#Different first meeting

[himbosandhardwear]

Eddie scans the room, looking for who or what he's not sure, just keeping his eyes peeled for something interesting. It's Saturday night, a packed house, some of the usual suspects but some new faces too.

One in particular stands out, especially considering his Sears Catalog attire and artfully tousled hair.

There's something about his loose body language that draws Eddie's eye. He's out of place but he doesn't act out of place. Eddie can respect it.

Unfortunately, when their eyes meet, he gets a kicked gut reaction that makes it clear this guy is off limits. The guy looks away immediately, probably thinks Eddie is more likely to pickpocket him than buy him a drink. Oh well. No great loss, he didn't come to get laid anyway.

He makes his way to the bar, gets a shot of Jack and a Miller Lite and waits. Teddy will probably show up before too long, maybe they can bar hop. He sips his beer and looks around some more, noting the older Mexican lady who runs the flower stand on the corner. You wouldn't guess it just by looking at her but she can drink anyone in the place under the table. He should really get her name.

Sears Catalog has moved to a table on the right side of the room, standing with a presumed girlfriend. Their heads are bent close together. He looks up and catches Eddie staring. They both look away again. He's really gotta stop doing that before he gets hate-crimed. It's a known problem, his type being untouchable preppy boys. He's sure if a shrink studied him, they would say it was because he didn't think he was worthy of love, or some shit, but he can't help it. The straighter, the meaner, the cleaner cut, the more Eddie falls all over himself. It’s a miracle he ever gets laid. Thankfully there’s always closet cases. He swore to himself he wasn't going to do that anymore though, he needs to have some self-respect, not let asshole jocks use him and drop him the second an emotion is displayed.

“That outfit is hideous.”

Eddie jolts in his seat. He finds Sears Catalog smirking at him like what he's said is the height of wit.

Eddie wastes no time pouring the rest of his beer over the guy's head.

He stares back at Eddie in shock, almost hurt. Fuck him. He doesn't care, he's not letting some dumbass gymrat hone his bullying skills on him. Not today.

The guy's girlfriend jogs over with a handful of napkins, which is when Eddie splits.

“I told you not to use that line!” He hears her exclaim. Eddie stops in his tracks.

“But…but...he didn't even let me get to the good part,” Sears laments. Eddie can't turn back around, he's frozen in place.

“Yeah, dingus, because it's a stupid fucking line. I'm sorry you had to find out like this but not every guy who makes eye contact with you wants to fuck you.”

“I know that! I just thought… I don't know. Let's just get out of here.”

He sounds so defeated. Eddie did that. He assumed the worst and reacted accordingly. Like an asshole. Like a bully.

They're halfway to the door when Eddie's feet unstick themselves from the floor. He rushes to intercept.

“What was the rest of the line?” He shouts.

Sears turns, eyes wide, unsure.

His…friend? Looks Eddie over, unimpressed. “What's it to you?”

He winces. “Just…uh…I guess I thought you should know, some of the guys who make eye contact do want to fuck you, they're just too stupid to realize they're being hit on.”

Sears and Mean Friend make their own eye contact. Mostly ‘Beat it' and ‘Are you serious?’ and ‘Yes, oh my god, please go.’

Eddie respects their bond.

Once Mean Friend has sufficiently rolled her eyes and threatened Eddie with bodily harm should anything worse than beer befall her friend, she stalks off into the night.

“You should take it off.”

“Huh?” Eddie responds, stupidly.

Sears smiles. “That's the rest of the line. ‘Your outfit is hideous. You should take it off.’”

Fuck, it really is a terrible line. Something a middle aged creep would use. If he'd waited long enough to hear it the first time it would've made him laugh though, which would have broken the ice.

“Awful. Zero out of ten,” he says while grinning. “Looks like you already offended one guy.” He looks at Sears’ wet shirt, appreciating his own handiwork.

“I'll keep workshopping.” His hand comes up slowly, like Eddie might react badly again. “Steve.”

It's his honor and privilege to clasp Steve's hand in his own.

“Eddie. And can I say, your outfit looks great. It would look better on my floor.”

Steve practically twinkles at him. “Stop, I'm already a sure thing.”

He uses the hand still in his grasp to pull Eddie forward and smash their lips together.

When their grandkids ask how they got together, Eddie is going to have to lie.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Wrong number AU except Eddie texts Robin on accident with a dick pic that he was definitely meaning to send to his hookup from the night before who told him “just text it to me so I can make it your contact pic” and Eddie was drunk enough at the time to think that made sense

Robin obviously throws her phone at Steve the moment she sees it and tells him to “delete the evidence of dick” on her phone

Steve starts to, he really does, but he notices that the dick is very big and Steve’s a teeny bit of a size queen, okay? He has to get a good look at it before deleting it and blocking the number for Robin

Except he stares at it for so long Robin steals her phone back and starts to do it herself, complaining the entire time about how Steve has got to get laid so he can focus.

Steve steals it back and airdrops it to himself, which is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever done, and Robin is gonna be unbearable about it, but maybe he’ll get laid like she wants-

He’s ignoring her as he shares the contact with himself and shoots off a text

“Probably not gonna get very far with a lesbian, but I’d be interested” isn’t exactly the pickup line of the century, but he’s having a dry spell and he’s gotta shoot whatever shot is available even if it misses

It doesn’t miss. He doesn’t know this guy’s name, but he knows his dick is hard and leaking and that’s enough for Steve to send dirty text after dirty text

Robin leaves eventually and he’s glad for it because now he can put some pressure on his own hard dick without feeling guilty that she’s in the vicinity

And then every night for weeks he texts the guy. And the nights turn to days. And they send TikToks to each other and they ask about each others days and it’s great

And then before he knows it, he’s dating Eddie, and his contact picture is of the two of them smiling into the camera with the beach in the background from their vacation over the summer where they admittedly spent more time in bed than in the sand or waves

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Chasing Fires

This fic is based on this idea originally thought up by @kinardsboy in this post and expanded on in this post I made a few days back. I hope you enjoy this different first meeting AU between a younger Tommy and a younger Evan! 🥰

Chasing Fires

| Pairing: BuckTommy | Rated: M | WC: 150.2K | Chapters: 25/25 |

Summary: 24-year-old Tommy Kinard meets 19-year-old Evan Buckley as Evan tries to steal food at a grocery store. Tommy decides to let Evan crash at his place until Evan figures out what his next steps are, giving Evan the same help someone had given Tommy when he had been kicked out of his house years ago.

Excerpt:

Usually, when Tommy saw someone stealing food, his rule of thumb was no, you didn’t. Tommy had been that kid before. He wasn’t going to make someone’s life infinitely worse due to their own desperation. And this wasn’t Tommy exactly calling the kid out. But. He really was not going to fit that giant bag of chips into his sweatshirt in a way that was going to conceal it. And as Tommy watched the guy struggling to shove the party size bag of Lays Classic of all things into one of his sweatshirt pockets, Tommy couldn’t help but say, “Ramen.” "Ramen?" ... “Easier to hide,” offered Tommy as he remembered when he was about as desperate as this guy must be now, “Full meal too.”

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[happypeachsludgeflower]

Different first meeting au where Xie Lian became a shrine priest for the ghost king Hua Cheng in hopes that if Wu Ming somehow survived, he doesn’t think he did but he has hope okay??, he would be protected and cared for in ghost city. And Hua Cheng, who doesn’t take care of his own prayers and instead foists them off on Yin Yu because that would cut into his time to search for Xie Lian, doesn’t find out for centuries.

[nobigsecrets]

Prompt #15: Defend

@118dailydrabble | Rating: T | BuckTommy (Pride Parade verse, same as here)

It's late afternoon when a woman with bright pink hair appears at the First Aid tent, calling for help. But it's not her who catches Tommy's attention, it's the guy she's towing along. He's about as tall as Tommy, lean and well built and shirtless, short cropped blond hair—and blood streaking down his handsome face.

"Evan here defended me from my ex," the woman explains as Tommy motions the pair over, "got hit with a can of soda."

"Ouch," Tommy makes the man sit on the bench. He goes willingly and then clarifies, "better me than her," with a shit-eating grin. He looks up and straight at Tommy and Tommy has never seen more striking blue eyes.

[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

hi!:))) i literally love all ur recs! if this is too much it’s totally ok!

i was wondering if you know any fics where chris is a baby, or like when they met before the 118, i just love those fics!🫶

thank you, have a wonderful day!:)

hiiii! 😊 aww yay, that makes me so happy!!

oww, baby chris my most beloved 🥹 here's some for both of those!

teen dad!eddie & football player!buck | college au by bisexualbuckley @ (this is one of my favorite series ft. teen buddie and baby chris!)

look how they align by allyasavedtheday @littlespoonevan (different first meeting)

i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday @littlespoonevan (different first meeting)

kink club au by Princessfbi @princessfbi (different first meeting)

—and some self promo bc different first meetings are kinda my thing <3

straight out of left field by browneyedgirl6 (baby chris and different first meeting)

i look out my window, like i'm some deranged weirdo (what if your eyes looked up and met mine) by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

when i lose my grip, you pull me back (you're my universe) by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting/teen buddie)

with the sex so good that I won't forget it (feelin' the rush) by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

the one where they met because of chris by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

if I asked you to stay, would you? by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

if i lay here, would you lie with me (forget the world) by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

[buddiefanficlibrary]

Look How They Align

The guy is standing with his back to him in front of an open locker. He’s in the middle of changing and Buck doesn’t mean to gawk but then the guy turns to the side and-

That’s definitely the hot dad from Sophie’s school.

“Uh Carla,” he says vaguely, not entirely sure he hasn’t interrupted her. “I’ll have to call you back." He drops his phone back down by his side before she has a chance to reply, staring in dumbfounded bewilderment as Eddie Diaz pulls an LAFD shirt over his – very chiselled – chest.

“You know it’s rude to stare.”

Buck jumps, snapping his neck to the side to see Hen approaching.

“Do we need to get you laid?” she asks bluntly. “Should Karen and I take you out this weekend? I mean, first that dad at the kids’ school and now the new guy? Come on, Buck. Close your mouth.”

He splutters, tries to muster up some indignation at Hen’s comment, but then he catches sight of Eddie again, now buttoning up his over-shirt and instead all he can manage is-

“That is the hot dad from the kids’ school.”

*

In which Buck has a crush on the hot dad of the new kid in his daughter's class. The hot dad who also happens to be his new co-worker. Yeah, this is fine.

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[beyourownanchor6]

—second secret fic is here! this one is for my dearest spotty 🥰 @spotsandsocks happiest of birthday’s! here’s a small gift for you beloved 🫶🏼 special shout-out to the anon who sent in this ask! your idea sparked much joy ✨

rated: t | words: 6.1k | read on ao3

summary

“Oh, you have to meet my wedding planner!"

Adriana rushed over to meet the guy, all but dragging him over to where he was stood, Eddie suddenly face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, a pink splotchy birthmark above the mans left eye. A shy smile splayed across the guy’s face, Eddie watching as he ducked his head down.

“Eddie, I want you to meet the most amazing man in my life…well a part from my fiancé.”

The man next to her blushed, ducking his head away once more. “Buck, this is my brother, Eddie.”

Adriana all but nodded at Eddie, and this Buck guy, ushering them to shake hands and greet properly. He wasn’t sure which one of them stuck their hand out first, only that when they connected, they just fit.

—or—

Buck is Eddie's sisters wedding planner. Too bad all his plans involve Eddie

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tags: @loserdiaz @redlightsandicedtea @loveyourownsmiilee @monsterrae1 @buddierights @swiftiebuckleyhan @honestlydarkprincess @barbiediaz @spotsandsocks @justsmilestuffhappens @cowboydiazes @djdangerlove @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @jacksadventuresinwriting @stanningsky @wh0re-behavi0r @ronordmann @spaceprincessem @arthursdent @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @betty-boom @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @pirrusstuff @nmcggg @theotherbuckley @louis-tenn @the-gayest-wug @buckley-diaz-rules @muppetbuddie

[steddieunderdogfics]

time skip recs: there are time skips in several of ann_anotherthing / anniebass long fics, but cutting close is my favorite https://archiveofourown.org/works/43379704/chapters/109047736 and if you need something a little less of a slow burn then you have to read a certain type https://archiveofourown.org/works/40568190

Cutting Close by ann_anotherthing

@anniebass

Rating: Explicit

93,500 words, 10/10 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Pining, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Pre-Season/Series 04, Angst, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Coming of Age, Small Town Blues, Period-Typical Homophobia, Steve Harrington is A Mean Girl, Actually They Both are Infuriating

Summary:

Steve Harrington is in pain. No, not, like, psychological one, rather an unshooable bullshit of a headache, all thanks to the Russians squatting underneath a mall, torturing him a smidge. So, when his two best friends get all chummy with a known weirdo of a drug dealer, Steve first rolls his eyes, then rolls with it, jumping on an occasion to purchase his all-natural head trauma medicine. Except, you have got to be at least cordial with your dealer, to keep the relationship, and when the guy remembers you as a shithead, well. You gotta try harder.

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[weewoowings]

Currently writing my first multi chapter fic. I'm not posting yet, because I want to be at least halfway through, but here's a little sneak peek. Different first meeting, canon divergent.

✨ At the Club ✨

At the bar, Tommy nursed his drink, his gaze scanning the room out of habit more than interest. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy a good night out, it was just that clubs weren’t his scene, not anymore. The bass reverberated through the air, making it impossible to have a conversation this close to the dance floor. How people thought they could make an honest connection with someone while shouting at each other was beyond him. The dim lighting was punctuated by strobing beams of blue and pink, creating surreal, dreamlike patterns that seemed to pulse in time with the beat. The faint tang of spilled beer and the sweet smell of sugary cocktails lingered in the air, blending with the occasional whiff of someone’s expensive cologne.

Lucy had been persuasive, relentlessly so. Her argument that he needed to "live a little" had been hard to counter after being holed up at home for a few months following a rather spectacular breakup. Especially when she reminded him that the last time they had a drink together, he was either yelling or sobbing about Matt leaving him to get back with his ex-husband after two and a half years. So, here he was, sipping overpriced whiskey and hoping she wouldn’t drag him onto the dance floor. He glanced over to where she stood, a little farther down the bar, engaged in animated conversation with a red headed woman, her infectious laughter cutting through the noise of the club.

Taking another sip of his whiskey, he let the familiar burn ground him, his eyes drifting across the sea of bodies moving on the dance floor. Tommy’s gaze drifted over the crowd, settling nowhere in particular. Some people danced with practiced precision, others stumbled along with no rhythm at all, but no one seemed to care. Sequins shimmered under the flashing lights, colors blurring together as bodies moved to the relentless beat. The music seemed to blur everything else, leaving nothing but motion and noise.

And then he saw him.

The man stood out effortlessly, and not because he was trying to, but because everything about him seemed to shine. A curly-haired guy in a plain black tee, that was at least 2 sizes too small, his carefree movements set to the beat of the song, a pulsing remix of an '80s classic that Tommy vaguely recognized. His smile was wide, unguarded, and electric. Tommy couldn’t really tell if it was the lighting or his own perception of the guy, but he seemed to glow under the multicolored beams.

Tommy froze, drink halfway to his lips. There was something magnetic about the way the man moved, so unselfconscious, so alive, colors dancing over his shirt and catching in his curls. It wasn’t just the way his body matched the rhythmic beat but the absolute joy he exuded, as though the music was coursing through his veins, like this was where he felt most alive. Tommy realized he’d been watching for longer than he intended, and a small, rueful smile tugged at his lips.

“You good?” Lucy’s voice broke through his thoughts, her tone teasing.

[steddieas-shegoes]

a stranger's advice

for @corrodedcoffinfest popup event 'Good Fortune'

using prompt 7: a single kind word can keep one warm for years + mouth + 48, 13, 46, 27, 31, 18

rated m | 1408 words | cw: implied sexual content kinda | tags: modern au, different first meeting, flirting, eventual famous corroded coffin, eventual rock star eddie munson, sound mixer steve harrington, strangers to lovers

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Eddie’s giving up.

They’ve done all they can do.

Jeff’s dad is threatening to cut him off entirely if he doesn’t go to college and Gareth’s mom calls him crying twice a week, worried he’s gonna end up homeless or in rehab. Gareth’s never touched a drug or more than a single beer in his life and works harder than any of them, but he’s tired of telling her that. Frankie doesn’t have the same passion they have; He’s just there as the guy who answered an ad for a bassist.

No record label wants them, most larger venues don’t want to pay what it would cost for them to get there, and the smaller venues are getting less crowded as more people flock to arenas and stadiums to see big name bands. They aren’t as good as they thought they were and Eddie has to accept that.

He’s feeling sorry for himself in the hallway of this record company first, though.

The other guys already shook hands with everyone, patted Eddie on the shoulder, and left. He’s alone now, and he’ll be alone for the rest of his life.

“Waiting for a ride?” A man asks from in front of him.

Eddie looks up and sees someone he vaguely recognizes as the assistant who sat in on their unsuccessful meeting 18 whole minutes ago. He’s stunning in the way that someone way outside of Eddie’s league usually is, but damn if he doesn’t get stuck looking anyways.

The man raises a brow and crosses his arms.

“Uh, no. Sorry. I have one. Just needed a minute.”

The man nods and then uncrosses his arms, sighing.

“You want some advice?”

“Not sure if it’ll do me any good. My band’s done. I’m nothing without them,” Eddie lets himself sound as pitiful as he feels.

“A 13 track demo is too much. Most places aren’t listening to more than five songs at all, and that’s only if they’re impressed by the first two. You guys sound great, and clearly have passion, but it’s not heard by the people who need to hear it,” the man says despite Eddie’s warning.

Eddie is a bit distracted by the way his mouth forms words, like he’s trying to hide an accent. This is LA. A lot of transplants from the south and Midwest don’t like people to know.

“And you know this as the assistant?” Eddie asks and wishes he didn’t.

“I’m the sound mixer. The assistant is out and they asked me to fill in. But I’ve seen how this goes enough to see that you guys have everything right except the part you need,” he gives a small smile. “Cut down the tracks and you’ll be set. You’ve got an amazing voice. Don’t give up yet.”

The man walks away before Eddie can say thank you or ask any follow up questions like ‘do you want to come home with me?’ or ‘does your hair naturally swoop like that or is there product doing the job?’

Eddie decides to head out, waits nearly 31 minutes for an Uber, which is ridiculous when he’s staying in a hotel less than 10 minutes from the building. The guys are at the hotel bar when he arrives, sipping on sodas instead of mixed drinks like they deserve.

“Give me one more shot,” he begs.

They look at each other. They look back at him.

“One more,” Jeff agrees as they all nod.

~~~~~

“Can’t believe there’s 46,000 people here!” Eddie yells as he’s running off the stage.

There aren’t exactly 46,000 people watching them; That number is closer to 27,000. But there are 46,000 tickets sold for this particular event, which means that 46,000 people have seen Corroded Coffin’s name on a ticket stub or event guide. It’s more than he ever expected to know about them.

He’s so excited about the set they just played, he nearly runs right into a guy in nice jeans and a sweater. It’s too fucking hot for a sweater.

The guy grabs Eddie’s arms to steady both of them and Eddie looks up and his jaw drops.

“Holy shit, it’s you.”

“It’s me,” the man replies, smirking at Eddie’s surprise. “Had to see what our label missed out on in person.”

The other guys are rushing past him, probably to get to the green room for drinks and snacks. They never eat before a show, and when they’re done, they’re ravenous.

The man hasn’t let him go yet. He could. Eddie’s balance is fine, his initial adrenaline is crawling to a normal level, and he isn’t gonna suddenly run into anyone else.

“Your advice worked,” Eddie says.

The man nods, knowing smile on his face. “I’m glad you listened to me.”

“It wasn’t just your advice though,” Eddie admits. “I mean, it definitely helped! But you actually saw talent. We were feeling kinda down about how good we were and you made me realize that it’s probably not our talent that’s the problem. We’re good. We’ve been good. We just didn’t know how to show that to the right people.”

“There’s 48 bands here this weekend, you know?” The man asks, as if that’s a normal response to anything Eddie just said.

“Um, yeah. I know.”

“We represent 47 of them.”

Eddie’s brows practically leave his forehead. “But…”

“I insisted they get you guys on the lineup when I saw the options available. And I couldn’t pass up another opportunity to talk to you.”

Eddie feels like he might pass out, which could definitely be from dehydration or overheating, but could also be the very hot man in front of him kind of flirting with him?

“Sorry, I think I’m having a stroke. I don’t even remember your name. You’ve just been Hot Man in my head for four years,” Eddie manages to get out, feeling his cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of his outburst.

Hot Man laughs, throws his head back and everything, like this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“Steve. I’m Steve,” he says when he’s calmed down.

“Steve.” Eddie likes the way his name sounds coming from his own lips. “I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” he laughs again, quieter, more fondness sneaking in.

“Well, Steve, would you like to join me for a drink in the green room? I hear the lead singer of Corroded Coffin requested only the finest PBR,” Eddie gestures towards the steps leading off the stage. “Or perhaps you’d enjoy a vodka soda.”

“I’d love to,” Steve giggles. Eddie feels like he’s won something. “But I am technically working for a few more hours.”

“Oh,” Eddie swallows around the disappointment. “Right. Okay.”

“But I’m staying at the Marriott down the road. If you wanted to meet for dinner later?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Definitely. For sure.” Eddie groans at his awkward excitement, but Steve is giggling again. Hearing a hot man giggle like this just does something to his brain.

“Great. Here’s my number. Text me so I have yours,” Steve hands over a business card and Eddie ignores his dick twitching in his too-tight pants. “See you tonight.”

Eddie’s mouth feels dry as he nods.

Steve is already gone when he finally thinks of something to say, so he groans and makes his way to the green room, where the guys are all spread out across the couches placed haphazardly around.

“Where’d you go?” Gareth asks him before he takes a sip of his water. He’s still a one and done drinker and Eddie loves him for it.

“Got a date,” Eddie shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“A date?!” Frankie asks, nearly spilling his beer.

“Don’t act so surprised, man. I date!”

“You haven’t ‘dated’ anyone since high school.”

“Haven’t felt like I needed to. I was busy getting us famous,” Eddie smirks, finds a beer in the fridge, and settles on a chair. “It might just be one date anyway. He’s probably a busy guy and I’m not sure I’m really his type.”

“Yeah, right. If he’s here, you’re his type,” Jeff laughs.

Everyone moves on quickly, which is a blessing for Eddie because he gets lost in thoughts about Steve pretty much immediately.

In the years they spent trying to make it, only one person ever gave him helpful advice. Only one person spoke of his talent and made him feel like they could still make it.

And now he had a date with him.

[eliotwaughdeservesbetter]

Okay, i come here again with some idea in my head that i can't form into something beautiful myself. Hoping someone's gonna like it and release into the world.

Little Evan was born to save Daniel. And he saved him, operation worked, Daniel lived. But not for long, he died when Evan was 6 years old, his illness was stronger and even new transplantation wouldn't help him. But he was the best big brother for Evan, he loved him with everything he had, helped him, taught him everything he knew. Margaret and Philip Buckley would do anything for Daniel, but Evan never was someone they cared about. Daniel and Maddie were giving Evan love he deserved.

And there was one more person who was taking care of little Evan. It was Daniel's best friend, Tommy Kinard. Daniel's classmate who lived a few houses down the road. Tommy always was at Buckley's house, his drunk father wasn't a good company. That's how Tommy became the best friend of Daniel, Maddie and Evan. They always were together.

And then Daniel died. He was 13, Maddie 15 and Evan 6. Buckley parents left the city, state and never looked back. Evan and Maddie lost contact with Tommy. And then canon happens.

When Buck follows Chim into the hangar to meet his friend who can help them save Bobby and Athena, he doesn't expect to meet his dead brother's best friend. But that's whom he sees and he's excited.

And my mind can't make the plot further .But i really think it may have potential. So anyone feel free taking it

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal

💙 The Shade of Old Trees

by Kryal

T, 363k, Wangxian

Summary: “We rest in the shade of trees our ancestors planted.” They called the man in the ice Yiling Laozu, after a folk hero associated with the town in the foothills of the mountains where he was found. No one expected him to be alive! Kay's comments: I have never been less surprised to see that a story was written by a PhD student. The end notes at the end of each chapter are very extensive and just amazing. So much information, so much research, 363k of an incredible story that had me completely hooked. I read it in a week and could hardly focus on anything else, because that story was just so present in the back of my mind and I wanted to know what would happen next. Got introduced to the story by the stunning art by @toffee-arts. I loved the entire plotline of Wei Wuxian having to first learn modern Chinese in order to speak to the scientists (and mostly Lan Zhan) who decided to thaw his supossed corpse. I love how it all came together, how it all wrapped up neatly and the slow burn! The slow burn almost killed me! And how cultivation just awed everyone in modern day!! I just know this story is going to be a favourite I will re-read again and again and there are certainly a lot of details I must have missed during my obsessed binge. Excerpt: Everyone in the observation room tensed. This was, after all, the most delicate point. If it wasn’t going to be possible to remove the ice without beginning to thaw Yiling Laozu, they would have to move very quickly to preserve some of the data they wanted. The cellular damage caused by the freezing process meant that once the ice thawed, the damage would spread rapidly. Lan Wangji glanced at Wen Yuan. “Leave if you need to,” he told the boy quietly. Wen Yuan shook his head. “No, I want to stay…” Lan Wangji wasn’t certain what caught his attention – a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye, a hint of sound, a flash of intuition. He looked up to see Lan Xichen slam into the window. Drop out of sight, stunned by the impact. Beyond, shards of shattered ice fell from black robes scattered across the floor as Yiling Laozu’s body tumbled off the lab table— Twisted. Landed on his feet. Stood. Piercing silvery-grey eyes flickered across the room, wary and confused. Lan Wangji froze. Yiling Laozu was awake. …Yiling Laozu was alive.

pov alternating, modern setting, modern with magic, different first meeting, time travel, time travelling wei wuxian, time travel of sorts, canon divergence, slow burn, worldbuilding, getting together, developing relationship, academia, research, science, bamf wei wuxian, yiling laozu wei wuxian, grief/mourning

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[preet-01]

Happy New Year!! Here's to having a great year!

The first fic of the year is a dosh different first meeting fic because I was recently rewatching the 2018 Monaco Grand Prix

Daniel 

Usually, Daniel tended to avoid drinking heavily after a race weekend – a few beers with the mechanics and other team members, but nothing more as he was still an athlete in the middle of a season. 

But after Monaco, after redemption day from the disastrous 2016 Grand Prix, Daniel has no qualms about making the rounds of Monaco’s many clubs. He’d gone to Jimmy’z, made a stop at the Amber Lounge, and attended yacht parties. Now, Daniel’s in some club he’d not visited before, with Charles and Pierre guiding him around. They’re speaking in rapid-fire French that not even Daniel’s sober brain could keep up with, much less his current drunken self.  So he doesn’t even bother trying to decipher their words, he’d much rather take in the sights. 

Daniel somehow makes his way from where Charles had been accosted by some Monegasque native he knows to the bar where he thankfully hears English being spoken. “Vodka Red Bull,” Daniel yells, hoping that he’s heard over the loud music and conversation all around them. He doesn’t normally like yelling at bartenders, but there is no other way he’ll be able to get a drink in this environment. 

“Ah the race winner!” the bartender yells back with delight evident on his face. “Coming right up!” Daniel smiles and goes to get something to pay with when one of the guys near the bar tells the bartender to put it on his tab. 

“Winners shouldn’t be paying,” the man, an American Daniel notes, says. He’s younger than Daniel, maybe as young as Max is, but he’s taller and broader than them both. He can’t help but trail his eyes down the other man’s tall frame, paying extra attention to the broad arms and thick thighs. 

“Ah, thanks, mate,” Daniel says. The polite thing is to obviously drink his vodka Red Bull with the man who’d so kindly paid for his drink. “I’m Daniel,” he introduces himself before grimacing. Daniel’s name had not only been plastered all over the place but had also been spoken multiple times over the speakers and commentary throughout the day. 

“Josh,” the man replies with an easy grin. 

Josh

He should be in Buffalo getting ready for his rookie season with the Bills. Or maybe in Firebaugh with his family, taking in all the time he could at home before he was to make a life on the opposite side of the country. 

Instead, Josh is in Monaco with some friends from college. They’re in the grandstands for the Monaco Grand Prix, surrounded by people who have no idea that Josh was set to make his NFL debut in just a few short months. 

“Fuck,” Josh says when he sees the race winner’s photo pop up on one of the nearby screens. He could appreciate a good-looking man, and the race winner – Daniel Ricciardo, the announcer says – is a very good-looking man. “Did he just drink from his shoe?” Josh later questions when they watch the podium. Daniel Ricciardo, an Australian driver for Red Bull, was busy drinking podium champagne from his shoe as his fellow drivers looked on in slight disgust. 

“It’s a thing he does, people love it,” one of his friends replies as the team representative takes Daniel’s champagne-filled shoe and drinks from it. 

Hours and a couple of drinks he probably shouldn’t have had later, Josh spots Daniel Ricciardo making his way toward the bar. Leaving the conversation with his friends, Josh turns his attention to Daniel Ricciardo and buys him a drink. 

“Ah, thanks, mate. I’m Daniel,” he says to which Josh replies, “Josh.” 

One drink turns into two which turns into them moving from the bar to one of the standing tables near the wall. Three drinks turn into kissing in an alley. 

“My apartment’s close,” Daniel mumbles against Josh’s lips. 

“We should go,” Josh agrees as he reluctantly pulls away. Daniel’s a mess, a pretty mess with unruly curls, flushed cheeks, and dilated pupils. 

They stumble through the streets, occasionally stopping when people recognize Daniel, but within ten minutes they’re in Daniel’s apartment with Josh pressing Daniel against a wall. 

What better way to celebrate his upcoming NFL debut than to fuck the winner of the Monaco Grand Prix? Josh certainly can’t think of anything better. 

Daniel 

There is a man in his bed. 

Not the first time that’s happened, nor does he think it’ll be the last time. But there is a man in his bed, holding him firmly in place – something that very few of Daniel’s hookups could do. 

He likes it almost as much as he had liked being manhandled by said man last night – or, well, early this morning. 

Josh, he remembers, had told him that he was a football player. American football, not European football, he had said while fingering Daniel open. He’d also learned that Josh was young, barely out of college young, but set to start his first season as an NFL quarterback for some New York-based team. Josh had mentioned which team it was, but Daniel had been too busy focusing on the cock in him.  

He probably would have focused more on that tidbit of information in other circumstances, but other circumstances didn’t usually include his partner easily carrying him from point A to point B. It leaves his mind once more when Josh pulls Daniel atop of himself. 

He could go for round three. It’s not like Daniel has to fly out to Canada just yet. 

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Round three and they’ll go their separate ways is what Daniel had thought. Josh was younger than him and just starting out his professional sports career – a career that was solely based in the United States while Daniel’s career kept him on different continents for most of the year. By all means, it shouldn’t have worked out. 

However, in the freezing Buffalo cold a little over five years later, he curses himself for going for round three and then offering breakfast a la slightly burnt eggs and some green smoothie he was supposed to drink as part of his meal plan. Because it did work. And it worked extremely well, so well that Daniel spent most of his free time in Buffalo in a home he’d built with Josh and regularly attended Bills games. 

Those curses quickly die when Josh makes his way over before the game like he always does when Daniel sits near the field instead of the box.  

“Wish me luck, baby?” Josh asks. 

“Good luck,” Daniel replies, sealing it with a kiss. “You’ve got this,” he adds. 

[nobigsecrets]

What do Hen and Tommy get up to volunteering at that Pride Parade?

Haha, yes good, thank you!

What Hen and Tommy are up to is volunteering for a sort of First Aid Station for the parade. Not sure how it's handled in the US but here in Germany when there are bigger public events or parades there's usually a designated First Aid Area somewhere close by where people can go for minor treatments or to get help. I assumed LAFD rather asks among stations who wants to help out instead of just ordering people there. Hen does volunteer every year whereas Tommy, freshly out to himself but no one else, talks himself into using it as an opportunity to go to pride with enough plausible deniability. (Hen kinda suspects about Tommy and that's why she jumps in to protect him from dumb questions).

What I am up to with this is a pre canon different first meeting AU. Tommy is still at the 118 and not out to anyone. Buck has freshly arrived in LA and is about to start at the Academy in a few weeks. He's dragged to the Pride Parade by his new roommates and he's still Buck 1.0 and he's having The Best Time Ever. Then something happens and Buck helps someone to the First Aid Area or maybe Buck needs help himself, either way that's where he meets Tommy. And it's kinda instant attraction only Buck is still clueless and Tommy is still closeted. But they both assume the other is gay so.

[typicalopposite]

sooooo I saw a reverse tropes post that had really nice guy but he only hates you on it…

AND WHAT IF….

after the cruise rescue. Tommy offers the tour… to them all. And Bucks the only one who calls… and Tommy makes an excuse why he can’t do it. Buck sees Eddie on the phone making the plans for the fight and shows inter(because he wants to see Tommy) and Eddie asks before Tommy gets the tickets… but he makes an excuse that he can only get two. He over hears Eddie talking about Tommy fixing his car and maybe he goes with him And mentions his Jeep and Tommy pulls some… idk how to work on jeeps. Idk some off the wall bs.

at the basketball game he stops playing when Buck gets there… (maybe Eddie doesn’t get hurt here so it can drag out a little more)

and it ends with Buck confronting Tommy instead… and still ends with Tommy kissing him and then like idk maybe things happen the same.. maybe different but yeaaa. 🙃