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young royals

social media aus

-take your mark ☆ -secrects within the pages ★

written fics - slow dance in a parking lot ☆

drabbles

- nightmare ☆ - homesick ☆ - ungiven gifts ☆ - in another life ☆

911

written fics - slow dance in a parking lot ☆

heated rivalry

written fics - swimming in silence ☆

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hey guys. been big into 9-1-1 and bruins and sharks hockey recently.

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wip trans buck post bc im getting over this writers block whether i like it or not.

working title is “falling for forbidden fruit” inspired by this song:

Still, there were parts of his past that he kept from them. At first, it was because he had been scared. He knew nothing but rejection from the people he used to call his family. As time passed, it seemed less necessary to tell everyone else. He was years into his transition and it just wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. The girl he was before faded further into the background.

As it turns out, once you start giving into temptations, you never want to stop.

The next one came in the form of Eddie Diaz.

From the moment he walked into the firehouse, Buck was drawn to him. There was something about the way he carried himself that made Buck want to know everything about him. Really, he should’ve stayed away but he had never been any good at that. Eddie fit into Buck’s life so seamlessly that it was hard to remember a time where they weren’t best friends. The movie nights and carpooling to and from work turned into Buck longing for more. Eddie’s hands would brush against his as they were walking side by side and the heat would light up Buck’s entire arm. He couldn’t help himself. He wanted more.

He knew it could never happen.

There was not a chance that Eddie liked him and even if he did, Eddie would never really like someone like him.

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an: welcome back after a brief intermission. i'm hoping be in back in classes will help me be more consistent in uploading bc i'll have more free time!! wc: 438

“Who the hell have you been texting?” Wille asked their brother as they climbed out of the car. “You texted someone immediately before you start driving and immediately after so, who is it?”

“It is none of your business, Wille.” Erik responded as he turned his phone off and shoved it into his pocket. Wille only rolled their eyes at their brother before walking towards the building. 

Erik followed, making sure to stay a few paces behind his sibling. They walked up the stairs, neither wanting to wait for the elevator and with Wille only living on the second floor made it pretty easy. 

As soon as they stepped out of the stairwell and looked down the hall toward their door, they froze. Their eyes immediately landed on Simon. Without a second thought, Wille ran down the hall, pulling Simon into their arms the second they got close enough. 

“You’re here.” They said in disbelief. 

“I’m here.” Simon said in response. “Erik texted me once you left my place and filled me in with what happened.”

Wille pulled always from Simon and took his hand in their own in order to still have some form of physical contact, and turned toward their brother. “Thank you, Erik.”

“No need to thank me, Wille.” Erik answered. “But, now that I know you’re in good hands, I’ll be heading home. Text me tomorrow, okay?”

After Wille promised to text their brother, he said goodbye to the pair before walking away. Leaving Wille and Simon standing in the hallway. 

“Can you stay?” Wille asked Simon, not wanting to be alone but more than anything wanting to be with Simon. There was something about Simon that just made Wille feel completely safe.

“I was already planning on it.” Simon responded with a smile. 

Pulling their keys out of their pocket, Wille unlocked the door to their apartment letting both themself and Simon inside. Once inside, Wille found themself immediately hugging Simon again. There is a sense of comfort being in his arms. Simon had no issue with it, enjoying the closeness just as much as Wille was. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything but, I am here if you want to talk.” One of Simon's hands plays with Wille’s hair while the other holds them tightly. 

“I will. Just not right now. I just want to stay like this.”

“We can stay like this all night.” Simon placed a soft kiss on the top of Wille’s cheek. “Honestly though, it would probably be a lot more comfortable if we were laying down.”

Wille smiled at the suggestion. “I think I’d like that.”

synopsis: anonymity was something that had always been a top priority for wilhelm. keeping their personal life and their author life entirely separate. that was, until they met simon. anonymity slowly began feeling like lies and it was only a matter of time until it all came tumbling down.

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young royals smau update this week i pinky promise

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im going to say something and i need you all to walk with me okay.

trans!shane hollander.

trans!shane who thinks he has to work twice as hard to be deserving of his position.

trans!shane who never really hated ilya - nor even disliked him - but thought he had to prove he was just like him.

trans!shane who has trouble connecting with his teammates.

trans!shane who plays into a hypermasculine role because he is so scared of the world finding out (and hating) who he is that he’ll do almost anything to hide it.

trans!shane that comes out to ilya and is so scared that he’s going to think he’s disgusting when being like (and maybe also with) ilya is all he’s ever wanted.

i just really love trans shane hollander guys.

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Yuna and David having watched their autistic son be so isolated all of his adult life and never having a happy relationship or close friends who understand his anxiety and then finding out that the man they’ve spent a decade hating on his behalf can casually talk him down from a panic attack in less than a minute

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swimming in silence

pairing: swimmer!ilya x swimmer!shane genre: slice of life, swimmer au, pre olympics, pre relationship warnings: none wc: 2968 | maserlist

To some, staring at a black line for hours on end seemed monotonous, boring even, but to Ilya it was the only thing that seemed to calm his mind. The constant laps had become an innate part of his routine. He had practice every morning finding it helpful to get a good start to the day and every night, finding nights restless whenever he didn’t. The hours upon hours had eventually paid off when he earned his first ever Olympic qualifying time. His Olympic debut had been at the London Games, he swam both the 800 meter and 1500 meter freestyle events. Despite his best effort, he had come up two spots short of a medal in both events. For the next four years, he had thrown himself back into his training, getting in more yards per week than he ever had. It had been an adjustment at first but overtime things started to fall into place.

He started to see results within the year. The 2013 World Championships was his first international meet since the games. He came out of those games with three international medals to his name – two bronze in the 400 individual medley and the 1500 freestyle and a silver in the 800 meter freestyle. From his performance, he knew exactly how he wanted to change his training schedule to better him for all three of these events. 

Over the next few years, he continued to watch his times drop and his rankings climb. Easily he qualified to compete for Russia when the qualifier meet came around in the early months of 2016. Going into the meet, he had been the favorite to win one of the two roster spots in each event. To the surprise of nobody, he did. After the meet, he returned to his training, his mind on nothing but the Olympics. All he had done over the past cycle was try to prove what he was capable of and now was his chance to prove it once and for all. 

The month before the games were set to begin, Ilya and his coach traveled to Canada. The Games were set to take place in Brazil and doing all of his last minute training in Canada would allow for him to have an easier adjustment to the time difference in Brazil while taking advantage of some of the training facilities that Canada had to offer. Coincidently, the pool that he and his coach decided to do their training at was the same one that Team Canada was having their own training camp at. Though, he very rarely saw them. His training schedule was both strict and unconventional. Often, his morning training sessions would occur before the sun had even risen. At first he had hated it but he had grown used to the demands and even found himself growing to enjoy the peace that mornings had to offer. Because of the early mornings, his evening sessions tended to be on the earlier side as well. While most swimmers his age ended their training around 8 or 9 at night, his rarely ran later than 7. The most he saw of the others was the hour their training overlapped a couple times a week.

Never did he find himself talking to any of them. To Ilya, swimming had always been a very isolated sport. He knew that wasn’t the case for everyone, that many people often had a team or even just a handful of others that they trained with day after day. But he never had that. The swim culture in Russia had been vastly different from what he had heard about in other countries. Most professional swimmers trained on their own, with a coach that only coached one or two other swimmers. Sometimes he couldn’t help the jealousy he felt whenever he saw that Canadian team. He yearned for the way they all pushed each other, spent their practices talking and laughing, and didn’t have to silently swim alone. He would never admit to it, though. 

He continued his routine of practices uninterrupted for about a week. It was the second Monday he was spending in Canada. The moment he walked into the locker room for his morning practice, he knew he wasn’t alone. That feeling was proven true when he turned the corner to the lockers and found one of the other swimmers sitting on one of the benches. He had seen him in passing a couple times but couldn’t pull a name from his brain. He gives the other man a simple nod before going about his own business. 

“You’re always here so early,” the guy commented as Ilya was about to grab his cap and goggles and head out onto the deck. “Doesn’t it make you tired?”

“No,” he replied with a shrug. “Am used to it.”

“Are you here by yourself?”

“With my coach.”

“You’re on the Russian team, right?” Ilya would be lying if he said that it didn’t shock him that this Canadian guy knew who he was. His face must’ve shown it too. “Sorry, that was weird but one of the younger swimmers is, like, obsessed with you. She said she really looks up to your training regime and that she wanted to try it sometime.”

“Tell her to stick to the team. Seems more fun anyways.”

“You don’t train with a team? Not even at home?”

“You ask lot of questions, but no. Is not common in Russia.”

“That’s strange.” The Canadian grabbed his own equipment before heading to the deck. Ilya had no choice but to follow. “I’ve never heard of anything like that. Do you like it?”

“Sometimes.”

“I don’t think I would. All of my best friends swim anyway so it just makes practice more fun. We all know how each other swims so it lets us just push each other to get better.” Normally Ilya would find him obnoxious, but after a week of nothing but swimming, he found himself not minding it.

“You’re here early,” he pointed out.

“I have a session with our athletic trainer during practice time so I thought I’d just get it over with now.”

Ilya migrated over to the lane he had spent the last week occupying. It was the end lane in the pool furthest from the door. He expected the other to find a lane away from Ilya but to his surprise, he set his bag down in front of the lane right next to him. Thankfully, morning practices were normally Ilya’s responsibility – his coach attended them very rarely. Most of the time he was given the practice before and just had to keep track of the times he was making in case his coach asked.

“I’m Shane by the way,” the Canadian – Shane allegedly – told him as he slid into the water. 

“Ilya.”

“I knew that.” Ilya couldn’t help but smile at the oddity of the man next to him. “What are you working on this morning?”

“Just an 800 meter speed set.”

“That sounds awful. I lean more towards sprinting and butterfly.”

“I sometimes do IM,” Ilya mentioned. “But only the 400. The 200 is too short for me. I don’t do sprint.”

“You’re crazy.”

That was the last thing that Shane said before dunking his head under the water and pushing off the wall. Shaking his head, Ilya pulled out his own practice and got to work. 

Their practices ended up being vastly different, he watched as Shane did mostly 50s and would sometimes even start in the middle and just do reps of 25 meters. It was a foreign concept to Ilya who, even in the middle of his tapers, would still be racking up more yards than Shane had done. It was always something that Ilya had found fascinating, how different workouts worked for different people. He knew that most people would think he was insane as the world had been slowly inching away from quantity and focusing more on quality of the yards. It was what worked for him so he didn’t dare change it. 

While they were doing completely different things, they still found themselves engaged in quick conversations when their practices placed them at the same wall at the same time. It was something Ilya wasn’t used to.

Shane was done with his practice before Ilya was.

“Maybe I’ll come practice with you early again,” he said as he climbed out of the pool.

“Ah, you don’t have to do that.” Ilya pulled his goggles off of his eyes to look up at Shane.

“Honestly, this was fun. I’ll see you around, Ilya.”

After his first practice with Shane, he found himself hating his solo practices just a little bit more. However, he and Shane had fallen into a rhythm of practicing in the morning with each other a few times a week. They would each do their own thing but Ilya found it comforting just to have someone else swimming beside him. Their friendship had also continued to grow. Ilya found himself telling Shane about life in Russia, his family, and his childhood. In return, Shane told him about the Canadian team, his best friend Hayden, and how he first fell in love with the sport. 

By the time the end of both of their training camps rolled around, they had started hanging out outside of the pool, they would get breakfast together in the mornings and would do their dryland workouts together. For the first time in years, Ilya found himself swimming because he enjoyed it and not just because it was something that he had to do. He was learning to love the sport he had fallen in love with when he was a child. It was really all thanks to Shane and his persistence in swimming with Ilya. 

From Shane: i know its your last night in canada, let me take you out to dinner!

From Ilya: That is not necessary, Hollander.

From Shane: too bad, you’re coming anyway.

From Shane: and i know you don’t have practice so you can’t use that as an excuse :P

From Ilya: Whatever.

From Ilya: What time?

From Shane: i know you’re still at the natatorium so i’ll just meet you there

From Shane: sit tight

From Ilya: How does one “sit tight”?

Left without an answer, Ilya rolled his eyes before putting his phone back in his pocket. He gathered his things into his backpack before heading to the lobby to wait for Shane. Luckily for him, Shane doesn’t keep him waiting long. Just a few minutes later, he came barreling in like he had run all the way here. His eyes scan across the lobby until they meet Ilya’s, a smile stretching across his face when he does. 

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long,” he greeted as he closed the distance between them. “Are you ready to go?”

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, Rozy.” He gestured for Ilya to follow him out of the building, and he did. Part of him was unsure why he was willing to blindly trust this man that he barely knew, but he couldn’t stop himself. 

Shane took him to a restaurant, not far from where they had been. Because of the intensity of his schedule, Ilya hadn’t been able to explore the city much. It was truly a beautiful place. It was one of the pros that came with the job, being able to travel and see so many places of the world that he would otherwise have not been able to. 

“What’s so special about this place that you wanted to take me to?” Ilya asked as they walked inside. It seemed to be fairly regular, the decor was nicer than some of the other places he had been during his time here but it was nothing out of the ordinary.

“You’ll see.” Is what he is told instead of getting an actual answer. After a few moments, both men are led through the restaurant by the hostess until they are on the outside patio.

“This is why,” he gestured at the view around them.

The restaurant sat at the edge of one of the Great Lakes, with a view that might as well have been the ocean. Then when you looked over at the land, you were greeted with one of the best views of the Toronto skyline that Ilya had ever seen. It was truly one of the best views. 

“Woah,” he couldn’t help but say in utter amazement. “It’s pretty.”

“I’ll take you down to the shore after we eat. It’s nice this time of year. It gets a little bit warmer next month but neither of us will be there then so this will suffice.”

The table they got was on the outside of the patio, allowing them to have the best view as they ate. Their conversation flowed as it normally did. It wasn’t often that Ilya found himself completely comfortable in the presence of someone else, but he did with Shane. He tried not to think too much about what that meant because he knew this wouldn’t last forever. After the Olympics, they would both go back to their regular lives and this would become nothing but a distant memory. 

Dinner was nice, the food was some of the best that he had in the past few weeks. In his head, he scolded Shane for not bringing him here sooner. Shane insisted on paying for both of their meals, despite Ilya’s protests. 

“Think of it as a goodbye gift from my home country,” he had said as he handed his card to the waiter. “If I ever make it to Russia, dinner is on you.”

While they were eating, the sun had begun its descent into the sky, painting it with color. It reflected off of the water and the buildings, and the entire city seemed to be coming alive. The pair walked down to the path by the water. It was close enough to enjoy but far enough that the waves weren’t a threat to them. 

“Have you enjoyed your time here?” Shane asked, after a silence had fallen between them.

“I have,” Ilya responded honestly. “It’s very different from life at home but not in a bad way. The people here are a lot more friendly. I almost don’t want to leave.”

“How come?”

“Life at home is very…borning.” He seemed to choose his words carefully. “With my schedule, it’s often very lonely. I don’t have many friends because of all of the hours I’m in the pool or at the gym. I don’t train with anyone else. I don’t have the best relationship with my family. Even swimming with you has been very different to what I’m used to.”

“You could’ve told me to leave you alone if that’s how you normally do things.” Ilya hated the guilt that seemed to take over Shane’s face, like he had done something wrong but that could not have been further from the truth.

“No, no.” He said quickly. “I liked it a lot. For the first week I was envious, watching the rest of you all swim together. I wanted it so bad. Then you started talking to me and the times we swam together, it’s the most fun I’ve had in so long. Really I should be thanking you. I just don’t want to go back to my regular life.”

“We still have the whole Olympics to hang out! If you think you’re getting rid of me that easily then you are mistaken, Rozanov.” Ilya was now wearing a smile that was matching Shane’s. 

Ilya was planning on making sure that he kept his word. 

“You know,” Shane began, seeming to hesitate for just a second. “The first time I swam with you, it wasn’t because I had something else to do later. I had just seen you around and really wanted to talk to you but I didn’t know how. I’m glad I took my chances, though. I’ve really enjoyed this time with you, Ilya.”

“I’ve enjoyed it too, Shane.” More than you know was left unsaid. “I’ve grown to like you.”

He pretended to ignore the deep blush that heated up Shane’s face. He couldn’t explain the butterflies that he felt in his stomach at the sight of it. Or the warmth he felt whenever Shane showed up early to swim with him. He just wrote it off as the feeling of a new friendship. He knew it was so much more than that but it was something that would never happen so he didn’t even let himself fantasize about it. It would only hurt him more in the end. 

Without thinking about it, he let himself reach out and grab Shane’s hand as they continued to walk. His heart seemed like it was going to beat out of his chest until Shane held his back. A part of him hated how natural it felt. Like Shane’s hand was meant to fit in his. 

“Come on, it’s getting late.” Shane said as he directed them towards Ilya’s hotel. He hadn’t even realized that the sun had completely faded into the sky and the darkness was starting to take over. 

The walk was much shorter than Ilya had hoped it would be, being just a few blocks away from where they had been.

Outside of the hotel, the pair seemed to linger, neither of them wanting the night to end.

But like all good things, it had to.

“I’ll see you in Rio?” Shane asked, eyes hopeful.

“Of course,” Ilya promised. “I’ll still need a training buddy in the morning, if you’re up for it?”

“Always.”

“Then, I’ll see you there.”

“Goodnight, Ilya.”

“Goodnight, Shane.”

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guys did any of u watch heated rivalry.

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i <3 the city

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slow dance in a parking lot

pairing: buck x eddie genre: fluff warnings: none wc: 1,548 | maserlist

The summer air was warm as the sun sank below the trees. Painting the sky with pinks and oranges, making way for the impending night. The streets were mostly empty yet Eddie still found himself in the passenger seat of Buck’s car. These late night rides had become something the pair had grown fond of, the rare nights when they were able to escape from all responsibilities. Windows rolled down, music blasting, nothing else in the world mattered. Sometimes they’d talk and sometimes they wouldn’t. But they had been some of the best nights of Eddie’s life nonetheless. 

Buck’s hand rested on Eddie’s thigh, like always. They both enjoyed the constant touch, knowing that even in the absence of conversation, they were both still right there. Tonight, the setting sun casted a glow over Buck’s face, a sight that Eddie could never get tired of. Night after night he always made sure to take a moment and admire him. With the way the sun was hitting his eyes Eddie was sure they were sparkling, the way his eyes lit up whenever they smiled, or the way songs sounded on his lips. Quite frankly, Eddie thought he was perfect. 

As the song that was playing faded into silence, Buck took it as an opportunity to turn the radio all the way down. This caused Eddie to raise an eyebrow at him, confused, before allowing Buck to speak. 

“So,” Buck started. “I was thinking.”

“Oh no. That’s never good.” Buck’s laugh rang out and a smile instantly spread across Eddie’s face. 

“Oh, shut up.” Eddie’s laugh matched his. “You’re so annoying. What if we stopped somewhere to grab snacks tonight?”

“Huh, for once I think that’s actually not a bad idea.” Eddie responded. “I think there’s a convenience store about 15 minutes from here. We could grab something from there. How does that sound?”

Buck hummed in agreement before turning the volume of the radio up once again. He watched as scenery passed by in a blur - trees and bushes becoming one and the same to his eyes. A few times he catches Eddie taking small glances at him, making butterflies erupt in his stomach each time. 

There had been something between the two of them for years, neither of them wanting to be the person to make the first move. Easily, they had fallen into a rhythm around each other, not wanting to mess it up. Then that rhythm moved from just the station and into their personal lives. Buck would often find himself at Eddie’s. Whether it was playing video games with Christopher or having, what Christopher dubbed as, “family dinner” together, their lives meshed together over time. Neither were really sure when things had finally shifted. The change was so gradual that it seemed like it was meant to be. That was how things had been since then. It was always Buck and Eddie. You very rarely had one without the other. 

Eventually, Eddie heard the sound of Buck turning the blinker on as the car began to slow. They pulled into a near empty parked lot which sat in front of a lonely looking store. It’s only when the car was parked and turned off that Eddie noticed that the sun was completely gone. The only light is coming from the two light poles in the parking lot. 

Buck was the first to get out of the car, Eddie following right behind him. He found his spot right next to Buck seamlessly and their hand finds his - fingers intertwined. There had always seemed to be some outside force pulling them together, that when they finally gave in, it felt like it was meant to be.

The store is quiet when they walk in, the only sound was the bell dinging above their heads as they walked through the door. It was almost an eery sort of silence but they both decided to ignore it. They say a quick hello to the cashier working up at the front but besides that, they were the only people in the store. 

There were rows upon rows of different snack foods for them to choose from. Walking up and down the different aisles, Buck kept pointing out different things that caught his eye. Each time he did so, Eddie would ask if that’s what he wanted, earning the same reply each time - no, that he wanted to keep looking. By the time they had done a full lap around the store, there was still nothing he had said yes to. Meanwhile, Eddie had accumulated a few snacks in his free arm. 

“Did you see anything you liked?” Eddie asked.

“I saw too much,” Buck responded. “There were so many things that looked good, I don’t know what to pick.”

“You can pick more than one thing,” he told Buck, hoping that would make it easier for him to pick something.

“There’s still so many choices though.” Buck complained, to which Eddie chuckled. “I cannot believe you are laughing at my misery. I am literally suffering and you’re over here laughing. This is ridiculous.”

“Please, for the love of god, just pick something.” His tone was playful as he spoke. 

Buck simply rolled his eyes at them but left them standing at the front of the store while he went to grab something. He ended up back at Eddie’s side with only a drink in hand. This gets him yet another confused look. 

“What?” he asked. “You’re looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“You’re the one that wanted food and you came back with only a drink.”

“I know but I’ll just steal some of yours.” 

“What makes you think that I’m going to share with you anyways?”

“Because you love me.”

“Whatever.”

Eddie rolled his eyes but made his way up to the register, anyways. They end up walking out of the store with two bags in hand and Buck following right behind him. 

Once back at the car, Buck sat on the hood of the car, leaning against the glass of the windshield. Eddie remained in his spot, right beside him. One by one he pulled various bags of food out of the bag and handed Buck his soda. After everything is set out in front of them, they pull out their phone and put on music. 

The two eat and talk, enjoying the cool summer breeze in the calmness of the world around them. Time seemed to slip away through their fingertips. 

“I love nights like these,” Buck said to Eddie before placing a chip into his mouth. 

“Like what?” he asked. 

“Like this.” Buck gestured towards both Eddie and the world as if it was enough of an answer. “Existing with you like there is nobody else that matters. It’s my favorite. You’re my favorite.”

“I like this too.” Eddie said, staring into the sky at the stars shining down on them. Even if they were both merely a fraction of the entire universe, they were the whole universe to each other. “Every moment that I get to spend with you is amazing. Whether we’re talking or just driving, I love it. Before I found you, it felt like there was a part of me that was missing. Now that I found you, I know just how full life can really be.”

The conversation fizzled out not long after that, leaving nothing but the music to fill the silence. Two songs played in their entirety uninterrupted before a third song came on. 

“Oh this is my favorite,” Buck said as he jumped up. He extended his hand to help pull Eddie up. 

The song is slower than any of the ones that had played previously. Eddie wasn’t paying much attention to the words because all of his attention was on Buck who was placing his hands on Eddie’s waist. Matching him, he brought his arms up, wrapping them around Buck’s neck. 

The light post above them acted as a spotlight as the two danced around the parking lot. As the song played, Eddie grew more and more relaxed with each passing second. Carefree and enjoying the moment with the person he loves. 

At one point, Buck managed to spin Eddie causing him to laugh. But like with all songs, the end came eventually and the song faded into nothingness. It had given way to a faster and more upbeat song but the pair didn’t care. They continued to slow dance to their own beat. They slowly ended their dance but stayed close to each other, not wanting the moment to truly end. Eddie looked down into Buck’s eyes, smiling. 

“That was… amazing.” He whispered, happiness laced his voice as he spoke. 

Without a moment of hesitation, Buck stood on his tiptoes as his lips met Eddie’s. He felt him smile against their lips before returning the kiss. 

Eddie is the first to pull away, with a smile on his face yet again, telling Buck everything that he needed to know. The two stand like that for a moment, foreheads resting against each other, allowing themselves to continue to soak up the moment.

“Thank you for an amazing night.”

“Who says the night is ending?” Buck asked. “The night is still young, Eddie! Our adventure isn’t over yet.”

hey divas, this is my first time writing buddie so i was mostly just messing around with their dynamic. i hope to write more in the future bc this was lowk so much fun to write

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might dabble in 911 fic writing as i continue to watch the show. would any of u be interested in that???

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about that boy ✐ᝰ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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an: tw for homo\transphobia, fighting, implied/referenced abuse. it gets heavy for a moment. wc: 1,320

After a few moments, the door was pulled open and Erik was suddenly face to face with his mother for the first time in years. Kristina looked between her two children standing in front of her, stunned.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come here,” she says after a second. “Come in.”

She pulls the door open wider for the two of them to walk in. Wille spared a quick glance over at Erik, unsure of if they should go in or not. Their brother gave them a small nod before following their mother inside, Wille followed closely behind him. 

As they walked through the house towards the kitchen, Erik took in every detail he could. Everything remained so eerily familiar to how it was when he was living there but somehow it couldn’t be more different. The walls were lined with the same pictures - various shots of Erik and Wille when they were little. There were some new additions at the end of the hall that Erik had never seen before. They were of a teenage Wille that looked so familiar yet it felt like he was looking at a stranger. He didn't know his sibling during this time and seeing pictures of them seemed to cause the guilt he had managed to push down to resurface.

Once in the kitchen, Erik took his place directly next to Wille, just like he promised he would. Their father was seated at the kitchen table and carefully studied them as they walked in.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice was monotone as he spoke.

“Mama texted me earlier today,” Wille told him. Erik is able to tell that Wille is trying to keep their voice just as monotone as their fathers was. 

“I did,” Kristina said. “I just wasn’t expecting you guys to come all the way out here.”

“I figured it would be better to do this face to face.” A sudden confidence seemed to fill Wille. “You wanted to talk. Let’s talk.”

“Your father and I always wanted what was best for you two,” Kristina started. “But Wille, when we saw the articles about you, calling you gay, we knew that it wasn’t the son we raised. It’s not too late to change. You could move back here to get your head on straight.”

Wille was stunned as each word hit their ears. They weren’t sure what to expect from this conversation but it sure as hell wasn’t this. 

“You don’t need to fucking change them,” Erik said with his voice raised, taking over for Wille. “I hoped and prayed that you had learned with me and you would’ve treated Wille better. I hoped more than anything that you would be better parents for them than you were for me. You don’t need to change them. You just needed to love them for who they are. It’s the bare fucking minimum, but you can’t even fucking do that.”

“Is this about that boy?” Kristina asked. There is a slight annoyance in her voice that both of her kids pick up on. “I thought you got over that years ago.”

“No!” Wille shouted, startling everyone in the room. “This isn’t about Isaiah. This isn’t about Simon. This is about me because I am finally in a good spot in my life. Surrounded with good people. I am not going to let you take that away from me just because you don’t like it. You no longer get a say in my life. That stopped the moment you told me not to see Isaiah anymore. That stopped the moment you told me that my feelings for him were ‘gross’ and unnatural’. That fucking stopped the first time you said you could fix me. I had to lie to you and myself for years. I had to pretend I only liked girls because it was what you wanted. But I don’t have to do what you want anymore. I don’t have to. I’m finally free from you and I came here tonight because I wanted you to see that.”

After taking a second to breathe, Wille turned and walked out of the house leaving Erik and their parents standing silently in the kitchen. Then, once again, it was Erik’s turn to talk. 

“You made my life a living hell, even after I first moved out. I am not going to sit here and let you do the same to them. Stay out of their life. They don’t need you in it anymore. Not to change them. Not to fix them. They are fucking perfect just the way they are and it sucks that you cannot see that. I am going to love them just the way they are but know that you are losing out on one hell of a kid because you’re so far up your own ass to see how happy they are. How happy I am.”

Then it was Erik’s turn to walk away. He heard his father calling after him but he didn't stop. He kept  going until he found Wille sitting on the front step with tears streaming down their face. Erik immediately went up to them and gave them the tightest hug possible. 

“I am so proud of you, Wille.” Erik whispered. 

At first the ride back was quiet, both Erik and Wille were still processing what had happened. Erik was confident that this would be the last time he saw their parents. He was content with the way things ended, having finally said what he’d been wanting to say for years. But he wasn’t sure what Will was thinking. Wille had never been one to give up on anything they didn’t think was through. Erik hoped, for Wille’s sake, that they would stop trying for a relationship. He couldn't stand to watch them get hurt by their own parents over and over again. Through the past few years, while minimal, Wille still had more contact with their parents than Erik did. Part of him wanted it to stay that way. Minimal.

“I don’t want to see them again,” Wille said out of nowhere almost as if they’d been reading Erik's mind. 

“Then you don’t have to, W.” Erik told their little sibling. “You’ve come so far since moving out. I know I wasn’t in your life for the beginning of that but you’ve come so far from the person you were  when we reconnected. You are so much more comfortable in yourself and so much more confident. You literally just stood up to our parents. That takes a lot. The old Wille never would’ve been able to do what you just did.”

“I think them bringing up Isaiah was the reason I said anything.” Wille admitted. “I think it was because I let them change me, but I am not letting the same thing happen with Simon. I'm not going to lose him because I’m scared of our parents.”

“Have you talked to Isaiah at all?” Erik asked out of pure curiosity. He didn’t know much, aside from what Wille had told him, but it seemed like Isaish had been good for them at the time.

“No,” they answered, shaking their head. “I always wondered what would happen if I did but, I could never bring myself to actually do it. I think I was scared of how he’d react. Now it’s just been so long it’s not necessary. Life moved on for the both of us and I'm okay with that. It’s the reason I am where I am now and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. I have Simon now.”

Nothing more is said after that. A comfortable silence hangs over the pair for the rest of the drive. Erik took a glance over at Wille every now and again, just to make sure they look okay. And they do. Erik knew they’ll be alright, especially with Simon by their side. 

synopsis: anonymity was something that had always been a top priority for wilhelm. keeping their personal life and their author life entirely separate. that was, until they met simon. anonymity slowly began feeling like lies and it was only a matter of time until it all came tumbling down.

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an: tw for implied homophobia and implied reference to past depression. coming back w a banger ig. wc: 968

Erik was out of breath from practically sprinting from his apartment to where their sibling said they would be. He quickly spotted them sitting on a bench near the edge of the park. As he approached, he realized that Wille was in even worse condition than he thought. 

In recent years, Erik had picked up on a little habit that Wille had. Whenever their parents were in their life, they had a tendency to make themself smaller - literally and figuratively. It was almost like they were scared to make a noise, scared to breathe, and even scared to exist. Erik absolutely hated seeing Wille like that - all broken. It was made worse by the fact it was at the hands of the people who were supposed to love them unconditionally. They weren’t supposed to make their own kid feel like that. 

As soon as he walked up to them, he took a seat beside them. It didn’t take a genius to see the pure fear in his younger siblings eyes. 

“Wille, it’s going to be okay.” Erik said, his eyes meeting Wille’s for the first time. 

“What if it isn’t?” They ask, not necessarily looking for an answer. “What if somehow they find a way to fuck everything up. You weren’t there, Erik. You weren’t there when things were bad.”

“Tell me then. I can’t know unless you tell me.” Erik’s voice is filled with not only a level of concern that Wille has never heard from him but also a deep level of caring. Wille knew that their brother just wants to make sure they’re okay. 

“Okay, I guess we’re doing this then. Nobody knows about this.” Wille replied after a moment. They take a deep breath before speaking again. “Back when I was 16, two years after you moved out, I met a boy. His name was Isaiah and he was… he was everything to me.”

Erik can sense where this is going. If he knows anything about Wille and their parents, this story wouldn’t have a nice ending. 

“We were basically glued to each other's side. He was my best friend and the first person I really found myself trusting,” Wille continued. “But it quickly became more than that, he made the world feel bearable. But, um, after a few months of us seeing each other mama and dad found out. They told me I wasn’t allowed to see him anymore. We tried, though. We’d sneak places during school or at night just to be with each other. It started to turn bad because we were sneaking. Hiding. Isaiah didn’t like that, so he left. Because of what they made us do, he left. I can’t really blame him but that day I lost the only person I had left because of them. I had never felt more alone than I did then. I wasn’t as close with any of my friends, he was truly all I had outside of the house. What if they take Simon away from me too? I can’t let them do that again. I love Simon. I can’t lose him, Erik. I don’t think I’d survive that again.”

Only once they’re done talking, does Wille look over at Erik. They see that they aren’t the only one with tears in their eyes. For some reason, Erik always knew his parents weren’t great towards him but he always hoped they’d be better for Wille. Wille deserved better. 

“That’s not going to happen with Simon.” Erik reassured their sibling. “Have you seen the way Simon looks at you? He looks at you like you’re responsible for hanging all of the stars in the sky. I highly doubt anything would drive him away, even our parents. You’ve built this whole wonderful life for yourself, Wille. They can’t take that from you.”

Wille shrugs, not believing much of what Erik said. They know that Simon loves them but how much Simon would be willing to go through for them was still up in the air. They aren’t sure if Simon's love for him would be able to survive their parents' hate for anything that brings them joy. 

The car ride to their parents house is anything but quick and minutes seem to turn into hours. Wille is so deep in thought that Erik swore he could hear the wheels turning inside their brain. Not a single word is uttered from the both of them the entire drive. Two hours of a long drawn out silence fills the space instead.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally pull into the driveway of their parents house. Wille froze as Erik stepped out of the car. The idea of confronting their parents sounded like a dream until it became a reality. Of course their brother noticed this and stepped back into the car.

“We don’t have to do this, Wille.” He reassured his sibling that what they’re about to do is up to them. Erik would support whatever choice that they made. He would be standing right next to them if they choose to go inside or they will turn the car and drive away as soon as Wille says the words. 

“I want to.” Wille responded after a moment. “I think I have to. I owe it to myself after everything they’ve done.”

“Then let's do this.” Erik climbed out of the car once again and this time, Wille followed him. 

The pair walk up the pathway that leads to the door. In some strange way, Wille still felt like they were walking home. Except this home isn’t the one they’ve made and it is not a good feeling. As soon as they step up onto the top step, Erik’s hand made contact with the door as a knock rings out. 

It was actually happening. 

synopsis: anonymity was something that had always been a top priority for wilhelm. keeping their personal life and their author life entirely separate. that was, until they met simon. anonymity slowly began feeling like lies and it was only a matter of time until it all came tumbling down.

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for my jews of nazi vienna class i’m writing my final paper on a jewish women’s swim team that existed during this time, 3 of the girls boycotted the 1936 berlin olympics. and the president and one of the trainers got all of the girls out of the german reich safely.

if anyone wants to read it, lmk! i’m sharing it with a bunch of ppl when it’s done!

[princequeerik]

Ekerö kyrka (church) where they filmed the first episode…it’s down this long road and it was cold and dark out but totally worth it!

oh my god. it’s so gorgeous there.

i want to go to sweden so bad 💔💔