118 Daily Drabble

118 Prompts; 118 Words; 100 Days

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Welcome to 118 Daily Drabble

118 Prompts; 118 Words; 100 Days

Starting TOMORROW, November 27th, around 1:00pm EST, a one word prompt will be posted to this blog for 100 consecutive days with the final prompt posting on March 6th, 2025 (8B premiere day.)

Anyone who wants to can use the word to write a 9-1-1 drabble that equals exactly 118 words. This is a real drabble challenge.

General Rules:

Drabbles must be 118 words exactly. (Since different word counters sometimes give different results, we are using AO3 as a standard.)

The word of the day must be included in your drabble. However, the words themselves do not need to be exact. For example, if the word is zip, it could be used as zip, zipping, zipper, zipped, and unzip. The words may also have double meanings and can be used either way. For example, complex can mean both difficult or can mean a group of similar buildings. Both would be accepted.

There are 18 words that can be used as replacement words throughout. If the word of the day isn't inspiring you, you can use one of the 18 replacement words instead.

If you aren’t a writer or are inspired to create something for a prompt that isn’t writing, please feel free! As long as the creation incorporates the prompt, it is allowed. (Other creations could be art, poetry, podfic, etc.) 

Content Rules: 

Drabbles must use characters from 9-1-1 on ABC. (You can write for 911LS if you’d like, but only drabbles from 9-1-1 on ABC will be reblogged and/or accepted as part of the collection.)

There are no content restrictions. As long as your fic is tagged appropriately, you can write whatever you want. (This includes ratings, warnings, ships, etc. We are not here to police writing, only to encourage it.) 

Crossovers and original characters are accepted as long as the main focus is on 9-1-1 on ABC.

Drabbles can be posted to the 118 Daily Drabble AO3 Collection here or using the tag #118dailydrabble.

FAQ:

Do the drabbles have to be 118 words? 

Yes! That’s the fun and challenge of the event. (To be honest, I will not be checking every single word count for the drabbles… but I trust everyone not to lie to me. Please don’t lie to me, I’m fragile.) 

Do I have to write every single day if I choose to participate?

Absolutely not! You can choose to write as little as 1 prompt or all 118, that’s totally up to you! 

Do I have to post my drabbles on AO3? 

Nope! There will be a collection for them, but you can also just post to Tumblr/X/Bluesky/Internet-Place if you prefer. This event will only have a Tumblr in terms of reblogging content but feel free to use the tag #118dailydrabble on other platforms.

Can I make a chaptered fic on AO3 for this event?

Absolutely. If you choose to do a chaptered fic, each drabble must be its own chapter, though.

Are you going to post the words at the same time everyday?

Yes! Barring any Tumblr errors, the word will be posted to this blog everyday at 1:00pm.

Where can I find past words?

You can find them here!

What are the extra 18 words?

1. Dosed 2. Broken 3. Rage 4. Malfunction 5. Fallout 6. Fools 7. Powerless 8. Jinx 9. Survivors 10. Panic 11. Cursed 12. Recovery 13. Capsized 14. Buzzkill 15. Masks 16. Confessions 17. Hotshots 18. Wannabes

Have more questions? Feel free to send an ask here!

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[redrosydiaz]

extra word 12 of the @118dailydrabble word: recovery | pairing: buddie | rating: g

“Give it to me straight, Doc,” Buck says grimly, his eyes wide and impressing. “Am I gonna lose it?”

Eddie purses his lips as he studies Buck’s outstretched finger. Brushes his thumb carefully over the pad of it. “I think,” he finally declares, matching Buck’s serious tone, “you’ll make a full recovery from this papercut.”

Buck swipes the back of his non-injured hand over his forehead. “Phew,” he says, smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Nothing a band-aid can’t fix,” Eddie reassures, patting his palm.

Buck cocks his head. “What about a kiss?”

Eddie contemplates. “I guess I could write a prescription,” he says, then brings Buck’s finger up to his lips for the first dose.

[redrosydiaz]

extra word 11 of the @118dailydrabble word: cursed | pairing: buddie | rating: g

“You look like a frog.”

“What? I do not.”

“You do. When you make that face, you look like a frog.”

“No, I—” Eddie straightens. Crosses his arms over his chest. “Fine. If I’m a frog, you have to kiss me.”

Buck falters. “Wh—uh. What?”

“Mhm,” Eddie insists. “Kiss me. Reverse the curse.”

“The curse?” Buck’s face screws up. “Eddie, you don’t even believe in—”

“Turn me back into a handsome prince, or whatever.”

“A— you already—” Buck’s eyes widen. “Hang on. Is this— are you— flirting with me?”

Eddie’s mouth quirks. “Is it working?”

“Is it—” Buck barks a laugh. “No.”

His first, curling into the front of Eddie’s shirt to pull him in, says entirely otherwise.

[redrosydiaz]

extra word 10 of the @118dailydrabble word: panic | pairing: buddie | rating: g

Buck is not going to panic. He’s not.

It’s just— Eddie has always been a very beautiful man. That’s just— a fact. An undeniable truth of the universe. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Eddie Diaz? He’s gorgeous.

Five minutes ago, Buck would’ve been totally indifferent to this. Completely unbothered. Nonplussed, even. He’s had seven years to get used to having a pretty best friend — likes to think he mastered that within the first.

But nothing — nothing — in any of those seven years could’ve prepared him for this:

Eddie Diaz walking into the station with his hair and his eyes and his arms and—

— and that devastating mustache on his face.

[redrosydiaz]

extra word 9 of the @118dailydrabble word: survivors | pairing: buddie | rating: g

“If you want any, you better take some now,” Buck advises, waving the bag of sour worms.

“Why?” Eddie muses. “Gonna eat them all yourself?”

Buck grins crookedly. “Oh yeah. There will be no survivors,” he intones, goofy and overdramatic.

Eddie’s lungs squeeze around his laughter. “God, shut up,” he snorts, so fond, “you’re so cute.”

Buck freezes.

Eddie freezes. “Um.”

Then, “You think I’m cute?” Smug. Pleased. A little awed.

Buck tilts his head, like a goddamn puppy, and it all rushes out.

“Yeah,” Eddie exhales, “I— I really do.”

Buck’s head ducks, mouth curling sweetly and eyes crinkling. “Good,” he says, bumping his shoulder into Eddie’s. He leaves it there. “‘Cause I think you’re cute too.”

[setmeatopthepyre]

Pin [@118dailydrabble day 72] [part of antarct-fic | bucktommy | 118 words] [follows this]

“You can’t,” Tommy manages. “You can’t be here.”

Evan blinks, his smile falters. Something in his expression shutters and Tommy is overcome with the sudden wild desire to fall to his knees and beg him for forgiveness, to please, just, please smile at him again.

He doesn’t. He stands rooted to the spot, pinned in place.

Evan glances over his shoulder, gestures vaguely up the hill to the blue 155 building. His cheeks are rosy with cold. “Uhm. I should--”

“Why are you here?”

The smile doesn’t return, but Evan’s eyes go sharp like they do when he’s intrigued, when his thirst for information gnaws at him. It’s there one moment, gone the next.

“Why do you think?”

[setmeatopthepyre]

Hi yes hello could I maybe get some 🐧, perhaps a bit from Tommy seeing Buck first the time...

why yes, yes you can! combining this with a drabble prompt!

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🐧 - antarct-fic

Blindside [@118dailydrabble day 71] [part of antarct-fic | bucktommy | 118 words]

“Ev--” Tommy snaps his mouth shut. Opens it again. Presses his lips together. Realizes vaguely that he’s doing a great impression of a fish gasping for air. “How--” he starts. “What--?” he tries again. Swallows, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “You’re... here?” He didn’t mean to pose it as a question, because it sounds like he’s questioning his own sanity, but he-- well, he is. Evan is here. He can’t be here. The whole reason he’s here is because there’s no way Evan could be.

Evan huffs a little laugh, head a little tilted, smile a little bashful, as though he’s blindsided by Tommy’s confusion. It’s like staring into the sun. “I-I, uh, yeah. I am.”

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[make me write]

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[redrosydiaz]

extra word 8 of the @118dailydrabble word: jinx | pairing: buddie + christopher | rating: g

Eddie’s quizzing them on SAT words — Christopher and Buck’s idea of a fun game — when it happens. 

He reads the definition. They say nothing. Then, all at once:

“Ubiquitous!”

Their heads whip. Their eyes meet. Pencils and oven mitts are thrown down. “Jinx!” They shout, again simultaneously.

It dissolves into chaos from there.

“Pinch poke, you owe me a Coke!”

“Yeah right, you owe me a Sprite!”

“Gimme a Fanta and go to Atlanta!”

“Hah!”

Chorused together, one after the other, like a pair of creepy twins.

“I win!” Christopher cries gleefully.

“No way!” Buck counters.

As the playful argument breaks out, Eddie can only watch on in confusion and fascination, but mostly fond affection for his boys.

[redrosydiaz]

extra word 7 of the @118dailydrabble word: powerless | pairing: buddie | rating: m

Eddie’s back hits the sheets, and deft fingers curl around his wrists, tugging them up above his head. He can feel Buck’s thighs, strong and firm, bracketing his hips, and the bulk of his chest, his shoulders, applies just enough pressure on Eddie’s torso to hold him down.

He’s not powerless like this; could just as easily turn the tables and have Buck pressed into the mattress, pinned like a butterfly.

But Eddie doesn’t want to. He— he likes this. The loss of control. The suggestion of powerlessness. The way he can just— let go.

Let go, and trust that Buck will be there to catch him. To hold him. To help him. To make him feel good.

[redrosydiaz]

extra word 6 of the @118dailydrabble word: fools | pairing: buddie, hen & chimney | rating:

“Couldn’t sleep?” Hen asks, entering the dim lounge.

Chimney looks away from the muted television and shakes his head. “Was watching a movie, but dumb and dumber fell asleep, so.” A beat. Then, “They’re doing it again.”

Hen lifts a brow and glances towards Buck and Eddie. They’re squished onto the loveseat, shoulders pressed together. Normally, their thighs would be too, only, there’s a popcorn bowl wedged between. The bowl isn’t terribly big, so it does little to hide their hands behind it, loosely tangled together, even in sleep.

“These fools think they’re so sly,” she clucks.

Chimney snorts. “Should we tell them we know?”

“Nah,” Hen replies and smiles softly, “let them have it a little longer.”

[redrosydiaz]

extra word 5 of the @118dailydrabble word: fallout | pairing: buddie; maddie & chimney & hen & karen | rating: g

“Oh man,” Chimney laughs around his toothpick of fancy cheese, “when Eddie finally shaves that thing the fallout is going to be insane.”

Karen grins behind her wineglass. “You’ll miss it that much?”

Chimney snorts. “Not me — Buck.”

Hen groans. Maddie barks a laugh. Karen lifts an eyebrow.

“He’s the President of the Eddie Diaz Facial Hair Fanclub,” Hen tells Karen, nodding seriously.

“He’s the only member,” Chimney corrects.

“He’s being supportive, it’s sweet,” Maddie says. “Clearly Eddie’s going through something.”

“Yeah, and it’ll be our turn next, once he figures it out, loses the stache, and leaves Buck inconsolable,” Chimney bemoans.

Karen raises her glass.

“To Buck’s sanity, then—”

“And ours,” Hen adds.

“— long live the stache!”

[setmeatopthepyre]

🐧 and anything that’s outsider POV 👀🙏 love to see what everyone else thinks of our dramatic idiots

your wish is my command! here's some Katie POV (combining with a 118 drabble prompt) - follows this / precedes this

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🐧 - antarct-fic

Kitchen [@118dailydrabble day 70] [part of antarct-fic | bucktommy | 118 words]

Brooke strides in from the front of the kitchen with a sharp glint in her eye that spells trouble for someone.

“Bucky, where’s the refill on those eggs?” she demands, then turns and makes a beeline straight for Katie. Her voice drops to a practiced gossip-whisper. “He’s in the galley. Evan’s pilot. Back right table by the busted light.”

Katie raises her eyebrows, spares a glance for the kitchen. She could pretend not to care, but Brooke knows her better than that.

Sure enough, there he is. Tommy Kinard, helo ops. His face is familiar, as was the name, but now she knows to match them.

He glances up, expression guarded.

Katie hopes Evan knows what he’s doing.

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[make me write]

[redrosydiaz]

extra word 4 of the @118dailydrabble word: malfunction | pairing: buddie | rating: t

Eddie is running through a set of bicep curls, something he’s done countless times before. It’s not difficult, it’s routine.

But then, across the way, Buck lifts his shirt to mop some sweat from his brow, exposing the soft pouch of his belly, and Eddie just— he malfunctions. Completely.

The dumbbell slips from his fingers and nearly crushes his toes.

It, unfortunately, catches Buck’s attention. He pauses, shirt still up, and raises an eyebrow at Eddie. “Too heavy?” He teases, glancing towards the dumbbell.

Eddie can’t pull his eyes away from Buck’s tummy. “No,” he insists, “it’s perfect.”

Buck laughs. The shirt drops. And Eddie— flushes so deeply he thinks he’ll catch fire, as he realizes his mistake.

[sad-girl-hours23]

Completely, Perfectly, Incandescently Happy

@118dailydrabble Day 99: Tomorrow

bucktommy; one year later...

Tommy’s favorite Pride & Prejudice scene is on, but he’s more enraptured by the expressions playing on Evan’s face.

Evan turns and meets his gaze, ducks his head, and blushes. “What?”

“I just like looking at you. That okay with you, Buckley?” 

In the blink of an eye, his fiancée is in his lap. “You know, after tomorrow you can’t call me that.”

“Not even when I’m cross with you?” Tommy smirks. “What can I call you then?” Between kisses pressed to Evan’s neck, he says: “Baby? Honey? Sweetheart? Mine?” Tommy bites down.

“Tommy,” Evan whines.

Tommy tilts his head. “If you’re into that…”

Evan laughs. “Shut up and take me to bed, Kinard.”

“Anything for my future husband.”

Also on AO3

You can read the rest here

[redrosydiaz]

extra word 3 of the @118dailydrabble word: rage | pairing: buddie | rating: g

Eddie almost doesn’t hear the knock over the storm raging on outside.

Wind whistling, rain pelting the windows and roof, thunder rumbling in the distance.

He opens the door, lightning flashes across the sky, and his fingers curl around Buck’s forearm.

It isn’t until he’s been pulled safely inside, door shut firmly behind him, that Eddie realizes how tight his grip is.

“Uh, sorry,” he breathes, loosening his hold to let go.

But Buck’s arm twists in his, catching Eddie’s wrist. His thumb brushes Eddie’s pulsepoint. Spiked. Uneasy.

“Don’t be,” Buck murmurs. Then uses his grip to tug Eddie forward. Slides his hand up Eddie’s arm. Tucks it under his shoulder. Envelops him in a hug. “I’m here.”

[setmeatopthepyre]

🐧 Will you write some post-rough landing?

absolutely! combining this with a 118 drabble prompt

🐧 - antarct-fic

Desperate

[@118dailydrabble day 68] [part of antarct-fic | bucktommy | 118 words] [follows this]

“Tommy, hey, Tommy, look at me. Open your eyes for me, OK? Open your eyes. You’re OK. We’re OK.”

Evan’s voice is clear and reassuring and there and barely tinged with desperation and Tommy knows that if he ever gets into an accident, that’s the voice he’d want to hear.

His next breath wheezes pathetically in his throat and maybe he can try, maybe he can try for Evan. Blinks once, twice, his eyes opening just a fraction, but a fraction is enough to see those bright bright eyes fixed on his. They’re the wrong color through his glasses, not blue but still devastating, and there’s no looking away from them now.

“Hey,” Evan smiles. “There you are.”

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[make me write]