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fanficsandfluff · 2 years ago

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

A/N: Another late one, I know I know. This one's EXTRA special because of two reasons! This was not a request, I had the idea. And I had help writing this fic! The ever wonderful @goblinden, whom I've known for many years now, helped me out when I asked and we co-wrote this fic together! It was super fun to create and I really hope you all enjoy our joint hard work <3 (It's also a really long one, so yay!)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

They had only been together for a short while, maybe a few months at most, but the dungeon master knew he had already fallen victim to a Charm Person spell as soon as his eyes laid upon the king himself. Eddie had grown attached to Steve; and eventually over a few beers and a joint they officially became a 'thing.'

And one thing he learned that he loved was kissing. He didn't think he would ever be an affectionate type but Harrington had him wrapped around his finger. Kissing was his favorite activity, more than hugs surprisingly. And he always craved more. Whenever Steve would leave his side, even to go to the bathroom, he would whine like a little puppy and wait very patiently for his return. And now that same scenario was playing out… They were hanging out in his trailer while his uncle was at work, huddled up watching a movie that Eddie forced Steve to watch. Horror, of course, his absolute favorite! And he will get the former jock into horror, dammit! They had taken a break from watching the movie to enjoy a wonderful makeout session. After having a few beers, Steve was bursting to go to the bathroom and Eddie reluctantly had to let him go. So he waited, pouting as usual.

Steve was in the bathroom, feeling buzzed but not drunk, and he was just thinking about Eddie, even though they've been separated for probably 30 seconds. The metalhead was hard to resist and very hard to stop thinking about. Steve looked in the very small trailer bathroom mirror as he was washing his hands, picking through his hair and fixing out of place strands since he wanted to keep looking good for Eddie. Eddie hadn't yet commented about his hair as much as old girlfriends did, so he didn't know why he cared so much about its appearance. Old habits die hard, he supposed.

Steve checked his breath and licked his lips before sliding the small door open and stepping out again to an awaiting Eddie. "Miss me?" he saw how Eddie's demeanor clearly showed that he did. Steve plopped himself back down on the couch and rested an arm along the back of it as he stared at Eddie with a small smile playing on his lips.

Hearing the toilet flush was like hearing the horn of a goblin troupes surrender. It was glorious. As soon as the man had stepped out of the tiny bathroom he was almost vibrating in his seat, his eyes never leaving the king as he sauntered over to sit down beside him once again. He couldn’t keep his hands off him so he instantly leaned into his side when he put his arm on the back of the couch just to feel his heat once again.

“No, not at all,�� he said, his voice almost dripping with sarcasm; but he did turn his attention back to the movie for the time being.

Not even 5 minutes in he already felt himself licking his own lips and his hands began to fidget, he needed contact with Steve and he felt like he was going to make his already semi-pink lips sore by how much he was licking them and biting them. When the movie got to a boring part, at least in Eddie’s eyes when there wasn’t any blood and guts and gore, he turned to Steve and gave him a nudge to face him. And when he did he locked his lips with his again and he swore he saw stars, humming in delight as he moved his lips to new territory and placed them on his cheek and jaw, and then went to his neck. Eddie nuzzled his nose to get Steve's amazing (he would never admit it) hair away from the back of his neck while making his journey.

Steve found himself smiling more genuinely when Eddie cuddled into his side. This was so soft for the crazy, manic energy this guy typically brought with him. It was a nice change. And he fell for it when he felt Eddie's nudge, looking right at him only to be met with a kiss. Steve kissed back with a passion, as horror movies were never quite for him. He was thankful Eddie took it easy on him by breaking up their movie viewing for makeouts.

The kisses Eddie bestowed upon him started spreading and Steve felt heat rise to his cheeks. Steve was enjoying every second until Eddie brushed his nose into his neck in a very particular way as the kisses trailed. Steve jerked before he could stop himself and his head ditched Eddie's touch. And then mister perfect hair froze. The blush he'd been pleasantly feeling during the kissing morphed into a deeper, more embarrassed red. He didn't even look at Eddie.

Eddie was so caught up in loving on Steve’s skin, he almost didn’t notice what he was doing. The one thing that made realization hit him was when Steve jerked and annoyingly moved away from his touch. At first he wanted to pout, thinking that he wasn’t in the mood anymore after going to the bathroom, or the movie was too scary... but then he saw the blush that was on Steve's face now 10 shades darker than before. Did he hurt him? No no, there weren’t any cuts or bruis-- Ohh…

A wide grin instantly came onto Munson's face, almost predatory-like. And a mischievous sparkle began to circle in his chocolate button eyes.

“You good, pretty boy?” he scooted closer to him and the hand that was just gently relaxing near Steve’s thigh slid over to hold onto it so he couldn’t slip away so easily.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

Yeah, he was gonna have fun with this one.

"I'm good, Munson," Steve responded, acting as cool as a cucumber. Or at least in Steve's panicking mind, he totally one hundred percent came off that way, "Got a chill. Or you know, maybe your dumb movie actually scared me a little," he placed his hand over Eddie's that was now gripping his thigh tighter.

Steve wasn't entirely dumb, as he could see the lightbulbs of realization flickering behind Eddie's brown eyes. But kill excitement with disinterest, is what he always said. Yeah, he's never said that, but it fit for this moment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you off," Steve ran his thumb across Eddie's ring-covered knuckles and turned his head and went in for another kiss, this time to Eddie's lips. If he got him away from his neck, everything should be fine and thus go back to normal.

Eddie had to hold back a laugh seeing how nervous Steve was. Steve's change of subject coupled with some shifting affirmed Eddie's suspicion. The dungeon master knew how to counteract attacks that never went according to plan.

He went along for a moment, of course, wanting Steve to think he had won. But alas, he was just dragging himself down into a dark dungeon where not even the king could crawl his way back out without a few wounds. It was perfect.

As Eddie felt Steve’s hand, his fingers laced together with his, interlocking in a sweet way but also a firm grip to keep the man to his side. With a quick motion, he moved down and began kissing at Steve's neck again. This time he kept him there. Whenever thy king shall lean hisself away, thy monster in the dungeon remainéd close. Eddie kept his lips and slight stubble on the target at hand.

Well, fuck.

Those was the first words that popped into Steve's brain when Eddie went straight for his neck once more. Steve pulled away, or he tried to. Eddie had his hand and thigh in vice grips so he couldn't pull back far without falling onto his back on the couch.

"E-Eds!" he growled, shaking his head to throw Eddie off of him, "Wh-What're you doing?" he tried steeling his nerves and he bit on his lip, starting to enjoy the kisses, actually, when Eddie wasn't intentionally using ulterior motives. Steve hadn't made any noises that resembled laughter yet, so he still felt he had a shot. A shot in the dark, maybe but a shot nonetheless.

“Well, Stevie boy,” Eddie leaned back for a moment to just look into Harrington's eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love your lips. They feel good, soft, perfect for kisses, but... I wanna try something new! Ya know?” he was grinning wide, going on and on while leaning closer and closer, til he eventually leaned so far he pushed Steve down onto his back and hovered over him. One hand was used to keep Eddie propped up, so he wouldn’t fully squish him, even though he was skinny. And Steve liked to point that out all the time. The other hand still held Steve's and pinned it to the cushions of the couch so he couldn’t yank up his shoulder, leaving it open for Eddie to get at his sensitive little neck.

The puppet master went so far as to swing one leg over Steve's to give him just a little bit of extra coverage when it came to Steve’s escape.

Steve reluctantly listened to all the stupid words spilling from Eddie's mouth and it only made his nerves heighten. And then he was being pinned, and he knew he was in for it.

“And with the way your skin got goose bumps tells me you like it, too, hm?” Eddie purred. He dove back in without waiting for Steve’s response. These kisses were more… light, airy, and tickly than the usual passionate ones. And he made sure to cover the side of Steve’s neck with them, even going up behind his red blushing ear.

"I doho like when you kiss me, yeah, dumbass," he had to agree with that statement. And when Eddie went back in for more, Steve groaned since these kisses were not at all the loving ones he was used to. They tickled like all hell.

"Shit!" Steve exclaimed after his breath hitched and giggles flowed from his mouth shortly after, "Ohoho shit shit shihit-- Eddie!"

There it was! The delicious nectar of the gods Eddie craved!

“Steeevie.” Eddie had to whisper into the man’s neck just to send the chills flowing all over the place between kisses, “When were ya gonna tell me you were ticklish?”

The kisses continued on the man’s neck and he moved down to his collarbone then back up again, going all over to find the perfect spot that would make the man truly giggle and laugh. The metalhead wanted more.

It wasn't so much the kisses as it was Eddie's breaths and nose touches that sent Steve into giggle hell. And then the stupid fucking teasing! He couldn't get a break.

"Stohohop, you shithead!" Steve cursed and he kept scrunching his face down onto his shoulder as much as his pin would allow him. But that did nothing to help because then Eddie would move right to the other side of his neck and attack there.

“You know I don’t like when people keep secrets from me, Stevie boy," Eddie teased, deciding to test the shark infested waters, blowing a raspberry under his ear.

"I dihihidn't know, okay??" Steve squeaked when Eddie blew the raspberry, a laugh coming out a bit more hearty and panicked, "NAHA-- Not a secret! Pfft! Fuhuhuhuck, Eds!"

That made Eddie pause and he pulled back to look down at Steve with a confused look across his face. The pause allowed the man to catch a break.

“You… hold up. You didn’t knohow?” He let a laugh slip out of pure shock. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington’s had so many chicks, he’s surrounded by kids constantly, how did he not know he was ticklish? Even Eddie knew that he himself was ticklish, too much for the metalhead's liking but… that can be saved for another day.

“You really didn’t know?” Eddie asked once more when Steve didn't immediately respond to the tease, a bit more care in his tone this time since he legit was thinking Steve's never been tickled in his entire existence. And geez, that was a depressing thought.

Steve sucked in a breath when Eddie paused, "I didn't-- Well, no, I knew I was ticklish. I dated Nancy for Christ's sake, she teased me about it. Just no one's ever kissed me and it made me feel ticklish…"

Why was he exposing so much and being so open? The blush on Steve's cheeks only remained, and his hair was looking disheveled, "Kisses shouldn't tickle," he said a bit softer, definitely more self-conscious and embarrassed, and he knew Eddie was just gonna keep railing on him about it, "This is new."

The grin Steve knew all too well slowly made its way back onto Eddie’s face, and he was back in business, baby!

“Wehell! Now that we got that cleared up-- yes, kisses can tickle. It is new, and it’s exciting,” well, exciting for Eddie mostly. He was bouncing on his knees, careful not to crush or hurt Steve, but he couldn’t keep still for too long, “Not just on your neck either, but I happen to like your neck.”

If it were to come out of anyone else’s mouth that would sound creepy, but it was Eddie and he was known for just being weird. He took both of Steve’s hands and pinned them to the sides of his body so he couldn’t move, and he licked his lips with a smile.

Steve didn't have much to say, for once. A nervous butterfly fluttered around in his stomach when Eddie took his wrists and held them like he did, one on either side of his face. No one's ever manhandled Steve as much as Eddie and this was all definitely new love life territory for him. He would pin girls' wrists, never the other way around!

“Shall we go on this adventure? Explore new territory?” with a wiggle of his eyebrows, Eddie kissed Steve's lips. He moved the kisses lower onto his neck and kept his kisses moving from side to side so Harrington would be caught off-guard.

Another shaky smile spread across Steve's lips and a giggle was ripped from him when Eddie went back in, "Ah! Shhhh-- hehehehaha oho shihihit," he squeezed his hazel eyes shut in mirth to try and fight the tingly sensations.

Eddie especially loved when he threw in a nibble and a raspberry! Raspberries were fun. They even tickled him a little bit with the vibration of his lips! This was too good.

When Eddie started nibbling, that made Steve's leg hitch up in the air, in an effort to squirm and escape, "THAHAT nohoho! Nonono, noho Eddie plehehehease," he snorted and he felt like his life was over. But no, it wasn't, because then the raspberries came.

Eddie was trying his hardest not to grin so much since that would mess up his whole plan. He needed his lips to tickle, dammit! But Steve’s laughter was so endearing, so tooth-rottingly sweet he just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Dihid you just snort?!” now Eddie let out a small huff of laughter that mixed in with Steve’s, and it sounded more evil than anything. The perfect laugh to fit the dungeon master himself, “Oh, this is too good, Harrington, it really is.”

"EHEDDIE! Fuhuhuck that, man! Nohoho, don't! Dohon't fucking do that!" Steve snorted again despite himself and he audibly groaned at himself after it happened. The raspberries just sucked.

And another snort! Eddie was in a dragon's horde, he had to be! Riches all around for the taking!

“Oh d--… don’t do what? Hm? Don’t do this?” and he blew a raspberry at a spot in the crook of Steve's neck where his shoulder met his neck, then nibbled on the skin afterwards. He had a hard time keeping Steve’s head in place, but hoped his scrawny body could keep him pinned. Eddie wanted to keep going, but he knew he would have to stop eventually… sadly.

Steve exploded once more, "AHA! Dohohon't fucking tease me!" he was red as a beet and his laughter came out in clear streams. It was a newer sound, even for Steve. He hadn't been made to cackle in a long while. His neck was even becoming red by this point, from all the touching there as well as from his spreading blush.

Steve squeaked and curled his knees up when Eddie returned to nibbling everywhere, and he was snickering breathlessly, "I cahahahahan't! Eds, I-I--ohoho fuck, it tickles!"

Alright, that’s enough of the neck for now.

“I’ll tease you all I want, thank you very much!" Eddie let out a huff of playful annoyance and scooted down lower on the man’s body and used his teeth to yank up Harringtons shirt to reveal his slightly pudgy lower belly. And he looked up at Steve through his eyelashes and curly bangs with another wiggle of his eyebrows, the evil look still pooling in his eyes.

“I did say that kisses can tickle elsewhere, didn’t I?” the metalhead cooed and lowered his lips slowly to the quivering tummy beneath him. His long curly hair was falling onto Steve's bare skin, making goosebumps appear on the skin. And Eddie hadn’t even touched him yet! When he did, he peppered those little tickly kisses all over his lover's tummy. It made his heart swell at hearing the new laughter it brought.

"Oho you suck so much, Munson," Steve panted when Eddie moved his head, subsequently removing his hands from Steve's. The pin was no longer in effect, and Steve was just about to scoot himself away from Eddie. But there was something in him that wouldn't let him get all the way away. Why not!? This was absolute teasing torture! He could easily kick his legs and jerk Eddie off of him and boom, tickle kisses over. But Steve sat and caught his breath.

When Eddie's lips made contact with his belly, Steve burst into another fit of laughter. His hands shot first to Eddie's head and gave it a few nudges before raising themselves. Steve used his hands to cover his face, needing to put them somewhere or else he'd start throwing punches.

"Stop!" Steve pleaded, "Eheheheddie, stop, plehehease! I neeheed to breathe, you dihick!"

Eddie was giggling like a kid in a candy store. This was so cute. Steve was the cutest, this whole night was cute. God, he was turning so mushy. Damn it, Harrington, for killing his Metalhead creep freak vibe.

“Ohokay okay. Break time,” the metalhead, sadly, removed his lips from Steve's tummy and leaned up on his hands to look up towards him, “Ah ah ah, no hiding," he reached up and began tapping at the backs of Steve’s hands and along his knuckles.

Steve lowered his hands like a good boy. His chest was heaving in the effort to recover lost air into his lungs.

“You good? You’re not dying on me, are ya?” Eddie’s face was bright as can be, his dimples shining with his big grin as he was over the moon.

"I'm nohohot dying, no. Wish I was, that was brutal," Steve leaned himself up on his elbows, "You like this a little bit too much," he pointed out with pink still dotting his cheeks, but a smile remained on his face. Steve pulled himself up a bit so he could sit up on his own without needing to lean on his arms. And his hands held Eddie's and started to tug them, "Kiss me properly," he urged him, not bitter or annoyed at anything that transpired. If anything, Steve was filled with more love for his freak now more than ever.

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush. Yep, he liked this. Liked it a lot, matter of fact. With a happy smile, Eddie nodded his head to answer Steve.

When Steve started to sit up more and take hold of his hands, he couldn’t say no. His hair was messy, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were sparkling: the image of perfection.

Eddie leaned in and kissed him deeply, filling the kiss with much needed love and affection after Steve made it through a brutal amount of tickly, kissy torture... so he supposed Steve deserved a bit of pampering afterwards.

The two young men sat and kissed each other lovingly. Steve shut his eyes and his hands slid up Eddie's arms, gripping them as he gently nudged him to get onto his back. Now that the tables were turning, Steve could not wait to have Eddie wrapped around his finger... or rather, multiple fingers. And laughing... because of said fingers. And aw hell, he'd throw in nibbles and raspberries as a bonus, just to round out their night of ticklish kisses.

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thekristen999 · 3 years ago

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2021 fic year in review

🌟tagged by @homerforsure, @renecdote and @mellaithwen. Thank you so much, I have truly enjoyed out little circle of friendship throughout the year. Also big hugs to @tulipintulle, you are just an amazing gift :)

total number of completed works: 10 fics (1 meta post)

total word count: 91,600

fandom’s i’ve written in: 9-1-1

looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you expected?

I had no idea I was going to get swept into 9-1-1 as much as I did. It's a bigger fandom and I felt like a little fish in a large sea, but slowly I feel like I’ve found my little niche. I’m happy that I’ve written a mix of one shots and longer stories. So, I guess, I wrote more than I expected?

what’s your own favourite story this year?

Trying Hard to Remember, Trying Hard To Forget

I’m really proud of that story how it ended up. Buck and Eddie had a shared trauma but their recovery took different paths. Trauma is messy and some people have no memory of their experience and some have it burned into their souls. How do they both reach a point of healing? I also really wanted to get into the nitty gritty of physical recovery, because no, Eddie wasn’t just ‘shot in the shoulder.’

also

Crash Into You

Sometimes you just need a short and sweet, old fashioned hurt comfort fic with a dose of competence.

did you taking writing risks this year?

The World Is On Fire And No One Can Save Me But You

Not so much as a risk but more like a really difficult story to write from a logistics and emotional view point? It’s about handling a call in the middle of a riot. I wanted to keep the tension at the highest level while having Eddie and Buck navigate being first responders during a very chaotic situation.

do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

Oi. I wanted to write some Eddie backstory at some point. I have an idea but nothing full grown yet.

The Sci-Fusion of Doom fic during hiatus. Think non-stop action, tension and all the h/c in the world as the team fights for their lives. Sound fun?

Maybe some M rated content for once? Lol.

most popular story of the year?

Are You With Me?

This was my most popular by kudos, comments, and bookmarks.

My post Eddie Begins trauma recovery fic while Buck and Eddie navigate their new relationship. It’s a whole journey toward healing with bumps in the road and trial and error.

story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion

Buddha's Arrow (I guess? just based on stats)

Buck helping Eddie learn how to cope with chronic pain. You don’t get shot four times (over the years) and not have issues. I think Buck knows a bit about dealing with chronic pain and helps Eddie navigate that road. It was my least kudo/ed commented fic, but it could just touch too close for home for some readers.

most fun story to write

Alone In The Dark With You

I had so much fun trapping Buck and Eddie in a cave-in. :)

most unintentionally telling story

Are You With Me?

I don’t shy away from mental health issues and try to include techniques I’ve learned from my own continuing journey.

biggest disappointment

I don’t think I have any. I’ll take the opportunity to say that I’m always eager to see reader reactions, it does so much for the author. Support your content creators if you can! Help fuel the Muse for future work.

biggest surprise

Alone In The Dark With You

I guess I should not be surprised but I am delighted at the response to this fic. Then again, it IS Buck and Eddie trying to survive being trapped underground so I get the appeal :)

my favourite part of fandom this year

Fandom brings me joy. I’m so happy to have people to interact with to share ideas, get excited with, read and enjoy art. Let’s keep encouraging and supporting one another. Life is tough. Fandom and fandom creativity can provide moments and hours of joy.

#2021 fanfic #buddie fic #kristen999writes #my year in review

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saja-star · 4 years ago

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I know it's been a hot minute since you wrote it, but At The Bottom of the Bay is a fandom favorite fic of mine! 1, 3, 4, 9, and 11?

I am going to answer these in the order of easiest to hardest.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Nope, not in the slightest. I couldn’t get the movie out of my head, sat down at my computer with very little idea of what I was going to write, and typed the whole thing out straight through. I spent a couple hours editing, but no major revisions. That was a wonderful surprise for me since everything I’d ever written before had been meticulously planned out and revised many times. I didn’t think I was capable of spontaneous writing and this small success really changed the way I’ve approached writing ever since.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

You let me win those fights, Eddie objected.

BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, it agreed.

I’m not sure if this really counts because what I like most about it is the speech tag, agreed. My favorite author, Megan Whalen Turner, has this way of writing dialogue that is rife with nuance and implication and I-know-that-you-know and coded messages and lightning quick banter and it’s all delightful, but one of my favorite dialogue techniques from her is the use of unexpected speech tags to add extra layers to a line of dialogue. Like a statement that on the surface seems unrelated to the previous statement is followed by a speech tag like “agreed” or “argued” and suddenly you see that these seemingly random unconnected statements are really an intense negotiation or a lover’s spat. I have not reached that level of mastery (rip) but I really like re-reading this line of dialogue years after I wrote it and immediately recognizing MWT’s fingerprints on my work, which was completely unconscious at the time. And I do think the speech tag here adds nuance to the line in a gentle and economical way.

Also: in a conversation that’s very solution-oriented and focused on clarity, this is a rare line where one really expresses feelings toward the other. Venom wants to figure this out because it cares about Eddie, not just because it’s afraid to lose a host. Maybe that could have been communicated better in the fic, idk, but I kind of like that it’s subtle, just a simple statement, with all that it entails.

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I was kind of frustrated with a lot of writing projects that had gone nowhere. I’d found that I loved writing dialogue, but hated constructing plots and getting the characters from point A to point B. When I wrote this, I had never published fanfic before and I didn’t plan to. It was very much just a “get it out of my head so I can move on” sort of thing. So I gave myself permission to just write dialogue and handwave away the rest, and at the end I found it was maybe the first thing I’d ever written that I was really happy with.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

I always try to resist ragging on myself in these ask memes because I feel like taking some pride in your work is kinda the point but I really don’t like the narration in this fic. I feel like my dialogue style has stayed pretty similar but my narrative style has gotten way better and it all sounds kinda clumsy and childish in retrospect. If I had to pick a favorite line I guess it would be:

It reminded him of the tediousness of wrapping presents that the recipient would just tear open anyway. It reminded him of surprise parties, and sudden hugs, and secretly doing someone’s chores for them before they got home from work.

I am such a sucker for polysyndeton and asyndeton. I know I probably overuse them but they just! sound! so! good! Polysyndeton or asyndeton where the first two items are short and the third one is long? Chef’s kiss.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

The concepts! This was a very concept-driven fic, where I had some Ideas about how the bond would work mentally, what Venom could do physically, and how their dynamic would play out psychologically--but no story per se. So this fic is mostly just me throwing headcanons down onto the page one after another, vaguely linked together by context, and as a vehicle for headcanons I think it works rather well :P

#bakageta

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jane-fucking-seymour · 5 years ago

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Slander, Libel and Blasphemy

I owed @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts a fic SK here y’all go

Jane was told not to read this article.

That’s exactly what Katherine had said to her, having stormed into Cathy’s room the night before, angrily yelling about things that Jane couldn’t really hear thanks to the other sounds of the flat and surrounding area. She did, however, hear “how could they say that about Edward?,” which made Jane more than curious about what was going on.

She had tried to talk to Kat about it, but the girl refused to say anything, winded from her yelling at Cathy. Instead, she had asked to go downstairs, to be excused from the conversation. Jane obviously let her, though it did not quell her worry.

Later that night, Katherine had “wandered” into the living room, curled up to Jane, and went on and on about how brilliant Edward was, how he reminded Kat of Jane, of how she can see his mother in him now that she’s met her.

It’s all but confirmed that she needed to find whatever Katherine had read.

She goes to her number one suspect: Catherine Parr. Before she even opens her mouth, Cathy gives her a sympathetic smile and a magazine.

“Page 74,” Cathy says. “I won’t deny you knowledge, but...” she frowns. “It’s rough. And, from my personal experience, I can say that she’s wrong.”

[[MORE]]

Jane simply nods silently and moves away, back to the living room, where it was safe from Katherine’s observant gaze and away from anyone that could possibly hear her, if she kept her voice down at least.

She takes a deep breath, opens the page to 74, and her heart instantly shatters.

The title:

“Edward Could Have Been Worse Than His Father If He Had Lived Long Enough”

Jane sucks in a deep breath, tears already starting to form. She reads word after word, paragraph after paragraph, the details of the argument fueling a rage inside of her that she hasn’t felt since back then.

They call him cold and heartless.

They call him strict and emotionless.

They don’t call him her son.

It’s like she’s reading about some other boy, about someone that truly isn’t Edward. How could they vilify him so much? He was just a boy, he died so early, and people had the gall to still desecrate his name and image centuries after his last breath.

Was he truly to be the villain if he lived longer?

Had she failed as a mother in more ways than she originally anticipated?

What did this mean?

Before she realized what she was doing, Jane was on her feet, moving upstairs. She moved past Anne’s room, past Anna’s, past Cathy’s and Katherine’s and her own, straight to...

“Jane?”

The sleep in Catherine of Aragon’s voice made it clear that Jane’s sudden barging in had woken her up. Maria, who had been visiting overnight, sat up from her side of the bed with a curious look.

“Jane, what’s wrong? It’s 2 AM-“ Catherine starts, looking at the clock, but her attention is immediately diverted to the article that Jane thrusts in front of her.

Catherine turns on the nightstand, wincing at the light, before she looks down at the magazine. Maria reads over her shoulder, gaze going from curious to angry to sympathy.

“Oh, Jane-“

“They said he would have been a monster,” Jane growls out with anger she hasn’t expressed in decades. “They said he would have turned.... h-he would have turned out like him. Like Henry.”

“He wouldn’t have, Jane,” Catherine tries, but Jane is seeing red, a rare display of raw emotion from the third queen.

“Do they even know what they’re doing when they write this shite?” Jane asks, voice a harsh whisper. “Do they understand that he was a child, that’s what he is. He wasn’t even a young adult when he died, he was a child. And they just... they try to murder his reputation for what?” She shakes her head, shaking with anger. “They take my boy and they make him-“

“Into a monster,” Catherine finishes the sentence. Jane stops and turns to half-face Catherine. Maria has gently hugged the girl from behind, but even in the pale moonlight Jane can tell that no tears will be shed by the first. “I can relate to that. Then turning your child into a monster.”

It suddenly strikes Jane why she came here in the first place.

It calms Jane down a bit, starting to catch her breath. “I didn’t-“

“I know,” Catherine says, understanding and soft. “I know. But I think you also did know, in a way. I think you understood.”

Jane looks away in shame, and Catherine chuckles.

“So theyre trying to push this narrative on little Eddie, huh?” Catherine asks, tone a bit more playful and amused than it probably should be. “He was brilliant, from what I heard from Cathy.”

“He was,” Jane says, tone resolute. “He absolutely was. And he would have been if he hadn’t-“

“He had Cathy,” Catherine replies, giving the magazine to Maria to read through fully. “He wouldn’t have. He loved her.”

Jane nods. “Like she was his mother, yeah.”

A moment of silence, then Jane continues.

“I don’t blame him. Cathy is... and incredible woman.”

“She is,” Catherine agrees. “And she raised him well, when you couldn’t. Same with Elizabeth, same with my Mary.”

Catherine gently stands, moving to Jane and pulling her into a hug.

“It’s okay, love. They’re going to do this regardless of what we do. It will be okay.”

“It all sounds like a fanfic or something,” Maria mumbles, which gets Jane’s confused attention.

“A what?”

“What Maria is trying to say,” Catherine butts in, “is that this is all someone’s theory. That it’s not something that people actually believe, it’s just something that someone’s made up.”

“Which means the narrative hasn’t set in yet,” Maria says. “You don’t have centuries of so-called “history” to dismantle. You’ve got a few theories and short stories to debunk.”

“It’s a good thing,” Catherine assures. “People are already on your side. If you’d like, tomorrow, we can draw up a plan on how to respond.” Catherine smiles, gently pulling back to fix up Jane’s hair and grabs a tissue to dry Jane’s eyes. “I’m sure Cathy and the others would love to pitch in. Most of them knew him, too, after all, and Anne has Elizabeth’s account from the history books. It’s human.” Catherine leans forward, kissing Jane’s head. “And I’m sure it will be enough. With all of us together taking on this rather new theory... I’m sure we can nip it in the bud.”

Jane smiles at that, relief clear on her face. “I... thank you, Catherine. Thank you so much.”

The Spanish Queen smiles and nods, gently leading Jane not to her own room, but to Katherine’s.

“Go on then, Kat is a good cuddle and I’m sure you could use some,” Catherine quips, smiling as Jane gets as close to Kat as possible, tucking both of them in. Katherine, in her sleep, mumbles something and curls into Jane more. Jane chuckles, smoothing out Kat’s hair as she gets comfortable.

Catherine steps out of the room, leaving the duo to their slumber, and quietly returns to her own room, where Maria was still reading.

“This is rubbish,” Maria mumbles as Catherine moves into the bed. “It’s the same author as the one that wrote that hit piece on Mary the other day.”

“It wasn’t really,” Catherine says with a sigh. “That was far more factual. She didn’t put in her thoughts until the end, and I think she made some good points. Whatever drivel she wrote about Edward, though, is just... well, I don’t know what else to call it but rubbish.”

Maria nods, tossing the magazine onto the floor and letting Catherine curl up.

“We’ll make sure it doesn’t get farther than it is,” Catherine says with a nod. “I’ve no doubt in my mind that this will all be sorted once we get everyone together in the morning.”

Maria nods. “You’re a very good person, Catalina.”

Catherine chuckles. “He doesn’t deserve to be fed to the wolves. He was a child. And, if I’m being honest... I don’t know if my Mary would agree with me, but I don’t want Edwards legacy to be tarnished more than it has been.”

Maria sighs, murmuring in Spanish, and Catherine has to laugh before she simply burrows her head in the crook of Maria’s neck.

“Quiet you,” Catherine quips. “Bedtime, or I’m kicking you back to the living room.”

“Can’t believe you thought I was going to sleep on the couch after a full day of dealing with the cousin’s antics,” Maria mumbles, but she settles and Catherine soon falls into a light sleep.

She dreams of Mary. Of what could have been.

Of how she didn’t have the chance Jane currently does.

Of how, tomorrow, she will change that.

#six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfic #six fanfiction

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fic-rec-s · 5 years ago

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Reddie Fics

New Page, Same Old Book- He thought he’d hidden these feelings from himself, stowed them away in some dark corner and learned not to think about it. But the second Eddie peeked in from around the corner at the Jade and looked at Richie with those big, limpid pools of Christmas Orphan meets Bambi, and started rambling about gluten and cashews, it all came flooding back into focus. Richie has loved Eddie so long that it’s become an ache that goes beyond reason. (10/10, my favorite Reddie fic! Fix-it, I seriously love this fic)

Hit me baby one more time- Richie reaches up a shaking hand and puts it on Eddie’s stomach. “Uhhh,” Eddie says. “Is this a bit? Is this a really inopportune bit? ‘Cause I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Richie, but this is kind of an important moment-“ “What the fuck,” Richie says, not for the first or last time, and lurches forwards to hug him. (Or, Richie gets stuck in a time loop.) (10/10, another fav!! Richie gets stuck in a loop and sees Eddie die over and over again, angst w a happy ending!)

Keep talking. I’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice- Eddie makes another noise, not quite a scream but not anything else either. Stan drops his hand. “Hey, Eddie,” he says. “Welcome to the peanut gallery. I wrote you a letter, but I guess you won’t get it now.” (Or, Eddie and Stan stick around as ghosts after they die. Unable to make themselves known to the other Losers, they have to find other ways to communicate.) (9.5/10, Fix-it fic that includes Stan! Realistically Grieving Richie)

Sweet as cherry wine- “Can I come in?” Eddie asks, teeth chattering. He’s soaked to the bone, a cornflower blue polo clinging to his small shoulders. It’s the only thing he’s wearing besides a pair of khakis that are also soaked through. Richie is suddenly very sober. “Eds?” or: Eddie leaves Myra and shows up at Richie's door. (9.5/10, another fav! Fix-it! It’s really good)

Clue(less)-Every person on this sorry planet wakes up on their seventeenth birthday with a soulmate mark somewhere on their body – but it’s not always easy to figure out. It’s not their name, or their first words to you, or even some kind of matching shape. It’s not anything clearly indicative; nothing concrete (at first). No, all this mark gives you is a clue. (8/10 Clueless Eddie and sad Richie)

In the heat of the summer (you’re so different from the rest)- There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked. (or) One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out. (8/10 cute, low key...smutty but it’s good. Fix-it)

Say what you mean (out loud)-Richie can’t help it when something heavy refuses to leave his stomach, something relentless and daunting. He looks at Eddie and can’t help but want, can’t help but need, watching this boy watch the stars and thinking he would be happy to spend the rest of his life just like this, right here standing next to him. Or, Richie realizes he likes Eddie and promptly goes through the five stages of grief. (7/10, cute and short)

Skittles and Soulmates- When both you and your soulmate are sixteen, you're unable to lie to one another. When Richie presses his forehead to Eddie’s and asks, ‘Do you really hate it when I call you Ed’s?’ Eddie lets out an annoyed breath and grumbles out, ‘…No’. (7/10 cute short fluff piece)

but you don’t even like me- Short fluff piece (6/10)

(Last time I did alphabetical so this time I sorted by score!)

This is for the IT Reddie fans that are still active! I miss the fandom so much! Love y’all <3

#Reddie #Richie #Tozier #Eddie #Kaspbrak #Fic Rec #Fic #fic recommendation #fanfiction #fanfic #recommendation #beep beep richie #it 2019 #it #Richie x Eddie #it chapter 2 #fix it #angst #fluff

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softbuckismykink · 5 years ago

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Bulletproof Picasso

Okay I know I posted a AU idea about PresidentialSon!Buck here and I said I’m not gonna write it but I lied. Yes I know I can’t help myself when I saw @promptabuddie‘s post^

This was supposed to be posted like weeks ago but life happens. Also this was supposed to be a short one shot but the fic had a mind of its own.

So here’s the basics you need to know about this AU: Bathena adopts Buck as a baby, Buck is a firefighter, and this fills that^ prompt. The rest you gonna find out in the fic itself. Title is in reference to a song by Train of the same title. Also in my head I re-casted Katrina Law as Lena so I’d write her character with justice; Nothing against Rousey but yeah in my version of Lena Bosko is Katrina Law (cause she’s a badass in both H50 and Arrow) just saying.

Warnings: Long ass exposition; Lots of backstories and Buck being ridiculous(ly adorable); Lena is Eddie’s Partner (Secret Service); Likable!Lena;

x-posted to AO3

Summary: Buck did have a knack for coming up with the most ridiculous excuse. So when the President asked him what the hell was he thinking, his answer was perplexing but at the same time not surprising at all.

“Um so I’m trying out the bulletproof vest?” At the blank stares he is getting Buck continued, “Well and what do you know it works! Really five stars will recommend to my police officer friends!”

Am I made of paper 'Cause I tear so easily Am I made of vapor Because I disappear Do I have to have a reason For anything I feel Just be glad I'm real Glad I'm real Am I real?

Buck was knocked down before he even felt a dull throbbing pain on his chest or heard the loud beating of his heart. They said life would flash before your eyes when you are in the brink of death. He guess that’s true because the second that bullet hit his chest he started thinking of what brought him to this very moment.

Robert “Buck” Evan Nash, Jr. pretty much grew up in the public eye. Being the white grandson of the first black president, Samuel Carter, was quite a headline maker. It didn’t matter that at the time of his grandfather’s tenure that Buck is the only son of the only child of the president, the press loved mentioning that particular distinction.

The press never let him forget that he was adopted, making it seem like he is not really a part of the first family because he is different; and if Buck’s parents, Athena and Bobby, were any less loving Buck would have grown up to resent his circumstances. Fortunately for Buck, his parents loved him so much that it only bothered him as much as the birthmark over his left eyebrow bothered him, which is to say almost never. All because both his parents and grandparents were an over protective bunch. They shielded him from the worst that the media reported.

Evan was adopted as a baby. He’d known that fact since he could remember, even before he knew what the word ‘adopt’ really meant. His adoption was deemed controversial, and was met with a lot of scrutiny, seeing that it happened when his grandfather was seeking re-election. Some thought it was just a publicity stunt to gain support for President Carter, but Bobby and Athena was quick to deny such allegations to anyone who dare brought it up.

His parents Robert “Bobby” Evan Nash, Sr., a firefighter, and Athena Nash, a prosecutor, raised him in a small townhouse in west Virginia in attempt to give him a normal life. Well as normal as possible with 24/7 security and routine trips to the White House to visit his grandparents, or as Buck called them Popo and Gigi.

As a kid Buck acted like a little Bobby Nash, dressing up like a firefighter and playing with his trucks, but no one can deny he’s a Mama’s boy. In every public appearance he has as a little child it’s always him clinging closely and tightly to his Mom, Athena Nash. These public appearances were inevitable but they endured it for years while Samuel Carter ran the arguably most powerful country in the modern world.

After his grandfather left the White House when Buck was six, the Nash family of three live a relatively quiet and normal life. Buck’s mom Athena is still a prominent and well-known prosecutor but his dad Bobby is a simple man and made a living as a firefighter. They moved to the west coast in LA where Bobby have a job as a fire captain in LAFD and Athena as Assistant District Attorney of the LA county. The public appearances significantly lessened but not the scrutiny, well at least not in local circles. But Buck need not worry of it all because his parents are zealous in protecting him against the vultures.

Needless to say Buck grew up relatively happy despite the public scrutiny and the circumstances of his adoption. The only instance he remembered being slightly unhappy was when he was ten and his mom was pregnant with his little sister, May. His Dad and Mom were so happy about the new baby, and at first Buck was happy too. That is until one of the mean kids in his elementary school told him that he should get lost already because his ‘fake’ parents are getting rid of him anyways because they are getting their real kid soon and they won’t need him anymore.

Buck went home upset that day but tried not to let it show. Not that he was successful, looking back Buck was pretty sure his parents knew but let him be knowing or rather hoping he’ll come to them himself when he’s ready to share. Just like how he use to as a little child. But this time it was different, because it was the first time some one implied his loving parents, the only ones he’s ever known were not his real ones, that he is not their ‘real’ kid.

So he kept it to himself. He cried himself to sleep only to wake up in the middle of the night. It was when he decided that he had to leave. So Buck wrote a letter to his parents and had his favorite backpack filled with his favorite comics and pop tarts and a bottle of water. He left the goodbye letter to his parents on their fridge. Then he sneak out in the early morning while his parents were asleep.

Dear Mama and Dad Mr. and Mrs. Nash Bobby and Athena,

I want to say thank you for taking care of me and feeding me and giving me a home to stay at. I know I’m not your real kid and I [apriciate] that you [taked] me in like I’m your real kid. I’m really glad you are [finaly] getting your real baby. She is so lucky to have you both. I’ll always love you both. I’ll miss you. But don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay.

Love,

Robert Evan Nash

Buck doesn’t remember much about what happened after sneaking out or how he got to his Uncle Micheal’s house but he remembered sitting in his uncle’s living room when his parents finally found him.

“Robert Evan Nash, Junior!” Buck heard his mom’s stern voice before she even saw her. When he did see her the fist thing she did was hug him so tight. Then pulled away trying to inspect him, for what, Buck couldn’t really tell.

“You had us worried kiddo.” Bucked looked up when he heard his father’s voice noticing the slight frown in the man’s face.

“Don’t you ever run away again, young man, or it’ll be your last!”

“I’m-- Look Ma-- I mean look Athena, Bobby--” Buck started as he pulls away from his mother’s embrace.

“Wait, Bobby, tell me we did not just hear our son call us by our first names?!”

“Don’t call me your son, I’m not your son!” Buck protested in anger which quickly melted once he noticed the devastated look on his parents faces. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes.“You are gonna have your real kid really soon. You guys should focus on her. You don’t need me anymore.”

“And what you think just because we are having ‘our real kid’ we are just gonna forget about that kid we spent a decade loving?! It doesn’t work that way, Evie.”

“I--”

“Son, just because we are having another child doesn’t mean we’ll forget about you. It doesn’t mean we love you any less.”

“It breaks our hearts to think you feel that way. Your father and I love you so much, Evan.”

“You don’t need to leave us because you are afraid we’ll be leaving you behind, because your mother and I, we’ll always be here with you, no matter what.”

“Now you stop this nonsense about you not being our real son okay. Just because I didn’t give birth to you doesn’t make you any less our real child than this one does.” His mother said holding on to her pregnancy bump as she does.

“Your mom is right. You are not any less our son, just like May isn’t any less my daughter because I didn’t father her.”

Evan didn’t understand back then what they meant about that last part. Eventually though they explained to him how his Dad, Bobby, is sterile and so they had to ask Uncle Micheal to be their sperm donor and his Uncle Micheal was May’s biological father. And that doesn’t make his Dad, Bobby any less than May’s real Dad, because he is.

When six years later his parents decided to have another child, this time it was Buck who dealt with his little sister’s feeling of jealousy. He told her what his parents told him six years ago, “May, just because Mama and Dad are having Harry doesn’t mean they love us any less okay?”

“If you say so Buckaroo...”

“I say so, May-bear.” Buck beamed at his little sister, and hugged her tight to reassure her. “Now Popo, Gigi and the troops are gonna be here real soon and you know how Gigi gets, so why don’t you help me clean up and prepare the guest rooms huh?”

Buck was 17 when Harry was born, and unlike May’s birth which his parents surprisingly kept under the radar, Harry’s birth was anything but quiet. It seemed like the whole of America was tuned in to the birth of former President Carter’s grandson. Their family was once again on the forefront of national news. His mom cleverly turned that attention away from their private lives and to her campaigns for issues she deemed necessary to talk about like women’s reproductive rights.

It didn’t take long for Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee to take notice and approach Athena to run for congress. Slowly but surely, Evan’s mom’s popularity grew. Her transition from prosecutor to politician seemed to happen quickly. It took less than ten years before Athena’s running a national campaign.

As his mother fame grew, Buck tried to find his own way in the world. Growing up with Bobby and Athena as his model for success, he knew he’d like to be like them and help people, but in his own way. So Buck traveled around in search of himself. He spent most of his early twenties journeying through South America, doing odd jobs here and there to support himself. For the most part he enjoyed it more than he think he’d enjoy a traditional college experience. He knew though that eventually he have to go back home.

On Buck’s twenty sixth birthday, the first birthday he spent back home with family in the last four years, he announced his plans for the future. They gathered in his grandparent’s place in west Virginia since Popo and Gigi are the ones taking care of Harry and May while Bobby and Athena are going round the country in preparation for his mother’s campaign. The elections won’t happen for another three years in 2020 but his parents are going around to amass support.

“So Ma, and Dad, Popo, and Gigi, May, Harry,” Evan looked at each one of them before announcing “I um, I’ve decided to finally stay stateside permanently this time.”

“That’s great Buck!” Harry beamed. “Finally, we get to see you more.”

“You see me every Thanksgiving, Christmas, and you guys birthdays, that’s like eight times a year.”

“Exactly 8 out of 365. That’s just about 2% of the year.” May argued, pouting at her older brother. “And we never see you on your birthday, Buck.”

“Well I’m here and it’s my birthday so I think--”

“Oh you know what I meant.”

“Yeah I do.” Evan grinned at her. “I just like pointing out your mistakes in logic-”

“Your face is a mistake in logic-”

“Robert Evan! May Ann!”

“But Mama~ Buck started it.” May whined but at her mother’s threatening glare she stopped and glared at her older brother instead, said older brother of course just grinned in triumph at being able to annoy his little sister.

Athena just rolled her eyes at her kids’ antics. Bobby was quick to pick the conversation back up though.

“What are your plans then, son?” Bobby asked. “You want to join me and your Ma? You can help with the campaign, appeal to the young voters.”

“I’d be glad to help with the campaign in anyway I can but I was actually thinking of doing something else.”

“Well what is it that you want to do?” Beatrice prompted and asked when he noticed Evan hesitated on telling them.

“You know you can tell us,” Samuel prodded. “Short of anything criminal, we’ll support whatever it is.”

“Um I want to be a firefighter like Dad, so I’m thinking of completing a fire science degree, I have almost all the general education credits already so I’m thinking that and the fire academy after.”

“Well that’s a good plan.” Bobby approved, smiling at his son, “You moving back to LA then? Cause I just need to tell Carla so the house would be ready for you to move back in.”

“Well actually, um I’m planning to move to Austin.”

“Like Texas?” Buck’s grandpa asked.

“Not like Texas, Popo. In Texas.” Evan said cheekily.

“You don’t even know anyone in Texas, sweetie.” Gigi piped up showing her concern and disbelief. “Where will you even live?”

“Yes I do, Gigi. Remember Carlos, Dad?” Buck asked but didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “His family moved in Austin like years ago.”

“Who’s Carlos?” his little brother asked.

“Um you don’t know him, Harry. I don’t think even May does. He was my best friend in elementary. Dad and Carlos’ mom used to work together at 118.”

“Carlos? Juanita Reyes’ kid?” His Dad asked finally catching on and remembering the little boy who always tags along with his son after school. “That Carlos?”

“Yes, Dad. We reconnected when we met each other again in Chile. He was visiting family.”

“Oh is he the little boy you used to have a crush on when you were a ten?”

“GIGI!” Evan loudly protested. “I did not-- I never--”

“Oh, don’t deny it now, Robert Evan Reyes.” His mom jokingly chided. “You use to practice signing your name that way.”

“I did not!” Buck protested cheeks blushing. At his mom’s raised Eyebrow of Disbelief ™ he pouted and asked, “How did you even-”

“I know because your dad was so upset. I mean not his regular pissed off I’m gonna punch something upset but baking three different pastries at three o’clock in the morning upset. So I thought it was really something serious. But turns out he found your notebook filled with the name Robert Evan Reyes.” Athena told her story barely suppressing a laugh while she does so. “It was a few months after your disappearing act, and your dad thought you still aren’t convinced enough that we love you and that you wanted nothing to do with us, and that’s why you wanted to change your last name. I had to calm him down explain to him about puppy love and crushes and dream weddings.”

“In my defense,” his dad went on to add, “I never thought about changing my name to my crush’s name when I was a kid so it never occurred to me that it was about Buck’s crush on the boy.”

“Wait Buck, is Carlos your boyfriend now?” Harry asked. “Is that why you’re moving with him instead of with us at Popo’s?”

“No, Carlos is not my boyfriend. He’s a police officer at Austin PD.”

“What does being a cop have to do with a guy being your boyfriend?” May asked challengingly. “Are you saying you wouldn’t date him because he’s a cop? Isn’t that taking the firefighter vs cop rivalry too far?”

“I didn’t mean anything like that. I’m just saying that he isn’t my boyfriend. And that he is a cop. Two different things that are allowed to be unrelated.”

“Sure, they are allowed but you know what isn’t?” Gigi asked, not waiting for a reply before answering her own question. “Lying at this dinner table. I know we never really talked about this but you know me and Popo or your parents don’t care that he’s a guy. We all support gay marriage.”

“Mom!” Athena glared at her mother knowing where she’s trying to take the conversation. “That’s inappropriate.”

“It’s true!”

“That doesn’t make it r--” But whatever Athena was about to say was interrupted by her dad trying to change the conversation.

“Beatrice, don’t you think Buck is too young to think about marriage?”

“No I think not, Samuel.” Beatrice said not allowing her husband to change their topic, leaving Athena to roll her eyes at her and huff while her mom continued to argue her point, “Bobby and Athena were at Buck’s age now when they had him, and they were married for three years before that. Plus you and me are not getting any younger. I’d like to have seen at least one of my great-grandchildren before I go.”

“Okay can everyone please calm down.” Buck shook his head at the adults in the table. “Carlos isn’t my boyfriend anyway so this whole conversation is pointless.”

“So if you are not moving to Texas because of this Carlos guy, why chose Texas at all? If your goal is to be a firefighter, isn’t LA a much better choice?”

“Oh I don’t think Buck would willingly move back to LA, Gigi.” May casually commented.

“And why is that?”

“Well duh, Abby lives there.” Harry answered cheekily, which earned him a glare from his older brother.

“Abby?” Athena voiced the question all the adults in the table seemed to be thinking. Buck looked at his younger siblings, gesturing for them to shut their mouths, hand slashing on the side of his throat.

“Wait Buck, didn’t you ever tell mama and dad about dating Abby Clark?” May asked totally ignoring the non-verbal hints her brother was conveying.

“Clark? Like your high school swim coach, Clark?” Bobby asked remembering his son’s swim coach has the same last name. “I didn’t know Miss Clark has a daughter.”

“It’s not her daug-”

“Her niece perhaps then?”

“Not her niece-”

“No, don’t tell me...” Athena trailed off finally realizing what her oldest trying to tell them, “Robert Evan Nash, Junior!”

“Mama!” Evan parried back with equal fervor. “This is why I never told you guys, I knew you’d be upset!”

“Of course I am upset! That lady is two decades older than you!”

“17 years is not two decades, Ma.” Buck tried to reason.

“You are not really helping your case, son.” Bobby shook his head.

“She was older and in a position of power, Evan. Clearly she used that to take advantage of you.”

“Nothing happened when she was my coach, Ma. It happened after I graduated. I was eighteen, we were together for like six months. I loved her. Or I thought I loved her but she realized she didn’t have time for a relationship. Not with an immature boy and not with her having to take care of her mom. I understood that. Or I told myself I did. We broke up and that’s-”

“When you started running away from your family.” Athena finished his sentence, as her frown deepens.

“I’m not running away from you guys! I’m trying to find myself!”

“In freaking South America!”

“It’s not because of her, Ma!” Buck argued.

“Oh really?!” Athena raised her Eyebrow of Disbelief™ and Buck has no choice but to capitulate.

“Okay, maybe a little,” Buck said but continued to argue his point, “though you can’t deny that it’s a journey I need at that time, regardless of what led to it. Besides I’m back now, this whole conversation about Abby is a moot point, just like the conversation about Carlos.”

“Okay, I say we table this conversation and talk about something else.” Bobby said.

“Oh can we talk about the time Buck um...” Harry trailed off at his older brothers glare before returning it with a mischievous grin, “You know that time he snuck a girl to 118 and stole the ladder truck.”

“Robert Evan Nash Junior!”

“Really you’d think it’s gang-up-on-me-day not my birthday.” Evan grumbled and pouted at them. “I really hate you guys. It’s no wonder I tried to runaway when I was ten.”

“Oh you love us.”

“Yeah, Mama, I do.”

Buck did as he intended, and moved to Austin. He rented the extra room at Carlos’ parent’s house. It used to be a detached garage that they had converted into a studio apartment. He finished his fire science degree in eighteen months and immediately started at his firefighter training. All too soon he was graduating at the fire academy, top of his class.

Evan was just done with his first year of probation at Station 126 when his mother ran and won the democratic primaries. It was a hectic few months between the primaries and the November elections. Buck spent the time he was’t working traveling all over Texas and nearby states campaigning for his Mom. It was tiring but it was all worth it especially when it was announced that his mom won 29 of the 38 electoral votes in the state turning Texas, a republican stronghold since the 80′s, back to a blue state.

He was happy for her because he knows his mom worked hard for it. In turn his family was happy for him for now being a full-pledged firefighter. Every thing was going well for all of them. Especially when his mom unsurprisingly won the elections.

However there is the small issue of having secret service protection conflicting with Buck being able to do his job. He wasn’t too worried though because he figured as an adult son of the president, he could always decline secret service protection. His mom would understand and not force it on him.

Buck didn’t count on how overprotective his dad can be though.

He was glad to finally be home in his apartment in Austin. Three hours of flight from DC to Austin, not to mention the two months spent in campaign tours, exhausted him. He was glad for his mother’s triumph but at the same time he was also glad that the campaign is over and he could go back to his real life. Or so he thought.

After grabbing dinner with Carlos and TK, who picked him up from the airport, Buck was letting himself into his apartment. There was a commotion behind the door which makes Buck suspicious enough that he was about to call Carlos back for backup, only for his front door to open and reveal a unbearably handsome man wearing a cheap black suit, unbearable because no man should be allowed to look that good in a cheap suit especially when that man is clearly invading Buck’s privacy and likely stealing things or something.

“Who the fuck--”

“Evan, language!” his father scolded, appearing behind the good-looking cheap suit guy who stepped aside to let him in the apartment.

“Dad what are you doing here?” Buck asked confused since he knew five hours ago the man was just saying goodbye to him at a private airfield in DC. It took him a moment to realize that the man that he thought was too good looking to be a thief or hoodlum was actually a secret service agent assigned to his Dad.

“I thought Agent Kinard and Perez would be your assigned agents?”

“They are, Tommy is doing a perimeter sweep, Armie went on a food run.”

“So what’s with the new guy then?”

“Buck meet Agent Eddie Diaz.” At the introduction the handsome agent held his hand out for Buck to shake which he automatically reached for, and if Buck felt a tingle ran through him the moment they touch, he didn’t bother acknowledging it since he is too busy frowning at the situation he is finding himself in. Buck is quite sure he wouldn’t like whatever his father is gonna say, “Agent Diaz will be the point man of your security detail. There’s another Agent, Josh Russo, who’s with Tommy doing a perimeter sweep.”

“Dad I told Ma already, no secret service. I can’t do my job with some men in black following me around!”

“Which is why I had carefully chosen agents who would be able to back you up in the field. Agent Diaz served as a Medic in the Army. Agent Bosko who’ll be arriving tomorrow, served in the Navy as Damage Control. And Agent Russo, was former SWAT and has experience in rescue operations. Those jobs would transition well into a firefighting.”

“Dad, I can’t just show up to work go to the Captain and say, hey Cap mind if I bring three tag-a-longs? Don’t worry they are house-trained and all! It doesn’t work that way, Dad!”

“I’ve already talked to the Fire Chief Mulaney and your station’s captain, Owen Strand. They agreed to have one of the agents with you on the field, they would go undercover as part-time hires, and would be assigned to partner up with you. They’ll do 48-hour rotation with you. I had Agent Diaz prepare a schedule to give to your Chief and another to your fire captain.”

“But Dad!”

“No buts, Buck!” Bobby said just as loudly, showing the extent of his worry for his oldest. “We’re just taking your threat profile seriously, son. You are the only one in our family not living in the White House, which means you are the most vulnerable to malicious attacks against your mother. With your job they can even make it look like an accident. I can’t just leave you unprotected. Your mom and I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, so please don’t fight me on this, son.”

Buck hated that he can’t say no to his Dad. Robert Nash, Sr has always been the overprotective sort. But he’s never one to beg, not until now. Because reality is that Buck is old enough to decline the secret service protection, whether his parents liked it or not. So his dad played dirty and begged, and Buck couldn’t ever say no to that, not when it comes from the man that raised him and loved him unconditionally.

First few calls he went with Agent Diaz were medical calls and while it’s slightly irritating specially when the Agent would somehow it was bearable. Besides TK, whose the Captain’s son and Carlos, Buck’s best friend, no one knew that the three new hire at 126 where undercover Secret service agents assigned to protect Buck. Well no one officially knew but Buck guessed that no one was fooled about who the new hires really were. It’s just no one talked about it.

He’s getting used to having one of the agents always around. Bosko is always sarcastic, Russo is chatty and flirty, and that Diaz is quiet and gloomy. They are not too bad. But it didn’t mean that Buck liked them. In fact one could definitely argue that he hated them, or rather specifically Diaz. With a strength of a raging fire, one could say. The man is just annoyingly controlling, in that it gets to Buck’s nerves.

It came to head when they got a call about a house fire in the ghetto area in Austin, and what turned out to be part of a gang war. They put out the fire pretty quickly but one of the injured gang member has an unexploded grenade embedded to his thigh. They secured the injured young man, who is probably no older than sixteen, in the back of an ambulance but soon discovered that the grenade is some special Vietnam war era grenade and is already missing a pin, hence the slightest movement can and will trigger an explosion. There’s no time to wait for the military expert which is at least 30 minutes out.

“We couldn’t wait for the Bomb squad or the boy would bleed out.” Diaz informed the captain and suggested, “I could go in and securely pull it out, I have the training.”

“I’ll go with Eddie,” Buck volunteered.

“Oka-” the captain was about to agree but was cut off.

“No.” The agent simply said tone commanding no further objection, which Buck of course completely ignored.

“What do you mean no?” Buck challenged.

“I’m gonna have to pull rank Captain Owens.” Diaz said letting the captain know that he isn’t gonna budge on his decision and how he expected things to go. “I would go inside and get that grenade but I wont have Buck with me when I do. It’s too dangerous. Russo is on his way to help with crowd control.” He said the last four words deliberately which Buck understood as code for Russo is there to help with babysitting Buck.

And sure enough Agent Josh Russo arrived in his turnout gear ready to partner up with Buck even when he is not originally part of the crew that answered the call.

“Okay, I’m not gonna waste anymore minute debating this.” Captain Strand shook his head before turning to the rest of his crew, “Anyone else not named Evan Nash willing to go through the hare-brained stunt that Diaz here likes to attempt?”

“Me Cap,” Judd raised his hand to call the captain’s attention to him, “I’ll go with Diaz.”

“Okay Ryder you, run with Diaz!” Strand nodded to his second in command, before turning to the President’s son, “Buck you stay here with Russo, help deal with the crowd!”

Buck silently fumed as they wrapped up at the scene and debriefed the police.

“You!” Buck exclaimed the moment they were all in the fire truck on their way back. It was only him, Cap, Russo and Diaz riding with TK driving the truck, so Buck didn’t bother hiding his anger as he turned to the annoying agent, “What the hell is that?!”

“What?”

“The fucking stunt you pulled with Cap?!”

“Oh you meant me doing my job?” Eddie said dismissing Buck’s anger like it’s irrelevant inconvenience, “You forget that I’m not actually a firefighter, Mr. Nash. I’m a federal agent assigned to keep you alive.”

And Buck has no retort for that but if that’s how the agent want to play it, then Buck would play. So whenever the opportunity to be reckless presents itself Buck would grab it. From free climbing on the side of a cliff with minimal gears, to being the first to every door without waiting for backup. Buck is doing everything to make it hard for Diaz to do his job.

It’s clearly frustrating the Agent every time Buck is being reckless but he’s being mum about it. He endures and backs up what ever hare-brained stunt Buck wanted to pull. That is until Buck took it too far and actually defied a direct order from Captain Owens.

They just responded to a call regarding an old McMansion on fire. When they got there the owners of the house told them that their blind older brother was stuck inside but they couldn’t go in because they didn’t know if their brother deactivated the traps which they said are deadly.

Buck, of course rushed in as soon as they got the brief not even bothering to wait for Captain’s order and also ignoring the summons to fall back insisting that he got it.

“What the hell is that?!” Eddie shouted as soon as Buck got out of the booby trapped house that’s now entirely on fire. Fire carrying the victim he saved and handing him off to the paramedics.

“That’s me doing my job, Diaz!”

“You want to be reckless?! Do you actually have a death wish?! IS that it?! You want to fucking die?”

“And what is it to you huh?!”

“Dying is easy Buck, living is harder.”

“And why are you telling me this?”

“What you think dying makes you a martyr? A hero?! It doesn’t! It makes you dead! It would make your parents miserable! Your siblings would miss you! And me? I’ll be the schmuck that got you killed so think about that for once.”

Buck was cowed by the uncharacteristic anger displayed by the normally unflappable agent. He realized he was being a brat, that Agent Diaz was only doing his job and while he’s being a reckless brat that could get himself and his crew killed if he continued with the stunts he kept pulling just to annoy the agent. He resolve to make it up with the agent later. But right now Buck allowed himself to wallow in guilt.

Buck felt even more guilty when later at the end of their shift it was the agent who approached him first to apologize.

“Sorry I yelled at you earlier,” Eddie said as he hands out a blueberry muffin and a chocolate-banana muffin, “Here the owner of that burned downed McMansion sent these. I don’t know what flavor you liked.”

“Thanks I actually liked both.” Buck said as he accepted the treats. “Look I’m sorry for being a brat and annoying you with my recklessness.”

“No, I get it okay. You are retaliating because of the stunt I pulled with Captain Strand and the kid with the grenade. I get that. Which is why I let yo do what ever you want, but really you need top stop trying to get yourself killed. If you wanted to annoy me there are other safer ways to do it.”

Buck tamp down on the urge to be sarcastic and ask what those ways are. Instead he offered a reluctant smile and asked, “Okay what about a compromise, I’ll stop being a reckless brat, if you stop being a controlling jackass?”

“What about you stop being a reckless brat and I continue doing my job?” Eddie smirked. And fuck it if Buck didn’t like the way the man looked when he did that. So irritatingly sexy.

Buck’s fucking screwed and not in a fun way.

“Where’s Eddie?” Buck asked as soon as he opened his door and not seeing Agent Diaz as he expected.

“Hello Agent Bosko, how are you doing today? How’s you cat?” Agent Bosko said sarcastically imitating Buck before answering her own question, in a fake overly pleasant voice.“Oh why sir, thanks for asking. I’m fine, Binky is fine.”

“Sorry Agent I didn’t mean to be abrupt but really where is Diaz?”

“He called in today, obviously since I’m here but not that you seem to care.”

“I’m just-- Agent Diaz isn’t one to miss a shift so I was wondering what happened.”

“He has a family emergency, his son is in the hospital, pneumonia.” Agent Bosko explained.

“Is the kid okay?” Buck asked not even bothering to hide his worries.

“Chris is stable but they are keeping him for observation.” Buck wanted to ask more, which Agent Bosko clearly noticed so she graciously offered, “Hey since it’s your day off today, if you wanted we could visit them.”

Buck of course readily agreed, so he quickly changed into and piled into the black SUV. As customary, Buck took the backseat passenger side, another protocol that the agents are unwilling to compromise on.

“So, how’s your cat, Binky is it you said?” Buck tried breaking the awkward silence in the car.

“I don’t have a cat.” Agent Bosko replied smirking at the rearview mirror. “Which is what I’m saying. I mean I know we are not friends or anything but you don’t have to push us away either. I mean, unless something huge happened, at the very least you’d be stuck with us for at least four years, but most likely with how popular your mom’s approval rating, it will be likely eight years. The least you could do is know a little something about us, like for example I don’t have a cat.”

“Okay. You are right, so tell me about you.” Buck said, relenting. And so Lena and him filled the forty-five minute ride to hospital with idle chatter about How Lena got into thee service, Buck’s time in South America, and all the secret service gossip Lena heard about from other agents.

Arriving at the St. Francis Children’s Hospital. Agent Bosko lead him straight to the elevators, obviously knowing where to go. Buck guessed she’d been here before. When “Okay Diaz is on room 310, just go on in I’ll wait here.”

“Agent Diaz,” Buck announced his presence as soon as he entered the room.

“Sir!” Diaz stood up surprised at sudden intrusion.

“At ease, or whatever Navy slang you guys use,” Buck smirked.

“I was in the Army, not Navy.” Buck heard Eddie grumble under his breath but outwardly ignoring it, though inside he is quietly cheering at having annoyed the older man.

“And who do we have here?” Buck smiled at the curly head little boy, sitting in the hospital bed with a nasal cannula helping him breathe.

“Um this is my son, Christopher.”

“You’re Mr. Evan Nash! Best Firefighter out of Firehouse 126! Your mama is President Athena Nash. And your Grandpa is President Samuel Carter.” Christopher recited the facts, amazed but suddenly his face turned serious as he looked to his dad accusingly, “Wait Dad, you said I’m not dying!”

“What?” Eddie asked suddenly alarmed and panicking, “Why son are you feeling weak, or nauseous? Can you breathe? You know what let me get a doc-” Eddie turned to leave but a hand clutched tightly on the sleeve of his shirt. And it broke Buck’s heart to see the tears in the kid’s eyes, he was about to offer to be the one to get the doctor when the boy spoke again, stopping him in his tracks.

“I thought you said I’m not dying so we can’t really submit those Make a- ‘ish forms I fi-filled out but Mr. Evan Nash is he-ere and so I got my wish granted, which means I’m dying.” It took a moment for the kid’s words to sink in but as soon as Buck understood what’s happening he moved to comfort the boy.

“Hey, Hey Buddie don’t cry okay? You are not dying.” Buck said as he sat down on the edge of the kid’s bed and reach out to wipe the young boy’s tears away. “I’m just here to make sure your Dad isn’t playing hooky.”

“Hooky?”

“You know trying to get out of work to do something fun.”

“Is he in trouble now?” The little boy asked giggling at the idea of his father in trouble.

“Well yes! He is, but mostly because he didn’t tell me he’s spending the day with the most awesome kid in all of Austin!”

“Yeah silly daddy, he should have told you, I am the awesomest, Mr. Nash!”

“Tell you what, call me Buck, all my friends call me Buck.”

“Okay, Buck.” The boy beamed at him and Buck can’t help but beam back.

Meeting Eddie’s son endeared the agent more to him. Christopher is unlike any kid he ever met before, and Buck met a lot, having volunteered at Children’s Hospital around the country. It has nothing to do with the kid’s cheery attitude because that quirk isn’t at all unique to Chris. It’s more to do with the almost instant connection he has with Chris. Evan can’t explain it but the moment he met the little boy he felt a tug on a string he didn’t even know was tethered to his heart.

From then on whenever possible, Buck likes to tag along the Diaz Boys. Whenever Buck’s day off coincides with the days that Agent Diaz has to protect him, Buck always insisted that they spent it with Christopher, playing video games. And whenever Buck’s day off coincides with the Agent Diaz’s day off Buck insists on going to the local park or a zoo, dragging both Agents Bosko and Russo with them as additional protection. Which Buck didn’t think is really necessary but Eddie insisted.

In the two months that Eddie Diaz was protecting Buck, Agent Diaz slowly went from the unbearably handsome cheap suit guy, to most annoying and controlling work partner, to someone who Buck wouldn’t hesitate to think of as family.

This realization came to him at a charity gala that him mom invited them to. It was an early evening event and was for once kid-friendly so Buck invited the Diaz boys to attend it with him. Eddie was of course reluctant since he knew that he'll be working as protective detail and wouldn't have time to take care of his son. Buck insisted that he could take care of Christopher plus his little brother and Denny, the Vice President's son, both of whom were around Christopher's age, would be there and it's a good learning experience for Chris. Plus Chris would get to meet the President, and that he already promised Chris he'll tour him around the White house, so really Eddie has no choice.

Buck was looking to where his siblings, Denny and Chris were seated. Then to his Dad having a lively discussion with his Mom, and his grandparents dragging Eddie from his post to ask him Buck don't even have a clue. Seeing both hisDiaz boys fitting so well with his family makes his heart ache. He can't deny it to himself anymore, he sees both Eddie and Chris as family. Buck would really do anything for family, and would protect them at all cost.

So when Buck saw Agent Diaz leaping into action to protect his mother, it’s not even a conscious decision for him to leap in front of them both and push them down. It’s such automatic reflex that he didn’t even realized he moved at all until he felt something hit the wide lapel of his suit. The force of the hit knocking him off his feet.

Bright flashes lights brought Buck to the consciousness. He could feel a dull aching on his chest. Slowly but surely he regained enough awareness to recognize Agent Diaz hovering over him and talking on his earpiece.

“Picasso is down. I repeat Picasso is down I need an immediate med evac--”

#buddie #but only a hint #Bathena #bathena adopts buck

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takaraphoenix · 6 years ago

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1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

The first I got involved in? Not wrote, but just... involved. Mh. It’s gotta be One Piece, that’s where I discovered fanart and fanfiction for the first time. First fic I ever read was some self-insert love-triangle between a Mary-Sue and Luffy and Ace and I absolutely loved it because the mere fact that here, for free, I just got to read about my favorite characters and my favorite anime was absolutely mindblowing.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Holy effing shit this one alone will take A LONG TIME. Okay. Cutting this short to actually involved in, as in I actively read or wrote in that fandom, not every time a ship caught my fancy. And only one OTP per fandom, the top OTP.

Also, alphabetical order.

Ace of Diamond: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

Arrowverse: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Avatar - Legend of Korra: Iroh II/Bolin (I never really got into TLA when it came to fanfiction)

Ben 10: Rook Blonko/Ben Tennyson (HIGHLY UNTERRATED SHIP!)

Beyblade: Yuriy Iwanov/Rei Kon (my second-ever fandom where I actually got active as a writer! ;^;)

Card Captor Sakura: Spinel Sun/Keroberos

Charmed: Cole Turner/Phoebe Halliwell

Chicago Fire: Kelly Severide/Matt Casey

Danny Phantom: Danny Phantom/Danny Fenton (...and here, you can see exhibit A as to how I got into selfcest)

Death Note: Yagami Light/L

Descendants: Prince Pen/Carlos de Vil

Detective Conan: Kuroba Kaito/Kudou Shinichi

Digimon: Motomiya Daisuke/Takaishi Takeru

Dragon Prince: Soren/Callum

Entourage: Ariel Gold/Eric Murphy

Eureka: Nathan Stark/Jack Carter

Fairy Tail: Loke/Lucy Heartfilia (it’s my OTP, but it’s not the ship I was reading xD)

Fast and the Furious: Dominic Toretto/Brian O’Conner

Free!: Yamazaki Sousuke/Nanase Haruka

Glee: David Karofsky/Kurt Hummel/Noah Puckerman

Grimm: Eddie Monroe/Nick Burckhardt

Haikyuu!!: Kozume Kenma/Hinata Shouyou

Harry Potter: Fred & George Weasley/Harry Potter

Heroes: Gabriel Gray/Peter Petrelli

Hetalia Axis Powers: France/Germany

Hunger Games: Cato/Peeta Mellark

Imposters: Richard Evans/Ezra Bloom

Inuyasha: Kouga/Inuyasha

Jungle Book: Shere Khan/Bagheera

How to Train Your Dragon/Rise of the Guardians: Hiccup Haddock/Jack Frost

Killjoys: Prima Dezz/Johnny Jaqobis

Kim Possible: Shego/Kim Possible

Kingdom Hearts: Axel/Sora

Kuroko no Basuke: Takao Kazunari/Kuroko Tetsuya

Lord of the Rings: Gimli/Legolas

Lucifer: Mazikeen Smith/Chloe Decker

MacGyver: Jack Dalton/Angus MacGyver

Magi Legend of the Labyrinth: Sinbad/Alibaba Saluja

Marvel: it’s a tie between Loki/Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Maze Runner: Newt/Thomas

Merlin: Gwaine/Merlin

Miraculous Ladybug: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste

Musketeers: Porthos/Athos/Aramis/D’Artagnan

One Piece: Trafalgar Law/Monkey D. Luffy

Percy Jackson: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson

Pitch Perfect: Kommissar/Beca Mitchell

Prince of Stride: Suwa Reiji/Fujiwara Takeru

Psych; Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer

Ranma 1/2: Ryoga Hibiki/Ranma Saotome

Riverdale: Jughead Jones/Archie Andrews

Road to El Dorado: Tulio/Miguel

Royal Pains: Boris Küster von Jürgens-Ratenicz/Henry Lawson

Sailor Moon: Kou Seiya/Tsukino Usagi tied with Tenoh Haruka/Tsukino Usagi

Scrubs: Percival Cox/JD Dorian

Shadowhunters: Magnus Bane/Jace Herondale

Sky High: Warren Peace/Will Stronghold

Sleeping Beauty: Maleficent/Aurora

Smallville: Oliver Queen/Clark Kent

Teen Wolf: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Transformers: Ironhide/William Lennox/Sam Witwicky

Trollhunters: Draal/Jim Lake

Twilight: Edward Cullen/Jacob Black

Vampire Academy: Mason Ashford/Christian Ozera

Voltron: Takashi Shirogane/Keith Kogane/Lance McClain

Wicked: Elphaba Thropp/Glinda of the Arduennas

Young Justice: Roy Harper/Dick Grayson

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Kaiba Seto/Jonouchi Katsuya (the first ever ship I wrote for!!!)

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

I mean. 75% of the ships I love are “obscure”. I... I always find the very obvious mainstream ships... boring. I mean, sometimes I find them nice in canon, but mostly I find canon to provide enough about them that I don’t really need fandom to get more of it, you know? Or, which also often happens, I find the mainstream ships have more of a very strong friendship-dynamic, or even a sibling-dynamic in some cases, and I just can’t really find it in myself to want to see them in a romantic way.

So, if I have to pick an, as in one, obscure ship, I will have to go with my top OTP. Jagnus. Jace and Magnus literally lived together, in both the show-canon and the book-canon, yet somehow it is an “obscure” ship. I mean, not somehow, we all know why. It’s the unwritten fandom rule of “canon mlm shall NEVER EVER BE BROKEN UP HOW DARE YOU SHIP ONE WITH SOMEONE ELSE”. You have no idea how often that rule has come between me and my OTP. Basically every time there is a canon mlm ship, really.

And this in no way or shape means to criticize those who only ship canon and are content with it, you do you, but I do find the lack of creativity in shipping in fandom where there is a canon mlm ship... really damn boring. Fandoms without canon mlm representation have the wildest constellations of ships, have a far broader variety of content, but when there is canon mlm, the majority of a fandom tends to just happily sit down with it and hug it and prefer not to be creative with the content and the shipping. And as a certified multishipper, I don’t really get that - like, even if you like the canon, you could have multiple ships?

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

My first OTP was Shere Khan/Bagheera, because gods do I love Jungle Cubs. And while other ships I interact more with have pushed it off the throne, if I see any form of Sheregheera content, I am immediately sucked in, no questions asked, no hesitation. I am utterly in love with this very rare, small, very obscure actually, ship and I will always love it and it still is one of my favorites.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Ooof. Interesting one. I’ve done a variety of PJO fics I’m particularly fond of in previous versions of such a question, so let’s go with something else this time. “The Lost Soulmarks”. It’s, at this point, probably my own personal most reread story. I just reread it the other night, actually. It just - it hits all of the right spots in what I want from a fic. Very often, I write to please my readers, with “What do my followers like most?” in my mind at least to a certain degree, but some things are absolutely self-indulgent. And I should really write more absolutely self-indulgent fics because those are the ones I myself keep coming back to. It has ABO-verse, it has soulmates, it’s Jace-centric, with lots of love, misunderstandings but not the kind where one of them is to blame but rather where it’s due to the circumstances, it’s really emotionally painful, but pays off in the end. It’s... seriously those are all the things I love.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

Uuuhm so like five WIPs where I am desperately waiting for updates?

Shadowhunters, Jagnus: “Non-Fat Frappuccino With Extra Whipped Cream” by @kimmycup - it’s my top OTP and my best friend gave it to me but now she is slowly murdering me with the wait for part 2

Shadowhunters, Jimon: “Strings” by annhamilton - I looove this story, only recently discovered it and fell in love with it and am now not-quite-patiently waiting for the next chapter

Avengers, WinterIron: “(Iron Is A) Star Killer” by RayShippouUchiha - a fic I read... a while ago and recently rediscovered with the latest update and am now desperately waiting for more!

Avengers, WinterIron: “An Unempty Nest” by gryvon - same as the one above, I read this a while ago and forgot about it and recently rediscovered it for myself and still love it

Avengers, Steve/Bucky/Tony/Tony: “Second Chance (at happiness)” by SailorChibi - I got this fic recommended and devoured it in one sitting and have since then checked nearly daily for updates because I greatly enjoy it!

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

*bangs potts and pans together* JAGNUS JAGNUS JAGNUS SERIOUSLY THEY LIVED TOGETHER. THEY LITERALLY WERE ROOMMATES. IN ANY OTHER FANDOM THAT’D HAVE TAKEN OFF LIKE NOTHING ELSE. THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM!! LET. MY. GOLDEN. EYED. BOYS. FIND. HAPPINESS. IN. EACH. OTHER.

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teenmaximoff · 7 years ago

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Underneath the Same Sun ☼

Okay so this fic is inspired by the amazing headcanons @t0ziers wrote. And encouraged by a comment on said post by @richietoaster. Honestly I fell in love with the idea of a long distance Reddie AU and knew I had to write it. But I wanted to write it from Richie’s point of view. And some other facts are different. whoops. Also huge shoutout to my name twin, @buttercup-irwin for inspiring me in general to write fics. This is my first official one. Here goes nothing ~

✧ Chapter One ✧ Chapter Two ✧ Chapter Three

Words ;; 1,824 ･ﾟ Pairing ;; Richie Tozier / Eddie Kaspbrak & some hints of Stan Uris / Bill Denbrough (It) ･ﾟ Warnings ;; Strong language, Talk of penises, 18 y/o boys kissing (omg) ･ﾟ

❝ — Richie Tozier knew he wasn’t internet famous. In the grand scheme of things, his shitty meme blog and dead vine account were nothing compared to all the models on Instagram paid to post pictures of their abs. But damn, 4,000 followers and some change was nothing to sneeze at in Tumblr terms. And he did it all without posting porn. His best friend, Stan, might not understand just how big of a deal that it is, but his followers knew he was top tier. If you weren’t following ‘trxshmouth’ - you were causing yourself a disservice.

Out of all those 4,000 followers Richie had, he almost never spoke to any of them. He had mutuals that would sometimes tag him in their posts or follow forevers. But no one really, honestly knew the man behind the memes. That was until ‘pastelgazebo’ followed him.

As soon as the notification on his phone popped up, Richie had to stop what he was doing and open the link. The boy literally stopped walking to quickly scroll through the soft pink aesthetic filled page, his mouth plastered with a wide grin the whole time.

“Earth to Richie…We’re going to be late to class…RICHIE?!” Stan was rolling his eyes now - a usual occurrence when your best friend is Richie - vape naesh - tozier. Stan waved his hand in front of Richie, but the boy just kept typing on his phone, not looking up for a second.

“Celebrity stuff, Stanley, you wouldn’t understand.” Richie finally lifted his head taking the time to push in his pop socket of the dancing snapchat hotdog and shove the phone into his back pocket, before beginning to walk again.

“You’re not famous, Richie. I have a blog - So does Bill. We all do. You’re no different.”

“Wow okay - your blog is all pictures of birds. Literally no one cares about birds except for you. You can’t possibly compare my blogging experience to just you sitting on your bed looking at pictures on the internet. It’s not even on the same level and fairly i’m concerned that you would ever think you compare to me.” A ding goes off in Rich’s pocket, and the boy slapped his ass before pulling the phone from it and transfixing his gaze on the screen once again.

“You forget, Richard. I’m the one with boyfriend now, and you are the one stuck having to look at pictures on the - Are you even listening to me insulting you ?? No you’re not - Of course” And the eye rolls were back.

“Haha yeah - you and Bill make out all the time and all I do is watch porn - ha ha very funny Stan the man - but not for fucking long !! ‘Cause this trashmouth might’ve just found the love of his life !!” Richie was talking like a schoolgirl raving about JTT. He was making no sense at all. And then he was shoving his phone into Stan’s face.

The blog was ‘Pastelgazebo’ An organized studyblr with the description written in bright pink font. ‘Eddie ✧ 18 ✧ pre-med at NYU ✧ Bev made me do this.’ The icon was not of the boy’s face. Instead of a bunch of lilacs scattered around a cup of tea. The most recent post was a public answer from none other than trashmouth himself. In all caps the question read ‘SO DO YOU LIKE MEMES?’ with a simple ‘uh yeah’ answer from the other blog. “Wow yeah - you two are a real modern day Romeo and Juliet” Now Stan was sure he should start charging his roommate for all these eye rolls.

❝ — It’s been two months since Richie and Eddie became mutuals. Sixty days since the boys began to talk every day through tumblr messenger. Giving Stan the Man a run for his money when it came to Richie’s coveted best friend slot. A spot that Stan has said many times he did not sign up for and would very much appreciate someone taking. He was everything Richie wasn’t. Clean, organized, short. But he was sassy and not afraid to call Richie out on his shit. Richard Tozier was in love. It was real. He wanted to marry this kid. It was really fucking unfair that all Richie could do was text Eddie when Stan was across the dorm just first basing his boyfriend right in front of his glass covered eyes. Rubbing salt into the hormone filled wound of Richie’s.

↪ trxshmouth - They’re doing it again

↪ pastelgazebo - Leave your roommate alone. He’s allowed to kiss his boyfriend if he wants to.

↪ pastelgazebo - Shouldn’t you be studying ?? I know I am.

↪ trxshmouth - The least they could do is invite me to join. It’s only fair after being forced to listen to Bill stutter his way through dirty talk

↪ pastelgazebo - BEEP BEEP RICHIE!

↪ trxshmouth - I regret telling you about that every fucking day

❝ — Three months now. Three whole months of friendship all built on an ask about memes. Richie now knew that Eddie accidentally followed Richie instead of exiting his blog. And although it sort of hurt - he couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that only Eddie Kaspbrak would meet his best friend by accident.

Richie was officially calling Eddie his best friend now. Stan lost that privilege when Rich had to wake up to a nearly naked Bill trying to sneak out of his dorm at five in the morning. Honestly the audacity !! Like, really ?! The Uris/Tozier residence was a place of fucking high class. He gave the culprit the stink eye to let him know that he saw everything. ( and damn he meant everything - those boxer briefs were not leaving anything to the imagination. No wonder Stan is keeping him still. ) All Billy could do was giggle as he pulled up his jeans and darted for the door. From then on Richie only referred to his roommate’s boyfriend as ‘Big Bill’ and Stan knew right away where the name came from and - oh boy, he was not happy about everyone knowing about his private life. He didn’t seem to care about privacy before ; when he was letting his boyfriend walk around their dorm dong practically out.

So now Eddie was Richie’s official best friend. But Richie was lying to himself if he didn’t admit that he wanted so much more from the east coast boy. The two had finally exchanged Skypes and tonight was going to be the first time Richie would be able to hear Eddie’s voice - see Eddie’s face that wasn’t in a blurry snapchat with a filter. The trashmouth was actually freaking out. The whole day he was shaking and his ADHD was off the charts. He’s wanted this for three fucking months. And it’s finally here. The skype ring blared through the UCLA dorm and Rich was sure it sounded like the wedding march for a second. He answered the call and had to hold back from gasping. “Wow Eds, you’re really cute.”

The boy was in a pale yellow polo, cross legged on his dorm bed. His cheeks flared as red as his short shorts. Oh did Richie not mention his short shorts ?? Because wow this boy was not afraid of showing some leg. “Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself - Oh and don’t call me that.” Richie couldn’t help but laugh at how easily embarrassed Eddie got. He deserved every compliment in the world.

They spoke for hours about classes and their lives before college. Turns out both were from different towns in Maine. They were so close before - and it took Richie moving all the way out to California for them to be driven together. It really was a small world. Eddie opened up about his mother and how she was driving him crazy now that he wasn’t living at home. Mrs K. makes Eddie get tested like every other week - making sure he wasn’t being slowly killed by the filth of New York. Richie shared that his parents haven’t called him since he moved out. And how when December break comes up, he was probably going to stay with Stan’s family in San Diego. Eddie had this destroyed look on his face when Richie talked about his home. He looked crushed on the other boy’s behalf. And all the freshman wanted to do was jump through the screen, hug Eddie and never let go.

❝ — Four fucking months had gone by since Richie made contact with the love of his life. They skype nearly every night. They know everything there is to know about one another. ( Okay. So Eddie didn’t know Richie smoked. But the boy was willing to cross that bridge when they got to it ) It didn’t matter that a whole country was separating them. When the two spoke - it was as if they were in each other’s laps.

Except Eddie wasn’t sitting in Richie’s lap. He wasn’t running his thin fingers through the boy’s curls and telling him that there was no where else he would rather be than right there. All of that was in Richie’s dreams. He was too afraid to make a move and actually ask Eds out. Stan, Bill, Bev, even Eddie’s roommates Mike and Ben have started to get on the pair for how flirty they were.

Richie was doodling in his notebook as Eddie was telling a story about how his psych professor misspelled professor on the first day of the semester and now no one can take him seriously. Eddie’s voice was like music to Richie’s ears. It inspired him to be better. It made his crazy nerves calm for once. It was like nothing else existed when he spoke. The brunette looked up to his mac and couldn’t help himself but to mutter. “I really wish we could date.” A second went by before Richie heard what he had actually said out loud. He covered his mouth and turned bright red.

Eddie was matching in blush to the cross country boy. He chuckled for a moment and asked “Richie will you be my boyfriend?” And now Richie was covering his whole face because holy fuck, was this real ?? Did his actual dream boy really ask him out. And he said it so calmly. Richie thought he was going to be sick. He could feel his stomach churning. Then it occurred to him that he actually hadn’t answered the boy yet. He’d been waiting for this day for four fucking months and for the first time ever - Richie trashmouth Tozier was speechless. His mind was racing and to stop himself from breaking down and crying there and then, he revealed his flushed face to the webcam, with the dumbest smirk on his features.

“Sure, Eds - but only if you answer this question - Do you like memes ??”

Note ;; This is like half of the headcanons. So let me know if I should write chapter two !

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddie au #reddie fic #[ F ]

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