#fleurdebeton

[iinryer]

If you might still be taking suggestions for your prompts 1. touching foreheads with 🥾🌲😭

a little scene prompt game to get me writing!

[🥾🌲😭 + 1: touching foreheads]

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The tension is starting to get to him.

All of this beautiful relaxing nature, the fresh air, the sights and sounds of the late afternoon familiar hike. And yet, the tightness in Buck’s chest that he’s been trying to dodge for the past 72—give or take—hours, prevails.

He feels like he’s going to vibrate out of his own skin.

But he’s holding on. Yeah. He can wait. He can. And he has! He’s waiting. Even if he’s not entirely sure when he’ll get to stop waiting. He’s waiting because he’s a good person and he will respect the wishes of the people around him.

He can wait.

“Hey,” just ahead of him on the path, Eddie gestures up towards a trail sign. He turns back over his shoulder, the perfect picture of composure and nonchalance, and asks, “did you want to take a water break at the next lookout?”

And Buck feels his hold on himself slip like a misstep on a rocky path.

He can’t wait.

“Can—Can we talk about it yet?” he blurts out in a rush, tripping over his own words, tumbling and skittering like gravel down the incline, “I—I know you don’t want to but it’s—Eddie. I really think we need to talk about it,”

Eddie goes completely still.

Buck feels like his ears are ringing, he doesn’t know if this is the right call, but he’s—he can’t hold onto it anymore. It’s making him feel crazy.

He watches Eddie’s face in profile. Suddenly neutral in the way he gets when he’s trying to put a wall between himself and what’s happening around him. Buck hates it. Hates to be on the other side of that shell.

“Please?” Buck tries, sounding desperate even to his own ears.

There’s another beat, and then Eddie deflates with a heaving exhale. He closes his eyes, gives a stilted nod, and then turns to keep walking.

Buck is confused for a moment, scrambling to follow—always, always following—but then Eddie takes the split in the path towards the lookout marker he’d pointed out. He’s not running, Buck realizes with relief, he’s just leading them off of the trail.

Buck pauses when Eddie sits on the bench at the ledge, his back to Buck, facing the landscape below them. He’s still holding himself stiffly, but there’s a line of resignation in the curve of his shoulders that makes Buck’s heart ache.

He gives Eddie a second to breathe before making his way over to the bench, sure to telegraph his approach with footsteps that can be heard. For all that he’s been vibrating out of his skin wanting to talk, he finds himself moving slowly. Deliberate and measured. He’s cracked open the brittle shell, but there’s still something very fragile inside. There’s still a risk of hurt, if he’s not careful with it.

Buck stands in front of the bench for a moment, hands tucked away in his jacket pockets, looking out at the beginnings of sunset colors over the trees. Breathes deep and sits down. Leaves space between himself and Eddie, even though it makes him itch.

They don’t say anything for a while.

A bird calls. Then another.

Eventually, words from days ago, said in parting at his front door, return to the forefront of his mind—

Hey, um. Before I go…

“You told me you loved me,” Buck murmurs. As if he needs the reminder.

I love you. Just so you know.

As if he hasn’t been replaying the words in his head on a loop for days.

We don’t need to talk about it, but I just…

“You—,” Buck furrows his brow and chews his lip. Breathing in, then out, “You said—,”

I’m in love with you—and it’s important to me. That you know that.

Buck looks over at him for the first time since sitting down, “And then you left,”

I’ll see you on shift, okay?

There’s silence. And then,

“Yeah,” Eddie swallows harshly, “I did,”

“Why d—,” Buck starts, stops, huffs. Goes to try again, but he doesn’t even know what he wants to ask. Why do you love me? Why did you say it? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you leave? All of them? None of them? He’s not sure.

Eddie purses his lips and shrugs, still not meeting Buck’s eye. But he picks an unsaid why, maybe at random, and replies, “You told me you didn’t think it was in the cards for you. And I couldn’t let you believe that was true,”

Buck’s brain stutter-steps. Rewinds to earlier in that day—before the life-changing farewell at the door took over his entire field of view—back to when he’d been telling Eddie how app dating was starting to feel hopeless, even with the newly-doubled pool size. How he’d laughed and said he felt like maybe he’d run out of chances. Maybe he’d gotten too complicated.

He feels scrambled, searching for words, “I don’t—so you just—,”

“You’re easy, Buck,” Eddie cuts him off, his voice fervent even where it cracks, no room for argument, “you’re so easy to love, it scares me sometimes,”

The wave of adrenaline and shock and overwhelming adoration that sweep over Buck makes him feel tingly and lightheaded.

“Eddie,” Buck whispers, feeling on the verge of tears as he scoots himself closer, “Eddie, look at me, please,”

Eddie’s eyes flicker to him, then down and away, but back again. Meeting Buck, just because he’d asked. Steeling himself. But brave. So, so brave.

“You don’t have to feel the same,” Eddie says, quietly, voice thick and resigned. A flash of a sad, unsure smile, “it’s okay, it’s just mine to hold onto,”

“You asshole,” Buck chokes out a laugh, folding forward to press their foreheads together, eyes closing, noses bumping, hand finding Eddie’s elbow and holding on tight, “You’re such a martyr,”

Eddie lets out a surprised snort, but he’s still shaking in Buck’s grip when he weakly teases back, “Look who’s talking,”

“Of course I feel the same,” Buck whispers into the space between them, barreling past the teasing and back to the heart of it, “of course I love you. How could I not?”

Inevitable, inevitable, inevitable.

He feels more than he hears the shuddering breath that Eddie takes, before he says, so softly it’s barely anything, “You do?”

Buck nods against him, frantic and with furrowed brows, “You—You didn’t want us to talk about it a-and then you didn’t let me say anything back before you left, you jerk—so please, just,” pressing even closer, feeling a hand on his shoulder, fingers against his jaw. Says, “let me,” feels a wetness on his cheek and he’s not sure whose eyes it came from, says again, “let me, please—please, let me love you—,”

Anything else he says is lost between the press of lips and the soft breeze.

[now on ao3!]

[princessfbi]

Top 5 buddie headcanons you have

Buck is always cold and leeching heat off Eddie

Eddie is grumbly when he’s woken up so Buck sneaks him kisses until he falls back asleep or falls into his chest for a morning cuddle

Eddie doesn’t like people sleeping up against his back

They share coffee before they even got together

Eddie is a stress cleaner

Send Me Top 5 or Really Any Asks Cus I'm BORED

[honestlydarkprincess]

Beloved 🥹❤️ Do you have any buddie headcanons about domestic life?

you know it babe! domestic buddie my most beloved

they love quiet nights in, movies and pizza are their idea of date night (so valid, also my idea of date night)

i think they're a babe/baby couple but i also think that they think calling each other by their last names is flirting

buck cooks, eddie does the dishes (occasionally they swap and buck giggles while eddie pouts n says that his lasagna is just as good as bucks)

eddie gets cooking lessons from bobby so he can surprise buck on their anniversary

buck n eddie have double date night with maddie n chimney at least once a month

i can't think of any more at this moment but i hope you like them<3

sleepover weekend!

[mistchievous]

💞 (aj, Kayla, or 👑 Jess, you pick)

Em!

I've complimented Jess twice today. I tell Kayla how much I love her all the time. Let's go with AJ again!

@dorkydiaz, you've been there for me since I first entered this fandom, and I always know I can count on you. You're one of the few constants, and I appreciate that more than you know. You've supported me through so much because that's just the kind of friend you are, and you deserve nothing but love and support in return. 💛

MWAH TO YOU BOTH!

[tulipfromtheinternet]

December music recap🎶 (love you @fleurdebeton) EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK🤦🏼‍♀️

If anyone would like to do this too! @homerforsure @rewritetheending @meduseld @fireladybuckley @mistmarauder @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @hmslusitania @starry-eyed-guttersnipe @novemberhush @evcndiaz @thekristen999 @pirate-tink

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

🫶🏻 take care of you ❤️

I am doing my best dear, thank you. ❤️ I really hope you're taking care of yourself as well, as best you can.

[imtheiliad]

Hi, friend! I started typing and it felt like complaining, so 🫠. Today I feel like I accomplished things at work.

complaining is okay! <3 <3 yay accomplishing things!

[adamsparirsh]

Hello! I was wondering about the fic you’re currently writing. What is it about?

hi hi! it's *whispers furiously* hockey fic so if that's not ur thing i GET IT. but essentiallyyyy just hear me out.

there's a heist. it's the heist to end all heists. an oceans 11 type if you will. and our main guy leon (d/raisaitl) is contacted by an old friend to help pull off the heist to end all heists. ANDDD turns out his ex-boyfriend (matthew) is part of the team too.

there's a few others though one's an exploration of our deepest darkest insecurities and falling in love through horror (for all my jdtz girlies out there) and another is essentially an orpheus and eurydice retelling (for the tknp girlies...). i am sooooo obviously at my most creative when i'm procrastinating my schoolwork lmfao.

ask me anything!

[cinematicnomad]

Hi! 1, 3, & 8 for the writing ask 💖💖💖💖

@fleurdebeton asked: 3 & 8 for the fic writer asks ☺️

001. what fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (in other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) i mean, i think of all the fics i've written, i'm most proud of finding our way (back home). but i know 90k+ is a little daunting for some people, so a better introduction might be so show me (family)—i think it does a good job of highlighting what i enjoy writing best (whether i execute it best is a different thing!).

003. what are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? i don't know if i write any classic fic tropes (i'm probably never gonna write fake dating or there-was-only-one-bed or soulmate au—all fics i have read and loved!). i tend to try to stick as close to canon compliant as possible and write pretty character introspection heavy fics. i do my best to try and consider characters from all angles and provide a rationale for why they're acting in a certain way and i try to consider their feelings removed from where i want the fic to go. you know, scott might not be my favorite character but in canon he IS stiles' best friend so in my fic taste your beating heart i tried to show how their relationship would change and evolve and how they might hurt each other along the way without villainizing either of them.

008. what song would make a great fic (to either write or read)? ahhh, i have no idea? i'm gonna be honest i'm not a big music person so i genuinely can't think of a song that i would want to read or write. i more enjoy songs for the vibes they evoke. i think the night we met by lord huron and tranquilize by finish ticket have some wonderful, haunting vibes and i'd read fics inspired by either song.

questions for fic writers

[princessfbi]

If you’re still taking soft-ish prompts and one of these inspires, might I request #1 or #8 — dealer’s choice ☺️

8. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

"Buck!" Buck's name tasted like embers on Eddie's tongue, scorching his throat with the breath in his exhale. "Buck! Buck!"

The heaviness of the chunks of cement and concrete, rebar and dust, were making Eddie's hands cramp as he dug deeper and deeper. Buck's fingers flexed and twitched on open air and it was taking everything Eddie had not to grab onto his hand and pull with all his might. But the structure was unsound and even an exhale could distribute the weight in the wrong direction. He knew that.

That didn't stop Eddie's heart from trying to choke him.

Eddie could hear sirens in the distance but they sounded so far away against the thundering pulse in his own ears.

"Buck! Hang on, baby!" Eddie managed to get out as he dug with a newfound urgency.

Help was coming. That was good. But the structure was unstable. The structure was in literal pieces ready to crumble. And if Eddie didn't Buck out now then they would drag Eddie away kicking and screaming, forcing him to leave Buck behind.

Eddie was never going to do that again.

He gritted his teeth as he shoved his shoulder against a massive chunk of the ceiling— or was that the stairs— and snarled out ugly curses and spit as he pushed all his weight to move it. Everything around them rumbled and dust rained down with the ominous groan of the structure shifting again. But Eddie ignored it and pushed and pushed and pushed until it shifted just enough for gravity to take over.

Eddie coughed out an exhale that tasted like ash and sounded more like a retch as he dropped to his knees as he dug and dug and dug until his fingers were either broken or bruised or maybe both.

He didn't care.

He wasn't leaving Buck.

Then, Eddie heard the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. A thin cry, soft like a wail as Buck's forearm pushed through the opening.

"Buck!" Eddie clawed at the debris that gave way easier and rolled it off in the other direction. They worked together with Eddie digging and Buck squirming until Buck's shoulder appeared. "Buck! I'm here!"

Buck's hand flailed in the open air and Eddie grabbed onto his hand before he could hurt himself or worse, think he was alone.

It made it difficult to push away the rest of the fallen pieces of concrete with one hand but he did it as Buck kicked and squirmed to get free before finally, Buck's head was clear.

Dust coated every inch of Buck with the slick color of blood streaking down from his hairline but he was alive. He was so stunningly, painfully alive that Eddie could've wept. Maybe he did.

"E-Eddie?" Buck croaked, his red rimmed eyes burning from tears and irritation but bright with pain. "Eddie!"

"I'm here, Buck!" Eddie said and he watched Buck choke out a stutter when he saw him; realized that Eddie's hand was squeezing his own just as tight.

The building groaned again, louder and with a more warning bellowing throughout that echoed liked thunder, and Eddie knew he couldn't be careful anymore. He didn't wait to think before he was reaching down to grab Buck's shoulders and pulled him out. Buck cried out in pain and it ripped through Eddie's chest but he pulled and pulled until his body screamed at him to stop and pulled some more.

Then, with no grace given to either of them, Buck was free and they fell away in a heap as the pile of rubble Buck had been under collapsed into itself.

"Ed-die? Eddie! Eddie!" Eddie's name fell like a huff from Buck's lips as his trembling hands ran all up and down Eddie's chest, looking for injury.

One of them sobbed. Eddie didn't know if it was Buck or himself or maybe both of them. But it rushed out of them in an ugly sound filled with pain but most importantly relief and Eddie dragged Buck into his lap and held him tight.

“Relax. I’ve got you.” Eddie whispered into Buck's hair, his own trembling mixing with Buck's shaking. "I've got you. I've got you."

[honestlydarkprincess]

💝

I HAVE TO COMPLIMENT YOU FIRST MY LOVE YOU DESERVE ALL THE COMPLIMENTS SO IM GONNA PRETEND YOU PUT A 💖

💖 you my darling are so sweet and kind and strong. you've had a rough go of things but your strength is admirable and i'm so proud of you! i always enjoy talking to you and you're such a good friend<3

💝 im ride or die for people i love, i WILL help you hide a body

compliments game

[mistchievous]

sepia & cider

Sending you so many good vibes, Em. I hope you're having a good day today! <3

[tulipfromtheinternet]

Tagged by @fleurdebeton thanks Em🌺🌺🌺 😊😊😊 RECEIPTIFY

If you’d like to do this, NO PRESSURE✨ @novemberhush @homerforsure @djdangerlove @ghosthunterbuck @thekristen999 @mistmarauder @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

And for anyone else who’d like to do this too! I’d like to see your list😊

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I started following you while you were posting, To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals, I think, and stayed because I loved seeing you on my dash & occasionally chatting. ☺️

Aww you're always so sweet to speak to, dear! I remember when I was posting that - I think that's one of my most popular/well known works besides Leading with the Left, I remember getting a lot of screaming from people for that one, ha ha.

[imtheiliad]

🐰 only because I always think I might be bothering you.

quite literally impossible for you to bother me! 💖💖

[henswilsons]

I don’t know how it’s taken me this long to follow. Absolutely love your fic and gifs!

thank you so so much love!! this is so sweet of you to say 🥺