#911bingo

[angelwithwingsoffire]

911 Bingo Round 3

It's been a while since I did a Bingo, but I got back into this fandom last year and decided to give it another whirl! Thanks to @911bingo for running it!

The entire collection can be found here!

Masterlist of completed:

"My dream? My dream wouldn't be complete without you in it." - ~5k, Buddie, Getting Together, Fluff - Link

"I will slap the taste out of your mouth." - ~1.7k, Buddie, Established Relationship, Domestic - Link

Wildfire - ~2.3k, Buddie, Love Confessions, Getting Together - Link

Chimney Han - ~2.7k, Agender Chimney, Firefam Fluff - Link

"What I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, I like you, very much. Just as you are." - ~3.9k, Buck & Bobby Father Son Fluff, Agender Buck, Supportive Bobby - Link

First kiss caught on Camera - ~1.5k, Buddie, Getting Together, First Kiss, Fluff - Link

Free Space! - ~2k, Season 7 Based, Buddie, "Reddit am I homophobic?" - Link

Anonymous Flower Delivery - ~5k, Buddie, Fluff, Getting Together, Flower Language - Link

Slow Dancing - ~1.6k, Buddie, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff - Link

Explosion - ~2.3k, Buddie, Angst, Angst with an Open Ending, Main Character Injury - Link

May Grant - ~2.6k, May and Buck friendship, Angst, Domestic Violence, Angst, Angst with a Hopeful Ending - Link

[xofemeraldstars]

finally remembered to join in on @bucktommypositivityweek 🫶 yay 🧡 not me using random.org to decide which bingo card to do lol imma update this post with all the stuff I find 🥰

[breannacasey]

The Land of Nightmares and Blood

Owen marries a witch and, when he divorces her, she curses him, and his son.

Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, 911 Lone Star. Teen and Up. 3724 words. Written for @911bingo: Hex/Curse/Magic Spell

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[inkdropmemories]

please just text me your goodbye

Relationships: Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.3k

There’s a radio crackling somewhere nearby.  “Fir-ighter Di-z, do-copy-” Or: Eddie, Buck and a collapsing building. @911bingo : collapsing building

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[half-bakedboy]

the city never sleeps (and that makes two)

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Buddie | Rating: Explicit | Length: 3k Written for the @911bingo square: Prostitute AU Summary:

Eddie had so much on his plate between getting himself through the Fire Academy, taking care of his son's multiple kinds of therapies, and trying to keep up with his abuela's bills on top of his own... How was he expected to go out on dates to get to know people and find the energy to sleep with them after? All of this was to say that he wasn’t proud of how Thursday night ended in a hotel bed with a man he hired over the internet, but he didn’t really have any other choice.

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[alkaysani]

my 911 bingo card! thanks @lucydonato for doing this. template from @sweetrevelation. so fun!

[alkaysani]

close!

hehe bingo time (ft these beautiful cards from @sweetrevelation)

[breannacasey]

Some Days You Can't Save Anyone

After the firetruck gets driven off the road, Chimney finds himself sitting alone at the back.

Chimney & 118 crew, 9-1-1. 1420 words. Teen and Up. Major Character Death. Written for @911bingo: Mass Casualty

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[calinaannehart]

9-1-1 Bingo: Round 4 - 5 alarm fire

the chief, the captain, and the probie

Tommy has always been a light sleeper.

His time in the army and years as a firefighter has ingrained in him the ability to wake in a microsecond and spring into action at the sound of an alarm, the vestiges of sleep draining from him in an instant the moment his eyes snap open.

He’s essentially programmed to recognize and respond to the sound of an alarm or bell, so when the screech of his home fire alarm penetrates through his sleep on a morning after a 24-hour shift, Tommy’s hands instantly start reaching for his uniform boots the second his head is off the pillow.

When they instead find slippers in the space next to his bed, Tommy blinks as his brain reboots. He’s not at harbour. He’s not in the barracks. It’s not the bell alerting the crew to an emergency.

It’s the smoke alarm in the kitchen.

The space in the bed next to him is empty, Evan having likely long been awake and going about his day while Tommy sleeps, and while he knows his husband is more than capable of handling any emergency they might find arising in the house Tommy’s heart still stutters.

“Evan?” Tommy calls, not pausing to stuff his feet into the slippers as he springs from the bed and out into the upstairs hallway. The sound of the alarm is louder out here and there’s a definite smell of smoke in the air.

It’s not the one that comes from a cigarette or a bonfire, and not one of burnt food. It’s the one that he would recognize anywhere, the one that he smells at least once, if not more, a shift. It’s the smell of burning wood and fabric. It’s the smell of a house fire.

“Evan!” He checks each of the upstairs rooms, finding them clear and empty of both fire and people, and flies down the stairs, his feet barely touching each one. The smell gets stronger but there’s little sign of smoke, only a very light misting in the air which tells him that, wherever the source of the fire is, it hasn’t spread too far yet. He still has time to contain it.

The first thing he and Evan had done when they’d moved in was place a small extinguisher and a fire blanket in every room of the house. They’ve both witnessed the devastation of household fires and how easily they can start and spread to the entire property, taking possessions and lives in the blink of an eye. Tommy grabs the first extinguisher he passes, the one tucked just behind the large houseplant by the front door.

Pulling the pin Tommy keeps calling for his husband as he follows the whisps of steadily darkening smoke through to the kitchen, and with every shout going unanswered his panic starts to grow.

Perhaps he isn’t home, maybe he’s popped to the park or the supermarket, there’s a growing list of things they’ve run out of stuck to the fridge that they’ve been meaning to pick up.

The alarm in the kitchen screams at him when he steps over the threshold making Tommy’s ears ring, but he only has eyes for the open door that leads into the yard, black smoke trailing in which appears to be what set it off.

What the hell is burning in their garden?

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[alkaysani]

thanks @lucydonato for another bingo day! please pardon the names i tried

[jamesandanthony]

square two done!

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Bingo square: ice storm

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Words: 4,636 | Rated: T

POV Tommy Kinard | Established Relationship | Cabin Fic | Blizzards & Snowstorms | Fluff

“Babe, I think we might have to call a rain check on our hike.” Tommy moves to join Evan at the window of the cabin, looking out across the lake as the first gentle flakes of snow start to fall from the sky. “You mean a snow check?” he says, sliding his arms around Evan’s waist from behind and resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

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[prettyboybuckley]

kiss me with everyone watching by prettyboybuckley

3.8k | 1/1 | Teen and Up | No Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

For the @911bingo prompt: Dared to Make Out (though I realized too late it said make-out and not kiss so it's, like, barely making out)

Summary:

The moment Chimney opens his mouth and utters those words, Eddie knows that it's going to happen, that he's going to be kissing Buck because Buck isn't going to back down from a dare. (And neither is Eddie if he's being honest.) "I dare you," Chim says, his eyes sparkling with mischief, a smug grin on his face. For a moment, Buck doesn't move, and then he turns around and promptly drops himself into Eddie's lap in the armchair. OR: The team has drinks at the Grant-Nash house and Chim comes up with a dare that might either be the best or the worst thing that has ever happened to Eddie

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[alkaysani]

It’s 9-1-1 Bingo Night! Hosted by @lucydonato You can get a 9-1-1 Bingo Template Card here and play along: @sweetrevelation

Here are my favorite episodes! So hard to pick honestly.

[i-put-the-star-in-bastard]

You take the dark away, and that's no easy feat

Relationship: Buck/Eddie

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

They stay like that for a bit, Eddie's face buried in Buck's hair, their chest rising and lowering in unison, Buck pressing kisses along Eddie's hand and forearm.

Eventually, Buck whispers "I need more, Eds."

Eddie kisses his nape. "I know," he whispers. "Just give me a few more minutes, mi amor."

or, after a rope rescue gone wrong, Buck and Eddie find comfort in each other

Whumptober prompt: Day 24 - equipment failure

911 Bingo Square: Cliff Rescue. @911bingo

[m-j98]

There was something in the air, almost like a sizzling, that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Buck seemed to notice this, too, at least Eddie saw his best friend look up at the sky in wonder.

Then, everything happened at once.

Before Eddie knew what hit him – quite literally – he was thrown off the ladder truck by a shock wave.

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Or: Buck is not the only one that gets hurt in 6x10. (Because, really, have you seen Eddie fall off the truck?)

@911bingo

[breannacasey]

WIP Wednesday

I'm writing again and I thought I'd share a bit of something I've been working on for a few months. It's for the Hex/Curse/Magic Spell square of my 911 Bingo card (that you can see here). I'm a little nervous sharing a bit of this one, because maybe this work stands better as a whole, but if you don't like this bit then you wouldn't make it to the end anyway.

TK didn’t wake up for another day, but eventually he did come back to consciousness. Relief washed over Owen despite the difficult conversation that now presented itself to him. He needed to come clean. It had been two near-death experiences in less than a year for his son and TK deserved to know why.

“Dad, what’s wrong? Why the grave face? I feel fine.”

“There’s something I need to tell you… about Lorraine.”

“Lorraine? Your ex wife? I thought she was long past. What’s going on?”

“Lorraine’s a witch…”

“What?”

“And I hurt her so terribly she decided to curse me. Curse me and my descendants…”

“But I never did anything to her. We got along, why would she put a curse on me? Just to hurt you?”

“Yes. She said nothing would hurt me more than to watch you suffer.”

“That…” TK took a breath to recenter himself. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“The curse… she cursed us to be particularly accident prone. To be danger magnets.”

Owen broke temporarily. A tear escaped his eye and he tried to hide it from his son, but he didn’t think it worked. Thankfully, TK didn’t say anything, likely still trying to wrap his head around the entire situation.

“I thought you might be immune, but then all of those sports injuries… Part of me hoped one of them would keep you from becoming a firefighter, but nothing stopped you. Even when you got injured right before starting, you just spent time as a paramedic, and it lead you to become a dual medic and firefighter and I am so proud of you. But also terrified because this life is dangerous and our curse makes it worse.” After a long comforting hug, Owen decided to leave TK to rest, after all he had just survived getting shot, and needed to process the bomb he’d just dropped on him. Besides, the cop was there, his face distraught. Carlos Reyes cared for his son and he needed time with him.