watchyourbuck:

Fuck it Friday

tagged by the lovely @wikiangela thank u babe<;3

this is a snippet of jealous!Eddie, an idea ive been toying with! hope you enjoy

“Will you stop and listen?” said Buck, halting the door from hitting him on the face as Eddie almost slammed it behind him. “You’re acting like a child!”

Eddie turned around and put his hand up. “No one invited you in. Go, don’t you have a date?”

Buck frowned, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Why- why are you getting so upset? Is it that you don’t like her for me?”

“No, I don’t like her!”

The enphasized word took them both aback, filling the room with silence before Buck spoke again. “I don’t understand you… after the accident you said I looked lonely, you- you practically tossed me back into the world-”

“I know what I said, Evan.”

“Then why are you backing down? Why are you acting like you weren’t the one who told me to get my head clear and restart my life?”

Eddie grunted in exasperation, stomping his foot on the ground and smacking his legs with his palms. He was giving up. “I hate you so much” he whispered, grabbing Buck’s face and pulling him down for a kiss.

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tags for whomever wants to write too! @diazass@therapizededdie@wildlife4life@911onabc@eddiediaztho@eddiediazdaily@alyxmastershipper

stars-bean:

Aziraphale and Crowley being protective of each other

(via lineffability)

captn-sara-holmes:

mothmanismyuncle:

robininthelabyrinth:

There is no joy like the joy of a writer who has just figured out that a throwaway line they put into the first few paragraphs of a story is actually the key to a major plot point and possibly even the theme underlying the entire thing.

Just…yesssssss.

like to charge rb to cast

this happened to me this morning and I had to stand with my hands on my head just going fuuuuuuuuuuuck for about five minutes, incapacitated by the joy of a genius level fluke

(via disasterbuckdiaz)

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by the lovely @pirrusstuff, thanks so much love ❤️

Here’s another little snippet from the Sterek thing I’ve been working on! Hope you enjoy!

Derek sits in his car, staring at the house across the street and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

Something had felt off for a few weeks, like Stiles was pulling away. He’d been talking himself out of asking, afraid of shaking the fragile ground their relationship seemed to be on.

Part of him was wondering if he hadn’t just, overestimated his place in Stiles’ life. Maybe it had just been a fling, to get it out of his system.

Derek sighs, dropping his head back against the headrest and tightening his hands on the wheel.

Finally, he shakes his head and forces himself out of the car. As much as he doesn’t want to have this conversation, he can’t just keep wondering.

Stiles opens the door before he knocks, deep bags under his eyes, anxiety rolling off of him in waves.

“I wasn’t sure you were actually gonna get out of the car,” he says, voice rough.

Derek shrugs; “Neither was I”.

They stand in uncomfortable silence for a moment before Stiles gestures for him to come inside.
The air in the house feels heavy, dark.

“Sorry, I know it’s been a while,” Stiles offers, not meeting Derek’s eyes.

“Two weeks,” Derek clarifies.

Insignificant under any other circumstances, but after spending everyday together for months, something was definitely up.

Stiles meets his eyes briefly at that, seeming surprised, his fingers twitching at his sides, almost like he’s counting.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but, I figured after everything-” his sentence trails off.

He came here because he’d thought they’d had something worth, at the very least, a conversation. He can’t help but notice how checked out Stiles seems.

Derek huffs, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. Obviously I was wrong, I’ll just go,” he says, turning back to the door.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles says, barely a whisper.

Derek stops, but doesn’t turn around.

“I want to talk, I do. I’m just-” he stops, sounding choked up. “-I’m, dealing with something right now, and, I think I have to deal with it alone,” he says.

Derek swallows hard, still facing the door. “Yeah, well, you know where to find me,” he says, dismissive, before leaving the way he came.

michaelsheens:

“And how was that sentence going to end?”

GOOD OMENS - 2.06 Every Day

(via raggedy-spaceman)

starlingbite:

Some of my favourite go-to Buddie fics that I have re-read multiple times:

might crash staring at you in the car by @buckactuallys / 2375 words
One of my favourite versions of Eddie and Buck admitting their feelings for each other

plot twist (and turns) by AutumnChills @lovebuck / 4090 words
Established relationship Buddie with some great action and hurt/comfort

i wish that i was good enough by @squidded  / 4751 words
Just the right amount of angst and touch starved Buck after the shooting

Stick With You by @softsatanhq / 5929 words
Eddie and Buck both hurt, self sacrificing Buck and love confessions!

try to love me if you can by @woodchoc-magnum / 44800 words
Angsty Buck and drama with a lovely happy ending for the pair

i don’t swim and you’re not in love by @hattalove / 32374 words
Pining Buck and somewhat oblivious Eddie which ends in kissing and boys in love

As someone who just spent the entire morning reading through these, I can’t recommend them enough. Seriously, must reads, all of them. ❤️❤️

(via slowlyfoggydestiny)

gayhoediaz:

Their first kiss is a genuine accident.

They’re in Eddie’s kitchen, listening to the coffee maker as it bubbles and coughs, exhausted and unsteady on their feet, desperate for the caffeine - hoping that it will keep them awake for long enough to pick Christopher up from school.

One more hour, and then they can crash and sleep this heartbreaking, horrid forty-eight hour shift off.

Buck yawns, pouring the steaming, black liquid into the cups.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, sounding just as out of it as Buck feels; he accepts the cup.

Then he thanks Buck with a kiss.

It’s so casual that Buck doesn’t even register it until it’s over. It’s not a kiss. It’s just a kiss. A chaste peck. A brush of lips. A thank you. A hundredth kiss. Not a first kiss.

It’s so casual that even Eddie doesn’t seem to realize what he just did.

Not until they part, and their eyes meet. Still leaning in - not too much, but certainly more than before Eddie just kissed him.

Slowly, their foreheads both develop shallow creases of confusion.

What just happened?

The creases grow deeper. Eddie’s eyes flicker down to Buck’s lips. Buck allows his own to do the same. Then they look up again, eyes on each other’s.

Lips. Eyes. Frown. Lips. Eyes. Lips.

Did we just…?

Leaning in.

Their second kiss is much like their first. Chaste. Simple. Short. But it feels good. Easy. Right.

Then they part again - staying closer this time, eyes searching each other’s as the creases in their foreheads grow ever deeper.

Are we…? Is this…?

Their third kiss is barely deeper, but ever longer. Warm, and slow, and sweet. Somehow a million times more soothing than the heat of the ceramic in his palm; the heat of a fireplace after a long day out in the snow.

When that one breaks, Buck thinks he stumbles forwards, just a little bit before he catches himself and opens his eyes to search Eddie’s.

The frown seems to have been ironed out now, replaced by a warm look in his eye which somehow looks like a question and an answer all wrapped up into one.

“…yeah?” Buck breathes.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods.

Their fourth kiss tastes like forever.