#hotshot fic

[scifri666]

Why do firefighter Au's make me so happy 🔥

[hbdttg]

“Hold the elevator!”

The elevator doors are mere inches from closing, but Steve dutifully shoots a hand out to stop them. They slide back open, revealing a flustered-looking man about Steve’s age on the other side.

He’s dressed head to toe in black, decked out in a simple black pullover with a modest V-neck, snug black jeans, and all-black leather Chucks with a messenger bag slung across his chest. The messenger bag is, unsurprisingly, also black, but covered in a collection of tough-looking patches and pins in varying shades of—well, it’s mostly red, dark red, white, and some yellows, but the pops of color still stand out against his otherwise monochrome ensemble.

His dark, curly hair reaches a little past his shoulders and he’s got this frankly outdated fringe that, despite its very 80’s vibe, frames his face perfectly. His eyes are large and expressive, and he’s got this frantic energy about him that reminds Steve of a live wire. He’s nothing like the buttoned-up suits Steve usually shares his elevator rides with each morning, and it’s a refreshing change of pace.

The man gives Steve a thankful look before stepping into the elevator and leaning against the side wall. “Thanks,” he says, a little distractedly. He’s got a pair big of headphones on and Steve realizes he’s in the middle of a phone call when he adds, “No, not you, Gare, I was thanking the guy who held the elevator for me. Yeah, this building’s crazy. There’s a whole-ass sixtieth floor—guess I’m kind of a big deal now.” He lets out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, reaching for the panel beside him.

As the doors close and the elevator starts to slowly ascend, Steve notices the man pressed the button for the floor above his. Both the fifty-second and fifty-third floor buttons are lit in a halo of green.

“You know I didn’t want to leave you guys,” the man continues, a bit more quietly now that he and Steve are sharing the same small space, “but shit, I couldn’t turn down the pay.” He scoffs. “Ugh, listen to me, just another cog in the capitalist machine. Man, if high school me could see me now. High school Eddie used to talk big about forced conformity and rising up against the man, and now here I am—”

Steve tries not to listen to the one-sided conversation going on beside him, but it’s difficult when a moment later, he hears his own name.

“—clocking in for my first day at fuckin’ Harrington Hargrove Hagan. The pretentious bastards can’t even shorten it to an acronym or something. God forbid they have to miss out on the sound of their own names.”

Steve manages to hold in the obnoxious snort that threatens to escape him. He’s starting to think he might like this guy—Eddie, his mind supplies helpfully—but Eddie’s next words have him freezing in place.

“And it’s nepo baby central. Yeah, pretty sure all the H kiddies are hotshot brokers with the company. All the biggest accounts—gee, I wonder why.”

Steve can feel the back of his neck burning hot with a mixture of annoyance and shame as Eddie cracks a caustic joke about silver spoons and trust funds.

“You’re kidding, one of them works at this branch? Damn, I guess I’ll just keep an eye out for the guy who most looks like he’s got a giant stick up his ass.”

This is quickly becoming the longest elevator ride of Steve’s life. He grits his teeth and stares fixedly at the floor display panel above the elevator doors, watching the numbers climb higher and higher. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight.

“Listen, I should go, but let’s grab a drink at the Hideout later. Cool, see you then. Bye.”

Forty-one. Forty-two.

Eddie removes his headphones and shoves them into his bag, angling slightly toward Steve. “Sorry about that, man.”

“You’re good,” Steve says shortly, not looking away from the changing numbers. They reach the forty-seventh floor, and all the while, he feels Eddie’s gaze on him.

It’s not like he’s openly staring, but there’s a certain weight to his furtive glances that completely counteracts his attempts at subtlety. It’s the type of gaze Steve’s familiar with, one that he’s been on the receiving end of since his sophomore year of high school when he hit a growth spurt and actually learned how to style his hair. Assessing. Appreciative. Interested.

And in any other situation, Steve would gladly engage. He’d turn on the charm, quirk the corner of his lip up in that way Robin always rolls her eyes at but reluctantly acknowledges as ‘passably effective’, and maybe even make up an excuse to sidle a bit closer.

But he’s not giving this guy his A-game.

Instead, Steve waits in stifling silence until the fifty-second floor is announced and the doors slide open. He steps forward to exit, but at the very last moment stops in the doorway.

He initially wasn’t going to say anything—though, a past version of himself would have definitely spat something biting and bitchy to Eddie about his snark, would have snootily told him to take his little assumptions and shove them where the sun don’t shine—but sooner or later Eddie’s going to realize he and Steve are colleagues, and he’s going to remember shit-talking him in an elevator on his first day of work, and it’s going to be awkward and uncomfortable.

Steve’s just speeding up the timeline, pushing for the sooner rather than the later, when he decides to spin around and fully face Eddie.

“I think you pressed the wrong button,” he says, all sweet and helpful like he’s talking to Dustin’s mom over a sink full of soapy dishes. “Couldn’t help but overhear that you work at Harrington Hargrove Hagan. It’s on the fifty-second floor, not the fifty-third.” Then he takes a small step backward, moving out into the carpeted hallway.

“Oh.” Eddie scrambles for his phone, unlocking it and scrolling quickly until he finds something that has him straightening up and smiling gratefully at Steve. “I guess I remembered it wrong. Thank you.” He pushes away from the wall, takes a step forward to follow Steve out, but then stops dead in his tracks.

Steve gleefully notes the line of Eddie’s gaze, how it lingers at the breast pocket of his shirt, where, clipped to a retractable badge reel, his building keycard hangs. Eddie evidently hadn’t noticed it during the elevator ride up, but he’s certainly fixated on it now.

Perhaps on the abstract yet easily recognizable Harrington Hargrove Hagan logo in the top right corner.

But more likely, based on the positively mortified look growing on Eddie’s face, on the name clearly printed underneath Steve’s photo in bold, black lettering: STEVE HARRINGTON.

Slowly, Eddie drags his eyes back up to Steve’s face. He stares in silence, eyes bugging nearly out of his head, face turning a concerning shade of pink, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and his reaction is extreme enough that a small part of Steve is almost inclined to take pity on the guy and laugh it all off.

Unfortunately for Eddie, a bigger part of Steve thinks Eddie looks kind of cute all red-faced and embarrassed like this. So he glances down at himself thoughtfully before turning his attention back on Eddie. “Wow,” he says with exaggerated astonishment, “now that you mention it, I guess I do look like I’ve got a giant stick up my ass.”

As if on cue, the elevator chimes in warning. The doors begin to close, but Eddie just remains rooted in place with that same wide-eyed, horrified expression.

When it becomes clear he has no intentions of actually exiting the elevator, Steve chuckles and wiggles his fingers in a cheeky little wave. “Welcome to the team,” he says airily, before Eddie’s still-blushing face disappears behind the elevator doors.

/ Now with a Part 2!

[hotshot624]

✨Wolverine Tickle Headcanons✨

My pookie🥺 here are some headcanons for my favorite baby gurl currently. None of these pics are mine. I found them off of Pinterest. P.S. this was not proof read.

Lee headcanons

So let’s get one thing clear, this man is not going down without a fight

He’ll be a lot nicer if it’s someone he’s real close to trying to tickle him but like he doesn’t know you very well expect to be punted into a wall

If it’s someone he is super close to, he’ll still put up somewhat of a fight by pushing a shoving at the person but he doesn’t honestly want to hurt them so he’s going easy

He’s super ticklish on his stomach. When Jean was looking at him wounds in the first movie, she ran her hands over his stomach. He pushes her off saying it tickles so guys it’s literally canon fight me

Sometimes if you tickle his stomach long enough, he’ll kick out his leg like a dog would do. It’s super cute to see so I def recommend trying it

He’s got ticklish armpits too but nothing is as bad as his stomach

A contender for most ticklish spot has to be his around his neck, specifically under his chin

It’s hard to get under there because he’ll squish your fingers with his chin and head but if you do manage to do it, he lets out the cutest giggles. Just don’t bring it up that he giggles or he’ll get very upset and most likely will punch you

And just like Hugh, he snorts a lot when he laughs. Wheezes too but that part really depends on where and how long you’ve been tickling him

He reacts more to softer tickles. My man has known nothing but pain and suffering his entire life and he expects that even with tickling. Softly skittering your fingers across his stomach throws him for a loop and he starts to giggle and squirm. The sensation is just so foreign to him that he can’t really build up a tolerance to it. He can’t hold out for very long with the softer tickles and taps out pretty fast

And I’m not saying that rougher don’t get him cause they definitely do. He’s just used to people being rough with him so he can stand those a lot more than the gentle kind. Rougher tickles get him really laughing especially when you dig or massage into a certain place.

Raspberries and nibbles will literally kill this guy so don’t even try. (Please try it I’m begging you). Will usually writhe and buck as hard as he can’t to get the offender off of him but after like three he goes completely limp and just takes it

Surprisingly he does get into moods where he wants to be tickled. He does really like physical touch with those he cares about that doesn’t involve them hurting him. Will never admit to wanting to be tickled though. His go to for getting tickles is playfully annoying you into dishing them out.

He’ll shove at you, mock you, knock you things over, sass you, anything to get you to retaliate. He is so good at it too though. Like you can know what he’s trying to do and try to make him ask for tickles but holy shit can this man get under your skin. Scott knows best I’ll tell you that much.

When he wants so light hearted gentle tickles he’ll go to Jean for them. Her touch is soft and light and makes him giggle as he lays on the exam table. She’s the only one who he allows to see him giggling like that and doesn’t try to hide it from her. She’s super great full he trusts her enough for that and never takes advantage of it.

However when Logan wants some rough, tear jerking tickles he can pretty much go to anyone else in the mansion and piss them off. They get him good and leave him satisfied but his favorite is Scott. Even when being tickled to tears this man is still taunting poor Scott. My man cannot catch a break I’ll tell you that much

Teasing that gets him the most is when you poke fun at what he’s doing. Whether it’s how he’s barely fighting back or the noise he just made or how he’s all squirmy. That never fails to get him to blush. But make sure not to do it too often otherwise he’ll get genuinely insecure about it and make you stop.

As for the Worst Logan, he’s way more stand offish about being tickled. He hadn’t felt anyone tickle him sense his friends had passed and he really missed it but in his mind didn’t deserve to be happy for letting them all down

When he moves in with Wade though, Mr. Deadpool here makes sure he gets his fill of tickles even if it cost him so blood and lots and lots of broken bones.

Still won’t go down without a fight but Worst Logan fights even harder. The claws come out and he starts slashing. Has no remorse for Wade and will cut that guys head off if he can. He’s way more gentle with Laura but he still fights back.

Laura loved to tickle him to get him to relax a little. Her Logan was always so angry and grumpy and with good reason too, but she always wanted to be able to put a smile on his face and now she can! She may not be exactly as strong as him but she’s still pretty damn strong. She’s usually the one to hold his arms above his head while Wade is sitting on his waist to go to town

When he’s been all tickled out, he curls up into a ball to catch his breath. He’ll act like he hated it and call you names but at the end of the day he looks way more relaxed than before. Isn’t a huge fan of being cuddled afterwards and would rather have time by himself to recover. When he does, he’ll pretend like nothing happened and go about the rest of his day.

All and all very cute, very demure little honey badger🥰 10/10

Ler Headcanons

(This picture is absolutely terrifying. He looks like he’s about to come and bite me😭)

Boy you better watch out

This man may have looked all cute and cuddly while being tickled to pieces but when he’s on the hunt for a victim he is scary as hell

You are not getting away from him either. With his heightened senses he’ll pick up your scent in no time. He’s also way faster than the average human being so you’re not out running him either. Best course of action is to just stand that and except your fate🙏

Nothing is more terrifying than being in your hiding place and hearing this beast start sniffing. At this point he already knows where you are and is just messing with you. He’ll pretend to look around and get super close to your hiding spot before backing off and going somewhere else. He’ll repeat this process until either he decides the Lee might explode from anticipation or when he gets bored.

This man will also like let out a growl which is absolutely terrifying. Imagine you’re hiding in a closet and all of a sudden you hear this eerie rumbling noise coming closer and closer. Personally I’d shit my pants but that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

Will tackle you to the ground if he has to. You’re also not pushing that man off. He’s entire skeleton has metal in it his big ass is like 300 pounds. If he wants you to stay there on the floor you can bet your ass you’re gonna on that floor and you’re not leaving until he’s had enough. And depending on the reason why he was after you in the first place, you may be there for a loooooong time

Uses rough tickles on pretty much everyone. He’ll go a little softer on the kids in the mansion or Jean but he’s still digging in. He likes to latch on to a weak spot and vibrate his hands into it. That or drilling just his thumbs into your spot. It tickles way more than you think it does. And if he feels like it or thinks the Lee really needs it, sometimes he use gentle tickles but it’s very rare. Maybe if he sees you were have a hard day, he’ll sit next to you and pull you into his lap and lightly tickle your across your body. Just don’t get sassy with him or he’ll dig in with no remorse

Oh my god don’t get me started on them raspberries!!! I swear he could kill a man with them. He could blow like 100 and not break a sweat. You on the other hand…. Let’s just say it was nice knowing you😊

What makes his raspberries even worse is them god damn mutton chops. They’re actually pretty soft which makes it worse for his Lee cause it tickles way more than it should. And unfortunately for his victim, he knows this and uses it to his full advantage. He’ll nuzzle into your stomach or neck as he’s blowing raspberry after raspberry. He isn’t stopping until he see tears

He can tell when someone is in the mood for tickles and depending on how he’s feeling in the moment depends on how screwed you are.

If he’s feeling kinda annoyed at the moment prepare to suffer. He will not be going easy on you not matter what you even did to get you into this situation. He actually enjoys making his victims scream and thrash a lot. He thinks it’s hilarious

If he’s feeling playful, he’ll make it seem like you’re gonna get away but he always catches you in the end. He’ll even let your try and key word is try, to fight back but he’s still the one in control. He’s just doing it to make you feel like you have a chance

If finally if he’s feeling kinda mushy, he’ll kinda pull you into a bear hug or into his lap and wreck you like that. It feels nice to be in his warm embrace but like you’re still being tickled to tears soooo

With the Worst Logan, he’s way meaner and more aggressive specially when it comes to Wade. Since he can’t actually kill him, he goes all out until Wade is completely Blue in the face. Sometimes he literally has to be pulled off of Wade to get him to stop and then he’ll just go for you next so idk if it’s worth it bestie

He’s a little awkward around Laura still and is kinda afraid of making her uncomfortable. She tries to make him understand that she’s okay with it but no matter what he can’t push the feeling away that she might end up hating his if he goes too far. Finally after a while he started to just poke her repeatedly. No where near as bad as what he does to Wade but it gets her giggling and that makes him feel satisfied enough

At the end of the day he is an absolute terrifying ler and I love him so much.

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I hope y’all liked it! I really wanted to write for him for so long but never had the motivation to. Finally it came to me in a dream and then I wrote like half of this at 1:00 in the morning but it’s finished so that’s all I care about

[mischiefbuckley]

If oliver had a nickel for every time he got the script and read that he had to play a doctor surrounding a medical coma sequence on the show he’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice now

[daniwib]

Hotshots clearly doesn't have the budget for tattoo cover up makeup artists that 9-1-1 abc does. "Oh they have tattoos? Long sleeves under their scrubs it is then."

[iinryer]

a little scene prompt game to get me writing!

from @eddiesgaymustache : prompt 2 cheddy boogaloo: 10, 📚😁🥂

bonus visuals if you want to know how i picture them [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

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[📚😁🥂 + cheddy + 10: spooning at night]

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Teddy looks up from the glass she’s pouring, blinks at Chuck, blinks again, and says, “What,”

Chuck blinks back at her, stalling out like they’re playing back what they said, before suddenly snorting into their drink and having to hold a hand under their chin to save their shirt from falling victim to rogue rosé.

Teddy watches them fondly, raising her brow and waiting for Chuck to try again.

“No, wait, not like—,” Chuck laughs, waving their hand like they’re clearing the question from the record, “I meant like… when you were little, who did you think you were going to be?”

Teddy shakes her head, endeared, and says faux-wistfully, “I dunno. I think as a kid I always envisioned myself getting to go by Teo when I left home,”

Teo, unfortunately, did not fly. Not only was it deemed too boyish by her mom, but it was also her Abuelo’s nickname of choice—who she was named after, by the way. So it was either nothing or Dora—which, to this day, still makes her feel like she’s breaking out in hives. Teddy came later though, when she ran track in high school. One of the girls she got close with that year called out to her with it during practice, and it just stuck. It’s not Teo, but she’s grown quite fond of it.

At the mention of the name, though, Chuck brightens, straightening up from where they’d been trying to set the bottle and nearly empty glass safely on the floor from the bed, and says, so earnestly it’s almost comical, “I call you Teo!”

Teddy barks out a laugh. Okay. So Chuck is maybe a little deeper into the bottle of rosé than she is. She just nods, acquiescing, “You sure do, rockstar,”

Chuck just tips their head—followed by their torso—to the side like it weighs too much, grinning from ear to ear. They end up toppling down the rest of the way, the side of their face smushed into the pillow at Teddy’s hip.

They grin up at Teddy, body folded awkwardly but looking pleased as punch about it, before scrunching up their nose and saying, “Okay, for real this time. What did little Teodora Vásquez want to be when she grew up?”

Teddy makes a face, and flicks Chuck’s forehead, “Don’t government-name me, you ass,”

Laughter bubbles up from their chest, followed by a snort that should really be unflattering, but somehow never is.

“Dunno,” Teddy eventually sighs, wine-heavy in her own way, absently curling her finger through an errant lock of Chuck’s hair, “I think I always thought I’d be a doctor or something like that. Something helpful,”

Chuck’s eyes, glazed and unfocused with alcohol, go wide and adoring, “You are. You are helpful,”

Teddy hums on a smile. Takes a prolonged sip from her glass.

“And! You’ll be even more helpful once you pass your paramedic cert next month,” they add, conspiratorially, nodding over at the textbooks that Teddy abandoned on the nightstand earlier in the evening, like it’s a sure thing. Their confidence always makes Teddy’s heart feel warm and full, “and that’s like, basically a doctor, right? Look at you! Growing up to be the thing you wanted,”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Teddy snorts, then sighs. It is a thought she’s had in the past. That maybe all the time she spent in and out of hospitals growing up would actually land her somewhere good. Somewhere useful. Worthwhile.

“You’re the coolest,” Chuck adds, one uncoordinated finger coming up to poke Teddy in the chin.

Or maybe it just landed her here, who-knows-how-many glasses of wine deep into Chuck’s mattress, during a 48-off. Heavy, slow. Happy.

Maybe, somehow, it’s the same thing.

“Yeah yeah, says the Wunderkind,” Teddy laughs, swatting the hand out of her face before she finally wiggles her way to slide down further against the headboard, getting settled with her cheek in hand and elbow propped up on the pillow next to Chuck, looking down at them, “What about you, huh? What did the little cherub-faced Beverly Charlton want to be when they grew up?”

Between one breath and the next, Chuck gets a faraway look in their eye—almost like they weren’t expecting to have their own question sent back around. Knowing them, they maybe weren’t.

Teddy watches their lashes flutter, something somber pulling across their face like a wave. For a moment, she’s worried she shouldn’t have pulled the full name out, even in jest—but then Chuck is swallowing harshly and taking a breath.

Their eyes stay trained on the ceiling past Teddy’s head when they say, “Loved, I think,”

Teddy feels her own expression collapse, a wounded sound in her throat.

Then, with a with a gasp of a breath through their nose, it’s like Chuck comes back to themself; sitting upright so suddenly they almost collide with Teddy.

Chuckling awkwardly, they clear their throat, “Sorry, sorry, that wasn’t—I didn’t mean… um. Didn’t mean for that to sound so pathetic,”

Teddy doesn’t like that Chuck’s back is to her.

“Chuck,” she says.

Chuck hesitates for a moment before peering sheepishly back over their shoulder.

Teddy gives her best pleading eyes and pout, sets her glass on the nightstand with her coursework, and just reaches her newly freed hand out to Chuck, wiggling her fingers for good measure.

Chuck looks a little watery, but it seems like that’s all the permission they need before they’re collapsing back down at Teddy’s side, letting her arrange the two of them however she pleases.

They’ve done this enough over the years for it to not be too odd, as long as she doesn’t think about it too hard. How much she likes having Chuck close like this. How Chuck lets her, every time. So Teddy tucks them together, back to chest, arms wrapped around Chuck’s middle. Reaches over them to fumble with the lamp to turn out one of the two dim lights they’d had on, and settles.

They lay quietly for a while, just breathing, before Teddy finds the courage to murmur, sleepy and slow to the back of Chuck’s neck, “You did too,”

A beat of quiet. Then Chuck hums in question.

“You said I grew up to be the thing I wanted to be as a kid,” Teddy mumbles, teetering on the edge of sleep, “You did too,”

Chuck doesn’t say anything else, but Teddy feels the sniffle in their chest, and she doesn’t say anything either. Just squeezes a little tighter, and lets sleep come for them both.

[nash-bby118]

I need Bobby Nash to just…

And maybe…

You guys understand right? I’m not the only one that needs HARD dom Bobby to fuck me up one second then later cuddle during aftercare after calling me his good girl and…

[imjustwritingg]

like you wanted it forever - chapter 19

Happy Hockey Jay Day! We’re picking up right where we left off last week, but I should warn you that this chapter took a turn and it’s a shorter one than you’re used to and I apologize in advance.

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[buckevantommy]

Bobby’s new actor friend on the set of Hotshots is none other than Callum Blue aka. General Zod from Smallville aka. Mason from Dead Like Me aka. Alex from Secret Diary Of A Call Girl aka. Andrew Jacoby from Princess Diaries 2 

[calicomarie11]

“You love me?” Sandy said, his voice shaky and unsure. He wiped a bit of soot off of Ricky’s face, his thumb lingering on his cheekbone.

“Si, mi amor.” Ricky smiled at him fondly.

“But why now?” Sandy asked, his brow furrowed. “Today wasn’t even bad. You could have told me after the earthquake or the mudslide or the shark attack? Or that time you were trapped and I thought you were dead or the time I actually died for a moment. Why now?”

“Because I saw you holding that cat and I realized I really couldn’t wait one more moment to make you mine.  You belong with me, Sandy, and the cat can come too. Tyler will love him.”

Sandy laughed, his face radiating with joy. “I love you too, by the way. And me and Mittens will happily follow you home.” 

Ricky reached up to cup the back of the blond’s neck, drawing him down for a soft kiss. It tasted of love and hope and the future and Sandy never wanted it to end. 

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Lucy sets down her phone with a sigh and glances up to the ceiling, blinking away tears.  She loves reading about those two adorable idiots getting together.  She had been a fan fiction reader in college and rediscovered her love for the medium during the last time she’d been stuck at home recovering from an injury.  It was perfect for those times when she didn’t have the focus for new characters or to read in between calls and it was comforting to be able to read the tags and know what she was in for. 

The Hotshots fandom was a new obsession.  There was just something compelling about the show and the characters of Sandy and Ricky that drew her in.  Of course, the rescues they went on were completely ridiculous and both characters should have died, been permanently injured, or fired more times than she could count, but that was part of the fun.

And the bond between the two men was admirable, the way they seemed to be co-parenting Tyler, Ricky’s autistic teenager, and how they showed up for each other time and time again. Even if the show seemed determined to keep them apart, introducing new love interests for them so that at least one of them was always involved with someone as an excuse to keep them from realizing they would be perfect together.  At the least the show had a queer couple, Bea and Janet, which is more than most of the other shows currently airing had. 

Tommy sits down on the couch across from her, a knowing smirk on his face as he watches her wipe away the stray tears she didn’t manage to catch. “Reading Randy fanfic again?” he teases.

Lucy huffs, “Yes. What do you care?” She glares at him, although the quirk of her eyebrow undercuts the seriousness of her stare. 

Tommy leans back against the couch, spreading his arms along the backrest. “I learned something interesting about that show the other day.” His smug grin communicating that she won’t like what he’s about to say.

“Oh, really. Well, share with the class. I know you won’t be happy until you do.” Lucy rolls her eyes preemptively. She knew that talking about Randy at work was a mistake, but after the episode when they revealed that Ricky and Sandy had keys to each other’s places she couldn’t hold it in anymore. And she had some supporters on the crew, others who could see the breadcrumbs the show was laying down.

Tommy smirks at her. “Do you remember Taylor Kelly?”

Lucy frowns. What an odd question. Of course she remembers Taylor, she had been particularly persistent after her miraculous catch. “Yes, I remember Taylor.”

“Well, apparently, Taylor is one of Buck’s exes. And also the author of the book that Hotshots is based on. She’s working as a consultant on the show now.”

“So?” Lucy doesn’t get the connection.  Although Taylor as Buck’s ex makes sense of the animosity she always felt when they would interact. 

“So, the book was about the 118. About Evan and Eddie and Hen and Chim and Cap. Which means the show is about Evan and Eddie and Hen and Chim and Cap.” Tommy settles back in his seat, his expression expectant. 

Lucy frowns, thinking about what he’s just said. She thinks about the characters on the show and the friends she still has at the 118. Her eyes go wide as she really thinks about the parallels  and her mouth drops open in horror. She gives Tommy a death glare. “Fuck you Kinard. Why would you take this away from me?”

Tommy just laughs. “Hey, I figured you’d appreciate the heads up that you’ve been reading about Evan and Eddie’s imaginary courtship. Plus, I told Evan that I would tell you and I can’t wait to share your reaction with him.”

Lucy flips him off. “Damn it. Now I have to find a new ship to follow.” Lucy pouts while glaring at Tommy until her expression softens. “Hey, are you okay? Knowing that people think your man belongs with someone else?” 

Tommy chuckles, a fond smile on his face. “Don’t worry about me. Evan couldn’t stop laughing when I told him about the whole ‘Randy’ thing. He said, and I quote, ‘that would be an epic disaster’. I’m not worried he’s going to realize he’s in love with Eddie and leave me. Besides, Bobby will clear things up.”

“Bobby?” Lucy asks.

“Oh, yeah. Captain Nash is the new technical advisor for the show. I’m sure he’ll point them in the right direction.”

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[wordthieve]

I've been writing. No, really. I'm actually feeling interested and doing the work and it's coming together. Slowly, but it is. Anyway, here's a snippet.

The first print is done. Clipping it to the line, David stands back to view the slowly sharpening image of a grinning Patrick. White teeth bite down onto the edge of his jacket collar. Laugh lines stretch out in tributaries from where one eye is squeezed shut in a wink; the other eye looks right at David.

For a long time, David looks back. He pulls in a lungful of air and lets it out slowly, cautiously.

It’s Patrick, he thinks. Something about Patrick is making him feel a little … wobbly. Like he’s looking at David instead of the plates he's spinning.

He’s not sure why that thought sends a shiver up his spine.

He tells himself he doesn’t have the energy for a hookup. That Patrick probably wouldn’t want one. He doesn’t seem the type.

He’s still trying to get a handle on what Patrick’s type is.

The thing is, all the interview clips he’s pulled on Patrick seem to use some variation of the same phrase, referring in one way or another to his boy-next-door charm. David gets it—it’s an easy descriptor to fall back on, and it’s not a million miles off.

Except …

He looks up at the print again. It winks right back at him.

To paraphrase a film he knows very, very well: boys next door don’t look at you like that.

[spot-conlons-pimp-cane]

Chat, im like 700 words into this fic and i just realized i lowkey switched perspective half way thru😭😭

I went from 3rd person focased on ike to 3rd person but focased on hotshot💀

[shutup-andletme-go]

well wwell well what do i have here. who wants to read my trans davey fic. I am on a roll with posting fics today it seems. I also have written like ⅓ of the last chapter for the spravey fic.

well it is also a t4t javid fic heeheehahhah

[rosstrytobe]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Tommy Kinard Additional Tags: Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Television Watching, Feelings Realization, Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Shooting, First Kiss, Mentioned Bobby Nash, Mentioned Howie "Chimney" Han, Twitter, Tommy Kinard Bashing, POV Evan "Buck" Buckley, Oblivious Evan "Buck" Buckley, Shipping, Hotshots Summary:

As Buck watch Bobby series, Hotshots with his boyfriend and his bestfriend. He never thought it will see the day Eddie got shot and how Teddy feelings for Chuck will make Cheddy canon.

Or

How Buck can be oblivious about his relantionship with Eddie and as rewatching the day Eddie got shot will make him rethink about his feeling for Eddie.

[clevereverest]

“New Experiences” - Oneshot

[ Here’s my cute seasonal fall fic, and a way to further promote my poly ship, Smalls/Sniper/Hotshot, aka Bullseye! Give it a chance :) ]

Summary and tags below!

[agentsnickers]

i don't think i'll pick it back up, but i just found a half-written post-rally fic that includes this gem:

“I have snuck in that very window many a time,” he tells David. “It doesn’t take this long to get up here.” “Hotshot is almost a foot shorter than you,” David points out.