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set-phasers-to-whump · 2 years ago

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thanks for the tag!!!

top 5 works (aside from the first, in no particular order):

1. fight, flight, or freeze whumptober fic for the prompt ‘blood covered hands’ ft. illya and napoleon, plenty of blood, Hands, and a first kiss (sort of). this is the first Definitely Romantic thing I’ve written for tmfu and I’m quite pleased with how it ended up :)

2. been beat up and battered round (you’re the best thing that i’ve ever found) febuwhump fic for the prompt ‘“does that hurt?”’ with sonny carisi and rafael barba from law and order svu. I don’t write svu a whole lot so I sometimes feel shaky on the characters but I’m proud of how this one turned out!

3. i just thought it didn’t rain in california buddie fic with a car accident, water whump, realizations (and declarations!) of love, first kiss, sharing a hospital bed, etc. this was also my longest fic this year and one for which I learned many interesting facts about the LA River. this isn’t my top buddie fic I’ve written but I am pretty proud of it!

4. hanging by a threat karppi fic for the whumptober prompt ‘reluctant caretaker.’ I’d been wanting to do a sickfic for this fandom for a long time and I think that this turned out pretty good!

5. “911, what’s your emergency?” this one was my first person of interest fic for the whumptober prompt ‘self-done first aid’ and I was really nervous posting it bc I’m new to the show and at the time hadn’t even finished the first season. I was so worried it was going to be super ooc but people liked it so I’m now quite proud of it :)

top 4 WIPs:

so I don’t usually have WIPs but I’ll bend the rules a little and say some prompts from my bthb card that I’m gonna write!

1. accidentally hurt by friend + illya - the person who requested this prompt was thinking about illya hurting one of his teammates and I’m thinking some kind of field medicine situation where he’s grabbing someone’s hand bc it Hurts and he ends up hurting them too (tho not very seriously lol)

2. taking the bullet + nurmi - i had two requests for this one but I think @thecolourblood’s idea of having him take the bullet for karppi is superb!! (though the other request for gereon is also top tier, so I may write that at a later date lol)

3. bruises + nurmi - don’t have any solid plans for this yet but I think he’d look great with a black eye :)

4. concussion + illya - I’ve sort of done this already but I’m thinking of a new situation, maybe focusing on different symptoms and a different setting etc!

top 3 improvements:

1. I think I’ve gotten a little better at summaries (though they’re still my bitter enemy). at least, I’ve gotten pretty good at figuring out which piece of my fic best represents the whole lmao

2. specifically for karppi, i think my characterization has gotten better. from the first fic I wrote back in february to my latest one I feel like I’ve gotten much more familiar and comfortable with the characters (notably I’ve stopped being on last-name terms with the characters when I’m writing from their own pov lol)

3. I feel like maybe I’ve gotten better at writing sickfics? I believe I’ve written more of them this year than any other year and I think I’m sort of sticking to one illness’s set of symptoms which helps me like, more accurately describe everything

top 2 resolutions:

1. for my blog and not at all related to my own writing, i want to publish my fic list. it’s a massive beast that I’m always adding to but I’m never convinced its layout is perfect so I haven’t shared it yet (though it was actually one of my new years resolutions last year lmao). maybe this year…?

2. i’d like to finish my bthb card and start a new one, hopefully with the aim of writing more consistently throughout the year as opposed to only really posting works for big events

number 1 favorite line this year:

this is so hard bc I’m Not going back thru all my fics but I do quite like this one (or three) from fight, flight, or freeze (dang I’m getting a lot of mileage out of this fic lol)

“Anything I can do to help?”

Yes. No. Let go of my hands. Pretend this never happened. Never stop holding onto me. Come closer.

“I don’t know.”

idk, a couple people pointed out that they liked it and I remember liking it when I wrote it, I’m a big fan of the indecision and knowing what you want but knowing you shouldn’t want it…yeah.

this was so fun!!! I’ll tag @whump-captain @deepwoundsandfadedscars and @thatsgonnaleaveamark and also anyone else that sees this and wants to do it!!

I was tagged by @wanderlust-t, thank you very much <3 and I’m not even ages late, yaay for me loool

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Top 5 works (from least to most recent)

Aren’t we just terrified? (Yenralt) because it’s angsty bed sharing that doesn’t really fix anything, it’s just a bit of post-s2 angsty Trying To Coexist somehow and I’m a little angst gremlin

Lifesaver (Napollya) because “Napoleon pretends to have amnesia so that his sort-of-frenemy Illya will pity him and help him out” is a ridiculous premise and I stand by it LOL

That girl is everything to me (she gets that from you) (Yennefer&Ciri + Geralt/Yenralt), AKA the MCD AU. Have I mentioned that I’m a little angst gremlin?

At the end of the line (Napollya), because it’s pointless whump and I love writing pointless whump LOL.

A room full of strangers (Gapollya), which is the TMFU exchange fic, and honestly it’s not perfect but it came out better than I thought it would LOL.

Top 4 current wips

A Napollya time travel AU where the time travel is just background, because UNCLE as an organization chases people wrecking havoc through time. It’s a getting together fic so I anticipate it will take me three thousand years and a blood sacrifice to finish it LOL

A few new Napollya fics for the Witcher AU collection.

All the WIPs left for the Whumpcember prompts honestly LOOOL including two “let me make a demon deal and sell my soul” fics and something for the Immortal Napoleon series.

That damn 5+1 fic about Illya being touchy with Napoleon and Napoleon having a crisis about it that I’ve talked about before and I WILL FINISH SOONER OR LATER OR SO HELP ME

Top 3 improvements

I managed to write way more fics than usual for a monthly challenge because I actually managed to come up with a bunch of shorter ideas lool, good for me. I didn’t actually finish it, but I never expected to, so LOL

I hope that my English has improved somewhat and that it will keep improving loool

I still struggle with titles but I am struggling a little less than before, so. improvements LOL

Top 2 resolutions

Finish that 5+1 touching WIP I swear to god— Actually finish one of the multichapter WIPs I have in my pc. I wanna. but I just. don’t.

I would like to try writing for some new fandoms (like some Nabrielise for instance) but it always takes me a WHILE to get in the headspace for that so, hopefully!

Number 1 favorite line this year

I wrote……WAY to much for this to be the ACTUAL number one, I’m probably forgetting something, but the first that came to mind was:

He carries on his skin the proof that once, when he had the choice, Illya decided to do everything he could to save his life. He thinks that, no matter how things will end, that means something. (x)

Idk, I like the angsty but the-love-was-there-it-didn’t-change-anything-but-it-matters-that-the-love-was-there vibes loool

Tagging (no pressure and I hope you didn’t do it already LOL): @cha-melodius @set-phasers-to-whump @witch-and-her-witcher @ikeepwatchinghelicopters @statusquoergo @ialwayswilll @shineyma

#i say things #tag game #also idk how much everyone has written this year so you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to lol #but this was a lot of fun!!#excited for a new year of writing :)

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cm1031sr · 3 years ago

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For any 911 fanfic writers.

I would love to read a story where Buck has appendicitis but thinks it is just a stomach bug or something along those lines. With the new blackout promo I thought maybe Buck and Eddie could end up in a broke down elevator when the blackout occurs. Have Buck get sicker the longer they are in there and realize that it is not just said stomach bug. And have them not have any way to communicate with anyone on the outside for a long time to the point were Eddie gets really worried.

Anyone is free to write this but please gift it to me on Archive Of Our Own(same name as on here) and tag me on here!

#sick!buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #sickfic #911 on fox #whump #911 spoilers #911 season 5 #911 season 5 spoilers #911 season 5 speculation #evan buckley prompts

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toosicktoocare · 4 years ago

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prompt: i would literally commit a crime for a buddie sick fic in these trying times,,, i don’t even care what the specifics are just,, hngg buddie sickfic ❤️👄❤️ (big mood, anon)

(I got another anon that asked for Buck taking care of sick Eddie as well. I just lost the dang ask before I could post the fic.)

Ever since Maddie’s kidnapping, Buck cannot, for the life of him, sleep well. His subconscious is gripped in a muted fear, keeping him trapped in interrupted, light slumbers. Maddie and everyone at the 118 pester him regularly about it, giving him various options to help with sleep, but he’s afraid of the foggy mind that comes with over-the-counter medication, so he convinces himself he can run on low fumes, boosting with caffeine as needed because a tired mind is still a clear mind, albeit a little slower.

When his phone rings at 2:07 a.m., Buck jerks awake, mind previously edging the line of a dream, and he fumbles blindly for his phone, squinting at the light to see “Eddie Diaz” flashing across his screen.

His stomach bottoms out, and he presses answer and swings his legs over the bed, feeling cold with fear. “Eddie? What’s wrong?” He can hear crying on the other end, and he balances the phone between his ear and shoulder as he kicks around in the dark for his abandons shorts. “Eddie!”

“Hey, sorry. One sec.”

Eddie sounds panicked, Buck thinks, taking the steps down to the first floor two at a time. He can hear Eddie trying to reassure Christopher that everything’s going to be okay in the background, and he pauses, briefly gripped in a paralyzing fear, briefly brought back to the tsunami, to losing Christopher.

“Look, I’m sorry for calling so late. Chris has been sick since the end of my shift, and I just can’t get his fever down. With his CP... I’m taking him to the ER.”

Buck’s half out the door, shoes barely on his feet, when he realizes he’s still shirtless. He snags an LAFD zip-up off the back of a chair and stumbles back to the door, arms sliding into the jacket. “What hospital?”

“I... I didn’t even ask. You’ll come?”

“Of course I’ll come,” Buck spits out, already out the door and taking the steps out of his apartment building two at a time. “What hospital?” He repeats as he runs out of the building and all but rips his jeep door open. He nods absently when Eddie rattles off the details, mentally mapping out the quickest route.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Be careful.”

Buck rolls his eyes because of course Eddie is going to still worry for his well-being, and he ends the call and peels out of his parking spot.

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“Hi,” Buck starts, breathless, heart trying to catch up to the rest of him, “my name is Evan Buckley, and I’m looking for a young kid. Christopher-”

“Buck.”

Buck whips around from the receptionist desk to see Eddie slipping out a set of large double doors, and for a moment, he doesn’t move, he only assesses. Eddie’s pale, which, Buck thinks, is to be expected if he’s been up in a near-constant state of worry after a 16-hour shift. His cheeks are red, and Buck’s quick to peg it on exertion, on Eddie racing into the hospital with Christopher, his own heart also working to match the rest of him. And, he’s shaking, and Buck knows cold nerves all too well, still feeling chilled himself.

His eyes fall to Eddie’s, and then he crosses the room to him quickly and gathers him in his arms tightly. Eddie slumps against his chest, and Buck tightens his arms around him.

“How’s Chris?”

Eddie lingers for a moment, clinging to Buck, before he pulls away with a low sigh. “He’s okay. Just a persistent virus.”

Buck nods, a frown playing at his lips. Without Eddie’s body flush against him, he feels colder than normal, and on instinct, he smooths the back of his hand to Eddie’s forehead, lingering there before moving to cup Eddie’s neck.

“You sure he’s the only one with a virus? You’re really warm.”

“I...” Eddie sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’ve been feeling a little off, but Chris...”

“Right, where is he?”

Eddie leads Buck to Christopher’s room, and as soon as he steps in, Christopher’s face lights up in such a way that Buck’s steps falter.

“Buck!”

Though sounding a little weak, the contagious energy is still centerfold, and Buck leans toward it, finding his footing and matching Christopher’s smile with his own.

“Hey, buddy! Heard you aren’t feeling so hot.” Buck eases himself onto the edge of the hospital bed, staring at Christopher’s vitals for an extended moment before turning toward him, assessing the same way he assessed Eddie.

“Yeah, I feel bad.”

A sympathetic frown pulling at his lips, Buck spares a glance to see Eddie flopping down onto a chair pulled to Christopher’s bedside. “I bet you do, but you’re going to feel better in no time. You’ve got the Diaz genes.”

“And daddy will feel better too?”

Buck finds Eddie’s eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak, stopping when Eddie shoots him a very clear look that all but screams “don’t.”

“I’m sure your dad will feel a lot better when you’re better.”

“That’s good,” Christopher mumbles, and Buck nods, patting Christopher’s leg.

***

Buck’s carefully quiet as Eddie putters around his house, watching as Eddie measures out Christopher’s medicine, as he hovers over Christopher until he falls asleep, and he only intervenes when he’s sure Eddie can breathe deeply without the fear that Christopher is going to take a turn for the worse.

“He’s finally asleep,” Eddie mutters, coughing into his fist. “All dosed up, fever’s finally down. I’ll contact his school in a few hours before my shift; see if Carla can take him for a the full day.”

“You aren’t going in.”

Eddie stops around a yawn. “What?”

“I texted Bobby. He’s pulling coverage for the next few days so you can rest.” Buck can pinpoint every emotion that flicks across Eddie’s face: confusion, frustration, exhaustion. He’s seen them all, sometimes daily.

“Buck-”

“Eddie, you have a fever. You’re exhausted, and you are only going to get worse if you go on three hours of sleep.”

“Since when did you become the responsible one?” Eddie sighs lowly, and Buck laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“It’s my week to be responsible. You had it last week.”

Eddie hums around a small smile and rubs at the ache on his forehead. “I really appreciate you coming, Buck. I don’t think... I just... It was really nice to have you there.”

Buck gets to his feet, and, for the second time that night, crosses the room and pulls Eddie right to his chest, hoping that he can ease some of the worrying pressure, even if just for a moment.

Eddie snuggles into him, frowning as he thumbs Buck’s bare chest, exposed where his zipper’s slipped down a little.

“Where’s your shirt?”

“Ah, I kinda forgot one when I rushed out.” Buck smiles sheepishly when Eddie pulls back, and he cups a hand to Eddie’s cheek, too warm for his liking.

“Okay, Diaz, it’s your turn.”

“My turn for what?”

Buck snags Eddie’s hand and guides him to the bedroom, ignoring Eddie’s questions the whole way. He makes easy work of tugging Eddie’s jacket and jeans off, and he urges him into the bed in nothing but a short sleeve under shirt and boxers.

“Buck-”

Buck disappears into the bathroom, still promptly ignoring Eddie, and he comes back with a glass of water, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a thermometer.

“Buck, I’m fine.”

“Mmhmm, sure. Open.” Buck waves the thermometer in front of Eddie’s face until Eddie sighs and opens his mouth wide enough for Buck to slip the thermometer under his tongue. While waiting, he presses two fingers to Eddie’s neck, counting the flutter of heartbeats beneath his finger prints until the thermometer beeps.

“101.7,” Buck reads aloud, frowning. “Heartbeat’s a little fast. Any other symptoms?”

Eddie gives him a knowing look, but Buck doesn’t back down, matching Eddie’s narrow gaze until Eddie caves.

“My head and throat hurt. I’m freezing, and I’m tired.”

Nodding, Buck tugs at the blankets until they are covering Eddie up to his chest. He shakes a couple of pills into his hand, offering them to Eddie with the water.

“Seems like you definitely got Christopher’s virus.”

“Perks of parenting,” Eddie mutters around a wince, the pills grating against his throat. He hands off the cup, sighing contentedly when Buck smooths a cool palm to his forehead.

“You should save yourself. This thing apparently moves fast.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie grabs Buck’s wrist and pulls his hand away, a tight frown on his lips.

“Buck, you have a shift in a few hours. You need-”

“Bobby took me off the schedule, too. At least for today. I’ve been instructed to call him later to update him on how you and Christopher are.”

“And you agreed?”

“Someone has to make sure you and Chris are okay,” Buck says as if it’s the most obvious thing and the world and equally the easiest decision he’s ever made, and Eddie shakes his head.

“No, Buck, you really don’t have to... What are you doing?”

Buck’s just kicked his shorts off across the room, and he’s setting an alarm on his phone as he crawls into the empty side of the bed.

“Okay, I’ve got an alarm set for 6 to check Christopher’s temperature, and I’ll wake you at 7 to check you over.”

“Buck-”

Ignoring Eddie, Buck drops his phone on the night stand and cuts out the light, snuggling into the bed with a low sigh.

“Evan.”

“Shh,” Buck shushes, patting blindly until his palm cups over Eddie’s mouth. “I’m sleeping.”

“You’ll get sick.” Eddie mumbles, slapping Buck’s hand away.

“Okay? I don’t know if you remember, but I got a clean bill of health from the hospital, so bring it.”

“You’re so dumb,” Eddie sighs, and Buck laughs, blindly reaching around to pat Eddie’s too-warm cheek.

“Sleep, loser.”

#9-1-1 #9 1 1 #9 1 1 fox #9-1-1 fox #Buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #sickfic #fanfic #prompt #my writing #my 911 writing #christopher diaz

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comablog2 · 5 years ago

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In sickness and in health

A special present for @justsmilestuffhappens because they love sick fics!

Tagging: @felicitous-one @buckleystrand @cherishingstydia @chrrlees @tkandbuck @justsmilestuffhappens @black-forest-girl @haderofthesociety @lilywoood @translucent-bisexual @transbuckley @livlyf247 @multi-fandom-writing @levithestripper @fyeahhipsterdoctor @datleggy @impossiblealice @sparksfly-buddie

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Carlos doesn't know how it happened. He felt fine the day before, excluding a slightly runny nose, and now he feels like death warmed over.

His throat was killing him, nose stuffed up and running, head pounding and he was aching all over. His fever is 102.3, and TK is loosing his mind.

"Tiger, I'll be okay, you don't need to-" TK cuts Carlos off with a shush as he calls up his dad to take off work. TK had known something was wrong with Carlos from the moment he woke up. He smelled sick, and one touch to his forehead had him in protective mode.

"Thanks for understanding dad. Yeah that would he great. I love you too, bye." TK hangs up and fixes Carlos with a firm glare. "Carlos Reyes, do you really think I would leave you to take care of yourself?" TK asks with an air of indignation. Carlos shrugs and he sighs.

"Tiger, I'll be okay.." He protests and TK gently shushes him.

"Want to stay here or move to the couch? Do you feel nauseous?" TK asks softly, moving sweaty hair off of Carlos' forehead.

"No I don't... Where will you be?" He asks quietly.

"I'm going to start making you a nice pot of homemade soup. Wanna lay on the couch?" Carlos nods softly. "Alright."

It took a little time, but after TK got out the pullout couch, and got Carlos set up with a pillow pile, and some blankets. After some tylenol, and a cup of water, TK gives him a small cup of nyquil.

"Oh please don't make me take it." Carlos whines, and TK chuckles.

"The more you rest, the quicker you'll get better. The quicker you get better, the quicker I can kiss you." He says lovingly. Carlos just pouted at him, although he knows that TK wont budge. "Come on, cub. Please take it and I'll put on a movie too get you sleeping." He says quietly.

Carlos quickly drinks it down, face twisting at the taste and taking a few sips of water. TK chuckles, but when Carlos pouts at him, he just coos and lays him down.

"I love you.. want me to stay here until you sleep?" He asks quietly. Carlos nodded, holding onto TK's hand.

"Can you tell me a story.. instead of the TV?" Carlos whispers sweetly.

"Of course, cub." TK just makes up a story off the top of his head, keeping it light and happy. It took only minutes to get Carlos asleep. He carefully stands and started making soup.

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Carlos was asleep for a good few hours, but woke up with a huge headache, and he was still hot. His throat hurt, and he hears TK talking in a hushed voice with someone.

"You did a good job, but give it a little more garlic, and some more veggies." A voice whispers quietly, Owen.

He hears things being chopped and added to a pot. He wishes he could smell it. TK makes amazing soups, and he slowly sits up on the couch.

"Hey, he's awake." Carlos looks up at Owen, smiling but groaning as th light made his head hurt. TK was by his side in seconds.

"Hey baby... Lay down a little, I have some pain killers and water." TK says lovingly, a hand going through his hair. Carlos took them eagerly and sighs at the cold water. "You feel warmer. Let me take your temperature." He says, and goes to get the thermometer.

"He's going to be a mother Hen for a while." Owen teases with a grin Carlos chuckles, rubbing his eyes. "You feeling okay?"

"Not much better. But I think it'll go away soon." Carlos rasps, finishing his water as he was slightly sitting up. TK came back with the thermometer and a smile.

"Alright, let's see."

Carlos was down only to 101.5, but TK took it as a small win.

"Are you nauseous? Hungry? Do you need to go to the bathroom? Do you need a shower? Are you comfortable?" TK rapid fires his questions, gently stroking Carlos cheek with his thumb. Owen chuckles, pats Carlos on the shoulder, before getting up and going to the kitchen.

"I'm okay, tiger." He reassures. "I think I'll take a quick shower, change my clothes and come out for dinner. I'm all sweaty."

TK nodded and kisses his still warm temple. "Call me if you need anything." He wanted to offer help, but he didn't want to smother Carlos too much. "Don't wash your hair. Later I'll give you a bath and wash your hair." Carlos looks happy as can be at the offer as he makes his way to the bathroom and gets a quick, cold rinse.

Once he's finally in clean, not smelly clothes, the soup has been finished, and TK gets Carlos a small bowl to start.

"You don't need to mother him." Owen teases, watching TK wrap Carlos back up in some blankets when he shivers.

"Yes I do. He won't take proper care of himself if i don't." He protests, kissing Carlos on the forehead. Carlos smiles to himself as he takes a bite of soup. Its warm and while he can't taste it properly, what he can taste is delicious.

"Its so good. Thank you." He says with a little smile. The three men gather on the bed with bowls of soup and a randomly selected kids show.

"Is this how all sick days are?" Carlos asks sweetly, snuggling into TK's side after he finished eating.

"Yup. Worked for TK when he was younger." Owen says, grinning and gently rubbing Carlos' head. "But I have to head home. Let me know when he starts getting better." Owen says and stands up. TK walks his dad to the door and loading the dishwasher. Carlos stands from the couch, still wrapped up in his blanket.

"What are you doing up, cutie." He says softly, smiling when Carlos snuggles to his back.

"Can I please get the bath now?" He asks, voice sounding adorably small. TK kisses his still hot forehead.

"Yes baby. Go run some cold water and I'll get a bath bomb to help your nose." He says softly.

"Thank you for staying home.." He says quietly. Its only mid afternoon, but he knows TK would've still been on shift.

"I'll stay as long as you need, cub." TK says comfortingly. Carlos flushes and snuggles into his chest. "Do you want me to cradle you after your bath?"

"Please?"

"Alright tiger." TK says sweetly. "Now go run your bath, Cub." He watches as Carlos ambles to the bathroom, his heart feeling warm. He didnt want Carlos to be sick, but he could get used to caring for him like this.

#911 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3fic #fanfic #911 prompts #ao3 author #tyler kennedy strand #tarlos #carlos reyes #prompt generator #story prompt #writing prompt #ask prompt #9 1 1 lone star #lone star #911 ls #911 lone star #sickfic

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trueromantic1 · 4 years ago

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"Listen, asshole, I'm gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. You're not in any condition to get there yourself." omg i love this one for maddie and buck ;)

Happy birthday Ellie!!!!!!!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day my dear. I couldn’t pull of the level of angst you manage, but I hope you enjoy some Bucksibs time with drunk Maddie lamenting the angstyness of Madney. Enjoy!!!!!

Also available on AO3, as part of my Sickfic Prompt oneshot fic. **********

For not the first time that night, Buck was grateful Maddie had chosen to go drinking at the bar down the street from his new place. He might be bigger than her, and a firefighter, but his sister was currently 5’2” of drunken, rambling mess, who lost her balance everytime she flung her arms out for emphasis. And since she got more dramatic the more she drank, that was turning out to be quite a lot. Finally, after she almost fell into yet another bush, which he supposed was better than the street like a few minutes before, he grabbed her arm to stop her, then grabbed her up bridal style before she could stop him.

“Evan! What are you doing?” Her voice had already been loud, since she lost her volume control along with her balance, but right by his ear was almost deafening. “Maddie, you don’t have to yell. But if I let you walk the rest of the way to my place, we’ll either be out here all night or we’ll spend the rest of the night in the ER.” He quickly hiked her up higher, her squirming having caused his grip to slip, before he continued walking at a faster pace.

“I was fine Evan. Just fine. I could walk. And I was just taking my time, okay? Isn’t that what you and Frank keep telling me? To take my time?”

Oh boy, she’d bypassed her happy drunken phase and gone straight into indignant. He hoped he could get her inside before she reached the part where she just did the opposite of whatever he said. That was one version of his sister that absence hadn’t made the heart grow fonder of. “Listen asshole. I’m going to carry you home whether you like it or not. You’re not in any condition to get there yourself. I’m not sure what got into you tonight, but I haven’t seen you this drunk since that weekend I stayed with you your freshman year and you went to the frat party down the block. You and I both know you were about five minutes from taking a nap in someone’s yard, and I don’t think Athena would be too impressed with finding out another Buckley was in trouble with the police when she got on shift next. So, just sit tight for a few more minutes. If you really want to yell at me for carrying you, just do it at home.”

Surprisingly, she didn’t say anything. Usually she was the one lecturing, not him. The few times he was giving the lecture, she tried to interrupt to tell him why he was wrong. He looked down at her, but almost dropped her when he saw the tears running down her face. As it was, he stumbled the last few steps to his front door, almost dropping his keys in his haste to unlock it. “Mads, what’s wrong? What did I say? You know I’m not really mad at you.” He set her down carefully on the couch, crouching down to try to catch her eye. “Maddie, come on. What’s wrong?”

Eyes darting away, she took a deep breath. “I am an asshole Evan. It’s all my fault. Doug went after him because of me, because he cared about me. He almost died! And nothing is the same now. He blames me. He says he doesn’t, but he must. He said it’ll never be like before and he’s right. We were happy, but that was before my husband almost killed him, before my husband kidnapped me and almost killed me. Before I killed my husband. Of course we can’t go back to how we were! And why would he want to? It’s my fault Evan, and he’s just too nice to tell me that’s why he can’t be with me. He’s so sweet; he even tried to date me. But it would never work now. He’s such a kind, sweet man. I’m just...Nothing good comes from being around me. So it’s good he got away from me before he got too invested.” She still wouldn’t look at him, eyes trained at the wall over his shoulder. He’d known she was struggling, that something had happened between her and Chimney after they both got out of the hospital, but neither had said a word. She’d just acted like everything was okay, except that she’d practically moved in with him and she didn’t check her phone all the time or laugh much. And now she’d gone straight to eloquent drunk, which was always a sign that things were really bad.

“No, hey, no, that’s not true. None of it was your fault Mads. Doug is the one who hurt you, who hurt Chimney. You were just living your life, and he followed her across the country. Then he stalked you, stalked the man who was finally making you happy, and then tried to hurt you both. That’s on him Maddie, not you. And Chimney would never blame you for any of it. He cares about you, I can tell, and he doesn’t blame you for what Doug did. And yeah, things can’t go back to how they were before, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It just means that you both have to put in the effort to start over. Don’t try to jump back in where you were, when you were about to go on a date. You both went through a lot, and that changed you both. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still be good for each other. Okay?” He brought one of the hands resting on her knees up to cup her face, wiping away the tears that had silently started to fall. After what seemed like hours, but surely was only another minute, she finally looked at him. The misery and self loathing he saw in her eyes startled him, but he didn’t look away.

“How do you know? We’re never going to get it back Even. Whatever we were going to be, we can’t get that back. And how could he not blame me? You’re right, Doug is the one who actually did it all. But it’s because of me. Because I came here, and I let people get close, and matter to me again. If I’d just kept going, or even just stayed in Hershey, it never would have happened. So how can he not blame me Evan? He’s not okay, and I’m the only one left to blame.” Voice breaking by the end, she broke eye contact again, pulling her face away from his hand.

“He asks me how you’re doing all the time Mads. Like, all the time. Athena was at the station for dinner a couple weeks ago, and was asking how you were, since she hadn’t talked to you in awhile. I mentioned that you’d been staying with me, and that you were trying to get out of your lease, and Chimney immediately told me he’d talked to a friend who worked at a real estate office who agreed to go over your lease to see if you could get out of without losing the security deposit. And now every shift he asks me how you’re doing. He cares, Maddie. I think you both just need some time, and then to try to get to know each other again as the people who survived a horrific thing. I don’t think this has to be the thing to tear the two of you apart Maddie. But you have to talk to him about it.” She looked at her lap, nodding slightly but otherwise not responding. Knowing he’d done all he could, and not even sure how much she’d remember in the morning, he got up to get her some water and give her the space to get ready for bed. He could only hope something he said stuck, because being with Chimney had made her happier than he could ever remember seeing her, and he wanted to see it again.

#cardi-sea #911 fanfic #maddie x buck #sickfic prompts #buckley siblings #bucksibs

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nurse-buckley · 4 years ago

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Ugh, I just love these! Send me a number and a pairing or x reader and I’ll see what I can do! Currently writing for Star Trek AOS, 9-1-1 and Lone Star!

Heartbeat Prompts

“I’m going to check your pulse.”

“Your heart is racing.”

“Your pulse is weak.”

“Can I listen to your heart?”

“Can you check my pulse?”

“My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest.”

“My chest hurts.”

“I’m just going to take a listen.”

“Why is your heart beating so fast? ”

“Shh, I’m trying to listen to your heart.”

“Take a deep breath, it should help slow your heart rate.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just checking your pulse.”

“I know my heart is racing, but yours is too.”

“I can never find my own pulse, I think I’m dead.”

“Let’s slow down your pulse a little, okay?”

“Would it be okay if I checked your pulse?”

“Can you feel my heart racing?"

"Can you hear my heart racing?"

"Your heart is pounding."

"What does my heart sound like?"

"I’ve never heard anyone’s heartbeat before."

“I want to get your heart racing.”

"Your heartbeat is soothing."

"That’s not how you use a stethoscope."

"So how do I use this stethoscope properly?"

"Your heartbeat sounds like home."

“Your heartbeat is so loud."

"I love hearing your heart racing like this for me."

"I want to feel your heartbeat."

"I want to hear your heartbeat."

"I can’t get my heart to calm down."

"I can hear my own heartbeat. Is that normal?”

“Do you know how to check for a pulse?”

“Can you show me how to take a pulse?”

“Take a deep breath.”

“This might be a little cold.”

“Just breathe normally.”

#prompt batch #dialogue prompts #medical #whump #illness #injury #sickfic #9-1-1 x reader #911 x reader #lone star x reader #9-1-1 fanfiction #911 fanfiction

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sicktember · 3 years ago

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Sicktember is almost here!

Just one more month to go!

[Modeling by Zendaya the Cat. Photograph by @yes-i-am-happyaspie 📸😂]

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crinkled-emotions · 3 years ago

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Eddie @ Buck: “ let me feel your forehead. ” and/or “ look at you, you’re sweating bullets. ” for 911 prompts???

Hey! I just smashed this one out and I hope you enjoy it. I did touch a little bit on some of my own personal headcanons but anyway.

“Hey, Bobby?”

“Yes, Hen?”

“Have you... happened to walk past the bathroom in oh, say, the last fifteen to twenty minutes?”

“Are Buck and Eddie having sex again? I swear, if Buck’s reverting back to 1.0-“

“-please, if anything it’s Eddie leading Buck astray. Uh, no, actually Buck’s sitting in there having some sort of breakdown.”

Bobby frowned, getting up from his desk. A hand on Hen’s arm, he gave her a squeeze and turned toward the bunks.

“Eddie!”

Chim poked his head up from the couch but Eddie was nowhere to be seen. Figuring he was napping like the pro he is, Bobby gestured for Hen to head to the bunks.

“Go and find Eddie. How sick do you think Buck is?”

“I think he’s more exhausted than sick, Cap,” Hen said. Bobby tracked down the stairs and pushed open the door to the locker room, finding Buck sitting on the bench in his workout clothes, shivering. It didn’t look like he’d gotten to the working out part yet. Kneeling by Buck’s legs, Bobby touched his hand to get his attention.

“Buck, it’s Bobby,” he said softly and a tear slipped down Buck’s cheek.

“Where’s Eddie?” He asked and at that moment, Eddie appeared in the doorway. He was wearing one of Buck’s shirts and a pair of sweats, rubbing at his eye.

“What’s up with you?” He asked and Buck sucked in a sob.

“I don’t feel good, I- I don’t feel... something’s not-“

“-are you hot? Cold?”

Eddie’s ex-medic brain was switching on, no longer plagued by sleep, and he rushed over to sit beside Buck. Buck’s hand found Eddie’s t-shirt and he turned just enough to bury his head into Eddie’s chest.

“Hey, let me feel your forehead.”

In the way he often did with Christopher, Eddie cupped Buck’s head for a moment before pushing back his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re burning up. How about we head home, huh?”

Barely a glance at Bobby told Eddie he had the permission he needed to get Buck home. When Eddie went to stand Buck cried out, reaching for his shirt and when Eddie didn’t move, Buck pressed his face into Eddie’s abs. Eddie held the back of his neck, frowning as he turned to Bobby.

“Hey, can you grab my bag?”

Bobby did as told, passing over Eddie’s duffel. He unzipped it and rifled through it before producing a bottle of ibuprofen with a grin.

“How do you feel about some fever relief?” He asked Buck, who shook his head.

“Haven’t eaten today.”

Shit. Bobby glanced at Eddie, who took it all in stride.

“Okay. We’re going home. I can’t carry you so you’re gonna have to walk by yourself unless you want Chim firing up the ambulance sirens.”

Buck looked terrified at that thought, pressing his face into Eddie’s shirt again. Eddie grinned, that familiar Diaz smirk that Bobby had come to know well, and brushed his fingers through Buck’s curls.

“Let’s get home, hey?”

~9-1-1~

“Look at you, you’re sweating buckets.”

Buck didn’t even try to laugh at Eddie’s stupid little attempt at a pun; as the reigning king of dad jokes, that one was pathetic and Buck preferred to be close to Eddie rather than have him moving around.

“Eds,” Buck croaked out and Eddie froze.

“You’re not gonna puke are you? That happened last fic and apparently we’re taking a break from that.”

“Need you,” Buck murmured and Eddie’s eyes softened.

“Let’s get you changed.”

Whirling around before Buck’s grabby hands could grab his waist, Eddie yanked open Buck’s drawer of clothes he’d left at Casa de Diaz, coming up with a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

“Here, sweetheart, arms up,”

Weakly, Buck lifted his arms and Eddie pulled off his old shirt, letting Buck lower his arms the second he had it off because he was exhausted to say the least. The fever really wiped him out. Pulling the clean shirt over Buck’s head, Eddie got it straightened out before helping Buck put his arms through the holes. Seeing Buck exhausted from the small movements, Eddie decided to skip the shorts and instead pulled Buck’s pants off, tossing them into the laundry pile near his door. If he was lucky, he’d remember they were Buck’s. If not, he would definitely try to put them on at least once.

~9-1-1~

“Eds?”

“I’m here.”

“Eddie?”

“You already called for me.”

“Oh shit. Did I?”

“You did. What do you need?”

“I’m too hot.”

Eddie felt Buck’s forehead again, determining Buck was correct; he was indeed too hot.

“That’s right, babe. I’m going to get you something to eat and some fever reducers.”

“Don’t go.”

Buck rolled over, flush against Eddie’s chest, and tightened his grip. Eddie groaned, cooking in Buck’s heat, and lightly pushed at him.

“Sweetheart, I know you don’t feel good, but you need to let me up. I have to take care of you so you can feel good.”

“I don’t want you to move,” Buck murmured and Eddie smiled.

“Since when have you been clingy? You’ve never climbed me like this before, not even after-“

“-stop talking. Snuggle.”

As much as it pained Eddie, he managed to slip out of Buck’s octopus grip and placed Buck’s phone in the younger man’s hand.

“If you need me in the fifteen minutes I’m using to cook and pee, call me. But only if it’s an emergency.”

“Does missing you count?” Buck whispered and Eddie raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, so feverish Buck is cheesy Buck. Well, at least it’s not high Buck.”

“High Eddie is hilarious, the author said.”

“Yeah, well, the author should be in bed asleep right now so their judgement is clouded. Close your eyes and sleep, Buck, it’ll pass faster.”

~9-1-1~

When Buck woke, Eddie was back. There was toast on the bedside table, a couple bottles of water and Eddie appeared to be scrolling through Instagram, looking at Parenting Tips. As if he needed them, but it was sweet that he wanted to improve. Giving Eddie’s arm a kiss, Buck felt Eddie shift so he could do that thing where he-

Ah. Yesssssss. Right there.

Stroking through Buck’s curls, Eddie appeared focused and Buck sat up enough he could lean his head on Eddie’s shoulder, reaching for his phone.

“Don’t get so caught up.”

“Hey. You sound better.”

“I feel bad though.”

“Physically or mentally?”

Eddie had really kicked it up a notch lately, being aware of Buck’s mental wellbeing and being the first person to call him out if he thought Buck wasn’t taking care of himself.

“Both? I feel anxious and tired and still a little hot.”

“That sounds complicated. I have food and meds for the physical symptoms, but for the mental side of things... what’s making you feel anxious?”

“The second I get sick, I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack. It’s not healthy, I know.”

“What helps settle you down? Is there anything I can do?”

“If- if it’s not too much... can you... hold me?”

“Well shit, I guess I can do that. Only because you asked so nicely.”

It’s the way Eddie says it as he tosses his phone to the side, the way he is clearly down to cuddle. If anyone asked Buck six months ago, he would have said Eddie hated cuddling.

Turns out he was very wrong. Snuggling into Eddie’s chest, Buck finds he feels safe. Secure, protected.

He thinks that he’d like to maybe keep this feeling forever.

#911 #fanfiction #evan buckley #buck #911 on fox #Eddie diaz #sickfic #911 sickfic prompts

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vivispec · 2 years ago

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Solavellan (and Friends) Whumptober 2022 Masterlist

I DID IT

Below is my masterlist of prompts, all 31 of them.

Every prompt takes place in the Dragon Age universe, and follows either Solas, my Inquisitor Viera’vun, her hunting partner and twin soul Iloniyn, her and Solas’ children Talasyl’nir/Hareva and Salhasil, or my ancient elvhen oc Sha’iletha.

fandom: dragon age inquisition

pairings: solavellan, solas/ancient elf oc, dalish oc & dalish oc, lavellan & dorian, lavellan & varric

individual tags/triggers under the cut, as well as which prompts were specifically filled.

Day 1 - What Blooms in Darkness

“Out of the Ordinary” Adverse Effects | "This wasn't supposed to happen"

solas, viera’vun tags: first encounter, angst, intent to kill, solas pov

Day 2 - Only Here May We Remain

“Nowhere to Run” Cornered | Confrontation

solas/viera’vun tags: final goodbye, angst, doomed lovers, viera pov

Day 3 - A Ruby Token

“A Hair’s Breadth from Death” Gun Arrow to Temple

solas, iloniyn tags: verbal abuse, enemies, ilo pov

Day 4 - The Brave Front

“Dead on your Feet” Hidden Injury | Can't Pass Out

viera’vun & iloniyn tags: poisoned, refugees, twin souls (platonic soulmates), viera pov

Day 5 - The Foundation of Happiness

“Every Whumpee’s Needs” Blood Loss

solas, sha’iletha tags: ancient elvhen, first meeting, blood, arrow wound, freed slave, self-deprecation, ptsd, lost identity, shai pov

Day 6 - False Mercy

“Proof of Life” "I've got a pulse!"

solas/viera’vun tags: near death, repressed feelings, denial, angst, solas pov

Day 7 - Stand Still

“The Way You Shake and Shiver” Silent Panic Attack | Shaking Hands

solas/viera’vun tags: angst, panic attack, lies, coming clean, viera pov

Day 8 - Honey for a Bitter Medicine

“Everything Hurts and I’m Dying” Stomach Pain | Head Trauma

viera’vun & iloniyn, talasyl’nir tags: solavellan fankid, sickfic, head trauma, disorientation, twin souls (platonic soulmates), ilo pov

Day 9 - En’an’sal’in Sul Nydha

“The Very Noisy Night” Tossing and Turning

solas/viera’vun tags: trouble sleeping, traumatic flashbacks, hurt/comfort, blood

Day 10 - The Enemy Unknown

“Poor Unfortunate Souls”

viera’vun tags: torture, bastinado, psychological manipulation, imprisonment, viera pov

Day 11 - Flesh and Blood

“911, What’s Your Emergency?” Sloppy Bandages

hareva & salhasil tags: solavellan fankids, child injury, blood, hurt/comfort, reva pov

Day 12 - Should’ve Kept That Big Mouth Shut

“What Could Go Wrong?” Cave-in

viera’vun, solas, varric, blackwall tags: cave-in, mostly just party banter tbh, viera pov

Day 13 - The Bearer of Broken Things

“Can’t Make an Omelet Without Breaking a Few Legs” Fracture

iloniyn & talasyl’nir tags: dalish oc, solavellan fankid, child injury, broken bone, adopted father/daughter bonding, hurt/comfort, ilo pov

Day 14 - The Avalanche Descending

“Die a Hero or Live Long Enough to Become a Villain” Failed Escape | “I’ll be right behind you”

solas/viera’vun, cullen, cole tags: believed character death, angst, last words, self-sacrifice, solas pov

Day 15 - A Painful Possibility

“Emotional Damage” New Scars | Breathing Throught the Pain

viera’vun & dorian tags: unplanned pregnancy, morning sickness, abandonment issues, pregnancy termination consideration, viera pov

Day 16 - Ill Omen

“No Way Out” Paralytic Drug

viera’vun tags: imprisonment, failed escape, drug mention, chased, viera pov

Day 17 - I Will Call You Home

“Hanging by a Threat” Breaking Point

viera’vun & talasyl’nir, iloniyn, solas/viera’vun tags: adolescent death, time travel, solavellan fankid, viera pov, solas pov, death threats

Day 18 - Thawed Truth

“Let’s Break the Ice” Treading Water | “Take my coat cloak”

solas, hareva, salhasil tags: solavellan fankids, child injury, a solid amount of solas angst, solas pov

Day 19 - Vulnerable

“Enough is Enough” Head Lolling | Knees Buckling

salhasil, hareva, viera’vun, solas tags: solavellan fankids, post-canon, mana sickness, sudden severe illness, convulsions, fainting, reva pov

Day 20 - Never Fast Enough

“Famous Last Words” Coughing Up Blood | “You’re safe now”

viera’vun & nuarehn tags: pre-canon, dalish ocs, character death, panicking, final moments, last words

Day 21 - Surrender the Weight

“It’s Been a Long Day” Going Into Shock | Fetal Position

viera’vun & iloniyn, viera’vun & varric tags: post-canon, dalish ocs, panic attack, emotional shock, reliving trauma, arrow wound, self-sacrifice, twin souls (platonic soulmates), viera pov

Day 22 - Warm and Briefly Real

“Pick Your Poison” Toxic

solas/viera’vun tags: poisoned, intoxicated, mixed signals, hurt/comfort, caretaker, viera pov

Day 23 - Real Trouble

“At the End of Their Rope” Tied to the Table | “Hold them down!”

hareva, salhasil, solas, viera’vun tags: kidnapping, attempted ransom, solavellan fankids, child injury, self injury, blood magic, post-canon, reva pov

Day 24 - Storm Dancer

“Fight, Flight, or Freeze” “I don’t want to do this anymore”

viera’vun, dorian, the iron bull, cole, iloniyn, gerda tags: childbirth, angst, hurt/comfort, twin souls (platonic soulmates), abandonment trauma, post-canon, viera pov

Day 25 - Thicker Than Blood

“Silence is Golden” Lost Voice | “You better start talking!”

viera’vun & nuarehn, iloniyn tags: mild hurt/comfort, bullying, dalish ocs, found family, kids being cute, viera pov

Day 26 - Singed Wings Still Fly

“No One Left Behind” Rope Burns | “Why did you save me?”

solas/sha’iletha tags: ancient elvhen, angst, suicidal ideation/thoughts, self-sacrifice, self-deprecation, shai pov

Day 27 - A Hand Outstretched

“Pushed to the Limit” Muffled Screams | Magical Exhaustion | Stumbling

solas/sha’iletha, arahmis/samleal tags: ancient elvhen, restraints, angst, suicidal ideation/thoughts, self-sacrifice, self-deprecation, former slave, solas pov

Day 28 - The Price of a Blind Eye

“It’s Just the Tip of the Iceberg” Anger Born of Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache

solas tags: angst, reaction to assassination attempt, minor character death, solas pov

Day 29 - The Midnight Vigil

“What Doesn’t Kill Me...” Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you”

viera’vun & iloniyn, talasyl’nir tags: hurt/comfort, twin souls (platonic soulmates), dalish ocs, solavellan fankid, post-canon, ilo pov

Day 30 - An Ill-Fated Offering

“Note to Self: Don’t Get Kidnapped” Manhandled | “Please don’t touch me”

sha’iletha shaise tags: kidnapping, child abuse, ancient elvhen, origin story, shai pov

Day 31 - The Dying of the Light

“The Light at the End of the Tunnel” Comfort | “You can rest now”

solas/viera’vun tags: main character death, convulsions, last words, final goodbye, post-canon, viera pov

#whumptober2022 #completionist #masterlist #solavellan #dragon age #dai #dalish oc #original characters #solavellan fankids

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Welcome to Round 2 of 911 Lone Star Angst Week September 11th-19th, 2021*

*Yes, you read correctly, this second round will actually be 9 (NINE) days... so, 911 Lone Star Angst Week-and-a-half? This just allows for more flexibility with prompts and as per usual events, you are under no obligation to post for everyday (but if you do, that’s incredible).

Here are the prompts for this edition of Angst Week:

September 11 (Day 1) - “C” ex: calm, cold, care, cauterize, cane, car, cat, choke, chronic, coma, concussion, cough, cpr, crash, crutches, cast, captive, caught, cave, chain, cramp, cry

September 12 (Day 2) - “G” ex: game, guess, gone, grow, garden, grief, gas, grab, gagged, ghost, ground, gun, guilt

September 13 (Day 3) - “J” ex: jail, jaw, jealous, joint, jam

September 14 (Day 4) - “M” ex: mist, mark, melt, memory, motion, mugging, mind, mcd, missing, mouth, mob, mcl, move, mourning, migraine, malfunction, medicine, mistake, misunderstand, mask, mute, mission

September 15 (Day 5) - “N” ex: nose, neck, no, natural, near, neglect, nerve, nervous, nightmare

September 16 (Day 6) - “O” ex: open, other, out, off, over, old, operation, organ, od

September 17 (Day 7) - “P” ex: puncture, pull, pop, promise, push, pain, punish, possession, pity, phobia, poisoning, plague, prisoner, patient, position, pole, panic, paralysis, paranoid, parasite, pass, pin, plead, pneumonia

September 18 (Day 8) - “T” ex: tear, trauma, throat, torture, turn, trouble, time, temper, trap, touch, thief, tamper, transform, teeth, treatment, table, team, taunt, terminal, throw, tied, tonsillitis, toxic, trail, trust, twist

September 19 (Day 9) - free day! write whatever your angsty heart desires for whatever letter!

See below the cut for more info and some faqs!

Why do the prompts look different this time?

The change in the way we are doing is prompts was actually the reasoning behind why we extending the event by two days. Instead of the traditional dialogue prompt + trope, we are using letters to provide more flexibility with angst tropes. In other words, last time the admins struggled to find a balance between all the different forms of angst and catering it to everyone’s preferences. Doing it this way allows for participants to create something for any prompt and make it work for them. Write 9 days of sickfics, or 9 days of hardcore whump, or 9 days of emotional angst! Or mix it up and write a little for each. Whatever suits your preferences, make it work for you!

Why those letters?

As fun as it would be to do a 26 day long event for all letters in the English Alphabet (okay, it was considered), we had to narrow it down somehow. There are 11 main characters on 911 Lone Star, and their first names start with 8 different letters (+ the 1 free day). AKA why this a 9 day event, not 7, so we could use all characters. “C” for Carlos, “G” for Grace, “J” for Judd, etc;

The important thing to note is that just because a day’s letter is named after that character, you do not have to write a fic about that day’s character. Write all fics about Tarlos. Write some fics about Tarlos, some fics about Paul, and some fics about Tommy. This event is about whatever angst YOU want to write. The only rule is that your fic centers around a word that starts with that days letter.

Do we have to use the examples or can we pick something else?

Absolutely not! The examples are just to get the gears going and if you come up with another idea that starts with that letter, feel free to use that!

What about content creators?

We encourage all forms of content to be submitted for the event, not just writing! Though we know how difficult that is for events like this.

Last time we set aside a day for each character (with some doubled up) and asked content creators to show us an angsty moment for that character. This time with the prompts already vague, revolving around one letter, we welcome you to use that letter to choose which moment to show us. For example, day 1 you could use the word “car” and gif Judd and Grace’s car accident, or “cry” and draw one of the vulnerable tarlos moments.

If you have any ideas for how to better cater this event for content creators, please reach out and let us know!

What hashtags do we use? Is there and ao3 collection? Other information about posting?

Okay, you’re getting ahead of us here. We just wanted to get the basic info out now so people can begin working on their submissions if they would like! Closer to the event, we will post some reminders that will include the information you need to post (but short answer: tag will probably be the same as before and there will be ao3 collection)

Any other questions?

Send us an ask, or message @silvarafael or @marjansmarwani privately and we will do our best to answer. Thanks!

#911lsangstweek #fandom event #announcement #admin post #911 lone star #boost

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lonestarpost · 4 years ago

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April 5, 2021~ Masterlist ~ Issue 9

Episode Spotlight

An video episode spotlight by @trkstrnd

The Edits Edit

Some of the best edits this week that deserve all the love.

This Grace edit by @beesgraphicsmess is so amazing and highlights Grace so well this one of Judd is also great.

jamie’s 1k follower celebration ~ favorite episodes ↳ #3 - 2x04 “Friends with Benefits” by @silvarafael is an excellent gif set (and all the ones in the 1k follower celebration series are wonderful).

9-1-1: LONE STAR - S1 E8 - “Monster Inside” (and all the Carlos Reyes edits) by @howtosingit is always a delight to see on my dashboard.

I’ll crawl home to him… | [insp.] by @marwankenzari is a breathtaking Tarlos gifset that I adore.

Prince Carlos as seen at his 25th Name Day Celebrations by @reyeslonestar is an amazing piece of fanart!

I’m gonna love you for a long time by @shoenaerts is beautiful.

he found the colors to paint him where the world had left him grey. by @marwankenzari is a lovely Tarlos edit.

make me choose: (buddie or tarlos?) by @maygrant is a marvelous Tarlos edit.

This Tarlos edit by @beesgraphicsmess is amazing!

This impressive edit by @djdangerlove is gorgeous

Fic Recs

Showing love to fantastic writing!

Sleep is never coming by @marjansmarwani (Brilliantbanshee)

Word Count:2881

Chapters: 1/1

Owen has been having the same dream for months now. Every few nights he falls asleep and is returned to one of the worst moments of his life in vivid technicolor. After one of these nights, he finds himself in the kitchen: seeking some tea in pursuit of sleep when he is suddenly not alone. But maybe the young officer who just stumbled into his kitchen from his son's bedroom is the best person he could talk to about this. Maybe it takes someone who loves his son as much as he does to truly understand the fear that is keeping him up at night.

we’ll be a fine line by @reyesstrand (stormss)

Word Count: 3220

Chapters: 1/1

He closes his eyes, and all he can picture is the kid's pinpoint pupils and cold, clammy skin. TK closes his eyes and all of a sudden he's back in his shoebox apartment in Brooklyn, and he can't get rid of the sourness pooling under his tongue, the trembling of his fingers, no matter how damn hard he tries.

Turn to the Left by @alilypea (alilypea)

Word Count: 2952

Chapters: 2/? (WIP)

TK Strand has been modelling since the age of 16, but a rash of bad jobs and bad publicity, as well as a bad breakup, send him running to his Dad, Owen Strand, Captain of the 126 in Austin, Texas. There he learns that fame can't get you everything, and sometimes you have to win people over by being honest and being yourself...

When Snow Falls, We Listen by (destimushi)

Word Count: 15925

Chapters: 6/24 (WIP)

Hollywood heartthrob TK Strand seems to have everything figured out. He's got the career of his dreams, his pick of scripts, and a platform where he gets to touch the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. Sure, his personal life is just one sex scandal after another, but he's used to that. He loves his job and adores his fans and that's all that matters. After attending a wedding that drags up unpleasant memories from a past he'd rather forget, TK books himself a remote cabin in Canada where he can re-center himself before his next big shoot.

Carlos Reyes loves to cook, but he loves watching people enjoy his food more. Although his catering and meal planning business is booming, he's lost the spark of passion that drove him to culinary school in the first place. When his last catering job goes sideways and nasty rumours start to fly, Carlos retreats to his family's cabin up north in Canada for some much needed time to make some life-altering decisions.

Miscommunication brings them together, but a snow storm keeps them there, and it's up to TK and Carlos to figure out what it is they both need to weather the storm.

no right to love you by (ksmalltalk)

Word Count: 17690

Chapters: 2/2

In an attempt to figure out his place in the world, TK has spent the last two months traveling after the events of the solar storm. While out on the road, TK aimed to define what home meant to him, only to realize that he left it back in Austin. Upon the day of his return, TK finds that so much of life is just as he left. Every aspect but one. With a change in relationship status for Carlos, the homecoming TK pictured is turned on its head. As he and Carlos work through their strained, complicated history, TK hopes that the next road he travels will lead to Carlos' heart.

Adding New Players by @djdangerlove (DjDangerLove)

Word Count: 2384

Chapters: 1/1

Carlos and TK both want kids, but TK's fears go beyond those of just new parent jitters.

reassurance in kissing by @lire-casander (Lire_Cassander)

Word Count: 870

Chapters: 1/1

#2 ~ a small, fleeting kiss — which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

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April 5-11: 911 Lone Star Angst Week

It’s no secret that this fandom is full of talented creators who love the hurt that comes with the show. As a way to highlight the incredible creations, we would like to introduce angst week!

Writing Prompts

April 5 / Day 1: Emotional whump + “How do we fix this?”

April 6 / Day 2: Physical whump + “Does it hurt badly?”

April 7 / Day 3: Coda / fix-it fic

April 8 / Day 4: Sickfic + “You need to rest.”

April 9 / Day 5: Mental health + “I’m so tired of feeling like this.”

April 10 / Day 6: Off the job injury + “You’ve got to be more careful.”

April 11 / Day 7: Free choice!

April 16-18: 911 Lone Star Weekend

Writing Prompts

Day 1: Romance/ “You are the only one for me.”/Fluff

Day 2: Emergencies/“Please, stay awake.”/Angst

Day 3: Found Family/“We’ve got your back, no matter what.”/Hurt/Comfort

Non-Writing Prompts

Day 1: Romance – Favorite tender moments

Day 2: Emergencies – Favorite rescue scenes

Day 3: Found Family – Favorite group scenes

#materlist #911 lone star #lone star post #issue 9 #april 5 2021 #text

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 4 years ago

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Requests Open

Hey guys! Relatively recently I hit 500 followers it was like a month ago I’m just a disaster and in honor of that and my recent graduation from college, I’ve decided to start taking requests again! Below the cut, you’ll be able to find some guidelines for what I will and won’t write!

You can also send prompts for short fics/blurbs every Sunday as part of my personal Six Sentence Sunday writing challenge.

Fandoms:

I will be accepting requests for any of the fandoms I’m in. As you can see from my masterlist I’ve mostly written for the MCU (namely Agents of Shield) and Julie and the Phantoms but I’m absolutely open to writing for other fandoms! My main fandoms include (but are not limited to):

MCU

AoS

JATP

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson

911 fox

Pairings:

For the most part, I will write any pairing (queer, polyamorous, rare pair, canon, non-canon, platonic, etc) so long as I like the prompt however I will NOT write:

Starker (Peter Parker x Tony Stark) or any other pairing that involves an adult and a minor or a power imbalance (I.e. mentor/mentee)

Juke (Julie Molina x Luke Patterson). I love juke in canon but I’ve found that I don’t really love writing for them, sorry. Edit: exceptions may be made if I like the prompt

Post-1995 Lalex (Luke Patterson x Alex Mercer). I love the concept and I think it totally works for the boys pre-death but I believe in Willex supremacy so I will not be writing Lalex in any canon-compliant fics. Edit: I will make exceptions for Lalex in polycule scenarios

Content (tropes/AUs/etc)

As with the previous section, I’m down to write just about any type of fic (canon-compliant, canon-divergent, AU, etc) and/or any kind of trope (enemies to lovers, fake dating, soulmates, etc) so long as the prompt inspires me, but here are some things I will NOT write:

Smut. I’m just not comfy with it

Sickfics, of any kind.

Pregnancy

This list will be edited as time goes on so please check back before you make a request (it’ll be linked at the top of my Masterlist). I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO DECLINE ANY PROMPTS FOR ANY REASON

#prompt me #requests #writing requests #jatp #Julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #mcu #mcu fic #aos #aos fic #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #pjo #pjo fic #fic writing #fanfic #Erin writes

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