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tidbit tuesday

tagged by @punksalmons for wip monday <3 except i'm late again so it's tidbit tuesday now. from my dogbuck idea that is definitely not the thing with a deadline that i SHOULD be working on, and this part specifically is largely inspired by this gifset

“I’ll go get him,” Chim says, but Eddie calls, “Buck!” and whistles, high and sharp, and Buck turns, shoulders straightening to attention. Eddie nods toward the engine. Buck flashes a thumbs-up and starts saying his goodbyes. “Damn, you really have him trained,” Chim says, and promptly disappears inside before Eddie can figure out what to do with that. Buck finally lopes over. “Hey,” he says, grinning, bright and easy. “We ready to go?” “Been ready,” Eddie says. “Waiting on you.” “Oh, excuse me for being good at public relations.” Eddie scoffs, nothing but fond. He means to concede the point so they can go, but what comes out of his mouth instead is, “I should just put a leash on you, huh?”

cheating again and not tagging anyone but if you want to do it then by all means consider yourself tagged! yay :)

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Buck's Wardrobe: A reality show following the life and style of Los Angeles Firefighter, Evan Buckley. or, one outfit for every season. for @buckweek : clothes

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Your tag on Jenwyn’s story…you are me and I am you. I was the exact same way when I got their tag 😂

SO EXCITED AHHHHH

I'm just salty i have to go to work 😭😭😭😭 who has time for gainful employment when there is omegaverse!buddie written by @elvensorceress to read!

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home is you

buddie | omegaverse | 52.5K | rated: Mature | ao3 | complete

for @chismosoeddie

“She suspects it’s a bond rupture.”

Buck blinks at him and looks confused. “But you’re not bonded. Shannon wasn’t even old enough before she— you know.”

“Not Shannon,” Eddie says. His stomach roils with nausea and his whole body aches. How does he say this? It’s so dumb. They should just have the infusions. Eddie moved away. They won’t be able to be in the same city anymore. He shouldn’t have even said anything. What is the point?

But— Buck. How can he lose Buck? He already had to move and leave him behind. How could Eddie possibly take those awful chemicals to dissolve and erase everything he has left?

He finds the letters on his arm with his fingers. B.U.C.K.L.E.Y. Then goes back to the beginning and absentmindedly feels the silken thread in the familiar shapes on the sweatshirt all over again.

Buck looks like he’s thinking but coming up with nothing. “Who then?”

“It’s probably— I mean. I don’t know for sure. But. If you think about it. Out of anyone it would be. Possibly? I’m guessing—” God, he just needs to say it. He can say it. It’s not a big deal. They didn’t plan on this. And they’ll deal with it like they do everything else. “It’s you. I think. You and me. Maybe. That was my thought.”

Buck turns bright red and hides his face by rubbing his hand over it and scratching the back of his neck. “H-how? How would that even— we’re not— you’re not interested in— We’ve never had— we’ve never, you know. Had— or made— or done—? Wi-with each other. How would we randomly be bonded? We can’t be bonded. I am not pining after anyone. Everyone thinks I am, but I’m not. Wouldn’t I know if I were b-bonded? Wouldn’t we both know?”

Eddie almost laughs. Does he really know anything at this point? “You don’t have to have sex to bond.” Sex is just going through the motions. At least in Eddie’s experience. But no one cares if an omega enjoys it. It’s not for an omega. An omega is there to service their partner. “It’s time and care and intimacy that do it. And usually intention.”

“Okay, but. Isn’t it like getting married? Aren’t there whole ceremonies and sex things or whatever other intimate rituals that have to take place?”

Obviously Buck hates the idea. Obviously he’s disturbed by it. “I don’t know, Buck. I just thought. Out of anyone. The most likely thing. Was you. Considering we’re—” Fuck. Maybe that was wishful thinking. Maybe Eddie was too quick to assume.

What the hell does that say about him?

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Eddie moves to Texas and finds himself growing sick and unable to make himself and Chris a home. He and Buck are aching without each other and have to choose to either become mates or permanently sever their unintentional bond since they're now hundreds of miles apart living separate lives.

(read on ao3)

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday!!

Tagged by @diazsdimples @mangonadaeddie who both shared WONDERFUL words y'all should absolutely show some love 🩷🩷

Still working on Stick With Me Baby!! The rewrite is so much more fun than the original y'all. Have some of what I just wrote:

Eddie runs a hand through his hair self consciously. “Well, from the sounds of things, they're not too different from you and I.” And doesn't that give him something to think about? “True,” Buck nods. “No concept of personal space.” “Practically joined at the hip,” Eddie says, taking a tentative step closer to him. “Can't keep their eyes off each other,” Buck adds. He makes a slow scan of Eddie's body, a sparkle in his eyes. His pupils have almost eclipsed the bright blue. Eddie determinedly ignores the blush rising on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He lets himself look at Buck. Lets himself take in the curve of his muscles beneath his shirt and the hint of stubble along his jaw and the fullness of his lips. “Why would they look anywhere else?” The huskiness of his voice surprises him. “There's just one thing missing,” Buck says, a smile– no, a smirk– on his lips. He steps into Eddie's space, close enough Eddie can feel his hot breath fan his lips. Eddie's mouth goes dry and he swallows. “What’s that?” he asks, barely above a whisper. Eddie doesn't know who moves first. He'll think about it later. What matters is this: Buck cups his face in his hands, drawing him into a kiss that makes Eddie’s knees weak.

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@lover-of-mine @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks @steadfastsaturnsrings @ronordmann @inell @exhuastedpigeon @keynb @drmellking @rainbow-nerdss @elvensorceress @sofa-king-lame @thegeekcompanion @unlifeira @icebergeddie @diazsdimples @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @misshiss727 @darkrose6578

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@aroqueerfandoms @slowlyfoggydestiny @babydollbuck @savlikesbluengreen @epicbuddieficrecs @whatsgoodinthehood22 @wallywise @eddieswaistisslutty @nonspeakingkiku and anyone else who's interested!! 🥰🩷

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It's been ages since I've done fanart, and not sure when this will be finished, but here's an Eddie Diaz and Chris wip from 911.

I have a Hen and Karen wip started for femslash February coming up, hopefully soon but definitely in February!

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Some crayon drawings of an Eddie breakdown 🥺

anyone who wants to see my scribbles 🫣

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is it casual now?

tags! lmk if you wanna be added/removed

@goldenbcnes @chronicowboy @poughkeepsies @ilostyou @911onabc @anirudhpisharody @try-set-me-on-fire @jeeyuns @peetamellarky @eddiebabygirldiaz @leothil @canondiaz @jjudaslips @exhuastedpigeon @shitouttabuck @bvckandeddie @wearherlikeanecklace @oneawkwardcookie @diazly @canonfageddie @freakazoidfag @buddiecanon08x13 @buddiecanon8x11 @chappellroanofarc @cranberrymoons @fruitydiaz @hunybody @piningbuddies @henswilsons @spacediscos @daughter-of-winterfell @gayedmundo @watchyourbuck @bucksbeagle @evcn @iinryer @saryasy @treasurehuntbuck @buckevanley @rainscenes @namesnamesandmorenames @socialistwh0r3amv @epiaphany @trudayss

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This high school drumline’s incredible performance included only drumstick

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Deep Blue is 30 years old and was capable of defeating chess grand champions. It could be housed in a single cabinet.

ChatGPT spans untold data centers devouring massive amounts of electricity and it got its ass whipped by an 8 bit gaming console from the 1970s.

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joint photoshoot when

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Dress ca. 1803

From Kerry Taylor Auctions

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Because-I-Can Tuesday

100% unprompted by anyone but absolutely due to the ostark photoshoot that got released today...have a sample from my 90s cowboy Buddie AU 🤠 also @canondiaz you inspired me to post this w your post earlier so MWAH

“What’s your problem, man?” He settles on man, even though asshole is the word at the forefront of his mind. “You. You’re my problem.” Buck only takes a moment to breathe, then presses on. “You show up here and act like you’re better than everyone else. It’s not right.” Eddie shrugs. “I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I just know what I’m doing. Nothin’ else to it.” “Well you act like you know everything. You're too comfortable." Buck sighs audibly. "I’m a cowboy too, you know?”  If Eddie’d been looking, he’s sure Buck’s chest would be puffed up. But he isn't looking. His gaze is locked on the mare and every minute twitch of her flank muscles as she trots back and forth across the ring. “Sure.” It’s the only response Eddie offers and the corners of his mouth are curved upwards with the shit-eating grin he wears. Buck steps to his side. His warm sweaty heat immediately overwhelms Eddie’s senses, pervasive even with the sun beating high overhead. There’s a heady musk wafting from Buck, a not unpleasant scent that Eddie wants to inhale deep. He doesn’t dwell on why, rather he flexes his fingers against the hot metal fencing to feel the stinging heat. He grinds his teeth together just to hear the click of his jaw. “I am. I ride.” Buck’s tone is insistent, near to pleading. Finally, Eddie turns his head. His eyebrow is raised as he appraises Buck. His white t-shirt is sweat- and dirt-stained; the red cursive text reads Jackson Hole. The trucker cap on his head is backwards and doing little to collect the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. Eddie swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, suddenly thirsty. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the mare. “You’re a bronc rider. Not all bronc riders are cowboys.” Buck’s spluttering hits Eddie’s cheek as a puff of air. He’s offended. Eddie laughs. Good.  “Listen: bein’ a cowboy is more than just riding.” He rubs his palms together, feels the scrape of his calluses. He remembers the first one he ever earned as a child, riding alongside his father on a pony two hands too tall for him. You’re no man if you’ve got soft hands. “If you haven’t figured that out by now, I’m not sure you ever will.”

also if anyone else wants to play along and share WIPs pls do :)

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8.11 + buddie text posts