#eddiesgaymustache

[iinryer]

a little scene prompt game to get me writing!

from @eddiesgaymustache: “what about 3....... 😳🤝🫠 or 🌈🦭✨ ........ the world is your oyster”

[😳🤝🫠 + 3: hiding face in neck]

“Don’t think I can’t see that!” Chim calls, sing-songy and bright, from where he’s making his way to the kitchen.

Eddie tears himself away and immediately tucks his hands under his own arms, face burning. Buck just makes a disgruntled sound from where he’s been dozing with his head tilted against the back of the sofa for the past fifteen minutes, now awoken and obviously confused.

“Oh god, what are they doing now,” Hen drops her book down from where she was reading at the table, holding her empty coffee cup up for Chim to grab over her shoulder on his way past. Despite the implication of reproach, her tone is much too gleeful for Eddie’s liking. He narrows his eyes at her. She grins lazily back at him.

“I was literally asleep!” Buck groans—whines, maybe—scrubbing at his eyes, “What did I do!”

“PDA!” Chimney shouts, head in the cabinet where he’s rummaging around, before emerging with a jar of peanut butter and continuing, “PDA is what you did!”

Hen makes a disappointed tsk tsk tsk sound, putting on an air of aloofness and pretending as though she’s already returned to reading her book when she adds, “We did have an agreement,”

“The agreement!,” Chimney echoes, clenching a fist theatrically, “is nothing sacred in this house?”

“Ugh,” Buck pouts, matching Chimney’s energy, “you’re so dramatic. We’re not allowed to sit next to each other anymore?”

Eddie sinks a little into the sofa, absolutely burning with the flush across his face.

“Sitting, I can forgive. But hand-holding?,” Chim says, closing a drawer as punctuation, “I dare say that’s a public display of affection, little brother,”

Buck’s posturing immediately melts into sleepy fondness as his gaze snaps to Eddie, and says, “Aw… you were holding my hand?”

Which just causes Hen and Chim to break out into a chorus of gagging and groaning.

“Alright, alright,” Bobby placates from where he’s cresting the stairs to the loft, amusement clearly painted across his put-upon captain’s demeanor, “I think they have a right to a little unobtrusive hand holding,”

“Excuse you!” Chim says with mock affront, pointing with the spoonful of peanut butter he’s just scavenged, “It is my right—nay, my privilege—nay! My duty! My privileged duty, as newly minted brother, to embarrass one Evan Buckley,”

Eddie opens his mouth to argue that Buck is not the only one being embarrassed here, when Chimney directs his peanut butter scepter Eddie’s way and adds,

“And if his boyfriend gets caught in the crossfire,” he pauses for dramatic effect, before decreeing with a lofted spoon: “so be it!”

And the thing is, it’s new.

The boyfriend of it all.

And it just makes his flush blaze anew as something pleased and hungry and elated blooms so strongly and suddenly in his chest and has to fold over into Buck.

“Ohh, that got you, huh?” Buck coos, teasing and affectionate and full of love as he wraps an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, easily accepting the way Eddie tucks his face into the juncture of his shoulder and neck to hide his blush.

The heckling picks up, Buck shakes with laughter underneath him, and Eddie snakes his arm across Buck’s lap to grasp onto his hand again.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

It’s Sunday here are some sentences…… @eddiesgaymustache @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @shitouttabuck @homerforsure @iinryer @colonoscopys if you have any sentences to share…

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They drive home together after the earthquake. To Eddie's house. It's not home yet at this point in time but it will be shortly, and it's so much his home it's like an infection, spreading back to this moment so it's true even then. Christopher talks about dinosaurs and dogs and how boy deers are called bucks.

“Boy rabbits, too,” Buck grins in the rear view at an adorable, astonished little face.

Chris is asleep by the time they reach the househome but Eddie nods Buck inside anyway, puts his kid to bed and brings a couple of beers out to the couch.

“Is LA always like this?” He laughs a little around the question, tired.

“Like what?”

Eddie shrugs. “Grenades and earthquakes.”

“I had to climb up a roller coaster, once,” Buck says. “And a plane crashed in the ocean.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, laughs again, nervous this time. It's wild that he can be nervous. Buck didn't think he was capable of it. He's so human, suddenly, sitting here in a half dark living room, a real person who exists who could be Buck's friend.

“Do you want my house keys?” He asks, at the same time Eddie asks “How did those go?”

“What?” Eddie asks, and “People died. Bobby almost drowned,” Buck says.

“Jesus,” Eddie says. “Do I want your house keys?”

“In case something happens,” Buck says.

“Grenades and earthquakes,” Eddie says.

And car crashes. A boy dog is called a dog, as far as he knows. “Mhm.”

Eddie sighs. Not put upon, just, like, a heavy exhale. “Sure. I'll make you a spare.”

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“I asked you if you were in love with him.” There's a devastated wrinkle to Tommy's mouth, a heartbroken furrow in his brow. “Months ago, I asked you-”

“I'm sorry,” the bad dog whines. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know-”

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[half-bakedboy]

Jee Yun and Eddie playing princesses inspired by one single static frame by signetsealed on AO3.

A gift to @gayeddieagenda from @eddiesgaymustache for @911Actions 🤗🥰

[meepmoopdraws2]

Complicated Creation - Eddie Diaz

Prompt submission from @eddiesgaymustache for @iinryer

This is a prompt fill for the @911actions gotcha for 🍉 fundraiser. Submissions have closed but you can still support the families here

I haven’t made an edit since January. My audio spazzed out when I exported it, and the timing of my captions ran away for some reason cause I swear it WAS fine… anyway I love this song too much I had to.

[iinryer]

yes your son is asking to cut in. no neither of you can leave. this is a three person waltz now, keep up!

buck and eddie dancing with chris at their wedding, for my darlingest dearest @eddiesgaymustache 😚💕

this is a prompt fill with the @911actions gotcha for gaza—the submission period has come to an end, but you can still donate to a good cause!

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz for fuck it Friday! Going to put it under a cut for pet death and the Wells situation, so I'll put my tags up here: @iinryer @bigfootsmom @shitouttabuck @eddiesgaymustache @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

A dog- 

Some guy on a rollercoaster doesn’t take Buck’s hand. Lets go of Buck’s hand. He doesn’t really remember if they actually touched, if he felt the warmth of a palm or sweat on fingers. He hit the ground hard and very far away. It’s funny — not haha — that rollercoasters have cars. 

They kept talking after they fucked. Him and the therapist. She asked him more stuff. His tongue felt all weird and numb as he talked. Where'd you grow up Pennsylvania, what did your parents do they were teachers, what was your childhood like it was fine I don't know I guess it was fine, did you have any traumatic experiences uh I don't know, any losses I had a brother, how did he die what, how did your brother die?

Buck blinks. “I didn't have a brother. I-” he blinks again. “I had a dog.” He swallows around his buzzing teeth, licks his dry lips. “He got hit by a car.”

This is when he thinks about the rollercoaster car thing. After the therapist, when he's in the bathroom naked but instead of getting in the shower he's just kind of standing there breathing weird. Laughing. Not really laughing. It's not really funny. 

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz for seven sentence Sunday! I don’t have much new to share so I’m just going to post a screen shot of the autobiography twine game…

Tagging @shitouttabuck @bigfootsmom @rewritetheending @homerforsure @eddiesgaymustache @iinryer @ anyone who wants to share something! Old or new, do some self promo, brag a little! I’ve barely had time to look for fics lately what have you done recently what are the recs…..