#i ordered them from newest to oldest

[ningadudexx]

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Happy halloween... have some ominous monkeys ! ( * _ * )_/ 🎃🐒

[isaacz]

so deltarune pilled rn

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I have collected rankings from multiple ikemen elections and determined the characters that most commonly rank low.

So why not do a popularity poll or election of sorts for the ikemen characters most commonly ranked at the bottom of election results.

Simply because I'm really curious!

Data is slightly off for Ikevil and Ikrev, because Ikevil hasn't had enough elections to have the consistency (except for Liam being in last), and I'm pretty sure Ikerev had new characters drop just before it sunset.

I still feel like this isn't guaranteed the most accurate results, because the ikerev fandom is less active now, and what if someone really likes multiple characters? but since they can only pick one it makes the characters they didn't vote for appear less loved. But oh well. I suppose it would be about accurate for a usual ikemen election except for the fact that whales, dolphins, and f2p all have the same number of votes

Reblog for more accurate results!

[finchers-ipad]

my Fincher magazine collection (so far)!!

[tomatoteddy]

Realisation hit me that I’ve never shared some of my traditional drawings here soooo *throws them at you before running away*

[teapartiez]

Chat can u really call them ur fave character if they don’t look different every time u draw the,

[kunkuneishon]

CRINGETOBER / INKTOBER : day 10 "Fursona"

Featuring all my fursonas (or most of) since 2015

[boyheros]

ok I was drawing pony maverick earlier and it got me thinking about the other clones. I made Maverick a pegasus and I was content with that for all the clones too BUT I realized ohh well cuz many of the clones are genetically modified maybe I can use that to make some of the clones different kinds of ponies? so here we go:

Maverick is a pegasus as previously stated bc of his everlasting angel motif (original version of his character was an angel lol). Ana is a unicorn, she has a superiority complex about it. Uses her magic lifting-things skills to wield her defacing scissors. Foster, Hurricane, and the currently unnamed G clone would probably all also be pegasi for consistency. the Template Maverick as well.

Elaine though, she would also be a unicorn. She's a surgeon so the magic thing could be for. healing spells or whatever MLP characters do. or wielding surgical tools idk. but it fits really well because in the story Ana's favorite successor clone is Elaine, due some similarities they share and blah blah whatever else. so them both being unicorns shows that well methinks

[idiotarsonist]

Thx to @yvesdot for tagging me!

Rules: List your five all-time favorite films and have people vote on which one fits your vibe.

If you see this and you want to do it too consider yourself tagged! (And tag me in ur post so I can see it too <3)

[arainesque]

‧₊˚✧ fic masterlist ✧˚₊‧

user: arainesque

love deconstructed

“George’s breath was stuck in his throat. He felt it coming, everything was leading up to this moment, and he’d been prepared, yet here it was. His breath stuck in his throat and his heart pounding hard enough for Matty to feel it against the side of his ribs. Could probably hear it in the silence of the room.”

In the search for it, inside of you

“George-“ Matty said, reaching a hand out to cradle his jaw. Running his thumb over his cheekbone, feeling his elevated pulse against his index finger. “There’s nothing I want more in life than to touch you.”

George’s Adams apple visibly moved as he swallowed.

“Then touch me.”

read my mind, do what i can't say

“Why won’t you talk to me?” Matty questioned, continuing his endless pushing to get George’s attention. To get a reaction from him, any at all.

His thoughts were painfully loud to Matty, even when George tried to keep him out. Loud but unintelligible, like being in another room when people were fighting on the other side of the wall."

you took my misery and like a sadist, i let you

"So he’d taken his own melancholia and given it to George, and unlike the gift of life, this one had been wrapped haphazardly. A big sticker on it that was impossible to miss, bolded capital letters that spelled out: DO NOT OPEN. Underlined."

I need you, even when you're here

“You love ice cream.”

“No, I love you.” George drawled and Matty could practically see the pout on his face. Could see it in his head in vivid colours, actually. Could see the heavy eyelids and glossy sheen of his bottom lip.

I told you I'm fine, and you're insane

"He pressed a hand to his own chest, hoping to find stillness beneath his ribs but ended up pressing painfully against his bruised heart instead, pounding pathetically beneath his palm. Like it was on its last sprint. Tired and overworked. He felt sick."

── ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ──

user: pre-arainesque

uncertainty, not afforded

"Matty was part of George enough to know he probably wasn’t going to. But there’s certain situations where uncertainty is so far out of the question it’s unthinkable. And George’s brain doesn’t operate like a binary system, as much as Matty knows he’d like it to. Yes or No. True or False. Times where Matty could understand George’s desperate need for definite answers. So he had to go."

first impressions in the past tense

"And suddenly it felt like they were back in Matty’s old bedroom. When one thing had led to another and suddenly Matty’s eyes were softening, his hand tentative against George’s cheek. Matty’s breath had been hot against his face and then he was kissing George. Just like that. Simple, really."

deep in the shallow

"George smiled gently and Matty no longer cared to find out if they were more than the particles that they were made up of. Didn’t care about the purpose of the consciousness, the ability to witness and reflect. Didn’t care that he’d take his own consciousness to the grave with him, that he’d never get to slice George’s brain open and see the world from his perspective."

what was strong

"When George was sad he was really sad. Sad in the way where everybody in the room could feel it. Infectious in the worst possible way. It seeped through Matty’s skin and mingled with the molecules in the air to create a thick viscous fog. Not the comforting kind. At least that’s what it felt like to Matty. It was like turning off the sun."

yellow petals in blonde hair

"S’ kind of hot," Matty swallowed as he watched George’s hand completely engulfing his own waist. He let his palm slide over George’s ear to once again let it rest against his jaw. Tugging him forward by the back of his head. "You, in the kitchen."

yet, there was George

"All in all, George is an enigma and Matty is pondering and reminiscing."

the one who loves and the one who knows

"The tears pooled in the dip between his clavicles. Glistening over his ”broken” tattoos. Isn’t that ironic. It’s out of body and it’s palpable in every cell. And George was hurting."

longing for serenity

"Because when it’s good it’s good and when it’s bad they burn and burn and burn until the fuel cools and the pressure drops and all of the stars in the universe collapse into supernovas."

── ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ──

tumblr blurbs

for future reference

growing up, and together

in trust, i let you feel

[d1stalker]

MASTERLIST

Last Updated: September 12th, 2024

** indicates nsfw content || all works fem!reader || !! indicates personal fave

- linked in descending order from oldest to newest

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Embers of Connection (6.3k)

You're not like him. In fact, you're not like any of them. Maybe that's why he doesn't trust you-- why he doesn't want to trust you. But, time and time again, you prove him wrong.

I Want You ** (2.9k)

Logan is jealous of you and Scott's friendship, not knowing your true feelings.

No Right (2.6k)

Driven by his emotions, Logan tries to make a harsh decision that leads to a heated confrontation.

Undercover Flames | Pt. 1 Pt. 2 | (18k)

It was supposed to be easy: infiltrate the gala, gather intel, and report back. But when a mission takes a deadly turn, Logan is forced to confront his deepest fears as he races to save the woman who means more to him than life itself.

Second Nature (4.2k)

In the freezing cold of the wild, you are saved by a man with many secrets. He takes you in, and soon you learn that you’d follow him anywhere.

The Feeling's Mutual | Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Final | (30k) !!

If somebody told you a week ago that you were a mutant, being stalked, and would be teaming up with an annoying, grumbly bastard, you probably would have laughed in their face. Too bad that was last week, because here you are, in that very situation, wondering how in the world things escalated so quickly.

All of You, All of Me (14.2k)

In a world of black and white, the only person who could bring colour to your life is the last one who'd want to.

A Peaceful Repose (1.6k)

After some time away on a mission, Logan comes home, and all he wants to do is be around you

This is Ours ** (18.8k) !!

It's your first time back at your grandparents' farm in years, and while many things are the same, one thing is not: they've hired a new farmhand.

Suspension Bridge Effect (2.6k)

You saved one of the younger mutants during a mission, and now he’s obsessed with you, much to Logan’s dismay

Origin (14k) !!

Two people, one shared past, and decades apart.

Collateral Damage ** (21k) !!

The X-men are heroes—they save the world, eradicate threats and protect both mutants and humans alike. You don't see it that way, though.

[riinchu]

GABRIEL IN A DRESS ART DUMP!!!!! 🚨

Hey everyone sorry for not posting is been too long!! ANYWAYS here’s all of the Gabriel + v1 drawings i have drawn while being gone! ✨

I’ll be more active from now on i SWEAR! (I have drawn a lot more but i cant fit it within this post so ill make a part 2)

They are in order from the oldest to newest!

Someone posted this very cool bloody weeding outfits so i had to draw these two in them!

I had to draw this dress because it looks very similar to a dress we all know super well :3

I HAD TO DRAW HIM IN THIS RED ONE ITS SO PRETTY AAAA

Made this drawing because of the shoes believe it or not. But obviously that not what people focused on lol

I absolutely love the way this drawing came out. Tbh i think it’s my best outfit i have drawn him in!!

Heres Gabriel in a night gown talking with his boyfriend :3

And here’s the latest drawing i have made so far! I know hes not wearing a dress but i mean come on he looks gorgeous :3

Thank you for looking at my hyper fixation and i hope you will enjoy my future stuff ❤️

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

DREW STARKEY & CHARACTERS MASTERLIST ౨ৎ

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗:

𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 - ☀︎ 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 - ☾ 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 - ☆

A/N: finally created a masterlist for drew & rafe (and other characters if requested), so i hope you enjoy !! fics are posted in chronological order from oldest to newest (top to bottom), series will be updated when i begin to do any !!

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘:

ONE-SHOTS —

the prank that backfired (sort of?) ☀︎

drew starkey x fem!reader

reader and drew decide to play a prank on the obx cast for her youtube channel. they do the “asking to have another girl over” prank, which results in a very angry obx cast who are out to get drew.

i think he knows ☀︎ ☆

drew starkey x fem!craig!reader (daniel craig’s daughter)

daniel craig introduces his daughter to his co-star drew starkey at the after party for the ‘golden globes,’ and they do more than just hit it off.

you were, faking? ☀︎

drew starkey x gn!reader x obx!cast

the unspoken prank war between the obx cast finds a new pair in the lead when Y/N and Drew decide to pull a fainting prank.

head over heels ☀︎

drew starkey x fem!reader

in which drew starkey is head over heels in love with his girlfriend, y/n.

this was a prank? ☀︎

drew starkey x fem!reader

y/n pulls her family into a trending prank where you pretend to embarrass your partner in front of your family…i wonder how drew reacts?

not your bro ☀︎

drew starkey x fem!reader

y/n decides to use some ‘unusual’ nicknames for her boyfriend, drew, except it drives him insane.

my masterpiece ☀︎ ☆

drew starkey x plus size!fem!reader

after drew catches his girlfriend crying about the hate she’s receiving, he decides to show her exactly how much he loves her.

waiting ain’t easy ☾ ☀︎

drew starkey x fem!reader

after 6 gruelling months of long distance with drew, y/n decides to surprise him on set.

bigger than the whole sky ☾ ☀︎

drew starkey x fem!reader

while filming an emotional scene, y/n receives devastating news about her mum, leading to a heartbreaking breakdown on set as her boyfriend drew and their co-stars comfort her.

SERIES —

nothing to see here yet…

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍:

ONE-SHOTS —

i’m not him ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

in which rafe snaps at reader during a heated argument and she flinches, her past trauma resurfacing. rafe breaking the main promise he made to her: to not be anything like her father.

all mine ☆

rafe cameron x fem!reader

rafe has to give his bratty gf an attitude adjustment. maybe a little teasing should work?

i get you ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

rafe and weird!reader are one of the strangest couples in the obx. nobody has any clue how the cunning and cruel rafe cameron is dating the epitome of sunshine. but rafe just gets her, and she just gets him.

animals ☾ ☆ (potential series !!)

rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

in a world where obsession blurs the lines between love and hate, y/b and rafe cameron are locked in a toxic game of desire and dominance. as the tension between them reaches a boiling point, rafe’s possessiveness and y/n’s defiance threaten to expose the truth—some animals can’t resist the hunt.

mess it up ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

rafe realises he’s been neglecting his girlfriend to hang out with the guys, so he pulls out all the stops to make it up to her.

someone to stay ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

when rafe’s girlfriend doesn’t show up to his safe house during a hurricane he fears the worst, and wonders if he’ll get to tell her that he loves her.

linger ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

a sweet, introverted bartender and obx’s very own troubled golden boy share an unspoken connection—until jealousy, misunderstandings, and unspoken feelings finally push them to confront the truth.

crazy ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

y/n knows exactly what makes rafe angry, and after a fight she uses it to her advantage.

million reasons ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

rafe cameron’s fear of love/commitment pushes y/n away—until he realises losing her is far worse. desperate, he finally confesses his feelings and gives her a reason to stay.

him & i ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

rafe confronts the pogues after they try to get his girl to turn on him—big mistake.

subtle is a strong word ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

rafe uses a tiktok trend to his advantage.

block me out ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

haunted by her ex’s cruel words, y/n wishes she could block herself out. but rafe sees her differently—like she hung the stars in the sky.

fear of water ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

after an abusive past, y/n struggles with toxic communication in her relationship with rafe. when fear pushes her away, love teaches her to stay.

blowing smoke ☾

rafe cameron x fem!reader

after rafe betrays her trust, y/n exposes his lies at a party, humiliating him in front of everyone—and walking away without looking back.

begin again ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

a revenge plan turns complicated when y/n falls for rafe cameron—the one person she was never supposed to love. but was it ever just revenge?

favourite crime ☾ ☀︎

rafe cameron x fem!reader

trapped in a deadly chase through the desert, y/n kills to save rafe—forcing them to confront love, heartbreak, and the ghosts of their past.

SERIES —

nothing to see here yet…

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

[pipthegreat]

Info Cards‼️

These took a while to make but I fairly like how they turned out. These are all ordered from the oldest to newest member of Digital Fun Park!

Welcome to Digital Fun Park, a canceled VR horror game that was brought back to life.

When the company gave up on an in-progress horror game, it was left to fade away. But a virus inside of it came to life and couldn't stand being lonely anymore, so it brought people to its digital world.

Poster:

How abstraction works:

The Adventures:

The Solar Eclipse:

First designs + lineup:

I'll edit this post when I make "important" things about the au, also please ask me questions because I absolutely love this au!!

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Comics:

* Jax's hatred

* What could happen

* First introduction

* Gangle's comics

* A silly mistake

* The Mask

* Bonding

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Info:

* Tadc / dfp

* Missing parts

* Outside the park

* Bubble

* Rest

* Abstracted

* Gloink Queen

* Fear of the park

* Defense

* Closed eye

* Jax.

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"Can I make fanart?":

Of course you can! I don't mind at all and it makes me extremely happy!

"Is there any ships?":

There are no cannon ships in this au but if you want to ship the characters you can totally go for it! Self shipping is also welcome! As long as it doesn't involve minor x adult though.

"Can I make NSFW?":

You do you, just don't send it to me alright? ^^

[dreamscapesofimagination]

I'll Crawl Home To Her

AN: Have a super sweet Lucifer confession. I'm so proud of her. I listened to Work Song by Hozier and this happened.

TW: Fluffy, so fluffy. Very in love Lucifer, cute sleepy Luci, I cannot overstate how much he loves you.

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It had almost stumbled from his lips so many times. Three little words he almost said at times far better than this.

Ballroom dances in which you had been more radiant than the Celestial Palace, glowing with an air of ethereal beauty. Your hand in his, warm eyes fixed only upon him. He had imagine the words flowing smoothly from his lips, the way you would smile as you overjoyed at his confession.

The words had gotten stuck, Lucifer suddenly wondering why you would want him.

He, who had hurt you several times. Who had always treated you as less than him.

The second time had been over a glass of Demonus (wine for you) in his study. You had come to study in there, seeking its quiet solace so you could focus away from the demands of his brothers.

You had asked him a question about the subject, voice shyly apologizing for interrupting him, but you really didn't understand this sigil and its significance in the Devildom.

Some sort of superstitious inheritance to the more primitive past of demons, he had explained succinctly, watching in awe as curiosity dawned on your soft face.

He could sense them, the questions that burned in your throat. It was not the first time he had seen this curiosity, but to see it so raw, so real- he needed to hear more of your questions, if only to see how your wide-eyed gaze regarded him as if he were the most fascinating being to exist.

Questions had turned into conversation, which had led to now, you two sharing a drink while your giggles subside from a wry remark he had made ("If they had seen my father look for his shoes, they'd worship him less").

That sound. That sound was the finest he had ever heard. He could listen to it forever, his chest swelling with the knowledge that he could make you laugh.

It had almost fallen from his lips, and then he choked, wanting the moment to be just right. He wanted it to be grand- flowers, dinner, a kiss.

The third time Lucifer almost blurted out those three little words was when you stood up to him.

The week had been a particularly taxing one- dealing with missives from various members of the royalty, credit card statements from Mammon's latest gambling spree, Asmo's "much needed" shopping spree, Satan's newest bookshop binge- not to mention Levi's online orders and Beel's restaurant trip. They were wealthy, as members of Diavolo's inner court, but organizing the payments was a headache as he deducted from each demon's account. He had also heard a couple of whispered threats towards you. The culprits would never act on it (not after what Lucifer had threatened, relishing in the taste of fear as their faces went white), but now he had to organize appropriate safety measures for you. The problem? He couldn't shake the feeling that you would only be completely safe with him.

And then, Mammon had started a fire in the kitchen.

The second oldest couldn't leave you alone for five minutes while you cooked. He had bumbled in your way, causing oil to spill on the lit burner.

Sure, you had stifled it very quickly, and neither of you had been hurt, and Mammon was stammering out apologies to you, ears bright red.

Still- how could he be so careless? What if you had gotten hurt? Can't he just back off of you for a second?

After the final sentence you had stepped between him and a blustering Mammon, glaring up at him, hand on your plush hip.

The way your eyes narrowed has his brain resetting, and when you berated him for how he was speaking to Mammon, and how it was an accident.

He had nearly breathed out the words, entranced by your fierceness, your desire to protect his brother.

How a human like you was protecting a demon, and not for the first time.

Yeah, he needed to organize his confession.

And now? How he actually says it?

Just a few days after the incident in the kitchen, he found himself leaning back in his chair, groaning in exhaustion.

A peak at his D.D.D revealed the time to be one forty-three in the morning.

He had long since loosened his tie, top few buttons undone, sleeves haphazardly rolled up his arms. His hair was a mess from how many times his fingers had worried through it, glasses sagging low on his nose.

His eyes burned, swimming with mind-numbing words.

He shoved his chair back, deciding that he would work through one more cup of coffee and then he would call it a night.

He padded through the house on sock-clad feet, shoes long since kicked off somewhere into his study.

He froze at the sound of clinking around the corner, the soft sound of humming in the kitchen.

The sweet, siren song within.

He krept around the corner, hesitating in the door way when he saw you.

You puttered around in the kitchen, preparing the coffee maker and placing a mug underneath the spout. You were the picture of domesticity, old pajama pants, worn from use, oversized knit cardigan obscuring the shirt you wore. You hummed some song from the human world as you worked, placing a cookie on a plate from the batch you had made with Levi earlier (you had been insisting that since you make an effort for his interests, he make an effort to participate in yours, a fair trade in Lucifer's opinion).

He cleared his throat and you squeaked at the sound, whirling around.

If he could, he would bottle the sound of your surprise, keep it hidden away to listen too when he needed a pick-me-up.

And then you choked out an explanation (you were going to surprise him, figured he was up late and might need the coffee, and definitely a snack).

The sweet innocence of your voice as he approached, looking up at him with such a genuine, warm expression-

"I- I love you." he stammered out the words, voice low and sleepy, too tired to hold back the phrase he had almost said so many times before.

Your eyes flew wide at his statement, his hands grabbing your waist, pulling you into him.

His fingers sank into the plush of your love-handles, gripping you as if he was afraid you'd vanish, like an mirage in the desert that was his life.

Your hands landed gently on his chest, looking so cute with the flustered look on your face.

And then the most epochal smile spread across your plump lips.

And you said it back.

"I love you too," falling so sweetly from your mouth.

So many times he had nearly said it, and by all there was he had wanted the moment to be grand, to give you the universe with his confession.

Yet now, while he leaned down, lips pressing carefully into yours, he knew that there would have never been a more perfect moment than this one here.

For the first time in a millennia, he found himself unsure what would happen next.

All he knew is that as long as he had you, it would be worth it.

[diaznbuckley]

All time favorite Buddie fics

I have an insane amount of fics bookmarked on AO3 so this list is honestly mostly for my reference. I don't have them organized on there and trying to find them with key words has gotten exhausting.

These have a special place in my heart and I couldn't possibly rank them so they're in order from date published (oldest to newest).

the distance to the stars - cloudydaisies | 27k words

“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him.

“That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him.

-

or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

and longer by far - farfromthstars | 14k words

“Eddie’s been married once, and after Shannon asked him for a divorce and then died before they could do anything about it, he figured that was it for him. One marriage with all its ups and downs is enough for a lifetime. Granted, he didn’t think he’d fall in love with Buck and be lucky enough for that love to be returned.”

OR

Everyone seems to expect Eddie to propose to Buck any minute now, which is annoying because Eddie doesn’t want to get married again. He's sure of that. Or is he?

got me feeling like it’s all gonna be okay - wafflesofdoom | 8k words

eddie had always loved being hugged, as a child - his mom, his sisters, his abuela, they always said that eddie clung to them like a little monkey. he had never thought it was something to be embarrassed by until his father had looked at him and told him maybe he should consider growing up and not needing his family to hold his hand.

or - eddie struggles to voice his want for physical affection to buck as their relationship turns romantic, and buck helps him embrace his clinginess again.

a touch of someone else (to save me from myself) - allyasavedtheday | 19k words

Of course, all of that comes to a grinding halt when he stops outside the locker room to find arguably one of the hottest guys he’s ever seen getting changed right by his locker.

He stands there, gaping and trying desperately to get his mind out of the gutter – but Jesus, those abs – when someone bumps his shoulder and he turns to find Hen sidling up to him.

“Enjoying the view?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

Buck raises an eyebrow, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk of his own. “He from B shift or something?”

Hen’s about to answer him when Bobby appears on his other side. “That’s Eddie Diaz, our new recruit.”

Buck’s brain does some approximation of a record scratch and he whirls around to face Bobby. “New recruit? Why?”

*

In which Eddie joins the 118 during season 1 instead of season 2 and Buck has a lot to say about it. AKA Eddie meets Buck 1.0.

Ever After - elvensorceress | 7k words

He’s so gorgeous. He’s the most perfect thing to wake up to. They woke up together. Tangled around each other. They slept naked. They’ve kissed many times now. They kissed and touched and made love for the first time and he’s never been loved like that ever. No one’s ever wanted him more than they wanted the sex with him. But it felt like Eddie did. Like Eddie does.

Buck curls his hands around Eddie’s arm and reaches up to touch his face, almost afraid he’ll touch nothing and this might disappear. But he hasn’t disappeared.

There’s stubble beneath his fingers. There’s warmth all around him because he’s being held. His heart is rushing, sprinting like it can’t arrive fast enough. “You’re really here,” he says, more to himself, in awe that Eddie’s curled against him. There’s an arm around him and he’s holding onto it. He held Eddie all night.

~~~

Sweet morning sex after their first night together because they are so in love and soft for each other.

everything (nothing) has changed - bizarrestars | 48k words

After Eddie gets shot, Buck confesses his love. From there, things get a little out of hand.

***

Buck breathes for a moment, then sets his shoulders. "Eddie, there's something I have to tell you."

"Do you?" Eddie asks flatly, still alarmed and doing his best to hide it. "I would've never guessed."

Buck swallows. "Eddie, I love you."

"Are you softening the blow, or buttering me up? Because, I've got to tell you, I'm still very worried regardless," Eddie tells him.

"No, you don't understand. I love you. I'm currently in love with you," Buck says as evenly as possible, and even then, his voice wobbles precariously there for a moment. He exhales. "You don't have to worry about it, though, because I've processed it and decided to—to find relief in telling you before moving on and moving forward."

Eddie stares at him. No response at all.

Well, at least he's not freaking out.

beneath my mother tongue - archerincombat | 31k words

He sits bolt upright in his seat. Jee-Yun squeals at the sudden movement. “Holy shit,” he says out loud, simultaneously praying that it doesn’t become one of those words his niece repeats until it loses its sparkle. “I told Eddie I loved him.”

Jee-Yun laughs. It feels a little like she’s mocking him. “Dee,” she agrees solemnly, placing a tiny hand on Buck’s cheek.

Or: Buck goes home to Pennsylvania. It's more familiar than he wants it to be.

i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard - rarakiplin (gmontys) | 9k words

Buck’s eyes fall shut, something pained and vulnerable sliding into the bend of his eyebrows. “I’m…I’m with Taylor now,” he says, barely a whisper.

And Eddie’s been doing a pretty good job at being brave about all of this, at not flinching away from Buck’s rejection, but that hits and burrows.

“Okay.”

-

or, in which eddie's will reveal is a love confession, and buck takes a second to catch up

let the words fall out - fallingthorns | 10k words

“Buck, listen to me,” Eddie says, grabbing Buck’s wrist and lifting it off of his thigh. “I think that I’m . . . Bad at being a dispatcher?” He phrases it like a question, because – well, because he knows it, but he’s not sure if anyone else has clocked that fact yet.

And Buck, much to Eddie’s confusion, blinks at him for approximately four seconds before breaking out into fits of loud, deep laughter. “I’ve been keeping a list,” Buck says. “Let’s start from the beginning.” -- Or, the one where Eddie absolutely cannot handle working a desk job.

maybe love won’t let you down- sibylsleaves | 15k words

Buck tells Eddie he’s in love with him. Eddie pines.

or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

gravity holds me down - spaceprincessem | 14k words

“Eddie.”

Eddie jerks out of the moment, pain registering around his bicep where Hen is squeezing him too hard. There’s an edge to her voice, jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed as she looks across from where they are standing. Eddie follows her gaze and his entire body freezes.

“Whatever you do,” Hen’s voice is low, dark, “do not let him take Buck.”

Jonah can’t see them from where he’s standing, his back mostly turned as he flashes a light in one of the patient's eyes. Eddie shifts without thinking, blocking Buck and Christopher from view. Fuck the fire, Eddie thinks as he plants himself where he’s standing.

stranger sunlight, still - mmtion | 64k words

When the 118 find out about Buck’s secret thirst account on Instagram – to raise fire safety awareness, obviously – they make fun of him the appropriate amount and move on. Eddie, who has had some recent and birthmark-shaped revelations about his feelings, finds it a little harder to do the same.

Of course, Eddie would never invade Buck’s privacy by searching for and finding the anonymous account. Or looking at all the uploaded photos late at night. Or even directly messaging Buck’s secret account. That would be weird, because he’s certainly not planning on doing anything about his newfound attraction.

However, anonymous account @elbombero118 has no such limitations.

even when the night changes - fallingthorns | 54k words

Eddie’s a steady man who likes predictability. He buys the same beer all the time, the same shirts just in different colors, the same type of mulch for the garden every year.

But the thing is, Chris is starting high school in two weeks, and Bobby has been floating the idea of retirement around more and more. Chim and Maddie are expecting a second baby, and Pepa and Abuela have been talking of looking for a new home for Abuela soon.

And then there’s the promotion and the transfer, and it’s all just a bit much for Eddie to handle.

But he spins the silicone ring on his finger, smiling down at it while the heat of Buck’s thigh presses carefully into his own. At least that’s something that isn’t changing. -- Or, even when everything changes, some things stay the same.

blue skies - spaceprincessem | 36k words

“Most babies are born as accidents,” She says suddenly, like she’s decided that Buck has passed, that she can trust him with this.

Buck doesn’t really have an answer because that question hits way to fucking close to home. A year or so ago he would have said, yes, I was an accident, so I know how that goes, but Buck knows better now. Knows that he would almost give anything for that answer to still be yes. Evie’s finger works under the seal to rip it open, a stack of important looking papers dumping out onto the table in front of her.

“Not me,” she says without looking up as she organizes them into a neat stack, “I was engineered.”

And.

And Buck’s pretty fucking sure a giant, cataclysmic hole has ripped right open, dragging him down to the earth’s core where he vaporizes into dust.

{or Buck meets another savior baby and everything comes crashing down}

Tick Tick Boom - chasethewindtouchthesky | 30k words

“Did you know if you put a frog in water and slowly bring it to boiling, it won’t hop out?” Chris is chattering as Buck makes a quick dinner while Eddie argues with his gas company on the phone. He can hear the occasional swear word in Spanish as his voice raises. Eddie doesn’t like to raise his voice around Christopher – the very thought makes Buck want to kiss him full on the mouth – so he decided to take it to the living room while Chris sits with his homework in the kitchen and Buck cooks.

“Hmm?” Buck asks, unable to fully pull himself out of Bobby’s baked mac and cheese recipe. It took him years, but he finally convinced the man to write it down. Bobby’s handwriting was juvenile at best on a good day, but this was nearly unreadable. Buck wonders if he did that on purpose. “Frogs?”

“Yeah!” Chris states. “My teacher said that if you put a frog in a pot, you have to make sure it’s not immediately boiling. You put them in water and then slowly raise the temperature and they won’t realize what’s happening. Then once they realize, they have no place to go. They can’t jump out.”

*

S6 Spec: Buck decides he doesn’t need therapy, reverts to some bad habits, and explodes. Or, the Breakdown Fic.

i owe you a black eye and 2 kisses - colonscopys | 29k words

 Four weeks later, Buck completes his first mission.

The Shadows of Every Spark - devirnis | 22k words

Chimney clears his throat lightly. “Uh, Cap? We have a customer who wants to order the daily special.”

The daily special that doesn’t exist. Because no one comes into this place to eat because this restaurant isn’t real.

Or, the 118 run a front restaurant for money laundering, and accidentally adopt the Buckley siblings

if i said you could never touch me - marviless | 15k words

Eddie pulls back from him with a half-confused, half-concerned furrow in between his eyebrows. “Buck?”

Buck sags against the wall. “Sorry,” he says, wiping the back of his forearm against his forehead in a mixture of frustration and newfound exhaustion. “Sorry.”

A thumb swipes across his cheekbone, searching eyes boring into his. “Buck. What’s wrong?”

Buck closes his eyes, then blinks them open. “Nothing,” he says, because he doesn’t know how to tell the truth. He doesn’t know what the truth even is. “Everything’s, uh—everything’s fine. I just—” he chews on his lip. “I was just thinking that, uh, maybe we shouldn’t go any further tonight? You know, not with Christopher in the house.”

in which buck is avoiding having sex with eddie.

Came Out Of Nowhere, Didn’t Give No Warning - leslie_knope | 42k words

Eddie didn’t text back in the 20 seconds Buck spent staring at his phone, which was no surprise. There wasn’t any response while he drove to the station, either, but that made perfect sense. Eddie was working today, and he was probably rushing to get there just like Buck was.

Buck wasn’t in the mood to stare at his phone all day, jumping out of his skin at every notification, so he removed the temptation and, in a spurt of newfound maturity, left his phone in his locker for the duration of his shift.

But there was no text when he checked around lunchtime, or when they got a lull after dinner. Or in the morning when his shift was over.

All of that he could easily rationalize away, but after four tortuous days, Buck accepted the fact that he’d been ghosted.

Live and (Don’t) Let Die - xylodemon | 29k words

The guy gets straight to the point, asking, "What do you need?" in a dull, bored voice.

"My best friend is going to die. I want that to… not happen."

"No small feat, bringing back the dead. And it comes at a cost."

It's Eddie. Buck says, "Yes," without a second thought.

(Or: what happens when you're down so bad that you have your "best friend" brought back from the dead)

there’s another day to come - atlasblue85 | 57k words

Inevitable comes around four in the morning. He’d been tossing and turning since they’d gotten back from their last call a couple hours ago, and had finally decided to give up and look for a snack in the kitchen. He thought he left the bunk room quietly enough that no one would notice, but when he pulls his head out of the fridge with a jar of peanut butter, Eddie is standing across the island from him, that grim look still fixed on his face.

“Hey,” Buck says.

“Hey,” Eddie says back. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Buck’s cornered and he knows it. He shrugs, twisting the jar in his hands. “It’s been a busy shift.”

Eddie doesn’t roll his eyes, but Buck still feels like he does. Instead he walks over to the big table, pulls out a chair and sits. “Just wanted to ask if you can stop by after our shift is over. Wanted to talk to you about something.”