#semperama

[sibylsleaves]

#listen you can be a fan of Buck whimpering and begging AND topping at the same time…you just need to open your hearts to the vision <- *chinhands* Please share the vision with me, I'm here to learn.

i feel like most of my thoughts on the subject can be summed up by these lines from you're almost home lolol.

but i also have a 3-part eddie gets railed fic planned for. whenever i have time to write it

[onboardsorasora]

I’m so late, but can I hear about the practical magic AU please!!

Hii! You're not late at all (I posted and then I've been offline for ages)

So I wrote this a little while ago and posted part 1 and part 2 and then in my google doc I have:

Part 3? [YOU KNOW YOU WANNA]

😅😅 I honestly don't know [yet] where to go with this. I haven't opened this doc in a while. I'm very open to ideas and suggestions lol

[theyarebothgunshot]

As an F1 person, I can shed some light. It's because the drivers did a little project last year in Japan where they built bee hotels together, haha.

well, the more you know!! lmaoo thanks for the enlightenment 🫡

[zjofierose]

*INCOHERENT SCREAMING*

Omg, I wrote Pinto! For @zjofierose's birthday <333 and for my own agonies. Thanks for an excuse to go back in time and to distract myself, bb. Hope you had a great day!

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I'll be in town in a couple weeks, Zach had texts him. Let me take you out for an early birthday.

He didn't mention he was coming for a Spock thing and other various business obligations, but Chris is long past caring about things like that. They've been on opposite coasts for over a decade now, so he's used to them being ships passing in the night, stealing moments together where they can. They'd been apart for Zach's birthday, but Chris sent a card. Last year, he doesn't even remember. Before that, there was a whole-ass pandemic. Yeah, Chris is happy to take what he can get.

It feels like old times when the doorbell rings and Chris opens the door to see Zach standing there, one ankle crossed over the other, hands shoved deep in his pockets, sporting yet another bad haircut. Chris smiles so wide his face hurts as he goes in for a hug. "Hey, man," he says in Zach's ear. Such an inadequate greeting, but he squeezes tighter to make up for it. "It's good to see you."

"You too, Pine," Zach says as he pulls away, their jaws scratching against each other. "Where do you want to go?"

Chris had grand plans. New restaurants he hasn't been able to take Zach to yet. A great bar he knows Zach would love. But suddenly...

"Actually, how do you feel about staying in?" Chris says on impulse. Suddenly, the thought of sitting in a crowded Hollywood bistro, having to crane forward to hear Zach over the noise, doesn't sound so appealing. "I know a place that delivers."

Zach raises an eyebrow, but, to Chris's surprise and relief, he doesn't argue. As he steps across the threshold, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and waves it at Chris. "Fine, but I'm buying. I said I would."

They end up out back by the pool, cross-legged on the deck chairs plastic containers full of pasta on their laps. Zach kicked his shoes off, and Chris can't stop looking at his bare feet, the hair on his wrists, the way his mouth moves when he talks--little details he didn't realize he knew so well and missed so much. Being with Zach is like wrapping himself up in an old blanket, comforting and cozy and familiar. He can feel something inside himself settling. He has to keep swallowing against the unnamed emotions that threaten to block his throat.

"I know you said you didn't need dessert," Zach says when they're done picking at their food, "but it's not a birthday without something sweet."

He unfolds himself from the chair, and walks inside, then emerges a moment later with another take-out container, this one filled with tiramisu. Chris laughs, delighted. "You know the way to my heart, I see."

"Always," Zach says, his smile going soft. He sets the container down on the little table between their chairs, and then digs into his pocket and comes out with--incredibly--two birthday candles and a lighter.

"Asshole," Chris says, and Zach chuckles as he carefully places the candles, then lights them one by one.

"I'm not going to sing, for both of our sakes," Zach says, "but you have to make a wish."

Instead of sitting down on his own chair, Zach sits down next to Chris and reaches across him to pick up the tiramisu, hold it steady for him. Chris closes his eyes, still grinning, and silently makes his wish: More nights like this. More time with Zach. Zach's hand settles on his back, and Chris lets the moment linger for a while, commits it all to memory, then purses his lips and blows.

Zach doesn't move, even when the candles are discarded. They lean shoulder to shoulder and pass one spoon back and forth, taking one sweet bite at a time until they get down to the end.

"Last bite is for the birthday boy," Zach says, scooping it onto the spoon and holding it out.

Chris can feel his face burn. "It's not my birthday yet," he says, but he leans in anyway and closes his lips around the spoon, lets himself savor it. When he looks up, Zach is watching him, his eyes dark, and it seems simple enough to push Zach's hand away, palm the back of his neck, and kiss him.

This is far from the first time he's kissed Zach, but it's been a while, and the last time didn't taste quite so sweet. Last time was a goodbye, Chris thinks. More bitter than sweet. And maybe in an hour or a day or a few days, this kiss will turn into a goodbye too, but for now, he wants to pretend wishes come true.

"Stay here tonight," he says. The empty plastic container goes clattering to the deck as they turn into each other, Chris tugging Zach's belt loop.

"Yeah," Zach breathes, "yes," and licks into Chris's mouth. He tastes like coffee and whipped cream and home.

[wernerherzogs]

buck and eddie's red, hot, infidelity summer!

boys, when my baby found me by nondz (pinkjook) @hunybody (wip, emotional infidelity)

Three months later, things are mostly back to normal.

And then there's an accident.

something touched me (like a knife-blade) by kithmet @kithmet (emotional infidelity)

Eddie self-implodes. Christopher, seeking refuge, flees to Buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get Eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (Oh, and Tommy’s there too. He thinks.)

baby did a bad bad thing by Wildehack (tyleet) @wildehacked

This is just the worst idea, right, classic Buckley, a grade-A fuckup, a five-alarm fire, a pin pulled out of a grenade and tossed into Buck’s life, and he’s so stupid that he’s on his knees and moaning for it.

we can act a fool by detectivemeer @buick118

“You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you. For both of you.” Buck’s eyes are stupid Hollywood blue and even in the dim light they glare electric. Intensified by Buck’s hushed, fevered sincerity. “You know that.”

you and tequila make me crazy by cranberrymoons @cranberrymoons (emotional infidelity)

His arm is still draped over Eddie’s shoulders, hand still holding the other side of his head, and he shifts so that his fingers push up into the hair at the back of his neck, thumb slotting up against his ear.

closer than my hands have been by cranberrymoons @cranberrymoons (emotional infidelity)

Eddie never feels easy.

Tommy feels easy, but Eddie – he doesn’t.

yes god don't speak by detectivemeer @buick118

“You’re staring.”

“What.” Eddie says. “No I’m not.” 

i didn't even know that i was cold by teaspoon @standback

The first time is mostly an accident.

in the sun or in the shade by detectivemeer @buick118

“Yeah—yeah, okay. I mean, most of the stuff is the same?” Buck scruffs a hand through his hair, sliding back into his chair, long legs arrowing outward. “Like, obviously ass-play, stuff like that, that’s not new.”

We're Running With Our Eyes Closed by semperama @semperama

Buck shows up at exactly the wrong time to tell Eddie about what happened with Lucy.

nothing wrong with me loving you by cranberrymoons @cranberrymoons

He’s not thinking about it. He’s not. He’s definitely not.

[evidenceof]

Winnix Country, I'll take you there.

Winnix fic recs finally! I clawed through pages 1-61 on AO3 and then scoured through Dreamwidth because I just need this ship injected into my brain.

Just so we're all aligned, I'm very much into "Classic" Winnix. And while generally I do still read AUs, much of what I keep close are the ones that are entrenched in, before, and after the war. Still enjoy a bit of the supernatural though. So please forgive the lack of non-WWII AUs. :') Ok onward.

Note: All links in blue are restricted to logged-in AO3 users! So hopefully you have an account so you can read some gold.

5+1 tag

The Way I Wear Your Hat by Muccamukk - I will consume anything Mucca writes and live in it for at least two weeks.

Let Me Be Close by armyofbees - So tooth achingly sweet, tender in post-war. Nix combing Dick's hair? I'm so.

I'm Alright Now You're Here by @stopstopstopit - A.k.a. Dick and Nix going, "Was I truly that blind???" about each other and everyone in Easy Company saying, "Yeah." So good, so, so fun. Giggled like a maniac all throughout.

Pre-War

Before the World Begins by rilla (@flomps)- The first time I read this, I cried. Then again the second, third, fourth, etc. Lew and Dick meet in NY before Benning, before everything, and it's under very different circumstances. I love the characterization of Nix and Dick in this so much and the gentleness in the midst of all the smut. A TALENT!

Lancaster County by rachelelpillo - Technically not pre-war because this is an AU where it happens without them. It's bittersweet, but emphasis on the sweet. Teenage Dick and Nix and a whole summertime of falling in love.

Bicostal by dancinguniverse - I am a sucker for anything that starts at OCS. I love this and the telegrams and letters tucked within it.

Wartime

Bird Wedding by rachelelpillo - The way she writes anything really sounds like a summer day to me. This one is very understated and just wonderful if you want something that leaves you smiling. (Highly recommend you go through her work, last she posted was in 2010. :') )

And at Your Touch, I Burn by Muccamukk- CHRIST. A SICK!FIC. God I love this for so many reasons, one of them being just the incredible way Mucca describes the field exercise, the crawl and length of it. And Dick getting sick. Nix doing what he does. It's wonderful. It's perfect.

Vampire Overhead! by joissant - There's a little Vampire!Nix AU for you. In the midst of Bastogne and hunger, there is this and it's fucking fantastic.

love divine, all loves excelling by @flanneryoconnorfanfiction - The way my heart soared all throughout this fic. Religion, for many reasons is often the point of friction for Dick, and this one turns it over its head. It's reverent and (so) joyful and honestly, probably what God should feel like. There are not enough kudos-es in the world.

Post-War

Head Trip by @ezlebe - Two lines from this fic ring in my head daily, that's how much I loved every bit of it. And I mean who isn't a sucker for Operation Varsity-adjacent fics? Harry's in this so it's automatically just extra wonderful for me. I LOVE!! I absolutely love.

Like a Bird on the Wire by semperama - Them coming home without an established relationship is always a trope enjoy. Blanche Nixon is here being cheeky, and Dick is all smiley, Lewis is stressed the fuck out. It all makes for a wonderful get-together.

More than a Team by @mercurygray - I love reading about Ann Winters and I love seeing Nix and Dick navigate those familial relationships after the war. This is short and so, so sweet. Every bit as wonderful as the ice cream.

thyme and rosemary by @oatflatwhite - Yet another one where Ann Winters makes a wonderful cameo. Dick is trying not to be miserable and he keeps writing all these unsent letters to Lew. Featuring the cutest kitten ever.

Series

What Things We Have Heard Together by joissant (4 works) - Quite possibly required reading for Winnix enthusiasts. Feels like such a gift to be able to thread through so many points in their relationship and everyone else tangled in their orbit.

Winnix from the POV of other people Oh my god I love outsiders-looking in fics of the two of them.

Transcript by Corvid Cordelia - LISTEN. If you love Easy Company, you love Winnix, Webgott, Spierton, etc, they're all here. It's such a treat for people who fell in love with everyone's personalities in BoB.

Women in Conversation by shiveringpinkala - Ann Winters tries to surprise her brother and it doesn't go quite as planned. Blanche is in this too so it makes it extra delightful. Love this fic.

Entendre by @thrillingdetectivetales - Harry Welsh has no fucking clue what Buck Compton is implying about Winters and Nixon but he's gonna find out. Again, I love Harry Welsh with all of me.

A special mention to String Quartet No. 14 by @oatflatwhite for a HS AU that had me kicking my feet and smiling all the way to the very last word.

If you have similar favorites, PLEASE LET'S TALK ABOUT THEM. There's still a lot I'd like to re-read and revisit so this will highly likely be updated in the future. I'd love to hear your favorites too. <3

[sibylsleaves]

fuck it friday

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz @daffi-990 & @clusterbuck. Working on a little something for this week's @summerofbuddie prompt!!!

“I…I just…You and Tommy were so—and I-I got jealous, and I know it was—stupid, and childish. I acted like a complete idiot. But you’re my best friend, Eddie, and it felt like, like Tommy was…” He can’t even say it, because he knows how pathetic it is. But as always, Eddie’s already there with him. “What, gonna replace you?” Buck nods miserably. Eddie laughs. The sound is bright, shimmering in the air between them. “Buck, you’re—” He stops, shaking his head with a frustrated sigh. “Come here.” Buck obeys, lurching over to him before he’s even thought about it. Eddie calls, Buck comes. “You’re not replaceable,” Eddie says. In his voice, Buck hears the echo of another conversation. Another proclamation of his place in Eddie’s life. You act like you’re expendable. But you’re wrong. “I—I know,” Buck stutters. “Do you?” Eddie asks. He’s looking up at Buck, his brown eyes intent and luminous in the glow of the lamplight. “Really?” If Buck felt peeled apart by Eddie’s attention before, he’s got no words for how he feels now. Eddie’s only looking at him, but it feels like he’s reached out to touch that raw, shivering fist that beats in his chest. Buck—Buck wants to collapse to the floor. Curl up at his feet. Tell him—tell him he’ll be good from now on, if only Eddie will let him.

tagging @thatbuddie @semperama @smallandalmosthonest @gayeddieagenda @doeeyeseddie

@transboybuckley @eddiegettingshot @cranberrymoons @absolutelybifurious @standback

@buick118 @playinginthunderstorms @wildehacked @littlespoonevan @tidesreach

[sofa-king-lame]

Snippet Sunday

Ok so it's technically Monday here in Sydney (5:20pm lol) but it's still Sunday somewhere, right? Maybe not. Whatever.

Tagged by @playinginthunderstorms and @semperama

This is a snippet from Eddie's POV for the Buck 1.0 fic, tentatively titled 'I Save Myself, I'm Saving You' (from the song 'Deeper Water' by Deadstar).

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So he downloads Tinder and starts swiping with Shannon on his right, providing sometimes helpful sometimes sarcastic commentary.  

“He’s kinda cute,” she muses, swiping right for him on a profile of a guy boasting that he can lift his couch with one arm. 

“Kinda full of himself,” Eddie snorts, but is maybe not so secretly very much into the thought that this guy could probably pick him up and manhandle him, so. They match and the guy messages Eddie immediately. 

Max: I could definitely lift you. Pin you against a wall and fuck you until you can’t walk for a week. Sound like something you’d be into? 

And, well. Maybe eventually. But at this point Eddie had only been with Shannon and even though he was confident he was very gay, he had zero experience with guys beyond experimenting on his own with some toys he’d ordered online. And this seemed like too big of a first step, so he ignores the message. 

“Can you ask him if he’s bi, at least? I could be into that,” Shannon says, trying to pluck the phone out of Eddie’s hand. He swats her away and goes back to swiping, matching next with a guy who looks buff enough to snap Eddie in half. His message to Eddie is just as sexually aggressive as the last one, so Eddie ignores him as well. 

“Jesus, Shannon. This is a bit much for me, I’m not looking to get split in half,” Eddie sighs, putting his phone down in front of him. Shannon snatches it up quickly, continuing to swipe. 

“Just one more match. If he’s a bust too then we can give it a rest for the night,” she argues. “Ooh ok, look at this guy. Tall, cute, blonde, goes by ‘Firehose’. And a very tame first message...messages. Chat to him.” 

Firehose: Well hello Eddie, mid-20s 

Firehose: What brings you to Tinder on this fine Wednesday evening 

Firehose: You look like you could use a drink 

EddieD: Honestly, I’m not sure. My ex-wife talked me into it and I’m wondering if I’ve made the right choice. I could definitely use a drink, though. You free now? 

“Shannon! I can’t go out now, aren’t you leaving soon? It’s my night with Chris, I need to take him to school in the morning,” Eddie huffs, taking his phone back. Shannon laughs and Eddie hates her a little (except he doesn’t, not at all. Now that they’re friends again after all the divorce dust has settled, he loves her like he did in the early days. Which, he realises now, is as a friend). 

“I can stay here tonight as long as you’re back in time to take him to school in the morning, I have to open the store at eight.” 

And, well. Ok. 

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Tagging @smilingbuckley @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuck @veronae-buddie @hotshotsxyz

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

Sentences on Saturday

I was tagged by @semperama! Thank you so much!! I love these <3. I've still been working on the blood kink fic (yes, for several weeks, don't look at me 😅), so here's a bit of that!

He tries to break out of Bobby’s hold, and Chimney’s eyes go wide as he lunges forward, shoving hard enough that Buck stumbles back, falling to the ground when Chimney does it again. “I’m not losing both of you, moron!” He yells, palm pressed to his sternum, and suddenly Bobby’s behind Buck, wrapping a hand around each of his biceps to hold him back. “You’re not going over the bridge!”  And that. That’s why. Buck realizes. It’s why Eddie told him about the will. This feeling right here. The crazy trembling in his limbs telling him to go.  It was about Buck taking too many risks in general, sure. But this. Eddie must know what this feels like. Must understand how Chris is the only thing in the world strong enough to keep them from following each other into the dark.  And if he knows that. Buck can’t– And the thing is, Eddie– he falls back on anger. When he’s scared, when he’s concerned, it’s an easy switch to flip. But Buck? He’s never been able to hide like that. Every ill-fitting emotion splitting him open and splaying him wide messy for everyone to see.  It’s happening now. He’s screaming, Eddie’s name scraping out of him and leaving him raw on its way out. It’s the only goddamn thing in his head. And it’s so written into his features that Chim can tell.  And isn’t that just its own reason to lose his mind? 

Tagging @littlefreakbuckley @pairofraggedclaws and @dracculaura if y'all haven't already been tagged and want to play!

[sibylsleaves]

fuck it friday

got tagged in a lot of stuff this week (ty @eddiebabygirldiaz @capseycartwright @devirnis @glorious-spoon @standback @exhuastedpigeon @spaceprincessem & @inell!!) but i was taking a brief break from writing fanfic...that obviously did not last long as i just broke ground on my post-s7 fic. so here's a little from the beginning:

He can see how it’s wearing on everyone. The way Hen’s shoulders get tighter and tighter, Chimney’s jokes more barbed, Ravi’s gaze more distant.  And Eddie. Eddie who takes the brunt of Gerrard’s nastiness with his shoulders pulled back, fists at his sides, eyes staring straight forward. He made himself a target from the start, talking back to Gerrard, lashing out. Buck’s not sure why he does it—whether he’s trying to keep the heat off everyone else, or he just needs a place to put all his anger, or because deep down he thinks he deserves it. Maybe it’s all three. Today it’s been particularly brutal, Gerrard’s litany of abuse kept up in a relentless barrage. After a shift like that, at least Hen and Chim get to go home to their wives and their kids, taking comfort in the people who love them best. Even Ravi has his girlfriend and his sisters. Eddie’s got an empty house and a Netflix queue overflowing with crappy action movies. So, Buck does what comes most naturally to him—he follows Eddie home.

no pressure tagging @thatbuddie @smallandalmosthonest @playinginthunderstorms @absolutelybifurious @littlespoonevan

@maddiebuckettebuckley @colonoscopys @doeeyeseddie @gayeddieagenda @transboybuckley

@homerforsure @semperama @vgreysoncellars @wildehacked @iinryer

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy Fraturday everyone. I've not had much time for reading this week, so a smaller buddie focused list (and a little late after yesterday's grass touching) but back again with another round of the fic I've been reading this week. You can find previous rec lists here.

29 June 2024

Descendants of Cyrano by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels was so much fun, and upped the romantic ante so well. Bobby ropes the 118 into practising DMing for Harry's D&D game, but they soon get into it. No more than Buck and Eddie, who find themselves roleplaying a slow burn romance with their characters...but of course, what's a little D&D emotional therapy and wish fulfilment between friends? Love it when obliviousness meets pining in a game of 'who can roleplay harder without realising why'.

Vary My Days by @ponyregrets is a post finale buddie/buckley diaz family fic. 'After Christopher leaves, Frank tells Eddie to get a hobby. Eddie picks Legos, Buck picks crochet, and they both wait for Chris to talk to them again.' There's a moment in this that made me pause and have to take a walk because I probably shouldn't have been reading it at work when I was about to be smacked in the face by lego flower induced feelings. 😭😭😭

sweet cheeks by @itsactuallycorrine 'It starts as a joke before they’re even together. Or, at least, before they realize they’ve probably been together in the most meaningful ways for a long time.' Buck coins a teasingly affectionate nickname for Eddie...and then puts his mouth where his money is. Honestly so impressed with how well this fic threads the needle on using petnames without becoming saccharine, it's hot and romantic and sweet AND funny. That denouement *chefs kiss*

Jello Body by @semperama 'I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man turn a woman off with such skill.' In which Buck find's Eddie's trick to relax the woman in 7x01 much more compelling than he's willing to admit. Something he ends up exploring at home in private. Because what he really craves is someone he can relax with...and he realises just who that person is to him. Just truly excellent voice kink fun with wonderful characterisation and a boatload of feelings.

some things fall when they're meant to fall by @sibylsleaves Eddie POV realisation fic through season 7, in which he breaks things off with Marisol but then Buck and Tommy start dating. '“Kinda makes you wonder what else you might’ve missed, huh,” Hen says. Eddie’s not thinking about it. He’s not.' Such an excellent take on what happens when your whole perspective shifts in a moment.

Happy reading!

[sparkagrace]

Happy September! Happy finally-we-can-have-a breeze-instead-of-sweating-our-asses-off month! Here's a slice of what I read this month to end the summer 🌅

august

290,886 words read over 31 fics (average of 9,383 words per fic, not including wips) 📈16% from July

current total for the year: 2,331,397 words

a handful of fic recs

steve x bucky

ain't really quaint by @silentwalrus1 and @quietnighty stucky | M | 44k

hear your call by @silentwalrus1 stucky | E | 6k

A Soul as Sweet as Blood-Red Jam by pringlesaremydivision stucky | E | 2k

Golden by @burnin-brighter stucky | T | 11.5k

Loves Me Like A Rock by @musette22 stucky | T | 4k

Love in the Grocery Store by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy stucky | T | 1.7k

War & Peace and the Redemption of Bucky Barnes by @fsbc-librarian stucky | E | 51.3k

buck x eddie

Oopsie Daisy (Never Knew That Was Your Boo, Baby) by ameliahart buddie | E | 5.4k

training wheels by @ghostlandtoo buddie | E | 15.8k

indecent proposal by @coldbam buddie | M | 2.5k

let all time slow, let all light go by Cirkne buddie | G | 2k

Handcuffed to the spell I was under by @dreamsinthewitchouse buddie | E | 2k

eddie diaz vs the pta agenda by @mmtions buddie | M | 19.7k

World War E(ddie's moustache) by @songbvrd buddie | M | 19k

Buck Has a Boyfriend (He Swears) by @thatdesertpenguin buddie | T | 7.7k

i'm in your grip by @thatbuddie buddie | E | 6k

encounters closer and closer by @clusterbuck buddie | T | 2.5k

hang me up on your bedroom wall by @eddiegettingshot buddie | E | 6k

a couple of author recs

@colonoscopys

i'm a fine baby mama (but you knew that though) buddie | T | 4k

i have had to deal with that buddie | M | 9.6k

@semperama

Come and Taste buddie | E | 5.4k

Jello Body buddie | E | 6.3k

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

Tidbit Tuesday

the wonderful @playinginthunderstorms tagged me to share something I've got in the works (thank you, charlie!), so I bring you the freak4freak buddie/nde/blood kink/buckfidelity monstrosity that's been occupying my brain as i try not to freak out about the us election.

pls enjoy

He pulls himself up to sit while Buck crouches in front of him, hands fluttering everywhere like he’ll be able to tell if Eddie’s hurt from touch alone. Eddie knows what he’s taking in. Wet, shivering shoulders, hair plastered to his forehead, blood all over his face from a cut high on his forehead– a split lip.  Hen and Chimney work on Hattie behind him, one of them yelling that they’ll be right over. Eddie doesn’t mind. He’s fine.  But Buck is– he’s–  Eddie’s own hands come up to Buck’s jaw, shaking with adrenaline. “Buck–” he starts, starting to panic. “Your neck–”  It’s cut. He’s bleeding.  It’s sluggish and red, sluicing down his neck. Eddie can hear it, like he’s been hearing the relentless crash of the waves under him, behind him, building up to take him under and make him disappear for good. He can’t disappear. Not now, not when Buck’s here and warm and safe and alive.  He needs–  His own blood rushes loudly in his ears, and he knows Buck’s trying to say something. Trying to talk to him, but all Eddie can hear is the blood. just like before.  Out on the street in front of Charlie Manning’s apartment, the bullet slicing hot through Eddie’s shoulder. The blood spraying all over Buck, his open mouth.  Buck, confessing in the dim light of Eddie’s kitchen. I tasted it, Eddie. tequila sour on his breath as they traded the bottle again. Another horrible day without Chris. Another shift ended with Eddie’s bandaged wounds. It was all I could taste for days. Now, when you get hurt— i- I can taste it all over again. Eddie returning a lie for the admission. I didn’t know that. Really don’t remember much.  If Buck knows– If he’s already—  Then Eddie needs to. He needs it like he needs to breathe. Like he needs Buck against him. Like he needs to keep him.  “Hey, hey, no,” Buck is trying to assure him. “I’m fine, I promise, just let m-”  The blood rushes louder in Eddie’s ears and he pitches forward, fits his mouth to the wound. Warmth explodes on his tongue and he might moan or he might just try. Either way, Buck makes a strangled noise above him, and he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t tell Eddie to stop, so he doesn’t. He drags his tongue over Buck’s pale skin, trying to clean up what’s already staining him, taking in the taste of copper and warmth and Buck.  He’s shaking with it, needs Buck all over, inside him, filling him up. Buck’s already his, right? All Eddie has to do is ask.  He told himself he was going to ask.  “Eddie,” Buck says, his voice thick. “Fuck,”

no pressure tagging a few writer mutuals if y'all wanna share! @divine-victory @semperama @littlefreakbuckley @dracculaura

[pikapitou]

wip day of the week

tagged by @clytemnestraaa and kind of also by @semperama. eddie being insanely insanely oh my god so insanely depressed in texas wip at ur service

Eddie drops off the gaming PC. Chris doesn't come out of his room to see him, but Eddie's mom promises to let him know what he says, if he likes it. He makes her promise. He has to ask her about it the next day, when he comes over for dinner—just the three of them; Chris already ate. She gets that drawn-eyebrows, sorry-for-him look on her face and hedges around what happened, "Eddie, honey. It was really sweet of you to bring it all the way from LA, but Christopher—well, he…" Chris smashed the monitor. That's what he did. At least, Eddie thinks. Takes a few seconds to find anything to finish the thought. At least he didn't smash the whole thing. His parents already got him a new PC, turns out. Right at the very beginning. Eddie should've guessed. He's not sure there's anything he brought from LA that Chris doesn't already have.

I'm pretty sure all of my mutuals have been tagged by now but I'll go with @butchdiaz and @confessionseddie and anyone else who has been waiting for the opportunity to share...

[sibylsleaves]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz & @homerforsure

this is just something incredibly self-indulgent idk if it'll even see the light of day:

Buck puts his book down and just watches him. As if drawn by the pull of his gaze, Eddie comes over. He sits on the edge of the bed, turned in toward Buck, hand braced on the mattress next to his pillow. “Hey, beautiful,” Buck says, rubbing his thumb over the tendon in Eddie’s forearm.  “Hey yourself,” Eddie answers, leaning down to steal a kiss. “Good book?” “Nah, it’s boring,” Buck answers, reaching up for another kiss. Eddie indulges him. But Buck’s got a sense, the way he often does, that something’s on Eddie’s mind. He pulls back and Eddie sits up again, looking down at Buck, stroking his thumb idly against his birthmark.  “Everything okay?” Buck asks.

tagging @thatbuddie @doeeyeseddie @exhuastedpigeon @littlespoonevan @glorious-spoon

@clusterbuck @transboybuckley @spaceprincessem @absolutelybifurious @playinginthunderstorms

@semperama @inell @capseycartwright