of the policeman were high and they never been high before I wanna watch that episode again.

[awonderlandsystem]

Zoe didn't get enough sleep!!

It is NOT a good morning. Not enough sleep makes Zoe a crybaby! I don't wanna get out of bed. 3 hours isn't long enough. It isn't fair. I used to get to sleep till 9. I like 9. I dont like 7. 7 is the devils hour! RJ's new schedule gives him a day with no parent jobs. Nothing. He literally gets to duck out of parenting and chores now cause he works 3am-12. Bruh! What's frustrating is the things, stupids things we are stuck and confused on with making this household work is insurance and school. None of us understand it or can figure out how do that whole adult area. Had it figured out once! Something happened and everything went to hell. Super bad triggering stuff for Eva now. It puts her into a breakdown. Something in 2019 pushed her over the edge. The only thing I remember about 2019 is losing my- oof prolly shouldn't say that. I know Eva wants to move the kids to a different doctor cause the one they go to is really mean to her and she comes home and cries each time. I told her to call social services and maybe they would help, and help us too. She thinks they will come and take the kids away because she's not perfect even tho no one is perfect. Few more weeks and we'll be with mom. I dunno how I'm the only one happy with that. Mom buys me snacks and listens to my stories. Yeah sometimes she's kinda mean and there's the whole parentification part and having to call 911 on her before but people can change. You know what I'm NOT thinking about? Everything that comes after moving. That's a then problem. That's a if I think too much about all the responsibility coming I'll get scared and back out problem. I don't wanna sabotage this cause I get scared about the mom stuff. Honestly I wish someone woulda consulted me about that cause I woulda said no way. Nothing against them. They're cool kids and I like em. I don't think I'm any good at the mom role. Eva's good at it, even Halo. It's hard for me. Super hard. Ikelos too. We get overwhelmed. I don't have the patience Eva does. Tho with this schedule change everyone is wearing thin. We're gonna get out. Find a nice doctor for them like we had on the other side of the state. Get them in school and get the special needs services going again for them. Not the ABA, hated that stuff. Pretty sure that's made things worse with some stuff. We qualify for this thing called respite care or something. Cause the oldest is special needs, autistic. The youngest maybe too. Eva thinks it's something else with him. Oppositional something. Can't talk about that stuff with RJ the asshat cause everything is an argument or our fault. I'm trapped upstairs with the kids till he's done with work at noon so they don't bother him. I wanna go back to bed. What the hell am I supposed to do up here for that long with 3 kids? He could go into the office. That would make things so much easier. He could let us go to bed before he starts work at 2-3. Meh if he went back to the office tho he'd put cameras back up around the apartment to watch me. That's a whole nother creepy story. Coulda been sexy. Just saying. He makes everything feel wrong. Brittany always says if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all but he's an asshat. We were drowning long before TK came here, begging for help and instead helping he tried harder to erase us. How fucked is that?

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (cnc), dom/sub relationship, ‘mistress’ title, pain kink, cockwarming, orgasm denial/control, use of a cockring, slapping, objectification/degradation, some angst and hurt/comfort, crying after sex, touchstarved!bucky

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"And you can promise complete and total discretion?” the deep and husky voice on the other end of the line repeated, low enough that it was almost a whisper.

You laughed a little. “Of course,” you answered. Most clients were serious about privacy, but this guy was next level. He must be famous, you thought to yourself, or married. Or both.

But just as much as your clients wanted to keep you separate from their personal life, you would rather they know nothing about who you are. Of course it was always a risk, since nobody could hide their face and you had to work out of your apartment, but you did what you could to keep your job just that— a job.

You told your friends you were a consultant, because people didn’t question that. Sure, it was hard to keep up the lie sometimes when you got last-minute bookings and had to cancel plans, but it was worth it for the money these men were willing to pay.

And this new guy? He was shelling out all kinds of cash, on a long set of conditions. Including an NDA. You wouldn’t have given him up either way, but if the contract made him feel better (and made him pay more) then you were happy to sign it.

“So it’s all anonymous, then? No ID, no credit card…?” he pressed.

“I mean, if cash is easier for you—”

“It is.”

You were starting to worry that this was a major red flag, as if he didn’t want to be traceable back to you at all. It was almost a dealbreaker, until you glanced down at the legal pad you’d written his offer on and remembered that you couldn’t afford to turn him down. “Then cash is fine,” you decided, making a note to yourself to have 911 already dialed when he came by in case his aversion to ID was really about a desire to get away with something.

“When can we start?”

“Um, well the soonest I can do is tomorrow at seven” you explained.

"Great, I'll be there," he answered firmly, apparently about to hand up.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” you chuckled. “Can I at least get a name?”

“I didn’t think we needed to do names.”

“We don’t… but if you’re willing, I’d like to know something to call you.”

“James,” he answered after a tense pause. “James is fine.”

“Alright, James, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Upon opening the door, you instantly noticed three things about him: he was tall, he was big, and he was sexy.

You had sort of been hoping that his appearance wouldn’t match his voice, but it did, and it was going to make this so much harder.  Maybe easier in a few ways, but overall worse.  It was important that you didn’t get too emotionally invested with your clients.

His eyes were dragging over you like he was just as taken aback.  Which was odd, because he must have seen your picture online before he called you.  

“James,” you greeted. “Glad you made it.”

You stepped aside to let him enter, guiding him to take a seat in your living room.  Before clients came by, you hid any signs of life and kept the space as neutral as possible, which was why the only furniture was the white couch he sat on, the black chair across from it, and a glass table in between.

You sat in the black chair and crossed your legs, noticing with pride the way his eyes studied your every move.

“It’s important that we have a discussion about boundaries and limits before this goes any further," you explained sternly, and he nodded slightly.  "Tell me what you do and don't want."

“Uh, well, I guess I was just looking for… somebody who can administer, um, discipline… you know, someone who sets rules and enforces them.  But could also be kind of, uh, sweet I guess, to.  Not too sweet, just… not too mean either."

You smiled a little; he sounded right up your alley.  "I can do that."

"You should know I… I have a… disability.  My left arm it's, um, it's a prosthetic."

"How would you like me to accommodate that?"

"Just don't say anything about it, please.  Treat it like a normal arm.  And, uh, if you could ignore my scars, too…" he added awkwardly.

"Of course,” you nodded, “I would never want to make you feel insecure."

"Well, I mean, I'm not against degradation," he admitted sheepishly, making you smile a little.

"Right: that's different.  Anything else you're distinctly not against?"

“I can take a lot of pain,” he explained matter-of-factly.  “However much you think I can handle, double it.  I wanna feel it.”

You could almost hear the words he wasn’t saying: I wanna feel something.

“Okay, we can do that.  You’ve probably heard of the color system," you posited.

“I haven’t.”

"Oh."  That threw you off slightly… how new was he to this scene?  “Well, it’s traditionally green, yellow, red; like a stoplight.  Red means stop.  Yellow means proceed with caution.  Green means continue.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“Too simple for me, in fact.  I have my own version: ‘red’ will make me stop what I’m doing, but only ‘black’ ends the scene entirely.  And then there’s ‘blue.’  That means you want more.”

He smirked a little; a strong show of emotion compared to his stoicism so far.  “I think I’ll use that one most.”

“Just don’t be afraid to use anything else, alright?  I’d never be disappointed in you for safewording, or even just needing a break.”

He nodded.  “Can we get to it then?”

“You’re rushing as always,” you laughed.  “I’m not charging you for this part.  We have plenty of time— don’t we?”

“Yes, but—” he sighed.  “You look really… I walked in and, I guess I’m just really looking forward to this.”

You almost would’ve smiled at the compliment but you thankfully suppressed it.  “And what is it that you’re looking forward to?  What do you want me to do to you?”

His jaw tightened as he looked away from you.  “Um, there’s a lot.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Ropes.  Strongest you have.  I can buy you stronger ones if you need them, for next time…”

He’s already thinking about next time?  He’s already thinking about buying me things?

“Alright, I can do ropes: wrists and ankles?  Or more than that?”

He seemed a bit confused by that question.  “Is there anywhere else?”

“Torso,” you enumerated, “neck—” you stopped because you saw his reaction to that, and it made you smile a bit.  “Okay, so maybe the neck is something to try.  Do you like being choked?”

“I… I don’t know…” he sighed.

“Have you ever been choked before?”

“Not… sexually...”

You felt your eyebrows rise, but didn’t want to press; a story for another time, perhaps.

“We’ll have to discuss silent safewords and signals so you can tap out, but if you’d be willing to try it—”

“Yes.”

You laughed.  “Eager, are we?”

He swallowed, and you wondered if you shouldn’t have let your ‘dom voice’ slip out in that moment… but he looked so good flustered like that.  He adjusted himself slightly in his chair and you hoped he was already hard.  And with that thought in mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him further.

“Do you like being called certain things?” you asked, voice lower as you leaned forward.  “How do you feel about ‘pet’?” 

He almost kept up his poker face, but his gaze faltered at the same time he moved in his chair again.  “Um, ‘pet’ is okay.”

“Baby boy?”

“Not really my speed,” he shrugged.

You slipped out of your chair and stood up, approaching him slowly as the click of your heels echoed across the tile.  He watched you with wide eyes and quickening breaths.

“What do you like?  Tell me,” you demanded, though you kept your tone light.

“Uh,” he paused, watching your hand as it rested on his leg, “I like… I like being called a good boy.”

You grinned as you pulled your hand away, watching him tense up with disappointment.  “I can do that,” you agreed, lifting his chin with a finger until he looked at you with those beautiful, desperate eyes, “if you actually are being a good boy for me.” “I will,” he promised quickly, “I’ll be so good.”

“Mmm, I bet you will,” you purred.  “So willing to please…”

“Tell me how,” he sighed as your hand trailed from his chin down to his chest, slipping under the loose collar of his henley and rubbing his chest.  “Tell me how to please you.”

“Well, for starters, I have a name, too: Mistress.”

He sighed like the wind had been knocked out of him, but nodded.

“And if I ask you a question, I expect you to answer ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’.  Is that clear?”

“Uh-huh,” he agreed before suddenly correcting himself, “um, yes, Mistress.”

“I’ll let you have that one,” you frowned, “but further infractions will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress; I’m sorry, Mistress,” he moaned, melting under your touch as your hand moved down to rub his thigh through his jeans.

“Now, just for fun,” you smiled, leaning down until your lips were nearly brushing his ear, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me, Mistress,” he sighed.

“But I am touching you.”

“Touch my… touch my cock," he clarified, adorably embarrassed. "It’s so hard for you…”

“We’ll get to that eventually.  Let’s go to the bedroom first, okay?”

However good he looked standing in your doorway half an hour ago, it was nothing compared to how he looked naked and hard and tied to your bed.

Yes, the prosthetic and the scars that attached it to his body were hard to ignore.  He had failed to warn you that it was metal, so you couldn’t hide the slight shift of your face when it caught the light; you hoped he didn’t think it was a look of judgment or disgust, because you truly didn’t think it was anything upsetting.  Maybe the scars were a little worrying… but they didn’t seem to bother him now, at least physically.

But truly, if anything was distracting about his body, it wasn’t the arm.  It was his muscles— no wait, it had to be his cock, right?  It’s tough to call: on one hand, his entire body was toned and hardened beyond the peak of human conditioning, his thick thighs making your mouth water already, his chiseled abs almost making you jealous; but on the other hand, between those lovely thighs and curving up against those perfect abs was a cock that rivalled anything you'd ever seen before, with a blue vein running up one side and a drip of precum rolling down the other.

You finally sauntered up to the bed and ran your fingers over the taught ropes, pretending to ignore him watching you impatiently.  It was almost hotter knowing that he could pull out of the ropes if he really wanted to.  More than most, he was choosing to submit to them and to you.

“How’s this knot feel?  Too tight?” you hummed, tugging the rope just beside his wrist and watching his hand move limply with it.

“No, it’s good.”

You stepped back to the foot of the bed and stripped slowly, peeling off your black dress to reveal a matching lace set underneath.  You left your heels on as you stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside.

Turning back to face him, James looked like he was all but drooling.  You could see in his eyes how much he wished the ropes weren’t holding him back so he could run his hands all over your body.

But you could tell he craved being denied what he wanted, by the way his cock flexed of its own volition.

You let yourself smile as you crawled your way up the bed and over his body, like a panther stalking its prey, and boy did he look ready to be devoured.

"Are you scared?" you asked quietly.  He shook his head.  "Are you ready?"

He nodded.  You sat up as you straddled him, positioned just right such that no part of you was really touching him, and watched with delight as he tugged against the ropes slightly to try to get closer.

"So needy," you grinned, somewhere between praising and scolding him.  Your fingers ghosted over his chest and he shivered; he asked you to treat his prosthetic like a normal arm, so you dragged your nails down the metal and watched his eyes flutter shut.  When you pulled your hand back and left him untouched again, he whined slightly.

“Aw, poor thing,” you pouted as you examined him, desperation emanating off of him in an invisible aura.  “Your cock is all red and leaking… it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.

“What if I touch it a little?” you offered.

“Please…”

You traced your fingers lightly up and down his length, tickling the skin and giving him the least pressure that you could.  He whimpered and you chuckled mockingly.  “I said I’d touch it a little, sweet boy, are you not satisfied?”

He bucked up into your touch as best he could, causing you to pull your hand away.  “Baby, please—” 

You cut him off with a slap to the face, as hard as you could muster.

“Mistress!” he corrected with a whine.  “Mistress, please… please wrap your hand around it.”

“Around what?” 

“Around… my cock.  Stroke me, please…”

“All you had to do was ask,” you grinned, finally tightening your hand around him and moving slowly up and down the shaft.  His head fell back with a soft moan, just from that.  Your teasing had certainly helped get him this worked up, but you knew it wasn't just that… he was plenty sensitive all on his own, apparently.

It made your mouth water.

"Does this feel good, James?" you asked huskily.

"S-so good," he whimpered, "please can you… stroke it a little faster, please, Mistress…"

"Hmm, not yet," you decided, feeling him tense up beneath you.  "Relax," you instructed with a free hand rubbing his thigh gently.  

You continued to teasingly stroke his length, never quite giving him the pressure or speed he needed to get closer to his release, savoring every whimper and whine and sigh from him along with the satisfying weight of his cock against your palm.

It felt like you'd never get tired of wielding so much power in your hand.

"Please," he sighed, "I need more…"

"You want me to stroke you faster?" you pressed, already knowing that wasn't what he meant.  He shook his head and you grinned, leaning in closer but letting go of his cock. 

Slowly, you let the lace covering your core rub up against his shaft, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.  "Ohhhhh," he moaned, "oh fuck, Mistress…"

You grinned and kept rocking against him, easily feeling the warmth of him through your panties— meaning he, in turn, could feel the warmth of you.  "How does it feel, baby?" 

"Good," he choked out, "really, really good… fuck, I want more, I need more, please…"

"Are you my good boy, James?" you asked in a low purr.  He nodded eagerly, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nothing.  "Do you want to be inside me?" you finally whispered against his ear, letting a finger run lazily up his spine and feeling him shiver so hard it was more like he was convulsing.

"Please, Mistress, I'll do anything…"

You didn't touch all of your clients sexually, due in part to the fact that they usually wanted a lot more pain than pleasure.  You'd only had sex with one or two of them, and it wasn't a routine thing.  Before today you never would've imagined doing this with a first-time client, but to be completely honest… he was fucking hot.  The kind of guy you'd be spreading your legs for instantly if you weren't at work and he wanted to buy you a drink or grab lunch.  And he was here, at your disposal, begging you for more.  How could you say no?  

You pulled your panties aside and gripped his cock tightly to guide it to your entrance, studying his face twisted in anticipation before sinking down and watching him gasp and sigh all at once, somehow.

It took a lot of effort to hide your own pleasure when he was stretching you out so perfectly, but you managed to suppress the desire to moan and just smile at his fucked-out expression instead.

Finally, your hips met with his and you got to sit there and enjoy the look of dawning agony as he realized you were staying completely still.

“Move, please,” he sobbed, “oh god, Mistress, please move…”

“But I thought you wanted to be inside me?  Isn’t this what you asked for?”

He whined and tried to wiggle his hips; all that got him was two hard slaps to the face.  

“No whining,” you instructed through your teeth.  “Good boys don’t whine.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “‘m your good boy, I promise.”

“I know you are,” you grinned, “or at least, I know you can be.  Show me how good and patient you are.”

Reaching to the side a bit without getting off of him, you pulled a vibrator from your drawer.  His eyes went a little wide when he saw it, and you laughed.

"Don't worry, this isn't for you.  It's for me," you explained as you turned it on, inserting it between your body and his to touch the toy against your clit.  He winced as you sighed contentedly.  "Fuck, it feels good.  Can you feel it on your cock?"

"A… a little…" he hissed.

"I bet it feels good for you too," you posited, "but not good enough to make you come."

After a little pause, he nodded breathlessly.

"Good," you smiled.  "I just wanna come with your cock inside me.  I wanna know how it feels to get off with my favorite toy while being full of my newest toy."

"Fuck," he groaned.

"Do you like that, pretty boy?  Do you like me using your cock, being your Mistress' dumb little fucktoy?"

"Yes," he sobbed, hips shifting ever so slightly beneath you as he sought more stimulation from your flexing walls.  Shifting the vibe to hit right on your clit, you cried out— and he did too, at the feeling of you tightening around him.

"God, you love being Mistress' dildo, don't you?"

He nodded, biting hard on his lip until you worried he'd hurt himself.  He moaned again as another jolt of pleasure forced your channel to clench on his cock.

"You're making too much noise for a fucktoy, you need to be quiet."

He opened his mouth for a second, but closed it again and nodded instead.  

"You can do it yourself right?" you pressed, seeing him nod.  "You don't need me to gag that pretty mouth?" 

He whined but shook his head, keeping his lips pressed together.

That went on for a few more moments as you teased yourself with the vibe, hoping to draw this out for the sake of his struggle.  Wanting to up the ante, you took the vibe off your clit and turned it off for a moment.  "I think this would feel better with a little lube… will you get it wet for me, James?"

You brought the toy to his lips and he eagerly wrapped them around it, sucking lightly on the silicone with those pretty lashes resting on his cheeks.

"There you go, that's a good boy," you praised, pulling the toy from his mouth, "that's my good boy…"

"Yours…" he repeated weakly, "wanna be good for you, just for you…"

This time when you turned it on and pressed it to your clit again, you instantly gasped and felt your walls bare down on him; turning up the vibration, you actually moaned aloud and saw him wince.  "Oh, can you feel it now?" you asked tauntingly.  He bit his lip and nodded.

It really wasn't even intentional but you felt your hips start to rock, making him gasp as his eyes shot open.  For a guy who had been begging you to move not too long ago, he looked pretty overwhelmed by it now.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make myself come on your cock… do you wanna feel me come, baby?"

He seemed conflicted, which was exactly what you were going for.  You wanted him to struggle, just enough, between his need to satisfy himself and his desire to please you.  "I… I want to make you come, Mistress," he finally choked out, notably answering a slightly different question than the one you'd asked.  

You smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear: "Are you afraid that if you feel me come around you, you won't be able to hold back?  That you might accidentally come inside me?"

He made a needy little groan and nodded.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna help you," you promised sweetly, but of course as soon as he saw you grab a cockring from your drawer he changed his tune.

"N-no, Mistress, please," he begged with wide eyes, "I'll be good, just not that— don't put that on me."

You smirked and sat up, pulling off of him and slowly slipping the ring on his throbbing length as he quietly pleaded for mercy.  He winced when you pushed it down to the base of him, his cheeks burning hot red now.

"Is it a little too tight, baby?" you cooed, grinning when he nodded.  "Good."

You sank back down into him and let your hips grind on his, working your clit with the vibe and even kicking it up to the next highest setting.  He jolted beneath you, clearly feeling the vibrations strongly now, and you let the view of his beautifully broken facial expression egg on your own climax.

"Mm, I'm close, baby," you whispered, "just stay still and let Mistress use you like a good little boy."

He made a small noise through his teeth but seemed to manage okay, even when your walls began to pulse rhythmically around him and your head fell back, your free hand palming at your breast through the lace bra just to add that last little edge of sensation.

"Oh fuck, fuck," you moaned, "that's my good boy…"

You shakily pulled the vibe away and turned it off, still a little numb on your clit but feeling your channel still rippling slightly with aftershocks; he seemed to feel them in spite of their subtlety, if the panting breaths that filled his muscular chest rapidly were any indication.

As slow as you could manage, you pulled your body off of him and sat back on his legs to stare at his cock.  The remnants of your orgasm left plenty of lubrication to stroke it, focusing on the head which had turned almost purple now.

"M-Mistress," he groaned, writhing under your touch.

Amazingly, his cock was already flexing in your hand, and a growl of pride and hunger echoed in your chest.

“Oh fuck, can you come for me, James?” you moaned, pumping him so fast your hand was a blur.  “Can you be my good boy and come right through the cockring?”

“Yes,” he sobbed, “gonna come, Mistress, please—”

“Come right now,” you demanded, watching his face instantly fall slack as he spurted out onto his own chest and stomach, cock flexing and pulsing in your hands as his legs quivered and his hips thrusted wildly.

And the tears were flowing soon after.  You weren’t sure if it was sub drop or just the power of his release, but between weak sobs he whispered broken apologies.

“You did so good,” you cooed as you slipped off the ring and wrapped your arms around him, subtly trying to reach over to untie the ropes.  But you didn’t need to; he flexed his arms and the restraints popped like floss.  He embraced you in return as you let his head fall onto your chest.  “You’re so good, it’s okay,” you continued, stroking his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again, breathing quickly and wetting you with his tears.

This, you realized, is what he had made you sign the contract to protect.  It wasn’t that he was excessively embarrassed about his sexual proclivities, but that this was his space to be soft, and weak, and broken.  Apparently he wasn’t ready for anyone else to know that he wasn’t steel all the way down.

“Shh, it’s okay… you’re okay…” you breathed, indulging him in this moment even though it was more intimate than you preferred to get with customers.  Aftercare was an important part of your job, certainly, but so was enforcing boundaries.

He began to soothe as you kissed his forehead gently, whispering well-deserved affirmations and praise.  As his breathing slowed and moved back to normal, he pulled back and looked up at you.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated one more time, but not as wavering as before, “I didn’t think I would… that was unexpected.”

“No, it’s somewhat normal,” you exaggerated slightly, “this kind of thing… it’s taxing, I pushed you to your limits.  You were really tough, and it’s all very vulnerable.”

“Thanks,” he sighed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.  “And sorry about your ropes,” he smiled as he noticed the frayed ends coming off of where his wrists were still tied.

“Let me help you get those off,” you smiled, loosening the knots and sliding the binds off of him, quickly massaging the places that the rope had constricted.  “Blood flow’s okay?”

“Yep,” he nodded.

“You numb anywhere?” you pressed.

“Uh, just my dick.  And my brain is all fuzzy…” 

You smiled.  “Can’t help the first one.  Let me get you some water for the second.”

“No!” he yelped suddenly.  “Um, don’t go yet, please…”

“Of course,” you smiled.  “I’ll untie your ankles, then.”

He still seemed disappointed, as if he expected you to hug him for hours and never move.  He let you go this time, though, and loosened his grip so you could slide down to the foot of the bed.  

"Was that sort of what you were hoping for when you called me?" you asked as you untied the ropes slowly and took a moment to massage the skin underneath, hoping to restore any lost blood flow.

"So much better than what I was hoping for," he admitted with a breathless chuckle.  "You're… really good."

"Well, thank you," you shrugged, "it comes with practice and experience.  You held your own, too."

"I wish I could say that was from practice and experience.  I didn't want to say anything before but I've, uh, never actually… been to a domme before."

You smiled slightly, coming back up and being pulled into another embrace.  "Um, I'll admit I can kind of tell…" you mumbled.

"I'm not supposed to touch you like this," he realized quietly, relaxing his grip on you and pulling back.  "I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright, just don't get too comfortable because we only have—" you glanced at the clock— "eight more minutes until you need to leave."

"I'll get up and get dressed soon," he offered with a sigh as you got up and quickly slipped on a robe, grabbing him a damp washcloth for the drying come on his torso.

You tilted your head as you watched him clean up, and you wanted to offer some touch that was a bit less intimate than a hug, so you found yourself blurting out: "do you like having your hair played with?"

"Um, I don't… I don't know," he admitted as he reached up to card his fingers through the hair in question.  "No one else has ever really touched my hair before."

"Really?" you laughed, getting back on the bed to sit beside him.  "It looks pretty luscious.  I figured any girlfriend of yours would want to get her hands on it."

"Oh, well, the last time I had a girlfriend… it wasn't long then," he explained, and you kept on your best poker face.  His hair looked like he'd been growing it out for at least two years, unless it grew crazy fast or something.  How long had he been single?  With a body like that you could barely believe that he was single now.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you offered quietly, and once he gave you a nod you reached forward and combed your fingers through it, reaching deeper to scratch at his scalp, occasionally pulling the strands lightly into loose braid-like patterns that fell away almost immediately afterwards.  He sank into your touch until you found yourself supporting his head against your chest, mindlessly playing with his hair until you noticed his eyes were shut, his breathing was slowed, and his body was limp on top of yours.

He fell asleep.

You laughed silently to yourself, realizing that you couldn't get him off of you without his cooperation since he was so heavy and you had no shot at lifting him.  And, of course, his cooperation required his consciousness… which required waking him up.

And, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.  He just looked too peaceful, for a guy who had never seemed truly relaxed around you.

Was there any other way he could relax?  Cause it kinda seemed like he really, really needed this.  And you were in the business of meeting needs, to say the least.

So, with an apologetic text to your last client of the night that you needed to reschedule, you let James sleep on you as you closed your eyes and drifted off as well.

[specialagentlokitty]

Chim x reader - forever with me

Hi I love your writing, could you do a crossover with 911 where reader and toothless work at the fire station and toothless doesn’t trust anyone there. It when Chim arrived toothless is immediately following him around and is snuggling into his leg. Turns out chim is the descendant or the reincarnation of Hiccup and fluffy moment with chin getting groomed by toothless - Anon💜

A/N: so this is before Bobby and all that came chim was the first one i literally watched this episode the other day :)

Sitting on the bench near the locker rooms, you were flipping through some papers with a small sigh.

“What do you think bud? Try out luck somewhere else?”

Toothless looked down at you and raised a paw, slapping the papers from your hands making you roll your eyes.

“You’re an ass.”

He laughed at you and watched as you picked them all up, stuffing them inside your bag.

“Wait here.”

You went into the locker rooms to pull on your uniform and put your stuff away, and as you made your way back out you watched one of your fellow firefighters on the ground.

“You’ll learn one day he doesn’t like other people.” You said.

You watched as the captain walked over.

“Control that beast of yours (L/N).” He snapped.

“Tell that to this lot, they keep trying to touch him and he doesn’t want it.”

“Well he’s got to accept it at some point. Can’t have him attacking our own. So, until that happens you’re not coming anywhere with us.”

You shrugged a little, walking past the captain.

“Just as well I work on my own as a search and rescue team isn’t it?”

The captain frowned at you and toothless laughed at him as he ran past to follow you outside and he wondered around the front.

A few people stopped to smile and wave at you both, and you waved back.

“This is dispatch, for 118 air team.”

You grabbed your radio.

“This is 118 air team dispatch what do you need?” You asked.

“We have need you downtown, PD has requested your backup for a possible jumper.”

“On it, send the location to my phone.”

You gestured toothless over and he walked over, letting you climb up on the side and he ran down the drive before taking off.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you locked at the location you were given and put your phone away.

You grabbed the handle of the saddle and leant to the side a bit, making toothless turn.

“You remember what to do bud?”

He chirped and looked back at you, then he turned his head and slapped you with his ear making you roll your eyes and rub your cheek.

“Ouch, you couldn’t just said yes!”

He laughed and you flicked his ear making him grumble.

As you came up to the back of the building, you slowly and quietly landed, and Athena looked towards you.

“We’ve tried everything.” She said, “you’re up.”

You nodded and walked over.

“What’s his name?”

“Danny.”

You nodded, standing next to her and toothless stood next to you.

“Hey Danny?”

The man turned around and he looked between you and toothless.

“I have to do this.” He said.

“Why do you have to do this?” You asked.

“I… I have nothing…”

You nodded your head and offered him a small smile.

“Do you want to know a secret?”

He furrowed his brows and nodded his head.

“Aside from Toothless, I don’t have anything either. No family or friends, I have nothing but my dragon. But, I’ve realised, you don’t need to have anything in order to live a good life.”

Danny looked even more confused.

“You’ve seen us on the news right? Or flying above the city?”

“Yeah.. it uh.. it looks nice, relaxing.” He said.

“Do you want to come for a flight with us? We can talk about whatever you want and land whenever you’re ready.”

“You’re allowed to do that?”

“Oh yes, as long as toothless allows it.”

You turned to the dragon.

“What do you say bud? Wanna give Danny a ride?”

Toothless chirped and stood up, walking around a little and you smiled at Danny, shuffling a little closer you held out your hand towards him.

“Come on.”

Danny took your hand and you walked over to toothless, putting Danny in a harness, you helped him up and sat behind him.

“Hold on tightly, I’ve got you don’t worry.”

Danny nodded his head and soon you guys were in the air, and when Danny felt more relaxed you two spoke as you just flew around in gently circles over the building.

And after a while he said he was ready to go back down, and so you did, to the road.

People cheered and clapped, and you unhooked Danny from the harness and helped him down.

“You know, sometimes we all feel a little lost Danny, and that’s okay. We just have to find out path again.”

“Thank you.”

You waited for him to be taken away and you jumped back on toothless, immediately taking flight again and you landed down the street from the station.

You stayed in his back as he walked back to the station and you rubbed your hands on his head making him him happily.

“You need a bath stinky.”

He growled a little.

“You stink!”

He huffed and stood up on his back legs, leaning your handing upside down from the saddle.

“Toothless you baby! You need a bath!”

He stopped and you reached up, pulling yourself up and stood up, looking over the dragons head to the man who was standing in front of the doors.

“Woah, you’re (Y/N) and toothless right?!”

“Yeah, and you are…?”

You jumped down from the saddle, walking along side of toothless as you looked at the man.

“Oh right Han, Howard Han.”

You smiled.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Howard.”

Toothless put his front paws back on the floor and walked over, circling Howard, and he sniffed him a little bit, whole body shaking with happiness.

He sat next to the man and looked between you and him.

“Well that’s a new one.” You mused.

“What is?”

“He hates all the men here, but, he seems to have taken a shine to you.”

Howard smiled a little, and he reached out, running his hand other the dragons side, and toothless hummed happily.

“You’re still getting a bath stinky.”

Toothless grumbled and you smiled.

“You wanna help?”

“Sure!”

You notice more and more how toothless would just follow the newest addition to the 118 whenever he didn’t have to do any work.

And you noticed that while everyone went in rescues and such, Howard was left behind to do the chores that everyone else should be doing.

And toothless had really taken a shine to him.

“Hey Howard.”

He looked up from doing the dishes.

“You haven’t been taken out of this station have you?”

“No. Why?”

You smiled and tossed a harness over to him.

“You’re coming with us.”

“What really?! Are you even allowed to do this?!”

“I’m my own team, I can bring whoever I want. Toothless loves you, and you came into this to help people, not clean after that lot, so come on, let me show you the ropes.”

You smiled at him and headed down the stairs, and you showed him everything, from how to put the harness on, the saddle, how to get up.

“So, how does he fly if he’s got half a tail.”

“That’s a bit more complicated, we’ll go through that a different day. But because we’re air bound we can’t see the street names, so dispatch as to send the location to your phone.”

“Right, okay.”

You watched as he climbed up on the saddle and you smiled, handed him an ear piece.

“So we can talk up there, it’s loud.” You said.

“Oh right. Alright.”

He put it in and you climbed up in front of him, connecting his harness to the back of your belt.

“Don’t you need a harness?”

“Nah, I’m a pro.”

Toothless padded outside and looked up at the pair of you, and you reached out, tapping his side.

“Gently bud.”

He chirped and as gently as he could he took to the sky, and Howard screamed.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you and you laughed as toothless levelled out and flew just above the buildings.

“Howard it’s fine! We’re not that high!”

He took a few deep breaths and loosened his grip, but he held the back of your jacket and he looked around in wonder.

“You do this every day?”

“We do this every day. You’re part of my crew now.”

He smiled.

“Hey, what do you know about where your family comes from?” You asked.

“Not much, why?”

You shook your head.

“Just wondering why toothless likes you so much.”

Howard ran his hands along the dragons sides, and he chirped and looked back before flying straight ahead.

You didn’t know it, but Toothless recognised his smell immediately, he was the reincarnation of his first best friend, he would recognise hiccup anywhere.

And hiccup just so happened to be Howard and toothless knew that.

After a little while of flying, you landed again, and you let Howard take everything off and put it all away aside from the saddle.

“Good job, I’ll grab us a drink.”

You ran up the stairs, and when you came back down you saw toothless standing over Howard, while he covered his face.

“Oh that’s disgusting!” Howard yelled.

You laughed, and grabbed a towel from your locker and looked at toothless.

“I think he’s clean now bud.”

Toothless looked at you and sat back, and you crouched down, handing the man the towel with a smile.

“You’ll get used to it.”

[illicitlimerence-writes]

sparkling | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 2.8 k (i'm so sorry) request: yes/no, by @wearetoobusydancing-swift "i just want to go to an event that i don’t wanna be at and i catch micks glance across the room and it’s this silent game of who will come up to who first (loosely based off enchanted by taylor swift) but omg bestie pls write this i would love you forever and ever" i hope i made this prompt justice bestie. warnings: i have absolutely no chill whatsoever. this started out as less than 700 words but i finished reading 'mr. mayfair' and my brain couldn't shut up. maybe some language ahead, kissing, mick being the absolute fluffiest human on earth, but what else is new? english isn't my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. a/n: i listened to wildest dreams and enchanted by taylor swift whilst writing this.

my masterlist

(call 911 i'm deceased)

weddings are supposed to be fun, a celebration of two people so in love they decided to spend the rest of their lives together.

you should be happy your sister found the love of her life, should be glad she had someone who'd cherish and treat her like she deserved.

and you would be.

if she wasn't marrying your ex.

you loved your sister, leila, with your entire heart, she was the sweetest human on earth and she deserved all the happiness in the world. you simply could not say no when she asked you to be her maid of honor at her wedding.

even though she was a couple years younger than you, she'd shown so much maturity when she first told you she had feelings for your ex, luke. she'd promised you nothing had ever happened between them whilst you two were still together, and you believed her.

it had been two years since you broke up, you had moved on.

had you?

and only three months after she admitted they were seeing each other, she'd showed up with the biggest diamond ring you'd ever seen in your life.

you two had been together for three years, where was your ring?

you'd swallowed your pride and helped your sister in any way you could to make her special day perfect. you made seating charts, picked flowers, designed 'thank you' notes for the gift bags.

you currently watched from behind a pillar as the groom walked down the aisle with his mom, they both looked so joyful, you felt like someone had punched you in your stomach. the wedding planner paired the rest of the bridesmaids with the groomsmen, she called your name and told you to stand in front of your sister and your father, -who looked so incredibly proud, you could count with one hand the number of times you'd seen him cry, and this was one of them.- as she ran looking for the best man.

you'd never met the best man. apparently, his job kept him busy most of the year and only allowed him a few days off every other week. she reappeared with a tall, blue-eyed blonde next to her. you eyed him up and down quickly as he stood next to you, offering his arm as the wedding planner told you it was your turn to walk down the aisle. you couldn't help but notice how his tie matched your nice, sparkly dress.

'cute' you thought.

during the ceremony, you kept sneaking sly glances at him. quickly averting his gaze when he caught you once or twice. one time, you didn't look away, there was this ongoing battle to see who'd look away first. and it would not be you. you were both brought back to reality when applause erupted around you, startling you. he smirked at your surprised expression, you rolled your eyes quickly, -in case someone happened to be watching you, you wouldn't want them to get a wrong idea.- and clapped along with everyone else as the couple shared a kiss.

throughout the entire reception, speeches from the parents, first dances, you exchanged glances and playful smiles, -but hadn't spoken,- with the blonde. who, you'd come to learn, was named mick. he'd point to what random guests were doing, making you stifle a laugh. at one point, you had to leave to say goodbye to one of your aunts, you hugged her and you wished her a safe journey home. you were about to return to your designated seat when the groom's mother called your name.

"oh (y/n), i've been wanting to speak with you all night. how've you been? you look lovely." she held one of your hands, squeezing it quickly before letting go.

"i've been okay, julie. thanks for asking. you're leaving?" you smiled. she'd always been so kind to you when you and luke were together. saying you were like the daughter she never had.

"yes, i am much too tired right now." she said and you nodded, "this must be very awkward for you," she said. you felt a knot in stomach. "i'm so sorry this happened to you. when luke told me he was seeing someone i never imagined," she didn't finish her sentence, just closed her eyes for a second as she shook her head.

"it's okay. i-" you tried your best to avoid eye contact. for a moment, you'd forgotten who your sister had married.

"it's not okay. i tried to talk him out of it, but you know how he is..." you knew where she was coming from. you knew she was trying to comfort you. but it made you feel worse. you avoided her pitiful gaze, scanning the party for a way to escape.

"i'm sorry, i have to go. i think someone's fighting over a flower arrangement." you made up on the spot, running away before she could stop you.

you hurried back into the reception, leaving her in the lobby. you made your way to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. you downed it in one big gulp, enjoying the burn in your throat. you asked for another one, taking your time with this one as you looked around you

your eyes met a pair of familiar blue orbs across the room. mick took in the way your eyebrows were furrowed and your face had fallen as opposed to when you were laughing with him.

you grabbed the small glass and pointed it at him, drinking the rest of the liquid courage.

something was wrong with you. he could tell by the way your shoulders slumped, the way you kept tapping your perfectly manicured nail against the white marble top.

you felt a hand on your back, startling you. those blue orbs were so close you could see your reflection on them.

"hey," he said, casually.

"um, hi," you responded.

"i don't believe we've met. i'm mick." he extended his hand, you looked at it, then at his eyes

"(y/n)," you said, shaking his hand.

"why so gloomy?" he said, "it's your sister's wedding..." he sat next to you.

"exactly," you said, resting your chin on your closed fist.

"i don't follow..."

"i love my sister, with all my heart. it's the groom i've got a problem with. no offense," mick was luke's best friend, after all.

"ah. yeah, he can be a bit much sometimes," he nodded in agreement. you snorted, shaking your head.

"you've got no idea, do you?" you bit your lip. "come with me," you stood, offering your hand for him to take. he stood, slipping his fingers between yours. you stumbled past drunk bodies, making your way out of the reception hall until you reached a garden.

the last rays of sun illuminated your path. rose bushes, statues, fountains and fairy lights, plus the muffled music from inside, made the atmosphere so calm, almost romantic. a stark contrast to the fun chaos going on inside.

you sat on the edge of a stone bench, taking off your high-heeled shoes and gathering the extra fabric of your sparkly dress so you could sit comfortably. you didn't notice, but mick's eyes ran over your body, taking in how your dress perfectly complimented your skin, the incrusted shiny crystals glowing as the sunlight hit them.

if someone asked him to define 'celestial', he'd show them a picture of you at that moment.

you finished fiddling with your dress, your eyes flying to him. the way mick stared at you made you gasp. his gaze was deep, soft. mesmerized and curious all at the same time. you don't know why it made you blush. this unspoken game of soft, lingering glances and knowing smiles made your entire night more bearable.

"so... tell me a bit about yourself," he said as he crossed his legs underneath him.

"what do you want to know?"

"anything," he shrugged his shoulders.

you told him about your life, your work, your studies. what you did on your free time. he told you about his hectic job, he confided in you about his family, his dad. he was expecting a pity smile, more questions about the accident. but he received a comforting look, questions about him. how he coped, how he felt with all that pressure on his shoulders. you couldn't quite say you fully understood, but you knew that if you were in his place, you wouldn't want someone prying in for any information they could get.

i like her, he thought.

eventually, the topic of the newlywed couple came up. mick heard as you told him about your past relationship with luke. he understood when you spoke about feeling guilty and bitter. his hand engulfed yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

comfortable silence surrounded you, you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when he'd complimented you, praised you for being a great sister, for putting her before you. but he reminded you that sometimes, your happiness came first.

your eyes shifted to watch the sun setting down when you felt a hand tucking a loose strand of hair away from your face. you felt heat rushing to your cheeks. then, his fingers tapped your arm. you turned to mick.

"may i have this dance?" he asked, standing up and offering his open palm to you. you smiled, curling your fingers around it. your bare feet touched the hard cobblestones and your dress would probably be ruined by the end of the night. but you paid it no mind, enjoying this blissful moment.

the band inside the reception hall was playing a soft tune, and honestly, it couldn't have come at a more appropriate time. with the last rays of sun shining down, he twirled you around, swayed with you from side to side. laughed with you when he put a hand on your lower back, and the other behind your head as he tilted you down, his face so close that you felt his breath on your face.

his firm grip returned to your waist when he steadied you two again, you hands, unconsciously, flew to his neck, playing with the hairs on his neck, fingers fiddling with his tux jacket. the melody continued as you swayed left to right.

"i've never danced with someone like this before," you whispered.

"barefoot whilst wearing a nice dress?" he asked, his breath on your neck. you laughed.

"exactly," you played along. "you make a nice distraction,"

"it was my pleasure." he hummed in your ear as you sat down on the bench. your fingers were playing together, hands resting on your lap, you leaned your head on his shoulder. shivering when a cold breeze met your skin. he noticed, and gently pushed you off so he could take off his tux jacket and place it on your shoulders.

"here you go," he said. you smiled. his eyes met yours, your cheeks even warmer now, you could smell his cologne impregnating your skin. he felt an electric shock running down his back when he softly pressed his lips on your cheek.

the soft shimmer of the fairy lights hit his skin, and in your eyes, he was glowing. warm and bright and comforting and beautiful. before he could lean back you returned the gesture. one of your hands grabbed his face, your lips meeting his cheek.

"you're beautiful," he said.

he didn't say 'you look beautiful'. he said 'you are beautiful'. and you blushed, and grabbed his face with both hands as your lips met together in a perfectly coordinated dance that left you breathless.

the silent game of soft glances and knowing smiles continued as you rode the elevator together, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his other hand held yours tightly. you stood on your tiptoes. the heels were back on your feet and he still towered over you. you pressed a kiss behind his ear, and you could've sworn you felt him trembling under your touch.

you walked into your room, not bothering to turn on any lights his hands held your waist as you led him to the small sofa the hotel provided. you placed the key on the coffee table in front of you. your back hit the firm cushions as mick moved on top of you. you stare at him in silence, a dopey smile on your face.

"hi," you said, fingers toying with the first button of his white shirt.

"hey," he replied, pecking your lips. you closed your eyes as you hummed, and when you opened them again, you were met with a sight that melted your insides.

the red pigment of your lipstick looked perfect smeared all over his lips, his cheeks, down his neck. you bit your lip, stifling a giggle. which made him frown.

"what are you laughing at?" he said.

"you look really good in red," you said as your thumb wiped away some of the leftover lipstick on his lips. you left your thumb on his lips, and he puckered them to kiss it.

"you should see me in my racing suit," he said. "bright red. just like these," he kissed your lips.

"isn't ferrari the team that's a little bit too obsessed with red?" you teased. he'd told you earlier that he was in his first season with the scarlet team in f1. your knowledge of the sport wasn't that much, but even you knew about the history and legacy of the italian team.

"we are, a little." he admitted, and placed a finger on your lips, "but this is my favorite shade. red lips, rosy cheeks." he said and kissed you again.

you lost track of time, too lost in the feeling of his hands exploring your body. you succumbed to sleep, still tangled together in the couch with his firm chest as your pillow, his jacket as your blanket.

nerves crept into your stomach the next morning. you feared that the hours you shared were just a product of the buzz from the wedding. you woke up alone. how he'd gotten up without waking you up surprised you.

the bedroom was empty except for you. you placed your feet on the bare coffee table, yawning before you walked to the bathroom, ready to take a shower and wash away all the leftover makeup on your face when you heard the front door opening.

you looked all around the room for something to protect yourself, you thought this hotel was supposed to be safe from burglars. the best weapon you could find was a lamp. you grabbed it and tiptoed back to the living room.

one of the perks of being a racing driver was that your reflexes were better than most people's. mick caught you sneaking to the living room, eyes wide and lamp in your hands.

"hands up, police department!" he said, leaning forward so you could see him. when you heard him you'd tensed, but relaxed when you saw his smiling face.

"wha- whe- how?" you stuttered. he laughed as he rushed to you. wrapping his arms around you and kissing you. making you shut up.

"i got us breakfast," he mumbled against your lips.

"you... did?" you looked at the bags of fast food on the counter.

"of course. i don't know about you but wedding food sucks." he placed the lamp on the floor and led you to sit on the couch as he returned with the paper bags. "please don't tell my coach about this, i'm supposed to watch my diet."

"i thought you had a few weeks off," you thought back to yesterday.

"i do. but still," he shrugged, you nodded.

"your secret's safe with me." you stated. taking a bite of the greasy breakfast burrito. "where are you off to next?" you asked, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

"belgium, then holland, then italy," he said.

"three races in a row?" you asked, surprised. he nodded. "wow, your sleeping schedule must be hectic." he laughed

"a little." he admitted. "have you ever watched a race?" he asked, curious.

"maybe when i was little, sports aren't really my thing."

you continued eating in silence.

"how would you like to attend one?" you stopped eating as you watched him, "you can come with me, if you want." he bit his lip, you choked on your food as you heard him.

"what?"

"i'm saying, i want to see you again. i want you to come to my races, see how we work together. after last night, and today, i don't think this is how our story ends. perhaps this is... just the first page." he said, holding your hand and locking eyes with you.

"i'd like that," you said. he smiled, shoulders dropping in relief.

"good," he pressed his lips against you, you kneeled and he grabbed your thighs as you straddled his waist. kissing you until you gasped for air. you'd never felt this way about anyone before.

perhaps your sister marrying your ex wasn't such a bad thing after all.

[jvngkook97]

The Quarry — Part One

pairing; ceo!kim namjoon x camp counselor!reader

genre; angst, semi thriller, open ending, potential first series??? what

warnings; cursing, mentions of blood (not in gory detail), minor car crash (nothing serious), minor injuries (again, nothing serious), implied smut

w/c; 911

a/n; this is loosely based off a new video game 30min preview I recently watched, called “the quarry”. highly recommend seeing it yourself to understand where the inspiration is coming from. if only for the first 10min of it. originally was supposed to be a one-shot, but due to length and the natural cliffhanger that felt right, decided to split it into two parts. so if you’re interested and wanna read a part two, let me know!

Read Part Two Here

Late night calls. Late night meetings. Zoom calls. Zoom meetings.

Is what led you to where you two are now.

A flurry of smoke rose from the hood of the car. Illuminated from the car headlights that were thankfully, still working. Wisps of smoke dancing in time with the wind that seemed to pick up from the oncoming storm that came out of nowhere. Just like someone, or something else recently seen coming out of nowhere.

“Shit.” Namjoon reached up touching the front of his head, before flinching back from himself once realizing there was a stinging sensation upon contact. Looking at his fingers, he noticed there was a minimal amount of blood, good, nothing too serious.

Having an epiphany, he realized that he wasn’t the only one in the car that just swerved off the road into a shallow ditch. In fact, he hasn’t heard a word from his fellow passenger, let alone any noise to show signs of life.

He started hyperventilating.

You had to be okay.

Quickly unbuckling his seat belt to both rid him of the feeling of constraint, and to gain access to your limp body, he stretched his own across the middle console, shakily reaching his hand out, two fingers pressing against the side of your neck to check for a pulse.

Your head was already tilted, leaning against the passenger side window, where he could see a trace amount of blood reflecting through the window running down your forehead. Now that? That didn’t look too good. You had to of had a concussion from the impact, which, he hoped, was the extent of the damage you received.

Exhaling a huge sigh of relief when he felt a steady, strong, thrumming under his fingertips, he allowed himself a moment of peace in that you would be okay. His eyes searched your body for any injuries, but he couldn’t find any visible to the eye, at least.

Removing his hand from your neck, he returned to his seat. Leaning back, tilting his head back against the headrest, looking at the ceiling to squeeze his eyes shut and collect himself, he let the adrenaline slowly fade from his body to think more clearly.

His eyes springing back open not even a moment later, neck and head screaming at him for almost giving himself whiplash with how fast he turned towards you. When he heard the faint whimper from the body next to him, he let out a broken whimper of his own, you were awake.

All he could think about was how close he thought he was to losing you. Bitterly reminding himself that the last memory he would’ve had with you being about a stupid fight over him not wanting to come on this trip with you in the first place. And you just wanting to use the trip as a way to get away from civilization and phones. Letting it be just you two again surrounded by nature, like it was in the beginning before he inherited his position in the family business. An ode to how you two met, in nature, on a hike that seems like years ago, because yes, it has been almost 7 years now, where has the time gone?

However, your idea of alone meant volunteering as camp counselors for a summer camp you used to attend yourself when you were younger. And having the responsibility of essentially babysitting a group of teenagers. Which he laughed at you mockingly for even suggesting a ridiculous idea.

You always won though, he could never resist you. Especially when you bribed him with a private skinny dipping session in the lake near the cabin you would be utilizing during the duration of your stay there.

Which led to leaving a day early to reach the camp, having already notified the owners of the camp of your impending arrival. They were expecting you tonight. But you got lost, having lost signal on your phone that was supposed to be your guide through the whole journey. What he didn’t expect, was to not have any service and be left to their own devices. Oh, the irony. Good thing you anticipated it and brought a map with you just incase. You always thought ahead, something he loved about you.

Something else even you would’ve never expected was the thing that ran out in front of your car from the right side of the dense woods on either side of the road that made the choice for Namjoon to swerve off the road in order to avoid it, mandatory. There was no warning, just screeching tires, an extremely bumpy decent, you screaming in sheer terror and bushes hitting against the car gradually making the momentum slow down enough to stop from barely hitting the rather huge trunk of a tree standing tall in front of the car that would’ve surely done irreparable damage to one or either of you upon impact.

It was the sudden jolt at the end that him hitting his head on the steering wheel and you hitting the dashboard in front of you that made you both see stars that faded into blackness. Not enough of an impact to deploy the airbags though, it seems. Cars. What are they even good for? Absolutely nothing.

What was weird? Even though it all happened so fast, you couldn’t tell whether the thing you nearly hit was human or animal….or creature.

But you would find out, soon, what secrets that not only the woods, but people would keep.

[liesoverthec]

OG 911 Character Details from Canon Pt 2

Hi y’all I’m back! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reblogged the last details post - I sort of just thought people would like it and it would die, so to see it travel and hopefully reach more writers was so great so thank you again!

Details under the cut since I went a little crazy 😅 and if this is your first time seeing this, the first part, and any future parts, can be found under this tag here!

Quick note before I get to the details - always, ALWAYS take details from dialogue or plot over details from the set or props if they contradict each other. The writers have the ultimate say over what happens on the show/for the characters, so whatever they say goes, even if it goes against something props has already laid down (eg, Chim’s birthday, sorry Libra crew. He’s an Aries or a Pisces). So keep that in mind for the future in case some of these details I have which are from props/set are changed in the future, or if you’ve noticed something yourself!

Also if you have questions, I am MORE than happy to answer them, although if you leave them in the tags on this post I’m probably gonna lose them, so if it’s something you’d genuinely like an answer to, drop it in my inbox! Besides my standard “ask” tags, I’m also tagging asks about canon details with this tag here. Every time I make a big post like this, I’m going to link all the asks I’ve gotten since the last post, but if you’re looking for more info in the mean time, that’s the other spot to look!

Buck has a grill on his patio.

Eddie doesn’t hang Christopher’s art on the fridge - instead it is either hung on the corkboard in Chris’ room to the left of the door, or Eddie puts it in an actual frame and hangs it using a hammer/nails in Christopher’s room. All the Diaz family has on their fridge is a bunch of bendy people magnets. (I absolutely ADORE him putting all this effort into treating Christopher’s art like it’s something you’d buy from a professional artist).

Info on everyone’s ages can be found here. (Little more discussion of Chim’s situation here).

Albert has a bachelor’s degree! I don’t know in what though, except that it’s some field for which is a Master’s is useful.

Athena was in a sorority in college, Delta Sigma Theta. Their website describes them as “ ...a sisterhood comprised primarily of Black, college-educated women ... [that] considers the issues impacting the Black community and boldly confronts the challenges of African Americans and, hence, all Americans ”, which I love for Athena, and feel is very in-character for her at that time in her life!

Chim is an aviators dude. When he wears sunglasses, they’re always aviators.

Athena also wears nothing but aviators.

Bobby wears square aviators.

Eddie, on the other hand, always wears Wayfarers.

Buck either doesn’t really like sunglasses or he constantly forgets he owns them, since we’ve only seen him wear them once in 60 eps, in a move I’m pretty sure was ONLY for dramatic effect.

Hen’s sunglasses change style over the seasons like her regular glasses do, but she tends to like browline sunglasses.

Info on Christopher’s school can be found here!

There are two colors of dispatch polo, and there doesn’t seem to be any rhythm or reason for who wears what. Maroon - Maddie and Linda. Blue - Josh and May. Jamal has actually worn both maroon and blue, so it doesn’t seem to be TOTALLY set in stone although I’ve never seen anyone else switch. Sue is too badass to wear a dispatch shirt.

Both Bobby and Eddie drive 4 door pickups. Bobby’s is navy. Eddie specifically has a black, 2020 GMC Denali 1500 pickup truck (in case you want to specifically look up what the inside of it looks like or what features it has 😂)

Info on the 118’s medical certifications can be found here.

Correction to Eddie’s living situation from last post: no next door neighbors, but instead UPSTAIRS neighbors. (Pointed out by Abigail in this ask). Also since someone else was wondering the notes of the last post - no, there is absolutely no discussion on the show of whether or not Eddie rents the apartment or owns it. But based on the fact that it’s 1) LA and 2) an apartment, my guess would be he rents it.

When Maddie isn’t feeling like herself, she tends to straighten her hair rather than curl it. It seems to be more when she’s uncertain about her place in her own and other people’s lives, rather than just when she’s simply worried - eg it’s straight in 2B, when she’s uncertain if she wants to continue working as a dispatcher/is unsure about her relationship with Chim.

For work, Chim, Eddie and Buck all use black duffel bags with a LAFD patch on the top. Hen uses several different cute bags, and Bobby seems to have a plain black duffel bag.

Watches - Bobby, Athena, Chim, Hen and Buck all wear their watch on their left wrist (but Athena ONLY wears hers for work, she takes it off at home.) Eddie wears his on his right wrist, and Maddie doesn’t wear one.

Chim (and Maddie by default) literally still have the exact same couch as in the pilot. (Which means that Chim has cuddled Tatiana on that couch, AND Albert has had sex on it. TIME TO GET A NEW ONE, BUCKLEY-HANS 😂)

The 118 has five different rigs - the engine (E118), the ladder truck (T118), two ambulances and the captain’s truck. 95% of the time, when the team is chilling in the cab of a rig and chatting (eg the ‘stuck under a live telephone pole’ scene in Jinx), they’re in the engine, not the truck. (Which I personally learned recently are NOT interchangeable terms!)

Athena and Michael got married when Athena was 37.

If you’d like to give Maddie a full name beyond “Maddie”, you should use Madeline. (I know, I know, in 4x04 she says Maddie is the name on her birth certificate, and that you should never use props details if they contradict script details, but I always thought that was a super weird exchange in 4x04 which could be explained by Maddie getting a nickname since she was born when Margaret and Phillip, you know, actually loved their kids and showed it, so of course Buck doesn’t get one, and in 4x04, Maddie was trying to avoid the entire issue of why she got one and Buck didn’t. But! Do what you want, and use Madeline as the full version of Maddie if you’d like, since that’s what’s on the BOLO in 2x13 😂)

Athena’s call sign is 727 L30, but she doesn’t have a specific squad car - the number changes throughout the series.

Chim really likes chewing gum, but he’s the only one out of the entire family!

The station has an Xbox One S, and it’s white.

In the real LAFD, there are stations 1 through 114. To avoid confusion while filming on the streets (I’m assuming), our fictional LAFD never uses the number of a real station. So if you want another station for a fic, and you want something that would be real in OUR universe, use the numbers 115 and above. They’ve gone as high as 221 in our universe.

Battalions - station 118 is in Battalion 7, which is also not a battalion in real Los Angeles. The 118 has interacted w/ Battalion 1, which is a real battalion, but other ‘non-real which makes them more likely for our universe’ battalions include numbers: 3, 8, 13, 16, 19 and above.

S1 Buck knew the term Jedi, but based on context, didn’t understand AT ALL the context provided by Star Wars, so there’s another edge of his pop culture limits for you.

Chim is the most tech-savvy out of everyone, hands down.

Athena has a VERY active Twitter account.

Abuela’s house number is 8902. I don’t have a street name for you unfortunately though. :/

Athena’s favorite flowers are white roses. None of the other women are really flower people.

Michael likes to wear purple.

When they’re at a call, Buck does pretty much all of the stuff with the hammer and the saw. Eddie does all the work needed with the drill.

Harry goes to Meadowbrook Elementary.

Buck lives on the fourth floor of his apartment building, across the hall from Apt. 416. The lovely @lovelessmotel found this listing for what is more or less the apartment. What happened was: the set crew rented this apartment for the one episode at the end of s2 when Buck moved in, and then over the summer before s3 built their own set of it, and changed some things - eg giving him an island, and moving the sink to a second counter against the far wall, you can see the changes here in this amazing gif set by the awesome Austen, but the listing should let you click around a little more upstairs and figure out dimensions better than what the show provides!

When Athena and Hen go out to eat together, it’s always fast food burgers and fries.

Waffles are Athena’s favorite food, and tiramisu is her favorite dessert.

Every takeout we’ve seen Buck eat has always been in a Chinese food takeout container, and we know he likes Thai food the best. EXCEPT! The one time we see him eat takeout with Eddie and Christopher, they have pizza. So take from that what you will......

Eddie has a cell phone and a landline.

Chim is a shameless multiple texter.

Chim and Bobby sleep closest to the door in their respective bedrooms (both right side of the bed if you are standing at the foot, facing the headboard), and Athena and Maddie sleep furthest away from the door (left side).

Some canon last names for other firefighters at the station in case you wanna add more people to a fic - Mitchell, Sanchez, Serrano (woman), Porter, Meyers (woman), Maxwell, Voyta

Hen and Karen really love decorating their house with dark/red wood.

Karen is Mommy and Hen is Mama.

Bobby has a brother, and a grandmother, and that’s literally ALL we know about his family outside of Marcy and the kids.

Evidence points to Eddie being the oldest child in his family.

Karen has multiple brothers (no sisters), but no idea how many - just that one of them is named Trey, and one of them lives in LA and has kids. They might be the same brother and they might not be.

Both Hen and Athena are only children.

Athena has been on the police force for 30 years.

Christopher and Denny are the same age (born in 2011), and Harry is two years older than them.

Michael lives in apartment 308.

The bank in this universe is CalAm.

Hen and Karen have a picture of Denny, May and Harry on their fireplace mantel.

Eddie having a black thumb + a lot of plants in his living room = him buying fake plants bc he likes the aesthetic ™ or someone (cough Carla cough) is taking care of them for him.

The COVID timeline in OG’s universe is fucked up compared to the real world’s, so it shouldn’t be used as a way to measure time! They just throw it in wherever it makes sense for the story they want to tell (eg the vaccines in s4 ep 8), since s3 was both done before COVID hit but also airing while it was happening. It makes absolutely no sense for May to graduate in March nor for Chris to be going to what is specifically labeled summer camp, and the vaccine plotline was INCREDIBLY early, even for real life, so don’t use anything from that as a measure of time. I’ve found except in specific examples, eg the two tsunami episodes, it’s very safe to say every episode covers a week - fall holidays on the show line up with their real life counterparts, indicating about the same amount of time is passing for us and them.

On that note - Jee-Yun was born in late January, early February 2021. (Conceived in Pinned, which was end of March/beginning of April, meaning Maddie was around a month along at May’s graduation in May ➡ 42 weeks + 3 days from then = late Jan/early Feb. Which unfortunately means we most likely won’t see her birthday celebrated on screen. If we assume she was conceived on the date Pinned aired, aka the very sexy hotel scene, then January 21st or 22nd would be Jee’s birthday, depending on if she was born after midnight or not.

Buck has had at least one other Jeep between the one Maddie gave him, and the one he has now, which means that when he needs a new car, he is purposefully choosing Jeeps.

I hope this was all as interesting/enjoyable to you as it was to me! And just to repeat - I love answering questions so pls let me know if you have any at all ❤

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Tagging: @buckbuckley

[queerbitchdiaz-archived]

OK so I've started watching 911 cus youre post have peeked my interest. I just wanna know beforehand is this Eddie and bucky thing actually possible or fans wanting it. How hurt am I gonna be that nothings happening 😂

Ah, that makes me so happy, it's such a fantastic show, I hope you're liking it! 💕

(I just did a really long post as a response to this and I accidentally deleted it, now I have to do it again. Dear god, please send soup. And strength.)

ANYWAY.

Regarding Buck and Eddie going canon, there are a lot of different ways to look at this and different ways to see it, but personally? Where I am at, at this point, I just do not see how the story could be heading in any other possible direction. Most days I am 100% sure it's happening, sometimes 99, but it never really goes below that.

(I do want to make sure that you and anyone else new in the fandom does understand, however, that this is not something to be expected soon. Dealing with their trauma as individuals is going to take a lot of time, and just because it's not happening within the next two episodes doesn't mean it's not happening. Give it time, my loves. These writers are absolutely fantastic.)

Now. I understand the need to be hesitant. I do, believe me. Especially as a part of the community, you know? We're used to being let down, disappointed and thrown the scraps (This post by @yramesoruniverse touches on why we feel this way despite having so many signs that point to this storyline and it is something I highly recommend reading, it's fantastic.) I also want to point out that the couples that people tend to compare Buck and Eddie to (aka couples that never went canon) are couples that I don't personally see the relevance in comparing them to. Comparing Buddie to other ships that never went canon just doesn't make sense, because none of those shows were shows like 9-1-1. 9-1-1 focuses on a lot difficult topics. Comparing 9-1-1 to Supernatural, or Suits just doesn't make sense to me. It's irrelevant.

Now. I could sit here for hours pointing out things that may be pointing to them going canon, but at the end of the day, there is way too much, and there are people who have done it already, and done it far better than I ever could (I will be tagging some of my favourite blogs at the end of this, if you want to go and ask them some things, I'm sure they would be more than happy to answer you! Speaking of, though, this post is also absolutely phenomenal, and very interesting to consider.)

There are two more things I'd mention though, the first one being this livestream with Ronen and Oliver around the time of the crossover, where Ronen refers to TK thinking Buck is hitting on him as 'opening a door'.

And the second thing is the fact that Eddie's actor, Ryan Guzman is someone who doesn't really know the art of um... keeping his mouth shut. And he doesn’t always have good opinions, so I also have a feeling that if there was no way that Buck and Eddie is happening, he would have told us to fuck off a long time ago, and he never really has. So there's also that.

In conclusion, before I point you to some other wonderful people, I also would like to say that - at the end of the way, this is fandom, it's supposed to be fun, it's supposed to be a distraction. So while I absolutely understand people being hesitant and not wanting to be disappointed - my main thing is also the fact that... I'm going to be a lot happier leaning into this, and expecting it, and following along, even if it doesn't happen (which I highly, highly doubt, but if the show does end without Buck and Eddie together, I'll just take the L and move on. But I'll still have the wonderful memories of freaking out with everyone else and anticipating this revolutionary story.) It's a lot more fun than just walking around with a big cloud over my head, being bitter, and rolling my eyes at everyone who dare have a glimmer of hope about it all, you know?

As promised - here are some other wonderful blogs I recommend you take a look at: @yramesoruniverse @himbodiaz @rarakiplin @wildflowerbuck @hattalove @diazchristopher @capseycartwright @roseapothecary @pearwson

There are so many wonderful people in this fandom who write fantastic posts about all of this, so that's absolutely not all of them, but it's a handful to get you started! 💕

[letarasstuff]

Work Risk

(A/N): This was requested by @maximeevansblog. I hope you like it!

Summary: After hurting herself on set, Sebastian makes it into his mission to take the best of care for his daughter

Warnings: Broken bone, mentions of medication, hospitals

Wordcount: 1.2k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

“Darling, I’m sure you got that. You worked so hard for this and don’t forget the hours you spent with the choreographer learning and repeating the stunts. You got that”, Sebastian tries to reassure his daughter. Both of them sit in the makeup trailer on the Civil War set, where (Y/N) got her first major role in a movie. Acting in a Marvel movie alongside her father is like winning the lottery for the teenager.

“You do know all the things that can go wrong. Dad, there are so many-” “And they won’t happen. I promise you. There is nothing going to go wrong, you are prepared for this. Alright, Dragostea?” The father takes her hand. Still unsure but with a little bit more confidence (Y/N) nods and lets the makeup artist continue doing his work.

Shortly after he is finished, the teenager finds herself in the costume for the next scene, just a simple hoodie/jeans combi, going through the steps of the fighting scene in her head over and over again.

“AND”, sounds the voice of the director from the sidelines. (Y/N) looks up, only to see her father throwing her a thumbs up and a proud smile. She can do it, he knows it and that’s giving her the reassurance she needs. “ACTION!”

Suddenly everything goes fast. The scene is about (Y/N)’s character fleeing from HYDRA agents, in the process she eventually runs into Bucky, who helps her to lay low with him in order to escape their wrath like he does.

The first part of the scene is fairly easy, it’s mainly running and throwing objects behind her or occasionally jumping over something. Even jumping over certain cracks, that will later be edited to make it look like she runs from roof to roof, are not the tricky parts.

It’s the one fighting scene, the one the young actress dreads the most. Just before Bucky notices the chased girl, an HYDRA agent catches up to her and tackles her, which ends in them going one on one. There are a few moves, like a roundhouse kick, that makes (Y/N)’s anxiety skyrocket. But her father promised her that everything will be fine. She is going to ace it.

And it’s true, everything is fine, until it isn’t anymore. At first, the running and jumping and even the fighting go smoothly. But then the slip happens. (Y/N) only wants to climb a ladder, just like she practiced with the choreographer several times. Only this time, she slips just before she gets to the end of it.

In what feels like less than a breath, the teenager falls good two to two and a half meters down. For a moment it seems like the whole set is quiet. This is until Sebastian runs onto the scene, straight towards his daughter.

“Princess, are you hurting somewhere? Does anything feel broken to you? Can you breathe?” He bombards her with questions while laying her flat on her back. But (Y/N) is still in a stupor, too shocked from what previously occurred. “(Y/N)? Please answer me!” The father lightly shakes her shoulders to get her out of her trance.

With a startle all feeling comes back into her body. “My arm- My arm, I think it’s broken. It hurts so much, Daddy”, the teenager looks at him with tears of pain in her eyes. She used it to cushion her fall. He quickly gathers her in his arms, trying to calm her down. At the same time Sebastian tries to gesticulate to the director and surrounding crew to call 911.

Luckily not long after this the ambulance arrives and Sebastian helps his daughter to get into it. He holds her other hand the whole time, while one of the EMTs tries to make an assessment on her injuries.

“As far as I can see, I think your daughter has a concussion and broke her ulna. But she has to take an x-ray as soon as we get to the hospital to verify it.” (Y/N) shivered at that mention, already done with the day. Fortunately the ER is pretty stranded and everything goes down fairly quickly.

As the small family waits for a nurse to come back with the sign out papers after putting a cast on (Y/N)’s arm in her favorite color, she shivers again. “Are you cold, Dragostea?” Sebastian asks, rubbing a hand along her good arm. (Y/N) looks up to him, a miserable look on her face. “It’s- it’s just that I'm tired. I just wanna go home, Daddy."

Her father sighs and messes with his backpack before seemingly conjuring a hoodie out of nowhere. “Here, do you want me to help you putting it on?” (Y/N) looks at him with big eyes, begging him to help her. All of this reminds Sebastian of when she was younger, just a little girl, who depended on her father.

He smiles as she kind of puts her arms up, indicating she wants his help. Not long after this she is snuggled into his clothing article and leans against her father’s shoulder. “Can we get something on our way home? Something to eat?”

He thinks about it for a second, not really in the mood of cooking anything after a day like this. “Yes, of course, Dragostea. Do you have something in mind?” He puts an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. “McDonald’s? I’m craving my comfort meal.” To those puppy dog eyes Sebastian never was able to say no. And right now is no different.

“If you want, we can get it on our way home. Anything else that you want?” “Yes, I want to go home.” The father smiles a bit, the last time she sounded like this, (Y/N) was a little girl. Luckily they don’t have to wait any longer for the nurse to come and bring the needed paperwork.

On the little family’s way back home they make a quick detour to the Drive Through and order their dinner.

“Ok, I got the food prepared, you took your meds and you are nice and warm thanks to your fluffy blanket. The only question that remains: Which movie do you want to watch?” He asks after plopping down beside his daughter on the couch. While munching on a fry, (Y/N) considers her choices. “Coco!” Sebastian laughs quietly, knowing that this is also her comfort movie.

It doesn’t take her long and the teenager is fast asleep. May it be the exhaustion of the day, the meds or just the cozy moment. Sebastian debates for a bit, but decides to get her to bed. He turns the TV off and gathers the sleeping girl in his arms.

As he is climbing the stairs, (Y/N) stirs. “Shh, go back to sleep, Button. I’m just taking you to your room”, calling her the nickname he had for the little girl she once was.

As soon as she hits her pillows and covers, she lets out a content sigh. Sebastian tucks her in and leaves the room after giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Good night, Dragostea, I love you”, he says at the door.

“Love you, too, even though your promise wasn’t true.” The father smiles and closes the door behind himself.

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