leia76

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[leia76]

hi !!! i'm leia76 (read as leia67, unfortunately) and i write fanfiction ! i write lots of different stuff, currently on my fnaf kick though :3 if u ever wanna chat , just msg me !!

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CHAPTER 3 IS HERE <3

He walks toward the door and flicks the light off. His foot is already in the hallway when he stops and turns back around. Lizzie is not here anymore. But it still feels wrong to leave her in the dark. He walks over to the bed and turns on her nightlight. He stares at Mangle, still on the bed, and takes a deep breath, and then tucks her in under the covers. He doesn’t remember when he did that last for Elizabeth. “Goodnight,” he whispers, and then leans down to kiss the plushie’s forehead. “Sweet dreams, Lizzie.” It’s not a goodbye. It probably won’t be that for a long time. And he knows there are no dreams left for her to dream, least of all sweet ones. But he hopes she gets to rest, anyway. He hopes that whatever death means for her, it’s peaceful.

hand in unlovable hand.

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buck coming home from hospital. buck sitting on his couch, in his very silent house which still feels like smoke. remembering how cameron and connor were over just a day ago. and now they were dead, and theo was all alone. and what would happen if they found no relative that could take him in? buck tries to remember anything about connor's family and realizes that he can't. that he doesn't know. neither does he about cameron's.

guilt settles heavily over his chest; hes a horrible friend.

he thinks of what happens then. looks up foster families and finds the horror stories of what happens to kids placed with the wrong people. and he doesnt want it to happen to theo.

but could he actually do it? if it came down to it, could buck raise a child, and have the child turn out fine?

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“Why do you think you feel so guilty about Buck getting kidnapped?” the therapist asks, and Eddie swallows. “It wasn’t your fault; if anything, you’re the reason he’s safe and alive right now. You saved him, Eddie.” “I know that now,” Eddie stresses, and his hand rolls into a fist. “But I didn’t. I didn’t even suspect Bonnie or Earl, I was so sure it was those homophobic assholes and I almost—” I almost missed him, he thinks. I almost left him with two psychopaths. “But you didn’t. And from what you’ve told me, there was no way for you to know it was the welcoming waitress who ran you off the road, rather than the hostile, prejudiced men you almost got into a fight with.” “I guess, but I just thought—” Eddie swallows. He doesn’t want to admit it to himself, least of all to anybody else. “I was so sure it was them, and they targeted Buck because—” “Because they thought you were a couple?” she suggests, and Eddie closes his eyes. “Because they thought we were a couple,” he confirms. “And does that bother you?” she asks, and Eddie’s eyes snap open. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” “No!” he bursts out. “I mean— Buck’s my best friend. I don’t care what other people think. People mistake us for a couple all the time, I don’t care about that. But it’s just— they thought… they thought I was…” Gay, Eddie thinks, and something in his chest wilts. They thought I was gay. “And you’re not, I assume?” I don’t know. I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t know. When Eddie doesn’t answer, she continues, “So what I’ve gathered is that you don’t care if people think you and Buck are a couple. The thing that bothers you is that they think you’re gay. Am I right?” “I’m not homophobic,” he insists, like he’s trying to convince himself. “I’m not. It’s just different when it’s—” When it’s me. “I never thought you were, Eddie.” “I was convinced— I was convinced it was because of me,” Eddie finally confesses, and it’s horrible, and it’s ugly, but it’s the truth. “What was because of you?” “That they thought we were gay,” Eddie says quietly. “That they thought we were a couple because of me. Because I…” “Because you what?” “I… I don’t know,” he ends, unsure. “I just— I was just so sure it was because of me.” “You said Buck’s bisexual. Wouldn’t it be more logical to assume it was because of Buck?” “No,” Eddie fires out before he can stop himself. “I–, well, Buck’s not like me. He’s not…” “He’s not what, Eddie?” “I… I don’t know. It’s just— it’s not the same. Nobody cared when he came out. It’s fine that he’s not straight.” “And people would care if you did? If you weren’t straight?” “But I am,” he says, a little too quickly. “But if you weren’t?” Eddie mulls the question over carefully, but comes up empty-handed. He doesn’t know what to tell her anymore. “Alright, Eddie. Our session is slowly coming to an end, and we’re scheduled for next week — but in the meantime, I’d like you to think about what we’ve discussed today, okay? Take your time. There’s no deadline on this.” “I can… I can do that,” he says, and swallows. “I’ll do that. Thanks.” It’s not like he’ll be able to think about anything else anyway. The drive home is too long. Or maybe not long enough. Eddie grips the steering wheel harder than necessary, knuckles paling as the therapy session loops in his head. He can’t shake it. Because they thought we were a couple. Does that bother you? “No,” he mutters to the empty car. The one he bought just to get to Buck. “No, it doesn’t.” It doesn’t. It shouldn’t. It’s just Buck. And that kind of stuff happens to best friends all the time, right? …Right.

currently working on something!! buddie canon 2026 trust🤞🤞🤞

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The realization isn’t loud or— clear. It isn’t at all. Eddie’s in bed, staring at the ceiling, worrying about Buck — something he’s been doing ever since what happened in New Mexico — when it comes. Slowly, quietly, gently; softly, piece by piece, and then all at once. And once it truly settles over Eddie’s chest, like a warm blanket – sort of – he feels so incredibly stupid that he almost laughs. See, he’s been better lately. He has a bottle of juice in his fridge at all times now, and it’s not just for Christopher anymore. Eddie drinks it whenever he pleases. He’s better about the guilt and the shame. He’s better with grief, too (thinking about Bobby doesn’t feel like drilling his own chest open anymore. Or, it does, but it’s more like seeping sand through a sifter in search of shells on a beautiful, sunny beach than trying to dig a grave with your bare hands in the middle of the night. It hurts, but it’s nice, too.) But this? This is above his self–improvement’s pay grade. And of course this happens to him — to the most repressed man in LA. “I’m the other guy,” Buck had said, and in that context, it made sense. But now, in Eddie’s cold, messy bed, it absolutely doesn’t. Because Buck’s not the other guy. He has never been. He’s never been other anything, he’s never been just a guy. Not to Eddie. Is it the best moment to realize it? No, not at all. But as they say — better late than never, right? And with the speed Eddie’s been moving, he honestly might have never realized. He’s not even sure what brought it on. It’s just like he was thinking about Buck for a moment, and the next — he just knew. It’s like his heart has always known, and it just remembered his brain probably should know too. And so Eddie concludes: It doesn’t bother me that they thought we were a couple, he thinks. What bothers me is that we aren’t.

[ilya-rozanova]

this is the moment he realizes his lie actually might work, and instead of feeling relieved, he’s probably just terrified, because the one person closest to him, the one who always saw right through him seemingly doesn’t anymore

[bilosan]

madney and buddie parallel 8x10 Voices // 9x13 Mother's boy

[leia76]

how s9e13 felt. like genuinely. buck getting kidnapped by a woman who pretends he's her son? eddie escaping confinement to save buck? ON A HORSE. buck begging bonnie to let eddie go, and in return he'll comply with her delusions? this is so tangled coded idk why nobody's talking about it.

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“Why do you think you feel so guilty about Buck getting kidnapped?” the therapist asks, and Eddie swallows. “It wasn’t your fault; if anything, you’re the reason he’s safe and alive right now. You saved him, Eddie.” “I know that now,” Eddie stresses, and his hand rolls into a fist. “But I didn’t. I didn’t even suspect Bonnie or Earl, I was so sure it was those homophobic assholes and I almost—” I almost missed him, he thinks. I almost left him with two psychopaths. “But you didn’t. And from what you’ve told me, there was no way for you to know it was the welcoming waitress who ran you off the road, rather than the hostile, prejudiced men you almost got into a fight with.” “I guess, but I just thought—” Eddie swallows. He doesn’t want to admit it to himself, least of all to anybody else. “I was so sure it was them, and they targeted Buck because—” “Because they thought you were a couple?” she suggests, and Eddie closes his eyes. “Because they thought we were a couple,” he confirms. “And does that bother you?” she asks, and Eddie’s eyes snap open. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” “No!” he bursts out. “I mean— Buck’s my best friend. I don’t care what other people think. People mistake us for a couple all the time, I don’t care about that. But it’s just— they thought… they thought I was…” Gay, Eddie thinks, and something in his chest wilts. They thought I was gay. “And you’re not, I assume?” I don’t know. I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t know. When Eddie doesn’t answer, she continues, “So what I’ve gathered is that you don’t care if people think you and Buck are a couple. The thing that bothers you is that they think you’re gay. Am I right?” “I’m not homophobic,” he insists, like he’s trying to convince himself. “I’m not. It’s just different when it’s—” When it’s me. “I never thought you were, Eddie.” “I was convinced— I was convinced it was because of me,” Eddie finally confesses, and it’s horrible, and it’s ugly, but it’s the truth. “What was because of you?” “That they thought we were gay,” Eddie says quietly. “That they thought we were a couple because of me. Because I…” “Because you what?” “I… I don’t know,” he ends, unsure. “I just— I was just so sure it was because of me.” “You said Buck’s bisexual. Wouldn’t it be more logical to assume it was because of Buck?” “No,” Eddie fires out before he can stop himself. “I–, well, Buck’s not like me. He’s not…” “He’s not what, Eddie?” “I… I don’t know. It’s just— it’s not the same. Nobody cared when he came out. It’s fine that he’s not straight.” “And people would care if you did? If you weren’t straight?” “But I am,” he says, a little too quickly. “But if you weren’t?” Eddie mulls the question over carefully, but comes up empty-handed. He doesn’t know what to tell her anymore. “Alright, Eddie. Our session is slowly coming to an end, and we’re scheduled for next week — but in the meantime, I’d like you to think about what we’ve discussed today, okay? Take your time. There’s no deadline on this.” “I can… I can do that,” he says, and swallows. “I’ll do that. Thanks.” It’s not like he’ll be able to think about anything else anyway. The drive home is too long. Or maybe not long enough. Eddie grips the steering wheel harder than necessary, knuckles paling as the therapy session loops in his head. He can’t shake it. Because they thought we were a couple. Does that bother you? “No,” he mutters to the empty car. The one he bought just to get to Buck. “No, it doesn’t.” It doesn’t. It shouldn’t. It’s just Buck. And that kind of stuff happens to best friends all the time, right? …Right.

currently working on something!! buddie canon 2026 trust🤞🤞🤞

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“This should be you down there,” his father whispers softly against Mike’s ear, a comforting and familiar sound. His hand rests on Mike’s shoulder, slender, pale fingers a striking contrast compared to the black of Michael’s suit. “Not her. Right?”

Mike sighs, resigned. “Right. Sorry, Dad.”

“That’s alright.”

First, there were four. Then there were three. And then there were just two.

Elizabeth's death puts Mike in quite a predicament — it's just him and his father, and while initially thrilling, the sole thought starts to slowly fill him with dread once the missing children's posters start to turn up in Hurricane.

or:dead sister-check. funeral-skipped. pizza-eaten. the dog-ran over. suicide? on hold.

and then there was one

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“Busy,” he says once again, as if this time the word will change its meaning. “Your son is missing, Will. Missing. And you’re telling me you were busy?”

If Will had reported Mike missing the moment he noticed—would that change things? Would Mike already be found? Would he already be home? “You’re blowing this out of proportion,” Will snaps. “He’s not a baby, Henry! He’s thirteen! He just needed space!” “Twelve,” Henry says, quietly. “What?” Will asks, clearly caught off guard. “Michael’s twelve. His birthday is in June.”

bait & switch, chapter two

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bobby: im not your dad, buck

buck: i know that. do you?

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it starts with envy.

lance watches keith every day, and the feeling grows. but with envy, grows something else - admiration, that shapes itself into a tiny crush. really, tiny bitty crush. but keith drops out and lance moves on, so.

then theyre both in space, and its kind of inevitable thing, especially once keith becomes the leader - lance falls for him, properly this time, but theyre not meant to be. he moves on, and tells himself hes okay with just being friends.

and once lance starts moving on, keith starts to fall in love with him. keith, who wants to kiss lance on that rooftop, lance, who would kill for this moment just months ago.

and then allura dies, and keith goes back to space and lance ponders on his choices; he realizes that its been keith all along, no matter how many times he told himself different. except keith moved on already, and lance missed his chance.

" do you think you could do that? fall for me again? / how can i, when i never stopped loving you in the first place? "

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no offense on your fic WIP but march is quite famously not in the second half of the year. i mean it is literally in the first quarter.

BAHAHHAA this is why its a wip. i was supposed to write October 💀💀💀💀💀💀 but im writing both fnaf fic (which takes place in march) and mario fanfiction so i got them mixed up 😭😭😭😭

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"Luigi's born second. He's born in the second half of the year, in the second week of the month, on the second day of the week. He's born after his brother; he's the second child of his mother, the second son of his father, and the second grandchild of his grandfather.

He's born on a Tuesday, October 12th, two minutes after midnight.

The only thing Luigi is first in is being Mario's brother."

currently workimg on something

sigjs... oh boy...

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bowuigi frozen au, anybody gets me?????? jsjjjjj

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“Hello?” The voice is soft and clear, and for a moment, Henry’s sure it’s Michael who’s talking. “Who is this?”

“Mike? Is that you?” Henry asks, desperate, and maybe even hopeful.

“Ah,” comes the answer. Henry’s about to lose his mind. “Henry. So you heard…”

It’s Will, Henry realizes. Of course, it’s Will, Henry is still just in shock.

“What’s going on, Will? Police came to my house! They— they said Michael’s missing. That he’s been missing for days. That’s— that can’t be right. Is— are you okay? Are the kids okay? Are you?” Henry asks in one breath, and he clings to the phone cord. “Will, say something, damn it!”

It's March 16th, 1983, and Michael William Afton has just been declared missing. Henry Emily takes it upon himself to find out what happened to his best friend's kid.

bait & switch (everything in time)

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ok but. imagine keith as a bubbly, talkative kid before his dad dies. keith, who only ever wants to hug people, tell them how much he loves them, seeking affection at every turn. keith, being so full of life and so bright because of it you have to look away. keith, who always has the biggest smile on his face.

and then his dad dies. and he takes all of that with him - and keith becomes quiet, hotheaded, angry. so angry and so sad all the time.

and then we have lance - lance, who before the garrison has no friends. who doesnt talk unless talked to, who's shy and always hiding from people. lance, awkward and lonely.

and then he meets hunk, a friend - and he blossoms like a flower in the spring. he talks and smiles more, and breaks out of his shell.

and then theyre all in space, and all klance can think of when looking at each other is "that couldve been me / that was me"

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so basically nico di angelo in keith kogane disguise