#||Reply||:Daffy

[blindedguilt]

((from @booksofthelibrary ))

The young girl runs up behind the boy and sprays him playfully with a little bit of water. A harmless prank as she giggles before handing him a brand new net that she made for him. A 'R' carved into its handle.

"happy birthday!"

::RIVERSAL

"Waaah...!!" A sharp squeal erupted from the boy at the feeling of cold water on his back, the momentarily cry of shock quickly turning to a string of bright giggles as he flicked back a few drips from his hair towards Daffy. "Oi, you!! I'll get you for that, you know! You better watch your back, miss..."

He could hardly say he was displeased at her betrayal so much as pleased he had someone to play with! His brothers tried, but could never fully get in on his games, whether it be through confusion or other business they had to attend to.

Admittedly, though he would never say it out loud, he secretly felt rather jealous, perhaps even upset at the news of her getting together with Lukhege when he had initially found out. It was frustrating, in a way - he had finally found himself a friend to play with, and for what? ...Yet, even despite those initial worries, he was glad to be further comforted in the thought that he hadn't been forgotten by her presence with him that day.

The once beaming smile faded with the momentary rush of excitement and into curiosity as he was offered the finely crafted net. "Oh...This is..." A soft red creeped up to his cheeks with a sheepish, somewhat awkward look to his smile as he idly turned it over in his hands. It would have seemed forced in a way that he was trying to smile if not for the faint twinging at the corners of his lips threatening to break out into a wide grin. For someone who was usually so excitable, it seemed Riversal in particular had the most trouble accepting gifts - even compared to his younger brother Laum, who, while sheepish, was always capable of clearly showing his gratitude. Riversal, however...

The boy's long coat swayed as he rocked back and forth once on his heels, unable to fully look the other in the eyes as he spoke in a quiet, awkward little peep. "Thank you, Daffy... This is... Nice. Um...! Thank you. Well..."

Promptly, he spun on his heel, took a few awkwardly shuffled steps, and sat with his back turned and his feet spread to either side of the net he held between his legs. Though she couldn't see it, it wasn't hard to guess how red his face must have been as part of the kind gesture.

"...Come back later," He said suddenly, a flatly dismissive, determined tone to his voice, "I have something to think about." One of his tricks, now involving his new present, most like. "Thanks... Again."

His next words, though meant to be spoken in a tease, came off as nothing but a half-hearted suggestion in all his distraction. They were nothing more than a mouthed, near-inaudible whisper as he stared and plucked idly at the strings of the net with his fingers, too deep in thought to even notice the water dripping from his hair, much less to speak. "...Go chat with your boyfriend..."

Whatever could he be plotting? Whoever could he be plotting against? Riversal didn't speak, and sat there deep, deep in thought for a very long time.

"Hah! Got you!!"

...Ah, poor Leonard. It seemed that he had been chosen the unfortunate victim of his prank that evening. From a distance, the small Riversal could be seen standing triumphantly atop his older brother's back like a proud hunter with his prey. Leonard, conversely, would have been near invisible if not for his large form and the striking beige of his coat against the greenery of the forest. The poor hermit laid cruelly fettered on the ground, all that was visible being the blond of the head that laid face-down and the shoulders of both arms spread on either side. The net that had toppled him should have been relatively easy to remove from the foot tangled within it - his brother that stood on his back, however, was not.

"Please, release me at once!" The muffled plea sounded from the ground. With a dramatically boisterous laugh, Riversal's hands found themselves resting smugly atop his hips.

"No! I've got you, now, brother~!"

"Riversal! Please!!" A bit more insistence in his tone, and enough in a voice as deep as his to make the now 11-year-old almost immediately jump out of his skin and straight to the side of his ailing brother.

"Sorry, sorry! I'm sorry!!" Riversal was the one pleading now, his tone as frantic and shaky as his hands as he removed the trap net from Leonard's back. The eldest looked pale as he sat up on his knees, deathly silent in the face of his younger brother's apologies and concerns as to his wellbeing - his eyes were screwed tightly shut. He seemed shaken, with his shortness of breath, Laum noticed with a tiny frown.

...Maybe he was claustrophobic? Poor brother.

[daffi-990]

Dare you to write it

Maybe I will 👀

[argentumvolvi]

((From @booksofthelibrary cause no shoes baby))

❝ i quite like the way mud feels underfoot ❞

"Well... Nothing bad ever came from getting your feet a little dirty, I suppose."

It took only a few moments before the slight tug of a smile on his face had grown into a fully-formed grin, and Urick was unable to help but recall a number of fine things from the years before - how Nowe, having just been taken under Oror's care, had so eagerly done the same to the disdain of the Knights, how he himself had commonly played in the mud himself as a child at the orphanage - surprisingly, it was a comfort in the sense that his previous worries of an orphan wandering the streets of the City of Rust were proven null with the reminder that she was, in nearly every sense he had seen so far, just like him. A girl with no family or home from what he was aware, but still a girl. Absentmindedly, Urick flicked the last few stray drops of rain from his hair. It was only a sprinkle, now, but veil enough for the meantime. His head turned briefly upwards towards the gradually clearing sky, and then just as quickly down towards the girl he watched with some sense of curiosity that ran as deep as his nostalgia. ...He wasn't sure exactly why she seemed so intent on following him this far, Urick was. Then again, he very well might have enabled it with his own concern - he had thought that simply giving her room in an inn to stay for the night would be enough and he could have been on his way, but surprisingly, she had somehow managed to find her way back to him that very next day to thank him. It was a sweet gesture, he had recalled, though the question of how she managed to find him was a perpetual bother on his mind. Still, she had arrived that day, and then he had occasionally spotted her the next as well. He certainly didn't mind her presence, and in fact had even welcomed it on rainy days such as this, but the possibility of a spy being sent from the Knights - or even that Yaha - was one that had slowly begun to creep into his mind. That the girl merely seemed innocent enough wasn't justification on its own terms was something even Urick had struggled to accept. What could he do? He liked to think he was above harming a child, knew he was when it was merely fear and idle suspicion he was faced with, and as much as he didn't like the thought, the "Masked Man" of the City of Rust was certainly confident in his ability to take on a few Knights if they ever should be called in to take him down... ...But more than that, and he had grown unfortunately well-aware of it, his conscience simply wouldn't allow himself to keep going without some certainty that child was safe. He knew it well - he didn't want to run away and leave an innocent, this time a young girl, to the wolves again. For that, he decided to keep her company... At least, for however long she would have wanted. Still, he wanted to ask, not just in his own paranoia but genuine curiosity: Who was she? Where did she come from? Such a carefree demeanour didn't suggest a hard life without parents or family, but then again - he would know - most orphans were just that. Still, she didn't seem like anyone from anywhere he was familiar with, even during his time in the Knights. Urick wanted to ask, but knew it wouldn't be fair. Not without his own story to give in fair exchange; something he had no plans to tell at any other time. A hand ran through his hair - far more damp-feeling than he would have liked. Urick finally stood up and dusted himself off. What a boon to have found an inn willing to keep them from the rain for so little a cost that he would have just as well assumed to be welcome company. Unwelcome words and rumours on the street often stilted his luck in finding a place to stay in the few times he actually needed it (It had always been a risk compared to sleeping on the streets, he had come to find, though the existence of a young tag-along couldn't be helped), but as he had so recently learned, some of the resulting fear could actually come in useful for those too cowardly to say "No." "Hey, Daffodil," Urick called over his shoulder to get her attention. "I'll be heading inside now. Feel free to follow whenever you're ready."

"Remember, watch your steps when coming in. You never know who might be watching... Oh- And one more thing: Be sure not to catch yourself a cold out in this rain here, either. It isn't easy to care for someone when you're on the streets, and I would hate to have you running ill." The door closed behind him with an eerie creak, and Urick continued on.

[theotherbuckley]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings 💜

So I had an idea for a new fic. Not sure if I’m actually gonna write it because I have 7 assignments and 2 tests to do over the next month but I just had this idea and I thought it was funny so here’s a snippet.

(Or Eddie gets transported back in time and meets Buck 1.0 at a bar)

“You keep staring at me.” Buck’s voice comes from beside him and he startles.

“I uh—“

Buck chuckles. “So, you wanna buy me a drink or do you wanna get out of here?”

What? Is Buck… hitting on him?

Eddie frowns at him. “I’m not uh—“

Buck rolls his eyes. “Really? You gonna pretend you haven’t been checking me out all night? Please,” he scoffs.

“I-I have a kid!” Eddie splutters out. Seriously Eddie?

Buck's eyes light up and his whole expression changes. He looks more like the Buck Eddie knows.

“I love kids!”

Eddie fights the urge to say I know. “His name is Christopher… he’s e—“ shit how old is Chris now? “Six?”

Buck furrows his eyebrows. “You sound mighty sure about that, man.”

Fuck now Buck thinks he’s a bad parent. “No, no, sorry uh yeah he’s six.” Eddie takes out his phone to show Buck the picture of Chris saved to his Lock Screen. Chris is so small in the photo — his red glasses are slightly too big for his face and he’s holding onto his blue crutches that had dinosaur stickers plastered all over them. Damn, Eddie really misses those days. Well, he supposes he’s got them back now.

“He’s super adorable,” Buck says, beaming, and Eddie knows he means it. Buck raises his hand to signal the bartender. “Question still stands though, drink?”

He shouldn’t… “Um, sure.”

Bucks eyes widen. “You’re—you’re not married are you?”

Eddie hesitates… technically. “Uh…”

“Oh shit! Sorry!” Buck is quick to apologise.

Eddie shakes his head, “No, no I haven’t seen my wife in… a few years? She left us.” And she’s dead in another universe but that’s a bit more complicated to explain.

“Sucks man. Her loss is my gain though,” he says, and there’s that smirk again. Eddie wants to kiss that smirk off his face. What? “I’m Buck, by the way,” Buck says, stretching his arm out.

I know, you’re my best friend. “Eddie,” he replies, shaking his hand.

“I look forward to getting to know you,” Buck says, his eyes wandering over Eddie’s body lustfully.

Eddie swallows. This was so not what he signed up for.

Not that he’s complaining.

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[diazsdimples]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

I'm getting to everyone's snippets tonight, I promise! I'm a few days behind cause lectures have just started up again 😬 tagged for Tuesday by @thewolvesof1998 and @elvensorceress thank you friends 🫶. Also I'm updating my taglist for the first time ever so please interact with this post if you want to be on it!

Figured I should probably get cracking on my 7x06 spec fic before the episode comes out so please enjoy a bit of Buck getting roasted by his best friend and boyfriend.

Eddie frowns, looking a little confused. “I thought you guys were all good?” “We are,” Buck replies, his eyes never leaving his parents as he watches them greet guests, both looking the brightest and bubbliest he’s seen them in years. From afar he’s sure they look like a regular, happy older couple enjoying their daughter’s wedding, but Buck can’t hide the way seeing them still makes his gut twist uncomfortably. Tommy snorts beside him, bringing him back to reality. “Except Evan decided it was a good idea not to mention me until today” Eddie does a little double take, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. “Wait, you haven’t told them yet?” “I’m gonna go find Denny,” Christopher announces, bored of listening to the adults. “Is that okay, Dad?” “Yeah, of course bud. See you in a bit,” Eddie says, ruffling Christopher’s hair. The three of them watch as he shoots off, making his way towards Hen, Karen and Denny as fast as his legs can carry him. When he’s safely out of earshot, Eddie rounds on Buck again, fixing him with an incredulous look. “Seriously, Buck, in what world did you think springing this on them today was a good idea?” “That’s what I said!” Tommy says, flicking Buck a smirk as he squeezes his side. “Hey, you’re meant to be on my side!” Buck protests, elbowing Tommy in the ribs, but it’s all forgiven when Tommy brushes a light kiss against Buck’s temple.  “And I didn’t want to tell them in person, I thought doing it like this would be… easier,” Buck finishes lamely, aware of how delusional he’s sounding. “Uh huh, cause telling your parents big, life changing things has always been easy in person hasn’t it,” Eddie deadpans, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyebrow at Buck in a way that screams you’re an idiot and you know it. “Listen, I wasn’t exactly thinking -” “Clearly,” Tommy and Eddie say in unison, turning to one another with shit-eating grins as Buck gives them both a flat look, before continuing.  “- but, I didn’t want them to gripe at me and say they would have rather heard it face to face than from behind a phone.” “I think they probably would have had a go at you either way, honestly,” Eddie says with a sympathetic shrug, and he reaches over to squeeze Buck’s shoulder. Buck sighs and burrows closer into Tommy’s side, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Tommy runs his hand down Buck’s spine, rubbing at each spinous process as he encourages Buck to relax. Buck softens a little, biting back a whine as Tommy nuzzles his nose against Buck’s hairline.  “You’re probably right,” he admits with a sigh. He’d really wanted nothing more than to heal his relationship with his parents but turns out it takes more than a little lightning strike and some shitty therapy sessions to mend years of trauma.

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[sibylsleaves]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @devirnis & @daffi-990

this is just a teeny sneak preview of what I hope will be the follow-up to the fic I posted yesterday. I technically haven't started it yet but this dialogue came to me perfectly intact and I literally had to whip out my phone and write it down while I was on a walk.

Tommy blows out a heavy breath. “Well, Diaz, you’ve landed us in a real goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.” “What?” Tommy blinks at him. “Brokeback Mountain? No?”   “Never saw it." Tommy sighs again. “We’ve gotta get you up on your gay cinema, dude. I mean, now that you’re, uh…” He trails off. Eddie’s chest goes tight.  “Anyway,” Tommy says, shaking his head. “I’m saying you’re putting me in a real difficult spot, here.” “I know,” Eddie replies miserably.

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[watchyourbuck]

hey~ no10 from the prompt list, if you feel like it~ 💛

Eddie knew Buck like the back of his hand.

No, that was an understatement. He knew him like his own heartbeat.

Every single look, or stance, or smile. Every single thought. Buck could bend over backwards trying to hide something from him, but he could only ever do it unsuccessfully. Eddie knew Buck. The real Buck.

So, truly, it shouldn’t have been such a shock.

“Who is he?”

Buck seemed taken aback, momentarily stunned by three simple words. “E-excuse me?”

“The guy,” Eddie continued, his body on automatic and his thoughts far. “The one leaving hickeys on your neck. Who is he?”

The indifference of it all made the firehouse cold, sending a chill up and down Buck’s spine. His eyes turned to Eddie, who kept stacking supplies.

It’s not that he didn’t have an answer. A name, more accurately. But still, how did he know?

Silence invaded their space, like a drama scene from a movie where the backgrounds blurs. It was uncomfortable, a hollow little piece of dialogue he wasn’t aware he was assigned.

It must’ve been too long. Eddie’s arms went down, the pile of bandages forgotten, just mere inches away from his face. “Who is he, Buck?”

“No one,” he replied, much more centered this time.

The change in tone made Eddie purse his lips, suddenly aware of the fact that he was being pushed off. Buck didn’t wanna tell him.

He nodded, a minor scoff creeping up his throat. His mouth bent downwards. “No one you wanna tell me about.”

The implication was broad, and pointy. Buck was dating, or he wasn’t. He was in love, or he wasn’t. The only safe haven was that he was fucking. Eddie would put his hands to the fire on that one.

Ironic, innit?

“Could be a she,” Buck said, avoiding his stare.

“No, it couldn’t.”

“How do you know?”

Because I’d mark you like that, too.

Eddie sighed, running his hands through his hair. The rest of the firehouse was running smoothly, completely oblivious to them, or their words. How could anyone not notice Eddie’s heart bleeding into its own?

“Forget it,” he mumbled, short of biting his tongue. There was a moment in time where the beggar had to stop begging; where the needy had to stop needing. It was time. Time to let him go.

Buck’s reached for Eddie’s shoulder, stopping him in place. He added no pressure, so if the man wanted to bail, he could. “You don’t get to do that, Eddie.”

This time, the scoff did come out. Angry and bitter, and all the bad feelings you’re supposed to swallow. “Do what, exactly?”

“Run away.”

“What?”

“He’s no one,” he said rashly, running his tongue over his front teeth. “He can be no one.”

It was tough to follow. Buck’s eyes gave away his feelings, but not the meaning of his words. Eddie frowned, taking a step closer. Buck’s hand fell to the side, brushing along the skin on Eddie’s wrist. “What do you mean?”

Buck blinked, his breathing heavy. It was now or never. He grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him.

Sharp. Fast. Telling.

“If you want me, he can be no one.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Please take this as my Fuck It Friday!

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[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterbuckdiaz 💖

me impatiently waiting for tuesday to share a snippet bc im obsessed with bucktommy rn and after some editing im loving everything i've written in this fic so far and wanna share every word of it asap lmao

here's a bit more, and yes they are talking about the evan thing bc at first it bothered me so much, but it grew on me (with fics and some takes on it i saw and just the more i saw it and thought about it) and now im kinda loving it lol

prev snippet

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“If you wanted me out of my shirt, you should’ve just said so.” he murmurs.

“I want you out of your shirt.” Buck says without hesitation, and Tommy releases a breathless, surprised laugh.

“Suddenly so forward.” he shakes his head, capturing Buck’s lips again. Well, Buck has been kind of shy and flustered with Tommy, but that’s not always how he is, not how he used to be.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Buck grins, and then, still a little hesitantly, places his palm over Tommy’s thigh where it rests over Buck’s knee. Tommy looks at him curiously, and Buck’s grin widens as he pulls his leg up and over his lap, getting Tommy to properly straddle him now, his shirt falling over his back again, as he releases a surprised gasp. “Now that’s better.” he adds, getting used to the unfamiliar weight, Tommy being bigger and heavier than Buck’s used to with his previous partners, obviously, but it- it feels good, right, almost comforting, Tommy’s steady and firm presence surrounding him now. Plus, it is kinda hot, too.

“Evan.” Tommy just says breathlessly, and Buck’s smile softens, one of his hands moving to the side of Tommy’s neck, just resting there.

“You know you’re one of the very few people who call me that?” he whispers, the mood shifting a bit from hot and impatient to soft and warm, and pleasant, and Buck really feels so comfortable with Tommy.

“Yeah, I noticed.” Tommy replies, settling more comfortably, wrapping his arms around Buck’s neck loosely, but his hands play with Buck’s hair lightly. He sits far enough on Buck’s lap that their crotches don’t touch, and Buck’s not sure if he’s happy about that. “Does it bother you?” he asks with a hint of worry.

“No, no, of course not.” Buck rushes to say. If it did, he’d say something. No, it doesn’t bother him. The opposite, in fact. “I actually-” he can’t help a small awed smile. “I think I like it.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Tommy tilts his head curiously, and he’s so cute, and Buck needs to kiss him. So he does. Because he can. And he can’t stop smiling.

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[tizniz]

Several Sentence Sunday ⭐️

I'm still working hard on the Forest Man fic and Recovery, but did you know I wrote and posted a cute lil fic while I had disappeared? Inspired by me and Al discussing breakfast burritos.

Decided I wanna share it and spread the cuteness of Buddie. I'll have more of the Forest Man fic or Recovery on Tuesday for y'all :)

Enjoy!

Brat Burrito (1.1K)

Once it’s closed, Eddie grabs hold of Buck’s hips and backs him up against the counter. “Why are you making us breakfast burritos?” “Well actually,” Buck replies a bit breathlessly at the sudden sign of dominance from Eddie – it always did get him going. “I’m teaching you.” “Why?” Eddie repeats, leaning in to nip at Buck’s jaw, causing him to shiver. “We can order them.”

OR: Just a cute Buddie moment about breakfast burritos.

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[wildlife4life]

Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the super lovely @prosperdemeter2 @gayedmundodiaz @lemonzestywrites @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @cal-daisies-and-briars @buddierights @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @dangerpronebuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz @try-set-me-on-fire and @rogerzsteven Thank so much! Go check out all their snippets and works!

Well would ya'll look at that... I'm actually participating in a tag day with an actual wip and not a coda. Whoa. And even better... Its an NFL Buck snippet! WOOOOO! Want to see more NFL Buck? Please check it all out here!

"So." Karen begins, pulling Hen's attention from the book she's been trying to read for the past week. She quirks an eyebrow at her wife, "So?" "So my boss's son's, partner broke their leg Tuesday after tripping over their 15 year old terrier." Karen explains and Hen can't help but look back towards where Paisley is lounging on the arm chair (Hen's favorite seat that she has lost to that sassy fur ball) with worry. Her wife chuckles reading Hen's internal concern, "Babe, Paisley is as pure bred as they come. We'll be lucky if she makes it to 10." "That pure bred survived an earthquake and a collapsed building. I wouldn't put it past her to make it way past 10 out of spite alone.” Hen remarks, turning back to Karen. Karen rolls her eyes, but gets back on topic, "Anyway. Harris, that's the partner, got their hands on some passes to that super exclusive gay club, The Green Carnation for this Friday." "You mean the place that runs a background check rivaling the FBI, makes every patron sign NDA's, and will blacklist a person from every gay bar from here to Vegas if they break said NDA? The place that is rumored to host not only out celebrities, but also the deeply closeted, tilt the world on it's axis if they ever came out, big names? That gay club?" Hen questions, her excitement starting to rise. Her very sexy and somehow very connected wife smirks, "The very one. And poor Harris just can't fathom trying to hop around on one leg and not drink thanks to their newly acquired pain meds. So they had their partner-" "Your boss's son." Hen remembers, leaning towards Karen, who instinctually gets closer as well. "Karson, with a K, starts to asks around his dads work because you know, we're literal rocket scientist working on very classified information." "Who better to invite to a secret club than those who work on secret projects." "Exactly." Karen's smirk becomes wicked (and very sinful), "And wouldn't you know, the only non-straight and married person around is yours truly." Hen honest to go squeals, loud and bubbling with elation, "You got us passes to The Green Carnation?!" "With a pre-paid drink package. All we have to do is agree to the background check and sign the NDA." Karen replies with a broad grin. Hen can no longer hold herself back and practically tackles her wife with a teeth clattering kiss. Karen, as always, catches her and kisses back 110%. ("So, my 48 off falls on the weekend." Eddie states and he takes notice of Buck's sly grin forming, his boyfriend most likely on the same train of thought, "And since it's still your bye week..." "You want to dance the night away with other secret gays." Evan finishes. Eddie smirks, "And get a private room blow job." The quarterback's smile is almost feral like, "I'll make the reservation." And Eddie watches Buck tap on the contact Florists with the green clover next to it. The phone rings twice before a deep voice comes through the speaker, "State your member id." "Buckley, 201-09-18." "Diaz, 201-09-19." A quick moment of silence, then, "What can The Green Carnation do for you today Mr. Buckley and Mr. Diaz?")

Hmm... Is a certain run in going to happen???? We'll see!!! Hope you all enjoyed!

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

several sentences sunday

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thanks lovelies! <3

more calls fic because i can't share anything else asdfghjkl and this is actually one of my favorite parts

“Yeah?” Buck asks and for some reason he sounds like a little kid, nervous and bashful about how he will be received.

Eddie blinks and settles more comfortably on his side, curling his legs up towards his torso, and imagines Buck lying next to him. He’s not sure why. It’s not something he has ever done or considered before, but also, it isn’t unfamiliar.

They sleep in bunks next to each other at the firehouse, so seeing Buck across from him as he sleeps has happened so often that it has become comforting, but this is different.

This is Eddie picturing Buck on the same couch as him, which probably wouldn’t even be able to hold both of them comfortably, imagining how their knees would knock together and what Buck’s eyes would look like in this light and how Buck might breathe as they touched.

Eddie has never shared space like that with someone other than Shannon.

Guilt ripples through him, cold and sharp and acidic, blunt teeth gnawing on his nerve endings and trying to numb him enough that the automatic processes of life just dissipate.

He pushes it away, shoving it down as far as it can go, and locks it up, throwing it into a dark corner that he doesn’t plan on ever examining again.

“Yeah,” Eddie finally replies, whispering now because this moment suddenly feels sacred and fragile, liquid glass surrounding them in a golden cocoon that can be too easily shifted, and if he talks too loud he might break it, cause it to pool on the floor and run away from them, spooking himself or Buck and that’s the last thing he wants right now.

“Yeah, I–” he pauses, rolling around words in his mouth that feel like sharpened knives and silk ribbons, finally deciding that he can cut himself and then wrap a soft bandage around the hurt just to offer Buck a little more truth tonight. “I just wanna hear you. Think I need that.” Truth truth truth.

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[blindedguilt]

☕️ Daffy to Lukhege. (@booksofthelibrary )

She happily strolls up to him and handing him a matching mug of hot chocolate with a big smile.

Well... This was embarrassing.

Lukhege's cheeks flushed red. Slowly, he lowered the two mugs in his own hands alongside his gaze. It seemed they were a bit too much in the same train of mind — In his hand was a small, modest wooden cup as well, a trail of steam coming out from the top.

"......" Lukhege gave a single nod of acknowledgement. If Daffy were to look much closer, it was certain she’d see the usual spaced out look he got in his eyes when he got too embarrassed. Luke turned his head away, took a breath, and closed his eyes for a short moment before finally speaking - His gaze still somewhat averted.  “... I was looking for you. I thought this would have taken the chill off...” He motioned half-heartedly to the cup in his hands with his head. He seemed to grow less mollified as he went on, fortunately, gradually managing to redirect his gaze back onto her. “It’s a winter specialty from our village. For celebration. We take all what’s left of our preserved berries and gather cloves for the winter to heat over the fire to warm ourselves. Cloves are always difficult to find, but there wasn’t even much of the berries to be made this year. Everything seemed to rot so quickly...” He sighed, then offered a polite smile. “... I did manage to make a cup for you - If you would like. There is little there, so you don’t need to worry yourself about chilling your own drink, either.” A pause. Lukhege gently accepted the offered mug from her hands and peered inside while holding his hand out in offer of his own drink towards Daffy.  “... What is this...?” The colour and texture looked like some sort of thick, brown mud. The white, gooey-looking toppings strewn about it also suggested some kind of deep-run rot, too... Lukhege’s throat grew tight. His nose couldn’t help but scrunch a bit at the thought - Was this even safe? Perhaps a bit hesitantly, he craned his head down and took a sniff. “...” It smelled sweet, and almost to a sickly extent he never recalled having sensed before. Whether that was a positive or negative to his own worries, he couldn’t say, yet... He didn’t know how to explain it, but it didn’t smell dangerous. The cup lifted, lowered a bit, and finally, he took a gulp. “... U-Ugh!?” Was it regret that had slapped him across the face just then? Or possibly bliss? Lukhege’s whole body shuddered, his shoulders jerking a bit as he held back the urge to puke. “It... This is...!!”  There was no denying it tasted good, but... Why in the name of the Gods was it so sweet!? Another small lurch of his body, the boy forcibly swallowing back the bile that rose in his throat through all the oncoming nausea. Luke struggled to regain his composure, taking several deep breaths through tightly shut eyes until he finally felt some semblance of human again. He didn’t want Daffodil to get the wrong idea, but... Almost immediately he straightened up, managing a somewhat humoured, awkward smile to ward off the tension as he tried to speak. “...A little hot, nothing more.”

[daffi-990]

AO3 link?

My A03 link is in my bio ☺️, though I haven’t posted any fic yet (I currently have two WIPs, one is close to being finished).

Hope that’s what you were after 🙂

[honestlydarkprincess]

Inspiration Saturday!

i was tagged by the lovely @daffi-990, @disasterbuckdiaz

okay so i'm terrible at moodboards so i'm just going to give you a snippet, but i was inspired to add angst to the stubble fic >:)

“There’s nothing you can’t tell me,” Eddie said, putting his hand on Buck’s shoulder, his thumb just touching his neck. “I promise.”

“Eddie,” Buck’s voice broke. “I can’t.”

Eddie sighed, looking hurt. “Well, okay then.” He shut the TV off and got up, making his way to the door.

“Where are you going?” Buck asked desperately, jumping up off the couch and following him.

“Home,” Eddie replied, shoving his feet into his shoes morosely.

“You don’t have to leave.”

Eddie clenched his jaw, looking down at the ground for a steadying moment before looking back up at Buck. “Yes, I do. I’ll see you at work on Monday.”

“Eddie—”

But Eddie was already out the door, closing it behind him and when Buck heard the lock turn, his heart shattered.

Fuck.

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[theotherbuckley]

Seven Several Sentence Sunday🥹

I’m writing another chronic pain!Buck fic except this time it’s bucktommy <3

“Evan?” Tommy asks, his voice deep and gravelly. If it were any other day Buck would find that incredibly attractive. Unfortunately he isn’t able to enjoy it. Now that he’s aware of the pain in his leg it only seems to get worse. His leg throbs, it feels like his bones are trying to bully their way out of his flesh. He clenches his eyes shut as he wills his leg to calm down.

“‘M fine,” he gets out through a clenched jaw.

Tommy squints at him, tilting his head to the side. “Evan,” he repeats in a way that Buck knows means he doesn’t believe him for a second.

“Just sore,” Buck says, breathing deeply.

“Your leg?” Tommy asks and Buck simply nods, a tear escaping from his eyes. Tommy raises his hand to his face, gently wiping away the tear drop with his thumb.

“How’d you know?” Buck mumbles, he didn’t think he’d mentioned his pain to Tommy before.

“Ah, Eddie may have mentioned it one time,” Tommy replies.

Buck frowns. “You two talk about me?”

To that Tommy smiles. “‘Course. Had to find out information about the cute firefighter somehow.”

Buck smiles but it comes out more as a grimace as a particularly painful throb makes its way through his leg. “Sorry,” he starts, “I know this wasn’t what you were expecting to wake up to.”

Tommy scrunches his eyebrows at him and Buck wonders if he’s fucked up again. “Evan, are you— are you apologising for being in pain?”

Buck ducks his head. “I—I just— I’m sorry in advance for not being much fun right now.”

Tommy places his fingers under Buck’s chin, tilting his head up so that he’s looking at his eyes. “Hey, you’re in pain, and I’m your boyfriend, that means it’s my job to take care of you now. If you’ll let me?”

“You—you want to take care of me?” Buck says, eyes widening at Tommy.

Tommy frowns again. “Of course I do,” he says, placing a gentle kiss to Buck’s forehead.

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[diazsdimples]

Several Sunday Sentences

It's actually Monday but here's a tiny bit more of Dosed from my Sleepy Mornings Fic. I've started the second morning but it doesn't seem to be flowing as well and chances of me getting anything done before Tuesday or Wednesday what with my test today and birthday tomorrow, I figured I'd share a little bit more of this. Cause they're dumb and I love them.

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“Whassthetime?” he slurred, fumbling for the alarm clock on his bedside table. Buck winced as Eddie knocked it to the ground, the loud bang as the plastic hit the wooden floorboards reverberating through his skull as if someone had clanged a pot next to his ear. “Too early,” Buck replied as he flopped back against the pillows. “How did we get here?” Eddie gave up on the clock and collapsed over the side of the bed with a huff of frustration. Buck turned his head and was met with the bare expanse of his best friend’s shoulder and back, the covers having slipped to just above Eddie’s waist. It was definitely the drugs and dehydration that made Buck’s mouth go a little dry. “I don’t remember,” Eddie whined as he slowly rolled back over to his back with a groan. “Last thing I remember was Athena bringing me home and someone throwing up in my bathroom –“ “That was me, sorry,” Buck winced apologetically. Eddie’s gaze rested on him, and he saw a flash of amusement through the sleepy haze behind Eddie’s warm, brown eyes. “Well, I figured it wouldn’t have been Athena, that would have been unprofessional to say the least,” Eddie smirked as he slowly pushed himself to sit, propping himself up against his pillows. Buck watched as Eddie took a few deep breaths, his face draining of colour as he swallowed thickly. Recognising the signs of someone imminently about to lose their lunch, Buck swiftly grabbed the trash can from the side of the bed, ignoring the way his own stomach lurched at the sudden movement, and thrust it in front of Eddie’s face.

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