Lamiye

fan of so many things / bi / love silly little queer characters / 20 https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lamiiue

[lamiue]

tied him down to my queen bed (tease him just enough to hate me)

"Let me remind you of all the things you've said about me," Buck whispered, his lips brushing against Eddie's ear. "You said I was big and beefy and strong. That you bet you could take me."

Eddie's breath hitched as Buck's hands moved lower, his fingers teasing the waist of Eddie's towel. "You said I was begging you to come over and lick me up and down."

With a slow, deliberate movement, Buck removed the towel, his eyes never leaving Eddie's as he tossed it aside. Eddie lay bare before him, his body exposed and vulnerable.

"Remember when I said I was underfucked?" Buck continued. "You said you could change that."

Eddie's body tensed, anticipation tight in his belly as Buck's hands roamed over his thighs.

"You said you knew why I was given the nickname Firehose." Buck murmured, his lips brushing against Eddie's neck, his teeth nipping gently at the sensitive skin. "And you wondered if my curls would bounce back when yanked from the back. Too bad you can't try that tonight."

or

Every time Eddie sees Buck, his brain (involuntarily) serves up freaky thoughts and unfortunately for Hen and Chimney, they’re always the first to hear them.

[lamiue]

we ain't angry at you, love (you're the greatest thing we've lost)

“I– I didn’t say it back.” Buck choked out, voice hoarse. “He said it, and I didn’t say it back.”

Eddie moved closer, wrapping an arm around Buck’s back and pulling him into a tight, grounding embrace as Buck shook in his arms. His voice was low, soothing.

“Didn’t say what, Buck?” Eddie whispered, his hand running gently over Buck’s back. “Help me understand, baby."

Buck’s gaze dropped to the floor, his voice barely above a whisper. “He said it.” He murmured. “He said, ‘I love you, kid.’ It was the last thing he ever said to me. And I didn’t– I didn’t say it back.”

Eddie's breath caught, but he said nothing.

“I just... I didn’t say anything.” Buck's hands were fisted now, shaking in his lap. “He died, and I didn’t say it back. I never told him I loved him.”

Or

Buck tries to cope with his grief and regret. (Triggered by the Avengers: Endgame line: I lost the kid.)

[inthemidstofbuddie]

god i just want season nine to have Eddie so fucking cuckoo bananas over Buck, in general and also while Buck is withdrawing from him in an effort to get over him. i want Eddie to be so pathetic about Buck. i want him losing his mind every time Buck is out of sight. i want him C L I N G I N G to Buck. he’s always at his side. he’s always asking “you seen Buck?” if he’s gone more than thirty seconds without Buck in his line of sight. i want him planning little day trips to take Buck on for their days off. i want him inventing literally any excuse possible to get Buck to spend time at his house. i want him pursuing Buck while being so hideously, wretchedly, beautifully in love that it’s bleeding out of him with every word and glance and touch. i want to see him so in love that Buck doesn’t know what hit him.

[lamiue]

you got me blushing baby, every night (the blood is rushing baby, but that's alright)

Buck leaned in, his voice low but teasing. “Admit it. You’re blushing.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, still pink in the cheeks despite his adamant denial. “I don’t blush.” He repeated, more stubborn now.

Buck leaned back slightly, giving him that smug little smirk Eddie had grown dangerously fond of. “I’ve seen you blush a hundred times.”

“You’ve seen wrong.”

Buck tilted his head, eyes narrowing with challenge. “You know,” He said slowly, his voice dipping into something low. “I could make you blush if I wanted to.”

Eddie turned his head and quirked his eyebrows. “Is that a challenge?”

Buck grinned, clearly pleased. “Absolutely.”

Eddie leaned in just slightly, lips twitching at the edges. “Okay, Buckley, you’re on.” He said, eyes shining. “Impress me.”

or

Eddie thinks he doesn't blush (he knows he does) and Buck makes it his mission to make Eddie blush (he knows he makes him blush).

[lamiue]

I remembered Bobby Nash is dead canonically. Life's not worth living

[lamiue]

when I was younger, I knew a boy and a boy (best friends with each other but always wished they were more)

“Do you know about the universe?” He asked.

She frowned, puzzled. “Like the stars and planets? Uncle Buck and Chris told me about it.”

“Sort of. But more than that. The universe is everything. She watches, she listens. And sometimes, she gives second chances. But only when something really matters.”

She leaned forward. “What kind of second chance?”

Bobby’s voice dropped to a near whisper. “If I can get your Uncle Buck and Eddie to finally be together, make them see what they really are to each other the universe will let me come back.”

Jee Yun’s eyes went wide. “Come back? Like really alive?”

He nodded. “Breathing. Living. With you. With everyone.”

Jee Yun stared at him, stunned. “Why would the universe do that?”

Bobby’s smile was small but warm. “Because love is powerful. And what Buck and Eddie have is unfinished love. It echoes. The universe wants balance. Healing. She told me if I can help make something right… something that should’ve happened a long time ago… I get to come home.”

or

After everything, Eddie goes back to Texas, Buck transfers to another house in Seattle, and Bobby starts haunting Jee Yun (in a cute way) to get Buck and Eddie together.

[katherinebwaterston-archive]

[goodluckeddie]

“buck fell first, eddie fell harder” WRONG. buck fell first, eddie is falling looney toons style where he walks off a cliff but keeps walking mid-air until he looks down and realises there’s no ground underneath him anymore then looks directly at the audience, gulps, and plummets

[lamiue]

and I found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me)

Once Buck disappeared down the hall, Eddie looked at Chris with exaggerated offense. “I save your Buck’s life and all I get is ‘cool’?”

Chris didn’t even look up. “You want a medal or something? You were just doing your job.”

Eddie snorted. “Wow. No love for your heroic father, huh?"

Chris finally looked up, grinning. “Hey, I’m impressed. But you shouldn't act like you did what you did for me. I bet you didn't even think about me when you saw him in danger.”

“I always think about you.” Eddie defended himself.

“You shouldn't.” Chris got up from the couch. “You shouldn't always think about me.” He repeated, softer now.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Chris gave a little shrug. “I know you always say everything you do is for me. And, yeah, I get it. I’m your kid. I’m important.” He paused. “But sometimes it feels like you use me as an excuse not to deal with your own stuff."

or

After Eddie brags about saving Buck's life, Chris knocks some sense into his dad, Eddie comes out to the 118, and another near-death experince forces Eddie to confess. Then they kiss.

[lamiue]

As of today, I graduated from university. I'm no longer a 20 year old unemployed student, just a 20 years old unemployed.

[lamiue]

Is this a good place to write buddie

[maydayway]

bobby nash dead, chenford broken up, no garvez, no buddie

[austynk]

Possible Spoilers!!!

A few opinions I have while I watch Criminal Minds:

-I ship Aaron and Emily, not JJ and Emily

-JJ and Reid could have been cute if they had started dating in the earlier seasons, now it’s too late

-Penelope and Derek would have dated if she was “conventionally attractive”

-That being said, in some aspects, I like that they remained just friends

-Garvez needs to happen ASAP

-Will hate is so forced, JJ loved that man and he loved her!

[lamiue]

he seems fine most of the time (forcing smiles and neverminds)

“You are telling me that you didn't know I was homeless?”

“I mean we knew you left home but none of your stories ever indicated that you were homeless.”

Buck let out a soft, humorless laugh. “I was a nineteen year old runaway who didn't have anything but an old jeep and a change of clothes. I went days without eating, barely had gas to keep the engine running, let alone heat. I slept in that car. And when even that didn’t work... I did what I had to.”

He looked down at his hands, like he was remembering the feel of it all – cold nights, empty stomach, silence. “I rented my jeep so I could get money to buy something to eat. I had sex with various people, so I could sleep in a bed for once in a while. I spent days starving to some point that I couldn't feel hungry. I was so weak people would drag me around and force their power over me. So yeah,” He added quietly, his voice raw. “Eventually you learn how to cope. You stop calling it what it was and start calling it a choice. Because if you don’t, it breaks you.”

or

What started as Chimney's question about body counts led Buck to reveal something about his past that nobody knew.

[lamiue]

RIP Evan Buckley, you would've loved Natalie Goodman.

[lamiue]

I watched the new Next to Normal ... I'd rather get shot and in the head and be buried in the middle of nothingness.

[lamiue]

Just a lil something I'm writing. Yes this is sad.