#evan/eddie

[writingamarie]

for snippet saturday! here’s what i’ve written today. if i write from any of the other stories maybe i’ll post snippets for them as well. feel free to ask for a specific story snippet and i’ll write for it!

Buck fell back onto Eddie’s bed with a thud, his awkward landing the least graceful sight Eddie had ever witnessed. Despite being on the football team, Buck seemed incapable of maintaining his balance, a testament to the number of drinks he must have consumed before Eddie had intervened. He laughed slightly and slid his arms under Eddie’s pillows to burry his face in the blue cotton pillow case for a moment. When he turned onto his back his arms fell over his face like a shield from the ceiling fan light. A groan escaped Buck's lips—an uncomfortable sound that teetered between a wince and an impending gag.

“This isn’t Chris’s bed,” Buck slurred, his eyes glassy and unfocused during the quick moment he peeked from behind his arms at Eddie.

“Chris’s room is too far from the bathroom,” Eddie said, “I’d rather you not puke all over the floor.”

Getting Buck settled in his bed was the logical choice. His room had an attached bathroom. Eddie sighed, knowing his back could endure one night on the couch, especially for Christopher’s best friend. Chris might be in LA with his mom, but Eddie could already picture his son’s disappointed face if he returned to find out Buck had been abandoned in a time of need.

“I don’t puke, Mister Diaz,” Buck insisted, his words a jumbled mess, “I don’t even think I have a gag reflex.”

The information slipped from Buck’s lips so easily that Eddie was positive he hadn’t even realized he’d said it. That was information Eddie could have gone his whole life oblivious to. His thoughts drifted back to the bar, where he had watched Buck draped over that nameless man, the stranger’s hands possessively splayed across Buck’s back. The sight had stirred something in Eddie, a mix of protectiveness and concern. He had clocked Buck from the moment Christopher brought him home —a lonely child in search of someone that liked him; apparently that search had never ended. Buck was only twenty, yet the bar had seemed like a second home to him. How many of those men knew the secret Buck had unwittingly shared with Eddie? A drunken slip that Eddie refused to let himself linger on for too long.

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[colmiillo]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[emmy-likes-attention]

Wait, a character can become canonically queer and not immediately be sent to super mega turbo hell by the writers???

[urcowboyboyfriend]

finally, it's completely canon

gifs by @alexisrosemullens

[seths-rogens]

i like to call this ‘popular mlm ships with freakishly similar name dynamics’

this means absolutely nothing i’ve simply been observing this for a hot sec

[stevenrogered]

You should call him. Really? Heck yeah!

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[swiftiebuck]

Bees are attracted to floral scents, but other smells, like banana, make them mad.

[watchyourbuck]

[tvuniverse]

#me when I lie to get out of an assignment

[writingamarie]

👶🏼👶🏼��🏼👶🏼👶🏼

👶🏻 tba title (age gap buddie fic -like real age gap)

“I’m okay, Mister Diaz,” Buck assured him, “everyone here is so nice. They like me.” The statement was concerning enough but it was the last three words that had Eddie concerned. Buck had whispered as if he were praying in church like there was some big secret or miracle surrounding people tolerating him. Eddie had seen enough of Buck’s teen years to know that the kid had some issues. The Buckleys were perhaps the only family that had Ramon Diaz beat on the lack of emotions when it came to parenting. Eddie had been dragged to football games so his son could watch Buck play, he’d gone to the choir concerts the year Buck and Chris took choir to get their fine art credit for graduation, he’d had his Abuela bake multiple birthday cakes through the years all because Buck didn’t have anyone else. Like a duckling, the boy had imprinted onto Chris and eventually Eddie had come to expect the two of them to be together. “Plenty of people like you, Buck,” Eddie reminded him. “Let me take you home.” The words themselves didn’t make him think anything. It was a perfectly innocent offer and Eddie had no reason to question it –until the man Buck had abandoned gave him a look. Eddie didn’t feel particularly good at reading people's expressions but he did know jealousy. The fact that the man seemed to think Eddie would usher Buck away from him just to take advantage himself boiled and bubbled a white-hot rage in Eddie’s chest. He would never have let some young, pretty thing sit on his lap in the middle of a bar, especially when it was clear that they were drunk. Unlike unnamed men in bars, Eddie had some class.

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[sunglassesmish]

this scene has everything

[mymycorrhizae]

NOT EDDIE CRASHING THEIR DATE NEXT EP LMAOOOO

[buckleylonglegs]

And when Eddie wakes up in the middle of the night with what he thinks is an armed assailant in his house but it's actually just Buck, Chim and Hen trying to shave off his mustache while he sleeps then what

[calyssmarviss]

now this one i never posted before