amber, 37, 9-1-1 brainrot 911 sideblog for all my nonsense. shipper of all the ships!
icon by raviposting ao3 // my stuff // header “It’s amber, not ember dumbass” <- peak comedy for me tbh the thing about me is that i really love a side character. i’ve adopted you. you’re mine now :)
my ao3 // my fics/my stuff // tag list post
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wips - colorado fix it - mythbusters au - buck leaves the loft - shannon lives au - omgcp/911 crossover - texting fix it - coffee shop au - my bucktommysummerfest - baking with buck and jee - tarot prompts - so what if we kissed prompts - five sentence meme - fire marshal tommy kinard -
finished - moulin rouge au - 118dailydrabble - my fluffebruary - school concert au - the only way out is through - one more try - be mine, my love of a lifetime - a kind of magic - to have and to hold (henren) - good job team i think we did it (og 118 magic au) - a knight’s favour - a little meddling could go a long way - a stupid mistake - comeback of the year - your clothes, our floor - everything is fine when your head’s next to mine - bobby’s kids - tattoo au - what happens in vegas - truck accident au - kinash weekend - pretty woman au - fluffebruary round two - would you come over? - the ties that bind - one for the road (chommy) - lovely enough - tommy coma -
fluffebruary masterpost // fluffebruary chronological order // fluffebruary extras // 118 daily drabble masterpost // bucktommy week masterpost // the hiAUtus masterpost // the hiAUtus 2.0 masterpost //
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My favourite post - I've never felt smarter tbh :)
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“Shh,” Tommy stopped and pulled Evan into the corner with him, covering his mouth with his hand. Evan looked up at him as he tried not to laugh, the echoing footsteps passing them by and fading into the distance.
“I can’t believe that worked,” Evan whispered when Tommy let him go. “They actually just followed a sound?”
Tommy glared and Evan mimed zipping his lips. Tommy listened carefully before stepping back into the main hallway, Evan’s hand clasped in his as he dragged him along behind.
They didn’t speak again until they were back in the main hall. Evan smoothed out his tie, then readjusted Tommy’s tie clip.
“Still have it?” Tommy asked, leaning in close.
“Yep,” Evan grinned and discreetly patted his pocket. “Safe and secure.”
“Now, nice and calm to the exit,” Tommy said, hand on Evan’s lower back as he guided him towards the museum entrance.
“I have done this before,” Evan reminded him.
Tommy snuck him a glance. “And yet, you almost got us caught.”
Evan held up a finger. “Operative word being almost.”
Tommy shook his head at Evan, lips thin and tight. “Inches and seconds.”
“You should say millimeters and seconds,” Evan said. “It’s not imperial but it’s more accurate.”
“It’s longer.”
Evan rolled his eyes.
“Can you please look like you’re supposed to be here for two more minutes?” Tommy hissed.
Evan craned his head to look around and Tommy groaned. “What, the rich and famous don’t roll their eyes?”
“Not in public,” Tommy gritted his teeth.
“I’m starting to think you don’t like me, Mr. Kinard.”
“I’m very much regretting taking Howie’s place on this.” Tommy guided them past a server, ignoring Evan’s sad noise when he couldn’t grab an hors d'œuvre. Maybe a hundred feet to the doors and they’d be home free. Tommy could get out of this suit, relax, and go back to doing solo jobs.
They were steps away from the door when a voice rang out from behind them. “Gentleman, we need to speak to you.”
“Run,” Evan hissed, grabbing Tommy’s hand and sprinting towards the door.
They burst out of the doors together and ran down the stairs. Tommy could hear the voices and footsteps of their pursuers, and went to turn right.
“This way.” Evan jerked him to the left, pulling him into a slim alley between the museum and the building next to it, so tight the brick pulled at Tommy’s jacket and they had to move sideways, their shoulders too broad to fit across the gap.
“We’re going to get stuck,” Tommy hissed.
“Trust me.” Evan didn’t let him go, and about halfway down the alley opened up, cutting into the building next door.
“Okay, that was easier when I was younger,” Evan admitted. He stopped in front of a motorcycle and handed Tommy one of the helmets hanging from the handles. “What? Always have a backup plan.” He flashed Tommy a wide grin that had had the wives in the museum swooning over him.
As Tommy did the helmet up, Evan opened a saddlebag and pulled out two jackets, shoving his and Tommy’s suit jackets back inside.
“Good enough,” Evan determined, watching Tommy put on the leather jacket as he suited himself up. He sat on the motorcycle and patted the seat behind him. “Let’s go.”
Tommy sat behind him, somewhat reluctantly wrapping his arms around Evan’s waist.
“So, does this count as saving your life, and if so, what is a life debt good for?” Evan mused before he fired up the bike.
“Saved me from a night in jail at best,” Tommy told him.
“Yeah? Can I cash that in for a date?” Evan flashed him another grin before slamming his helmet shut and revving the bike, pulling out onto the empty side street and racing away from the people searching for them.
“Shh,” Tommy stopped and pulled Evan into the corner with him, covering his mouth with his hand. Evan looked up at him as he tried not to laugh, the echoing footsteps passing them by and fading into the distance.
“I can’t believe that worked,” Evan whispered when Tommy let him go. “They actually just followed a sound?”
Tommy glared and Evan mimed zipping his lips. Tommy listened carefully before stepping back into the main hallway, Evan’s hand clasped in his as he dragged him along behind.
They didn’t speak again until they were back in the main hall. Evan smoothed out his tie, then readjusted Tommy’s tie clip.
“Still have it?” Tommy asked, leaning in close.
“Yep,” Evan grinned and discreetly patted his pocket. “Safe and secure.”
“Now, nice and calm to the exit,” Tommy said, hand on Evan’s lower back as he guided him towards the museum entrance.
“I have done this before,” Evan reminded him.
Tommy snuck him a glance. “And yet, you almost got us caught.”
Evan held up a finger. “Operative word being almost.”
Tommy shook his head at Evan, lips thin and tight. “Inches and seconds.”
“You should say millimeters and seconds,” Evan said. “It’s not imperial but it’s more accurate.”
“It’s longer.”
Evan rolled his eyes.
“Can you please look like you’re supposed to be here for two more minutes?” Tommy hissed.
Evan craned his head to look around and Tommy groaned. “What, the rich and famous don’t roll their eyes?”
“Not in public,” Tommy gritted his teeth.
“I’m starting to think you don’t like me, Mr. Kinard.”
“I’m very much regretting taking Howie’s place on this.” Tommy guided them past a server, ignoring Evan’s sad noise when he couldn’t grab an hors d'œuvre. Maybe a hundred feet to the doors and they’d be home free. Tommy could get out of this suit, relax, and go back to doing solo jobs.
They were steps away from the door when a voice rang out from behind them. “Gentleman, we need to speak to you.”
“Run,” Evan hissed, grabbing Tommy’s hand and sprinting towards the door.
They burst out of the doors together and ran down the stairs. Tommy could hear the voices and footsteps of their pursuers, and went to turn right.
“This way.” Evan jerked him to the left, pulling him into a slim alley between the museum and the building next to it, so tight the brick pulled at Tommy’s jacket and they had to move sideways, their shoulders too broad to fit across the gap.
“We’re going to get stuck,” Tommy hissed.
“Trust me.” Evan didn’t let him go, and about halfway down the alley opened up, cutting into the building next door.
“Okay, that was easier when I was younger,” Evan admitted. He stopped in front of a motorcycle and handed Tommy one of the helmets hanging from the handles. “What? Always have a backup plan.” He flashed Tommy a wide grin that had had the wives in the museum swooning over him.
As Tommy did the helmet up, Evan opened a saddlebag and pulled out two jackets, shoving his and Tommy’s suit jackets back inside.
“Good enough,” Evan determined, watching Tommy put on the leather jacket as he suited himself up. He sat on the motorcycle and patted the seat behind him. “Let’s go.”
Tommy sat behind him, somewhat reluctantly wrapping his arms around Evan’s waist.
“So, does this count as saving your life, and if so, what is a life debt good for?” Evan mused before he fired up the bike.
“Saved me from a night in jail at best,” Tommy told him.
“Yeah? Can I cash that in for a date?” Evan flashed him another grin before slamming his helmet shut and revving the bike, pulling out onto the empty side street and racing away from the people searching for them.
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what if you were in love with a guy and he was in love with you and none of your issues in your relationship were insurmountable but you only existed within a narrative that punished you for trying to break out of the narrow story format that your creator had bound you to? and you were both firefighters?
What they don't tell you about writing is that as you write, you discover scenes and entire plots that you hadn't accounted for that need to be written. So you can spend two hours writing and editing only to realise you're further away from the finish line than you thought you were when you started
Wait I just remembered that ai books exist and the empty spectre of being a writer without writing anything suddenly gave me the urge to eat nails. Post rescinded. I'll write the fucking chapter.
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i've been thinking about how it's so easy to get lost on tumblr with the mindset of like "everyone in the fandom has friends and it's only me who feels lonely" because you see all these friend groups around you and it feels very isolating sometimes. i want everyone to know that a LOT of people feel this way on tumblr (including me). i have days where i go online and i just feel very lonely like everyone doesn't want to talk to me and i'm being ignored. basically i'm making this post because i want y'all to know that it's not just you and i want to give all of you a big big hug
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