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buckhelped-archive · 2 years
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Okay so here’s what I have so far:
-When Dean stops in to check on Sammy while he’s at Stanford (he doesn’t talk to Sam, of course, but he checks in), he drives down the coast. One of the first times, he ends up at the karaoke bar Chim and Kevin (because Dean likes karaoke)
-pre-series Dean? TOTAL FUCKING FLIRT! Literally is always flirting when we meet him. He’s all smooth words and false bravado. And when we meet Chim in 2005? He’s so unsure and off-kilter and looking for his place in the world. My point? 2004 Chimney is SMITTEN with 2004 Dean
-dean tells Chim stories about the hunts he goes on. Not the real stories - not about the times he almost dies, or how john used him for bait on hunts. He tells the stories where he’s a big damn hero, and chimney - directionless, searching for his purpose - absolutely eats it up. He wants to be a hero too. (See: chimney begins when he talks to Eli about wanting to be a hero, but in a very naive way that doesn’t include the toll the job takes)
-chimney is so superstitious because he knows monsters are real
-dean spills his feelings to Chim, but only the feelings he’s willing to admit to himself - missing sam, the way life derailed once Mary died. He doesn’t mention John when he opens up. John exists in the hunting stories - where everything is rosy and they’re heroes who save people
-it ends because the karaoke bar burns down around the same time dean and Sam reunite. Dean never goes back, and Chim wouldn’t have been there even if he did
oh my gooood ok several thoughts
has chim ever recognized a call as actually being caused by something supernatural? has he ever passed along a tip to dean or another hunter???
the way they would've related to each other about losing their mothers!! and i think chim would've envied dean's situation bc at least he has something tangible to go after for revenge to help him deal with that (even though we know how fucked up the reality is)
chim thinking of dean sometimes when they save the day and wondering what dean would think of him now
chim seeing 26 year old buck join the 118 and thinking oh god there's another one
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WIP game: scared
I was gonna give you buddie but instead I'm gonna give you bellarke! Also have a bunch of sentences because I have no self control:
“Do you honestly think, even if for some reason he didn’t feel the same way, that Bellamy Blake would cut you out of his life? That boy loves you, whether that’s romantic love or platonic, he loves you and he wouldn’t just cut you off. Save for Octavia, you are definitely the person he cares most about in this world,” Raven finished with such finality that Clarke couldn’t help but think that maybe she was telling the truth.
“I think I’m just scared,” Clarke admitted. “I get what you’re saying and I know I should just talk to him, but I’m just...scared.”
send me a word and i'll give you a few sentences from the WIP that word appears in
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thanks morgan i love you so very very much <33333
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? i love and respect my parents more than anyone else in the entire world. i would live with them forever if such a thing were possible. my parents are the smartest people i know and i've never doubted anything they've ever told me. i could trust them with any secret and know they would take care of me. i could write a peer-reviewed dissertation on how grateful i am to have been blessed with the best parents in the entire world. thank you for listening *mic drop*
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? no because i'm not clinically insane <3 i need sleep to function
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? to forgive. it's easy for me to excuse someone's actions when they do something that hurts me. it's not so easy to stop feeling hurt by it whenever i think about it though.
62: What makes you happy? two words: praise kink
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elvensorceress · 3 years
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MCotCC 22 (MCU) for the WIP ask!
OH GOSH OKAY. So, this is the next chapter of my massively, ridiculously long science bros/boyfriends fic that I have legit been working on since late 2012/early 2013? I have to take breaks because it's So Much and because the whole of the Marvel Universe basically didn't exist when I started. The damn thing is over 204K currently.
The premise is a Cinderella-esque story where they met long before the first Avengers movie, had a magical (read: porny and feelsy) night together, but Bruce has to run off and leave and Tony never stops thinking about this man he had such a connection with who never revealed his real identity.
It is here in case any one is interested. It stops in a good place right now so don't worry about the WIP tags on it. I could have ended it with Ch 21, but I had more things planned? But this is by far the longest and most involved piece I've ever written.
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doodlemeimpressed · 3 years
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For the WIP ask: scream
"He watches Steve's head slowly lift from the couch and his eyes widen at Billy, like a deer caught in the headlights. A part of him was screaming to take it back and apologize... but the other part was dying to know."
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trashbaget · 3 years
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I'm going with: a4y
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this really makes me wish i had pierced ears so i could fulfill the strawberry earrings vibes of my dreams (or that i could find good clip ons or something, and also acquire money to purchase said clip ons)
and i’m a religious converse wearer but vans were definitely the closest thing to that on this list, but also i’m not like loyal to converse and i think vans look cool & wish i har a pair but also slip ons and low tops just do not function with my feet bc i will lose my ankles and trip over my balance lmao
and yay tea vibes! it’s such a soft and gentle vibe in this photo compared to my actual tea life which is a chaotic two cups of green after 10pm bc i’m doing hw lmao
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enbyeddiediaz · 3 years
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Peach & grape!
peach - you seem super sweet ily
grape - i want to talk to u so badly!!!
awww thank you!! ily too!! also i'm always down to talk it might just take a hot minute for me to respond because i forgot or didn't see it fdasjhksak
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prettyboybuckley · 3 years
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MAKE ME CHOOSE: @phantomqueenmorrigan asked: Eddie's smile or Buck's smile -> Eddie and Buck smiling together throughout the seasons
Bonus:
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songpond · 3 years
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how could it be anyone but you?
for @alwayseddietrash 💕 (i don't know what i did here 👀)
tags:
@trashbaget ​@cowboydiaz ​ @phantomqueenmorrigan @honestlydarkprincess @chimreaper @pentagrampanikkar ​ @doodlemeimpressed @alwayseddietrash ​@outrunningthedark @enbyeddiediaz ​@eddiediazisascorpio @ghostbucksters @ghostbucksters 💕💕​
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buckhelped-archive · 2 years
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WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR MORE OF MY CHIMNEY/DEAN HEADCANONS?
WOULD I EVER!!!
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WIP game: hard
fslkjfldksjfls of course you know I'll have 'hard' in my WIPs 😂
Sometimes Buck wishes he could go back to when he didn't know he was in love with Eddie— he hadn't realized just how tactile they were until he started getting hard almost every time Eddie touched him.
send me a word and i'll give you a sentence from the WIP that word appears in
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bibabyboybuck · 3 years
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poem was written by @poetcastiel at like three in the morning for this scene despite dean not having seen a single second of 911 but being forced to listen to me rant about the episode when it aired
@phantomqueenmorrigan @tsoabuddie @trashbaget @bitchdiaz @jealouskingeddiediaz @eddiesbuckaroo @buckspooked
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elvensorceress · 3 years
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sunrise
(the 5x03 episode coda we all deserve) 
Inspired by @eric-dierr ‘s post
on AO3
There’s finality to the sound of the door shutting behind her, but the weight of more years than he’s ever known her disappears as soon as she does. 
He can breathe again. He can relax. He doesn’t have to play a part. He doesn’t have to fake picture perfect, too-exaggerated-to-be-real happiness. He can finally take his home back. 
The irony of his disaster kitchen is not lost on him. But he starts with a message, because it needs to be said, and he hates the idea of hurting anyone. Least of all hurting someone the way Buck was hurt. 
Done. It’s over.
Is what he sends. And then goes to strip the beds and cycle the laundry and wash his whole fucking house of anything touched by her. It’s only a few minutes before he receives a response. 
it go ok? r u ok? 
He could be better. He could have a clean house and a clean mind and he could simply enjoy curling up with his son and finally spending time with him. Fixing everything has to come first. 
It was fine. Probably. Who knows. You make it home?
Once the sheets are washing, he turns to the kitchen and who does this to someone else’s kitchen and just leaves it? He digs out gallon sized ziplock bags and fills them with the assortment of muffins and other baked goods. He’ll have to make a note to himself to take them to the station on his next shift. At least he won’t have to pretend to like bland, flavorless cooking anymore. 
He checks his phone and it’s been a good ten minutes without a response, so maybe Buck decided to nap or cook or… Oh, god maybe his girlfriend is there. 
At least there’s not much of anything in Eddie’s stomach right now because it twists and he’s nauseous and of all the people Buck had to pick her and it’s just… none of his business but Buck could do so much better. He deserves so much better. Though the idea of Buck with anyone is not something he wants to think about. Not that he wants Buck to be alone forever. He’s been so lonely and Eddie knows he desperately wants to be loved. But no one is ever going to be good enough for him, no one can know him well enough or love him the way he needs, he should be adored and cherished and treated like the most precious thing in existence because he is.
And that’s the most Eddie wants to think about on the subject. 
He starts by unloading the dishwasher and then has to restart by organizing his cupboards back the way the dishes and cups and silverware are supposed to be organized. Halfway through the third cupboard, his phone chimes. 
idk. technically. what r u up to?
He reads it and rereads their whole conversation, and sighs heavily. Buck could take his own advice. But then they’d both be alone again. One of them should at least have something? He starts typing and hesitates and knows his typing must have appeared and notified Buck that he’s working on a response. But. Should he? 
Fuck it. Why not. 
Cleaning up my disaster. Want to come over? 
The response is immediate. 
Yes
It’s another moment where he can finally breathe again. In that case, he unloads the clean dishes into a mostly empty cupboard and tries to tackle the dirty dishes in the sink before Buck shows up and sees the mess made of his kitchen. 
disaster?
Is the next message that pops up on his phone and Eddie contemplates sending a picture, but some things are better left a surprise. 
You’ll see.
It takes him less than fifteen minutes to walk through the door and the kitchen is only partly under control. He hears Christopher excitedly exclaim, “Buck! Buck is home! You’re here!” 
And Buck’s near giddy reply of, “Christopher! You’re also home!” He laughs and Eddie has to see them. 
He grabs a kitchen towel to dry his hands and finds Christopher clutched tightly in Buck’s arms, melting onto his shoulder much like he did at the station a few days ago. They both have their eyes closed tightly, swaying as if there’s joyful music only they can hear. Eddie wonders what it might take for him to hear it as well. 
He swallows hard and can’t look at anything else. 
Christopher lifts up and presses both of his small hands into Buck’s cheeks. “I missed you, kid.” 
Buck laughs again but his eyes look glassy even though there’s something about him that is radiant sunshine after years of being lost in a cold night. “I missed you, too, buddy.” He sets Christopher down but bends to leave a kiss on his forehead. When he looks at Eddie with that glowing sunrise of a smile, Eddie can almost believe in hope and happiness and the future. 
It makes him want to believe real love is still possible. That there is something, someone, in existence who might make his heart want and need and bleed love in every incarnation. 
Buck lets Christopher go back to playing and follows Eddie into the kitchen. Where his expression immediately turns into something horrified. “What in the,” he glances in the direction of the other room, shuts the door and mouths quietly, “Fuck happened here?”
“I told you. Disaster.” Eddie tosses his kitchen towel onto his shoulder and returns to the kitchen sink with soaking cupcake pans. 
“But,” Buck says, supremely distressed. “My kitchen.”
“I’ve been working on it,” Eddie promises. He needs to scrub down and wash away everything. 
 “She wasn’t even here that long. What the hell did she do? Who does this and just leaves someone else’s house like this?”
Eddie shrugs but gives him a smile. He can finally smile. A real smile in his own home. It’s almost strange now, but it’s possible. Then again, it’s always real when Buck is around. “That’s exactly what I thought.”
Buck shakes his head and goes to the cupboards to finish organizing them properly. He knows better where everything is supposed to belong anyway. 
With Buck’s help, it doesn’t take long to reorganize and wipe down the entire kitchen. They put new sheets and blankets on the beds and Eddie does a quick cleaning of the bathrooms while Buck vacuums and tidies the living room. They bring the dried laundry to Christopher’s room to fold and put it away and start a load of all Eddie’s work clothes, and only then does Buck turn to him and put his hands on Eddie’s shoulders. 
Eddie tries not to go weak at the touch. It feels like an eternity since they’ve hugged, since they’ve been home, since they’ve been close. 
“Thank you,” Buck says softly.
Eddie looks at him, unsure, uncertain, and longing for something they can never have. “For what?”
Buck bites his lip and tears well in his eyes. “For not being Abby. For being you.”
Eddie takes a deep breath and very lightly rests a hand on Buck’s chest. Over his heart. “Thanks for being you.” 
Buck bends his head and Eddie holds onto him, pulls him closer so Buck’s forehead rests against his own. 
It’s so easy to believe now. He can almost feel it with how they’ve grown together, built this together. There’s something so close it feels inevitable, but he knows it’s something they chose for themselves. 
When they let go, they join Christopher on the sofa and cuddle together closer than they ever have. So close Christopher wriggles out from their tight grasp because they are interrupting game time, okay? Buck looks at him for a moment but curls against Eddie’s side anyway and drifts off as they’re stretched on the couch together. 
His house his clean. His life has a new page, a fresh start, it can be anything. But he knows, no matter what, they’ll have each other and their son. It’s all his heart has ever wanted, and this time, it feels as if they will have it. 
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trashbaget · 3 years
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Rose, sage, lavender, sky, chestnut, violet
morgueyyyy!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
rose - what if we ran away to a cave and read poetry together,,, jk unless
literally i grabbed one of my poetry books when i went home this weekend let’s go find a cave
sage - i think of u not only as a blog but as a bestie
DIIIITTTTOOOOOO ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨✨✨
lavender - i would give you a bouquet of handpicked flowers
how many is this now?? idk i can’t count!! but i’m so so excited to have so many dried bouquets hanging around!!!!
sky - let’s go lie in a field together
yes, peaceful field lying
chestnut - are you okay?? no seriously
uhhhh,,, yeah? for the most part. i mean there are some ~not so greats~ but mostly i’m good yeah!
violet - me. you. therapy date.
please.
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floralbuckley · 3 years
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Stupid For You - A Buddie College AU (chapter one sneak peak)
Written by @eddiesbuckaroo and @vampirebuck
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“Uh, Evan, what do you think?”
At his name, Evan perked his head up and looked toward the front for the teacher. But his attention wasn’t focused on Evan at all. His gaze was directed toward his computer. Evan closed his eyes for a moment and tried to recall the question, but nothing was coming up. 
Another sigh. 
“Sorry, sir,” he began. “Could you repeat that?”
“Not you, Evan. I’m talking to Evan,” the teacher replied with a point to the new Evan, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 
“Well that’s definitely not going to be confusing,” Evan said sarcastically as he looked over to the new Evan, a look of equal confusion plastered over his face. 
“And what do you suggest we do about it, Mr Buckley?” The teacher said, his tone full of something like impatience and frustration at the fact that Evan had even said anything. Like Evan wasn’t a 21-year-old grown adult who couldn’t speak for himself. 
“What if we call him,” Eddie Diaz spoke up, pointing to Evan, “Buck? Like Buckley? And we can just call new Evan, Evan?” 
“Yes, fine, whatever,” the teacher said shortly. “I guess I’m happy with that.”
Evan wasn’t happy at all. Buck? What kind of a name was Buck? It made him sound like he was about to go out to feed the pigs and shovel some hay right before jumping in his tractor and driving it to the supermarket. It definitely didn’t sound like the name of a business major. 
Evan was more than not happy at all. He was furious. All he was to these people was a joke. The guy who always sat at the back of the class, who requested to do group projects alone and never had any friends to eat lunch with and got his mummy and daddy to pay extra for a room all to himself, if only to isolate him further. 
By the end of class, Evan was fuming. He couldn’t even look at Eddie Diaz without wanting to throw his textbook at his head. He couldn’t focus on getting any work done, and so his document sat with jumbled words and letters left hanging in the air as they waited to be completed. And as soon as it hit 9:30 and the teacher had dismissed them, Evan stood up abruptly from his chair. He shoved his laptop and his textbook into his backpack and stormed out of the classroom. He heard people in the classroom laughing as he left, and though he knew the laughs probably weren’t directed at him, he simply let them and their joy fuel his anger.
tags: @phantomqueenmorrigan @aehmttw @howlinbuckleydiaz @bitchdiaz 
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