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Double Joy, Half Sorrow (WIP)
Story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54365764
(locked to AO3 members only, sorry)
What if Buck and Eddie were two members of the same Sensate cluster?
Chapter 1 up now!
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Double Joy, Half Sorrow (WIP)
Story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54365764
(locked to AO3 members only, sorry)
What if Buck and Eddie were two members of the same Sensate cluster?
Chapter 1 up now!
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No Use For a Name
5 times Buck realizes he feels more connection to Diaz than Buckley, and 1 time he left Buckley behind for good.
AKA My treatise on why Buck will not be hyphenating his last name when he marries Eddie.
#911#911 fanfiction#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#IDK why the link won't display the name but I suspect it's because only AO3 registered users can see it#my attempt to stop my fic from being scraped by automated plagiarism bots#does it work? I don't know!
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Dang it I should’ve posted this here. Oh well
@fraddit tagged me to share some of my WIP. And since I'm re-reading/tweaking instead of adding more, here's where I was at this morning on the Other Baby Diaz AU:
“So I should ask Eddie?”
“Ask me what?” Eddie said, coming into the room and flopping down onto the other guest chair. Buck took a moment to study him; Eddie was easily his best friend, and under normal circumstances he would tell Eddie that he looked like shit. But even Buck had his limits; it was no fun razzing the guy when he was going through so much.
“Would it be all right if I went down to hang out with John, even if you and Chris aren’t here?” Buck asked. “I could hold him, or-or read to him, but I don’t want to overstep if it’s too much,” he added hastily.
“I would like that,” Eddie said. “Buck, you’re great with Chris, and you’ll be great with John, too. That’s only fair, right?”
“Are you sure?” Buck asked. “I think we’ll need to clear it with the nurses.”
“Oh please,” Eddie snorted. “The nurses would let you go anywhere.” He leveled his gaze at Buck. “If I can’t be here all the time to visit him, I’m glad it can be you. I trust you; you’ll take good care of him.”
Buck ducked his head and tried to blink away the tears without being obvious. That Eddie trusted him so fully with his kids was such an honor, and Buck would never, ever take that for granted.
Bobby nodded his agreement. “Buck’s always a hit with the firehouse kids,” he said. “I know you haven’t gotten to see that too much yet, Eddie—”
“Oh, I have,” Eddie chuckled. “I think at the last barbecue you picked up both Christopher and Denny, one under each arm.” Eddie demonstrated, holding his arms up and out like a gorilla. “I could hear their screams of joy from inside.”
“So little John will get to know his uncle Buck,” Bobby said, and something in Buck’s heart twisted. He didn’t know if he’d ever get his ability to lift two kids at the same time back, but he would try. He’d do anything to get back out there, and if spending time with a tiny baby who could barely breathe on his own was even a little bit helpful, well, he was already there.
“Nah, that’s too John Candy,” Eddie said, wrinkling his nose. He smiled, almost to himself. “Chris sometimes calls him ‘my Buck’ which works just fine for me.” Buck’s heart untwisted a bit at Eddie’s smile. He could be the Diaz’s Buck, that would be the best thing in the world.
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@blackestglass, @mistmarauder my only 911 mutuals (besides @fraddit) no-pressure tag game if you want to post some of a WIP!
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WIP Wednesday?
I guess this is a thing, right?
This is a bit from what I’m calling my Other Baby Diaz S2/S3 AU, playing fast and loose with the timeline and Eddie’s house. I’ve got about 15k done so far, which is more than I’ve written in a long, long time...
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Buck had been with Johnny for a few milestones: moving his head more, gaining control of his fingers. Buck felt absolutely no shame at letting the tears fall the first time John’s tiny fingers gripped one of his — it was like being touched by a feather and it was so damned cute.
He never told Eddie about those milestones; it felt like stealing to be there when Eddie couldn’t. Most of the time the nurses would tell him during the daily updates, and Eddie never seemed to resent Buck for being witness, would ask Buck what happened in his own words, would eagerly await his own first experience with his son’s development.
The dark circles under Eddie’s eyes from restless sleep and waking to nightmares — his, Chris’s, and occasionally Buck’s — and a serious caffeine dependency contributed to how fucking exhausted he looked all the time now. Buck didn’t think he had seen Eddie really smile (his genuine smile, not his serve-the-public polite smile) except a handful of times since the day Shannon died. It wasn’t unexpected during such a stressful time, but it did make the true smiles he bestowed on Chris and John all the more precious to witness.
And the times when Buck was able to make Eddie smile with one of his stupid jokes or a weird fact, or even making Eddie laugh? That was like when the painkillers hit after a bad PT session: relief and hope swirled together.
Seeing Eddie lying back in a terrible hospital recliner with a not-as-tiny John on his bare chest, and a contented half-smile on his face, with Chris tucked in next to him and watching his brother with wide eyes, Buck knew he would do absolutely anything for the Diaz boys — all three of them.
#911#wip wednesday#911 fanfiction#buddie slow burn s2/s3 au#weirdly enough this came out of my musing on how I feel so sorry for Shannon#and my brain decided to ask what would make that situation even worse than it already was?#and here we are: Shannon still dies and there's a new baby in the NICU
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The fic is only available to registered users of AO3!
Work Crush is the title, in case it doesn't come through on the link for some reason?
#911#fanfiction#eddie diaz#evan buck buckely#outsider pov#maybe a bit of insider library talk#first fic since 2020!#implied buck/eddie relationship
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So WIP Wednesdays is a thing? @honestlydarkprincess does it, at least? So here's something fun from a S2/S3-era AU I'm working on (now that I've almost finished S6):
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Eddie had been thinking all day, since he asked Shannon out for this fancy dinner and arranged for Chris to stay with Pepa. After his chat with Bobby, and after putting a stop to the rounds and rounds of thoughts and what ifs and maybes in his head, Eddie had decided it was time he faced the past and his own shortcomings and tried to move past it all.
Shannon had been quiet since he picked her up, but not hostile. More thoughtful, and Eddie hoped that he wouldn’t let her down this time.
They had been seated and he had given her the chocolates and poured his heart out to her that Christopher needed his mother and maybe Eddie did, too. “I wished for a sign, and I got one. Shan—”
“I’m seven months pregnant,” she blurted. Eddie almost dropped her hand, his fingers going numb with shock as he tried to remember exactly how long they’d been— “Or nearly — it, it must’ve happened after the very first time we had sex again.” Shannon laughed, completely mirthless. “Why are we so damned fertile? I think it happened the second or third time with Chris, too.”
Eddie couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Shannon's pregnancy with Christopher hadn’t shown much; she had only looked pregnant towards the end, her belly popping out like she had swallowed a beach ball. She had skated through her pregnancy with Christopher, barely seemed to notice the shift in her body except for the fact that it was being tracked by everyone around them.
The only reason she even took the first pregnancy test was her missing period just after they had started having sex and being a panicked, newly sexually active 18-year-old.
Shannon’s problems hadn’t started until after the birth. When Eddie hadn’t been there.
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To be continued!(?)
#911#slow burn s2-s3 au#I haven't decided everything that will change#but the idea that Shannon had actually been pregnant took hold and wouldn’t let me go#probably because my sister just had a preemie#but still#eddie diaz#shannon diaz#I actually have a lot of sympathy for Shannon because I would hate to be her
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I’ve written something!!
Holy shit I’ve written something!
I wrote over 2000 words yesterday (counting notes and brainstorming, but over 1900 words of actual story!). I don’t know how much longer this actual story is but I don’t post things I haven’t finished because I hate finding a WIP and it not being finished. I posted one WIP in Teen Wolf and I still regret not finishing it but the love for TW is gone...
Damn it, apparently procedurals are what I really need to get my fic writing flowing.
I’m sure none of my fic ideas are original (the fandom’s been around for 5 years) but I hope I can do them justice!
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I’ve committed fic! For the first time in many, many years!
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Gentleman’s Guide to Psych and Virtue
Aug. 1, 2018
Damn it, I decided to post it because I haven’t posted fic in for-fucking-ever. And it’s short so tumblr works.
Here, have a cracky mash-up of the Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue and Psych. Because my brain loves wacky mash-ups.
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Percy sighed. He was always sighing around Monty. Monty just brought it out in him.
“Percy, Percy, Percy,” Monty ticked his tongue. “Don’t be such a gloomy gus. It’s a beautiful day and you’re with your best friend! How could it be better?”
“I could be at work. Where I’m supposed to be. And not waiting for a murderer to show up. What are we even doing here? This man is not on Felicity’s suspect list.”
“I knew you were conspiring with my sister behind my back,” Monty muttered.
“If by conspiring you mean collecting good and useful information that I need to keep your ridiculous head attached to your ridiculous neck then yes, I’m conspiring with your sister.” Percy sighed. Again. Then he saw the look on Monty’s face. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it.”
“I’m not thinking anything,” Monty said with a beatific smile. “Except the things I’m usually thinking around you and cars.”
Percy felt his face heating and hoped Monty wouldn’t notice. Monty always noticed when Percy flushed even when others claimed they couldn’t. “I’m extremely observant, in case you haven’t noticed,” Monty would say, and then do something wicked to prove how much he observed Percy.
Like the first time Monty convinced Percy to have sex in the car, and noticed that Percy really liked it. He’s been using it against Percy ever since.
“We are not having sex while waiting for your long-shot murder suspect to show up and do whatever you suspect he’s going to do in the middle of nowhere,” Percy said, fighting the urge to adjust himself in his pants. It was truly unfair the effect Monty’s knowing smile had on him. You’d think he’d be immune to it after all these years.
“Fine, even though he’s not going to show up for at least an hour and you know what I can do to you in a quarter of that time--”
“Are you implying I have no stamina?” Percy asked, his voice going up slightly in indignation.
“Nothing of the sort, I’m saying I’m just that good,” Monty said, winking. The wink should not be cute, should not make Percy want to grin back. It had taken more than a decade but Monty’s personal brand of insanity must have finally rubbed off on Percy. “I’ve been rubbing on you for long enough it should have,” Monty added.
“I didn’t say that out loud,” Percy blurted, half-questioning.
“Maybe. Maybe I just know you, love,” Monty purred, moving closer and putting his hand on Percy’s knee.
“You keep your stupid car with the stupid bench seat just for this,” Percy snapped. But his heart was already beating faster as Monty’s hand moved up from his knee.
His life was truly unfair.
“You love this car,” Monty said, inching closer, his mouth aiming for that spot right on Percy’s neck and Percy needed to put a stop to it right now… “You love me.”
“God help me I do,” Percy said, and then grabbed Monty by the front of the shirt to kiss him.
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I love the notifications of kudos from AO3 otherwise I would never know that someone read and liked my Witchblade/Supernatural crossover. I was pretty proud of that one.
#fanfiction#thanks AO3!#Witchblade tv#thanks random fanfiction reader#I don't want to think about how badly you were fishbowling#to find my fic
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While I appreciate the kudos on my porn, where's the kudos for the accompanying mystery fic? Dang it. I'm proud of both those stories.
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Did someone rec my Criminal Minds porn somewhere? Because I'm suddenly getting kudos like, every day on my CM porn from years ago.
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Oooh! Thanks for this. I think I forgot about Deaton for my werewolf!Melissa story, which I should fix in the next installment (if there is one). Deaton being all chaotic might be interesting to Melissa and the pack....
Teen Wolf: Deaton
So Deaton has to be some sort of Chaos related person, right? Because as little sense as any of his actions make when you assume he’s actually trying to help people, it all makes sense if his end goal is to create more chaos.
First season: Instead of telling Derek that he was the Hale emissary, and that he’d spoken to Laura about the revenge spiral, he pretended ignorance, thus stretching out the time for Derek to figure out who the Alpha is and driving a wedge between Derek and Scott. Despite patching Scott up, after finding him in the woods, Deaton gives him no useful advice or background on being a werewolf, which he would have had with his pack emissary background. He also does nothing to keep Scott away from the Argents, although he knows better than anyone except Derek exactly how dangerous they are.
Second season: After Derek becomes the Alpha, Deaton offers him no assistance, apparently in abrogation of Deaton’s promise to Talia Hale, his former Alpha. Deaton knows that Scott and Derek are trying to figure out the Kanima, and he offers absolutely no help in identifying what it is or who it is. When Deaton eventually does weigh in, it’s to put everyone in danger by giving the pack just enough information to trap the Kanima in a crowded location and awaken Stiles to his ability to use mountain ash, the mountain ash which almost prevents Derek from saving Scott’s life, a rescue which then results in Victoria Argent’s suicide and Allison’s rampage. Deaton also keeps pushing a 16-year-old to lead everyone, without any advice as to how, or to what end. And then Deaton helps Scott draw up a plan to deal with Gerard/Jackson that ultimately a) does nothing to prevent the Kanima from evolving into its next stage and b) permits Gerard to be temporarily stopped, but not actually killed, thus enabling him to create future problems. And the plan manages the further alienate Derek and Scott, instead of drawing them together as mutual support.
Third season: Deaton offers no information on either the arrival of the Alpha Pack (people he knew, back during his emissary days) or the ritual human sacrifices (which he should have had background about since he used to be an emissary himself). At no point does Deaton tell Scott that he should leave either of these threats in his hands, the way you’d expect an adult with experience with all the active parties to do. Instead he keeps pushing Scott to become a True Alpha, without explaining anything about what that means or anything Scott might need to know. Even after Stiles pushes Deaton to identify the Darach as the killer, Deaton provides no useful input - we rely on discoveries by Chris Argent and Danny to fill in the who and where for the victims. Deaton also provides no information about how to identify or stop the Darach. And then! In the coup de grâce, Deaton refuses to tell the kids where the Nemeton is (something that he absolutely has to know) and instead makes a werewolf, a hunter, and a human/spark/Stiles/whateverthefuck undergo a ritual that will reawaken the Nemeton and make it a beacon for supernatural creatures and open their minds to madness. The ritual doesn’t even do what he says it will! And then he sends Scott back to Deucalion to fight the Darach with no plan. And he does nothing to help save the three parents.
His actions have directly resulted in: Scott and Derek being estranged, thus preventing them from creating a stable pack, and making Scott more susceptible to Deaton’s influence. Gerard remaining alive, and sowing trouble. Deucalion remaining alive, and free to go around torturing and killing as is his wont. The Nemeton being reignited, thus attracting trouble to Beacon Hills. And Allison, Stiles and Scott losing their minds.
So, chaos dude, bravo. Bravo. You are definitely bringing the chaos.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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I got a comment! Yay! Thank you wuoreb!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Why me?” Melissa asked.
“Well, originally, I was using you as leverage against your son,” Peter said calmly. She flexed her fingers a few times, feeling her nails lengthen at the implicit threat. She had to clench her fist to keep from scoring the countertop. “But we talked, and I realized you were just what I needed in my pack. Intelligent. Level-headed. Sense of humor. A healer,” he added, gesturing around the hospital. “But not without a capacity for violence,” he added.
AU in which Peter bites Melissa.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Why me?” Melissa asked.
“Well, originally, I was using you as leverage against your son,” Peter said calmly. She flexed her fingers a few times, feeling her nails lengthen at the implicit threat. She had to clench her fist to keep from scoring the countertop. “But we talked, and I realized you were just what I needed in my pack. Intelligent. Level-headed. Sense of humor. A healer,” he added, gesturing around the hospital. “But not without a capacity for violence,” he added.
AU in which Peter bites Melissa.
#teen wolf#teen wolf parents#teen wolf au#teen wolf fanfiction#fanfcition#Melissa McCall#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#derek hale#peter hale#Sheriff Stilinski
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