#agentlemuse

Nicky’s hair was so good he’s so hot

The Husbands are such cute dorks we love them.

They’re also a badass battle couple and it’s hot

Speaking of hot - Tuah.

Nile stop jumping out of windows it’s a bad habit

Quynh has the best coats.

Booker looked too thin and the adidas were evil.

Nicky is a feral Italian and we love it

Did we ever stop ragging on Andy’s hair? No. 😌

Andy’s hair must be symbolism for her worsening mental state. (Dea still making me laugh when saying upon seeing Andy’s hair, Quynh will “jump back into the sea.”)

VINDICATION on Nicky’s anger vs Joe’s

Discord is a dumb name.

Weird lore. Is it going to ever make actual sense?

All of us: Okay but what about Lykon then?

Debate topic: Can immortals get tattoos and how might it work?

BOOKER NO. BAD UNCLE TRAITOR.

One track mind Dea: Making out? Booker making out?

Nicky’s speech devastated all of us. TRUE ROMANCE.

Nile has the only brain cell.

A baby nose. A sweet little noggin❤❤❤

Please give your kitty a kiss for me if that's something they let you do💖💖💖

Thank you for sending me this. My heart loves it😊😊😊

“Buck.”  

The truck stops back in the station and Buck is off like a shot, ignoring the way Eddie calls after him.  It’s been a long shift, and technically still isn’t over, but it might as well be—they’re not expecting to get sent out again in their last few minutes after spending hours cleaning up the train derailment.  Eddie is exhausted down to his very bones, aches in muscles he forgot he even had.  But he’s not worried about himself—he’s worried about Buck.

He swings down off the truck and Hen is leaning against the side of the other, arms crossed, her brow furrowed as she looks off after Buck.

“Did I hear right?” She asks.  “Abby?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.”

Eddie sighs.  “I’m gonna—”

“Yeah—yeah, you should.  Go after him.”

The thing is, Eddie knew vaguely that Buck had an ex named Abby who left before he started.  He knew that Buck had spent months hanging onto a relationship that everyone but him seemed to understand was already over.  But it’s been nearly two years and Buck’s dated—Eddie hadn’t realized how affected Buck still was until he saw his face earlier in the night, until Buck recklessly risked his life to save her new fiancé.

There’s something fierce and protective inside him that makes him want to snap and snarl and claw on Buck’s behalf.  But as there’s no one to snap at—Abby’s been gone for hours—Eddie will settle for making sure Buck is okay.  So he strips down and heads to the showers.

“Buck.”

The other man is facing the wall, head bowed low under the spray.  He doesn’t react until Eddie says his name again.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Yeah, well, you could have died tonight,” Eddie shoots back.  “So, we’re going to.”

Buck lifts his head and glares.  “I knew what I was doing, Eddie.  Just because you and Bobby decided to treat me like a child doesn’t mean I am one—”

“Yeah, and I’m not an idiot.  I know what a suicide mission looks like.  So maybe let’s be honest with each other, okay?”

That was why he walked away before, let Bobby take over.  Because he had been afraid of what he might say, what might slip out in the heat of the moment with tensions running high.  He had been half-tempted to grab Buck by his shoulders and step in close—

Don’t you understand?  Don’t you know that we care about you?  That we need you? That I—

Buck deflates, his mask of set jaw and sparking eyes cracking, slipping away to reveal the devastation underneath.  

“I wasn’t trying to—” Buck swipes at his eyes, rubs a hand over his face.  “It really wasn’t like that, I swear, I was…almost positive I could do it.  That I could save him.  And I did—I did, dammit, I—”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate.  He steps under the spray with Buck, pulling him into his arms.  For half a moment, Buck resists the pull, but then he shudders and drops his head to Eddie’s shoulder.

“I saved him,” Buck repeats, muffled and wet against Eddie’s skin.  Eddie bites his lip and closes his eyes, tightening his arms.

“I know.  I know you did.”

“I gave her everything.  I did everything right.  Even tonight, after all this time, seeing her again was just—I’m not still in love with her, but it didn’t matter, I still wanted—and it still wasn’t enough.  I wasn’t.”

Eddie’s stomach drops, his throat getting tight.  He pulls back, sliding one hand around Buck’s neck to look him in the eye.  

“Hey.  Listen to me.”  Buck’s eyes are red, but he looks up.  Eddie swallows.  

“You are enough,” he says.  “You are more than enough.  God, Buck—everything you’ve done for me, for Christopher, for this team, and yeah, hell, everything you did for her tonight—it’s incredible.  And it means more than I could ever—you’re enough.  I see that.  I see you.  If she couldn’t, that just means she didn’t deserve you.”

Buck exhales shakily, his eyes closing.  He’s quiet for a long moment.

“Everyone always leaves,” he admits, eyes still closed.  “My whole life, nobody—nobody ever stays.”

“I’ll stay,” Eddie promises.  Buck makes a hurt sound, but still doesn’t open his eyes.  Eddie’s thumb gently strokes the side of his neck.

“I’ll stay,” he repeats.  “Let me prove it.”

“Eddie…”

Eddie sways closer, presses his forehead against Buck’s.  

“Let me.  Please.”

Let me be good for you, too.  

Buck shudders again, but then his hand is sliding around the back of Eddie’s neck and his mouth is on his and Eddie—

34. The feeling of fingers brushing together by accident

They’re usually good about PDA.

Usually.

It’s not like they weren’t tactile with each other before they got together, but now every touch has a different undertone to it. Not charged, necessarily, but comfortable. A promise of more, softer (or hotter) touches later, away from the wary eyes of their friends.

Except sometimes, they are charged. Very charged. So charged that Eddie feels like one wrong move will create enough static to jolt him right out of his skin.

Like right now. And Buck is just...smirking about it.

It started innocently enough — Buck’s hand brushing the small of his back as he passed to head out of the locker room. A normal thing that happens every day. But today, it made Eddie shiver so hard his whole body twitched, goosebumps all over, that tingling feeling of desire coming out of nowhere.

Buck froze as he heard Eddie breathe out harshly. It didn’t take long for him to connect exactly how Eddie was feeling and exactly how he can keep making him feel that way.

And now he won’t stop touching him.

Hand on his shoulder, fingers dancing over his pulse point on his neck during team meeting. Hand bracing his thigh as he sits next to Eddie on the couch, slowly moving upwards until it’s low enough to still be decent, but high enough that Eddie can’t focus on anything else. Coming up a hair too close behind him while he’s doing dishes, breath ghosting on the back of his neck as he places his mug in the suds.

Eddie’s so close to bursting into flames, he’s shocked there isn’t smoke pouring out of his ears.

The last straw is completely accidental. It’s 1:00am and neither of them can sleep, so they’re cleaning out the fridge — Buck checking expiration dates, Eddie cleaning out and trashing containers. Buck sticks a hand out, holding a bottle of what may or may not be dijon mustard, and Eddie grabs it, fingers brushing Buck’s where they’re wrapped around the bottle.

Next thing he knows, he’s got Buck pressed up against the fridge, lips frantically pressed together, pulling at Buck’s shirt so he can finally get his hands on the skin that’s been teasing him all day. Buck’s hands are tangled in his hair, pulling softly enough to not hurt, but hard enough that he feels it all the way down his spine. He’s licking into Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie relishes the soft moans he hears, because as keyed up as he’s been all day, it’s nice to know Buck was in the exact same place. Every part of him feels alive, Buck’s fingers leaving sparks as they move down to his shoulders, and there’s a ringing in his ear that’s getting louder and louder—

“Diaz! Buckley! Get your asses in the truck before I report you for public indecency!”

They jump apart, taking in their matching blushes and disheveled hair before they dissolve into laughter, just for a minute. They hear the truck horn blare and quickly put each other back together, Eddie tucking Buck’s shirt back in, Buck smoothing down Eddie’s hair. Buck smiles at him, kissing his cheek before running down the stairs, Eddie close behind. 

;_;

Congratulations on being a wonderful writer. Your talent brings joy to so many and you will never know how impactful your fics are.

3 Fics by Lauren (spinningcircles on AO3)

you play, and everything else goes away - 2k - Eddie centric, Buddie

The cello, though. As soon as he sat down with it securely between his knees, he knew this was different. Better. The tones were lower, warmer, and he could feel them in every inch of him, felt in command of the music he was playing. All he played was a D major scale, but it was enough to know this was it for him.

Who would have thought you could hear music through words? Well, you’ve done it with this truly wonderful fic. You capture Eddie’s thoughts in such a beautiful way and you’ve given us all dreams of learning to play the cello.

don't wanna hand you all my trouble (don't wanna give you all my demons)   - 2k - Eddie centric, Buddie

The nightmares don’t start after Afghanistan. They start when Eddie is seven and there’s a monster under his bed.

This work is devastatingly good. It’s heartbreaking and gorgeous, a true demonstration of your talent.

i will learn to love the skies i'm under -2k - Eddie centric, Buddie

Eddie can’t focus on one good or bad thing long enough to pinpoint what exactly is making him feel like this. It just seems to be the general cloud of past traumas hanging over his brain, and it’s raining all the residual bad feelings down, and he doesn’t have an umbrella.

If you asked me a perfect fic, I would show you this one. You wrote Eddie’s emotional suffering so perfectly and it’s achingly beautiful. It ends on a hopeful note that makes us in turn have hope for our own lives.

Lauren, you’re a lovely presence on all of our dashes and your writing is incredible! Thank you for helping make this fandom what it is.

And now, readers, it’s your turn!

If you’re reading this, go check out Lauren’s work! Leave a comment, leave another one if you’ve already done it, and go reblog their fics!