#Big Bang fic

[iboatedhere]

First of all, a huge thanks to all the mods @aroyallybigbangrwrb for putting this altogether. I can't imagine how much work it is to organize something like this. @geonbaeeee for the beautiful artwork which you can find in chapter two. I also need to thank @ad-astra13 & @luainthewild for jumping in the doc and being amazing cheerleaders. And, of course, thanks to @pragmatic-optimist for putting up with several voice messages, dozens of freak outs and 222 pages of words. Couldn't have done it without you.

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Normally, Alex runs the one-point-three miles across Georgetown from his brownstone to the hospital, where he showers and changes in the locker room before grabbing his second coffee of the day and starting his shift.

Today, he only makes it two blocks before the gray skies open up, and he’s stuck in a deluge, seeking refuge beneath the neutral-colored awnings in front of the bougie boutiques that line M Street and dodging the spray from passing cars on his way to the bus stop.

He’s soaked by the time he makes it there, his moisture-wicking running top taking all it can handle and his hair plastered to his forehead.

There’s a crowd of people huddled beneath the shelter. Half of them give him apologetic smiles while the others stare blankly into the rain, and none of them make any move to give up their spot for him.

He wouldn’t take it anyway. It’s his own stupid fault for chancing it without even grabbing an umbrella or a hooded jacket.

“Lovely weather, isn’t it?”

Alex rolls his eyes and turns around. Behind him, Dr. Fox is standing beneath an umbrella, bone dry and dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, his hair perfectly styled, not a blond strand out of place.

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

still the bone remembers, still it wants | eddie+wanting fic | 20k/146k | chapter 1/9 | read on ao3

The thing is, wanting has always been easy.

The thing is, wanting has always been so hard.

or, eddie goes to therapy and learns how to want. buck helps.

snippet:

Eddie looks at Frank head-on, painfully aware of the weighty, purple bags under his eyes and the hunch of his shoulders and the bleak sensation of being lost that is probably stretched across his face, and he runs Frank’s question through his head once more.

What do you want?

It sounds a lot like What are you afraid of? even if the voice is less cherished and a different tenor, even if the question is lacking that particular brand of Buckley care that feels like you are being handed pieces of sunlight. The intention of it is the same, the gentle dig of it into the soft fleshy bits of himself that Eddie has worked so hard to keep hidden and is now working so hard to uncover, well, that’s the same too.

Eddie was honest with Buck, and he thinks he can be honest with Frank. He thinks he might even want to.

“I don’t know.”

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[englandamericaitaly]

BIG BANG TIME!!!

You can read my fic here!!

And you can find the wonderful art for it here!!!

After moving to Gotham for work, Jazz is in for a rude awakening. Not about the crime or the people or even the sad state of the city, oh no. She expected those. What she didn't expect is that every single time she ends up getting mugged or attacked or stuck in a situation because of Gotham Being Gotham, she just doesn't seem to get any chance to defend herself. And for a fully liminal person who has a constant itch to fight in her very DNA, that can lead to some interesting consequences.

[indelibleme]

Chapters: 1/7 

Fandom: Detective Conan                Rating: T

Relationships: Kudou Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito

Summary: Celebrities don’t interest Kudo Shinichi. He comes from a family of celebrities; in fact, he is a minor celebrity himself. But the one living next door seems to get into one too many shenanigans for his peace of mind. Which really wouldn’t be an issue, if the latest one didn’t happen to involve a dead body.

Or, in which Kaito goes from being darling of the entertainment media to scourge of the internet in no time at all, hounded by paparazzi, only to find solace in the utter indifference of his neighbour… until he gets involved in a murder.

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Finally, here is chapter 1 of my fic for this year’s @kaishinbigbang 2024!!

The art from which this fic was inspired by was made by the wonderful artist @bakathief!! Please check it out HERE! Go show it some love!!

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(Excerpt under the cut)

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Kaito tried to protest—

“Hold on, you’ve got this wrong! I didn’t even know he was dead until you told me just now! Hey, hey—stop, it’s not me!”

—but they didn’t deter them at all. Kaito breathed in desperately, panic creeping into his voice as he looked around for help. Murder? Arrested? He didn’t need to know what the percentage of acquittals were in their country to guess the outcome! And for the police to make an arrest, for there to be evidence backing this up—

“Matsuoka-keibu? What’s going on?”

Kaito’s head snapped up at that voice. Turning the curb from where the patrol car was parked, like a beacon of light piercing through stormy clouds, was none other than Kudo Shinichi.

[homerforsure]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by the stunning @mellaithwen and @try-set-me-on-fire

This is a little bit from my unofficial, please don’t hold me to any deadlines, big bang fic. A soft beginning before I angst it up.

In the dark, they settled into the sheets, each shimmying and stretching and fussing with the pillows until finally stilling, curved toward each other and just close enough to touch. The fan spun slowly overhead and the fridge kicked on behind the kitchen doors and Eddie grunted a little as he found the position that he wanted - all of it as familiar to Buck as the sounds of his own loft.

He ran his finger lightly down Eddie’s forearm and said, “You should wait until the afternoon.”

“For what?”

“To mow the lawn. So I can watch you.”

“It’s hot in the afternoon.”

“So are you.”

Eddie huffed a quiet laugh and reached over to dig his fingers into Buck’s side, tickling his ribs while Buck squirmed, trying to keep his voice from squeaking through the house, until he finally caught Eddie’s hand in his and pulled him close. Instead of trying to escape, Eddie let himself fall across Buck’s chest and Buck wrapped his arms around him.

“What do you have to do in the morning?” Eddie asked, his face buried in Buck’s hoodie.

“I have to go back to my place. I gotta water my plants and look for my board shorts.”

“They’re not in the bag in the closet?”

“No, I looked there.”

“The Jeep?”

“Uh-uh.”

“The backseat of the truck?”

“Yours and Christopher’s but not mine. I think I wore them home last time.”

A small, disgruntled noise vibrated against his chest and Buck laughed as he ran a hand through Eddie’s hair.

“I haven’t seen you all week,” Eddie said.

“Oh, three work days don’t count?”

“Not the same.”

Someone else might roll their eyes, but Buck knew what Eddie meant. Work was work and who they were there wasn’t the same as who they were here, tangled fingers and casual kisses. Their days off had been a blur of appointments; Eddie had chaperoned a field trip; Buck went to the dentist and babysat for Jee-Yun so Maddie and Chimney could have a night out. There wasn’t a day they hadn’t seen each other but there also wasn’t a day where they’d been able to savor it.

“It’s not,” Buck agreed softly. “I missed you too.”

Tagging: @princessfbi @bigfootsmom @devirnis @renecdote @godlightbuckley @gayhoediaz @rewritetheending @buckactuallys @sibylsleaves @thekristen999 @daffi-990 @glorious-spoon @pappelsiin @nymika-arts

[staceymcgillicuddy]

in the shape of a girl | art post

Word Count: 12,762 Archive Warnings: No archive warnings apply Rating:  Explicit Pairing(s): Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Character(s): Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson Tags:  Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Art school, Nude modeling, Artist Eddie Munson, Meet-cute, Fluff and smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal sex, Post-coital cuddling, For once Jason is not the villain, It's some random guy Chrissy married and divorced, Chrissy Cunningham has a crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is soft for Chrissy Cunningham Summary: Eddie hadn’t thought about Chrissy in years. Then she walked out from behind that screen and stripped out of her robe as if she’d been doing it all her life, at which point he realized he’d never actually known her at all. Beta Reader: Not on Tumblr, but all credit to BK who has been beta-ing for me since the before time, in the long long ago :) Fantabulous art by @artgroves (Both characters have a nipple out in their respective pieces, use your own SFW judgment, friends) Fic by @staceymcgillicuddy

[living-la-vida-lesbian]

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so! the batfamily big bang this year started in may. and now, three months later, i have a full grown 20k word fic to share with you all!! it's basically a steph brown character study and i think it's pretty good me personally. this is probably one of the less professional posts related to the bbb i fear but it's okay. hopefully. remember to read the tags before the fic because there is a lot of angst,, also it's not comic accurate please don't expect it to be comic accurate lmao

anyways thank you so much to my lovely team @writergeek, @pup-pee, and @azurendays!! you all are sososo awesome :D

anyway, if this sounds interesting, give it a read and also check out other fics from the @batfam-big-bang! everyone there is wonderful and great at writing and drawing and betaing and all that fun stuff! yeah! bye bye for now :)

[queenofmoons67]

Title: There Are No Ostrich Horses In Ba Sing Se

Relationships: Zuko/Sokka; Sokka & the Gaang; Zuko & Iroh

Warnings: None

AO3 Tags: Animal Transformation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season/Series 02, Ba Sing Se, Zuko joins the gang early, POV Sokka, POV Zuko, Sokka-centric, Zuko-centric, Hurt Zuko, Protective Sokka, Dragon of the West Iroh, True Love’s Kiss

Notes:

Happy 2024 Zukka Big Bang!

I’m so excited to post this story. It’s a sequel to a one-shot I posted more than two years ago (and I do recommend you read that one first).

Thank you to: @zukkabigbang2024 for hosting this event, @enbymoomin for being an incredible beta and taking this fic to another level, and @ic3-que3n for bringing THREE different scenes to life!

Summary:

Sokka has been through a lot the last few days. He got separated from his friends, got into multiple fights, and had no idea his loyal ostrich horse was actually human until a certain prince jerkbender appeared on his lap. If the gods were kind, they’d give him a few days off, but the gods have never been kind to Sokka.

Aka, it’s a lovely day in Ba Sing Se, Zuko is (once again) a horrible ostrich horse, and that is (once again) entirely Sokka’s problem.

[annaizscribbling]

Welcome, to Come Into the Water. A Big Bang horror fic written by yours truly in conjunction with above art by @onthevirgeofdestruction, and beta reading from @remy-the-lemon-berry

The water flows unceasingly.

For Virgil, Truth is hard to find. It is lost in the sea of lies and secrets that have corrupted everything and everyone, it seems. There is nowhere to hide. Nowhere is safe. How can he move forward without a guiding light? Who will save him?

Mercifully, the water flows unceasingly.

Come Into the Water.

Or, Virgil finds truth in the form of a cave hidden deep in the back of the Mindscape. It sings a song to him, a song he would very much like to join.

Come Into the Water.

BUCKLE UP! if you don't know me for horror you sure are gonna now! This was a delight to write and a delight to share. It is oozing with symbolism, from the wildly obscure to the excitingly common. I poured so many hours of strange research and devious laughter to this fic. It is meant to be enjoyed however you please, but know there is always more to find, hidden in the references. There is so much here, and I will be as active as ever in my comments.

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[doeeyeseddie]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by @capseycartwright and @homerforsure (thank you!!), so here’s some more words from my big bang fic!

“Can I help you with anything?”

“No, thanks, I’m almost done.” He looks at the book in his hand and puts it on the lower shelf of his cart. “How long do you have? So I know what to show you guys.”

“We can’t stay longer than six,” Eddie explains, “I gotta drop Christopher off at my abuela’s house before I go to work.”

“Oh, are– do you do shift work?”

“I’m a nurse,” Eddie says. “I’m mostly working nights right now because letting Christopher stay at my abuela’s overnight is easier for her than during the day, and I get more awake time with him.”

“That makes sense,” Buck nods. “It’s good that you have your grandma here, I–I know how hard childcare can be to find.”

“What does your wife do?”

“My wife?” Buck asks, confused, but doesn’t offer a correction either.

“Uh, sorry,” Eddie asks, and tries, “Your girlfriend? Partner?”

Buck’s still staring at him, uncomprehending, so Eddie says, “The woman who picked up Ellie the other day.”

i tag @clusterbuck @hattalove @bibibuck @littlespoonevan @shitouttabuck and @sibylsleaves if you want to!

[lululawrence]

Gemma's Dad (Could Use A Guy Like Me)

by lululawrence feat. artwork by @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 14 Chapters | 83k

When Harry started heading directly towards where Louis was positioned and waiting, his eyes went wide and he stumbled enough that he completely let go of the handle, making the lawn mower choke and turn off completely, blanketing them in silence that felt heavy and loud.

“Hey,” Louis said, giving him a smile. 

Harry swallowed harshly and gave an almost pained smile before he nodded again.

A little confused about why Harry was behaving that way, Louis tried to push past it and said, “You know, I could always come over and mow your lawn for you whenever I mow ours. It’s probably going to be the only good physical activity I get this summer other than when I meet Zayn at the skate park.”

“Oh, yeah, well, I mean I’m pretty, uh, particular around my flower babies and all, and that is a lot of detailing to make sure everything is still able to be reached with the way they’re going to be growing.”

Louis licked his lips as he thought through everything Harry had just said in his response. It didn’t… really answer him, but he supposed it didn’t not answer him either. 

“Is.. that a no?” Louis asked with a smile while tilting his head in confusion. “I mean, I’m more than willing to watch out for your plants. I would never do anything to harm them, and I’m very good at mowing lawns. I did it enough for the grannies on our street growing up to know how to safely work around gardens.”

Harry started laughing, sounding a little hysterical. “I’m sure you have a lot of experience with that. I do remember how often you loved to show off the muscles you were building up with the various sports teams and things when you were on lawn duty.”

Again, his response didn’t really make much sense, and it didn’t really address Louis’ offer to mow his lawn now.

Still unsure how to respond, Louis just stood there, blinking at Harry, only moving to put his hand up to shade his eyes and allow him to read Harry’s expression a little easier. 

Harry’s eyes darted to him before almost immediately shifting away to something else as he moved his weight from foot to foot, acting almost like he was nervous and didn’t know how to behave. And that was weird, right?

“Okay, well, it was good running into you… urm, seeing you, I mean—” Harry shook his head and then quickly spit out, “Good job on your yard! See you again soon!” before he rushed back over to his lawn mower and restarted it, the loud sound of the motor picking up once more, leaving Louis only that much more confused.

Or a Stacy's Mom AU featuring lifelong best friends Gemma and Louis, but especially Gemma's dad, Harry.

Coming April 26th as part of @onedirectionbigbang!

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[rowanellis]

Call for Interviewees: Fanfic Edition

Hello! I am a queer video essayist, currently in the research process of a video on FANFICTION!

I’m looking to interview:

- Writers of Big Name TM/popular fics

- Big Bang/similar community fic event organisers

 - Old school readers (e.g. 70s kirk/spock shippers)

- Anyone else with a particularly interesting/unique viewpoint of fanfic

If that’s you - please reach out at rowanellisyoutube@outlook.com with “FanFic Interview” in the subject line!

FAQ: Will this just be a video that sensationalises/demonises fanfic and makes it out to be a “weird internet thing”? 

Absolutely not.

I have been reading fanfic since I was about 12, I picked my literary agent partly because of her love and respect of fanfic, have made some amazing friends bonding over our favourite fic writers... this video is not going to be an outsider perspective looking in at a “weird internet thing”, but instead a deep dive based on the idea this is interesting and complex enough to analyse and study. 

I previously made an hour long video about the omegaverse, which hopefully shows the vibes - you can check it out here.

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

still the bone remembers, still it wants | chapter 3/9 | 18k | read on ao3

The thing is, wanting has always been easy.

The thing is, wanting has always been so hard.

or, eddie goes to therapy and learns how to want. buck helps.

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And then, suddenly, there’s softness.

Softness that directly follows a violent crack and the slamming of wood. Softness that whimpers and treads close but not too close. Softness in the form of a large, bulking body made to be deceptively small. Softness in blue eyes and a wavering voice. Softness in a hand reaching out to comfort, to steady, to save.

Eddie would flinch back from it, but he’s too tired, aching from head to toe, sore beyond belief from every hit he made and all the sobs wracking through his body. He can only turn to Buck, who is crouched beside him and so blurry through Eddie’s tears that he’s almost convinced Buck isn’t real, but his voice calls out to Eddie and Eddie has to answer, he has to get this out of him.

“They’re all dead. Everyone that I saved. They’re all dead. ”

And then it bellows out in a chant he can’t stop, trembling like the shivers crawling down his spine, shattering the air between him and Buck like everything else that Eddie touches.

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[heartofspells]

This Way We Fall

"Moony calls you Padfoot."

It's not what Sirius expects his godson to say, and he startles a little, his hand skittering, the red line of antlers he'd been curving upwards going wide and stuttering haptically. Two and a half weeks is how long it's taken for Sirius to be allowed into the inner sanctum, granted the holiest of privileges: crayons.

They're kneeling on the front stoop, the door closed in front of them, all previous drawings cleared away to make way for new ones. All except one, the black dog still in place, off to the side, animation charms steadily failing, but its tail gives a weak flutter periodically, stubborn and refusing to die just yet. After his breakfast that morning, Harry had stated it was time. Time for new pictures to replace the old, because the old ones were boring, Moony, and our door is boring, too. And Sirius had been expected to help. Demanded, really, not that he's complaining.

Studying the mess made of his antlers, Sirius is slow to pull his wand, clearing it away to start anew. He thinks there might be a metaphor in there somewhere, but he can't quite grasp it in the jumbled chaos now filling his head.

"Does he?" asks Sirius measuredly, not looking at Harry as he cleans away the red trails.

It's a name he hasn't heard in years, not from anyone. More than five, to be exact, and it pulls at something inside Sirius to hear again now, coming from a mouth that hadn't ever truly managed to form it properly the last time it had tried.

"Sometimes," says Harry, tongue peeking between his teeth as he puts the finishing touches on what Sirius thinks might be a mouse, though he can't be entirely certain. He's never seen a mouse quite that colorful before. Sirius thinks he might make the colors dance once they're finished. "But he never says it to you. Only when he's talking 'bout you."

Humming minutely, Sirius glances over his shoulder to where Remus is seated in the Adirondack chair in the grass. He's reclined back, head and face tilted towards the sky, legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles, eyes closed. He hasn't reacted to anything said, but Sirius knows the other man is listening because he always is, always near enough to catch every word, to intervene in any and everything he sees fit, though he never does, at least not yet.

"You call him Moony," continues Harry, and he's looking at Sirius now, large green eyes curious where they glint behind the lenses of his glasses, Sirius watching them slip down his nose. Sirius reaches out and pushes them back up, an instinct, a long-forgotten habit but not actually forgotten at all, it seems. "All the time."

"I call him Moony because you call him Moony," explains Sirius, not entirely sure what else to say, turning his gaze back to the door.

Harry is quiet for a minute, rolling a purple crayon between his fingers thoughtfully as Sirius scribbles out his own design, just for something to do.

"Did you used to call him Moony?" he asks finally, head tipping so far to the side that Sirius worries for a second it might twist off his neck and clunk to the concrete below. "Before me?"

Sirius drops his hand from the door, slow to respond before saying quietly, "Did, yeah. A lot. All the time."

"Why?"

"I made it up. I gave him the nickname. Seemed only right that I use it."

"Padfoot's your name?"

Swallowing, eyes dropping to his knees before flickering to Harry, Sirius nods. "It was, a long time ago."

"Who gave it to you?"

"It – " Sirius stops, gaze jumping to the drawings on the door, something sharp stabbing into his heart, like longing, like absence and grief and the need to touch what's never coming back again, eyes drifting to the antlers, tracing their shape, familiar like the hazy outlines made by clouds, memories too distant to fully recall clearly any longer. "Your dad gave me the name. It was his idea. Padfoot. He thought it was funny. He always found things funny that most others didn't."

Harry stares up at him for a minute, and then he exhales a breath, heavy for a six-year-old, so very heavy but somehow lighter than Sirius thinks anything in this moment should be.

"That's nice," is all he says, leaning forward to collect the crayon from Sirius' slack fingers, beginning to push the colors back into the box. "Can you make them move now?" he asks eagerly, eyes bright as he looks up at Sirius again.

When the drawings are animated once more, they watch them flutter and skitter and hobble across the wood of the painted door, Harry happy and excited from the sight. Sirius thinks he could stay this way forever, or at least a very long time, days and months, years and decades, if only given the chance, but Harry suddenly stands beside him, clutching his box of crayons protectively to his chest, like to lose them would be to lose the dearest of friends.

"Gotta take them inside 'cause they melt," informs his godson knowingly, and Sirius watches as he pushes the door open, disappearing inside as it closes in front of his face again.

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Gorgeous art by @drunkdumbfucker <3

[fizzigigsimmer]

He Who Holds The Devil: Chapter 7

Link to The Fic

Author: fizzigigsimmer | triddlegrl (a03)

Artist: the wickedly tallented and lovely @sketchy-scribs-n-doods & @alicetallula |tallula03

Beta: literal genius and absolute godsend @robthegoodfellow

For @bigbangharringrove

Preview:

It’s nice, no matter the origin, to sit with people he can trust not to hurt—just eating breakfast. It’s nice hearing about El’s travels and Will’s latest comic while they take turns tossing berries for Raptor to catch. The niceness shimmers like sunlight, and there’s not a vine in sight. They let it be good—let it be easy—until their plates are empty and their cups have been refilled.   It’s El who brings them back to reality with a regretful smile. “So, tell us about the case.” 

[badger-bear]

coming soon for @onedirectionbigbang with art by @londonfoginacup

another friday night.

Lennon’s heart started to race, and she was beginning to sweat at the possibility of doing this job. She didn’t want to be complicit in the act of closeting someone. It felt immoral. But her family, they needed the money. She had to help her siblings. “I could do it,” Lennon spoke up. Everyone in the room stared at her but she refused to shrink down again. “I know I’m not a model, but I could do it.” Louis’ glare was harsh and unyielding. “No.” “It’s not a good idea,” Joseph added. “You don’t know anything about this industry, and you already have a job.” “I know more than Jennifer, and she has a day job as well. I’m bisexual so I am in the community like Louis was requesting. Louis and I have had a good report since he started working with us. It would be easy to sell to the GP. We met at work, sparks went flying…” Lennon trailed off. “I said no,” Louis repeated himself, his voice was just as harsh as his stare.

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