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jake seresin/bradley bradshaw (yes I did in fact write top gun fic) | 3k rated e | canon compliant, exes to lovers-ish, reunion sex

He’s in California all of thirteen hours before he finds himself barreling back into bed with Jake Seresin. He’s not proud of it.

for @urmomsonfire, who truly played an unintentional long game getting me into this fandom 🫡

[read on ao3]

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'Time is not infinite. It is the most finite resource we have.' - Oliver Stark

Oliver Stark for Ninteen92 Magazine

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jfc, some of you are so weird about the lived realities of trans kids. like no, that 13 year old in the suburbs who can't even access the internet or choose what they eat cannot, in fact, order diy hrt. yes, they still deserve to stay alive, and yes, they can.

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Buddie in Every Episode:

6x06 - “Tomorrow”

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Behind the scenes from Oliver’s Nineteen92 photoshoot.

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BiAsBuck’s June ficrec Jamboree.

Hi everyone, happy Summer hiatus! Wow have you all been busy, there's so many incredible stories and art out there right now. I'm back with another round of fic that I've read and loved over the last month. It's a big one!!

As always you can find previous rec lists here.

21 June 2025

a one time thing (every time) by @fcntasmas back with a bang, this is a 40k 'what if Buck and Eddie were 'platonically' hooking up all along ever since 2x01, but didn't mean to catch feelings along the way' fic, with Eddie having feelings realisation first and spiralling accordingly. Completely gripping and an emotional rollercoaster, these two dummies can be soooo stupid (in love.) - I also adored the season 9 spec fic with Buck and Sophia Diaz roommates.

the taking of station 118 by pinkdoughnut was JUST what I needed to read post season 8 - with the firefam still grieving, Chim steps into the role of Captain, and right into our spec season 9 opening disaster AND a firehouse hostage situation. Brilliantly characterised team dynamics and some lovely buddie along the way.

hope is a well with no bottom (but you make me feel full) by @facewithoutheart super horny slightly voyeuristic Eddie keeps accidentally coming home early during roommate era whilst Buck is hooking up with people in his private time, and conspires to manifest this for himself. Hot and silly and fun.

let every man be master of his time by @illgetmerope a timeloop fic! Buck wakes up on his day off...and a frantic Eddie arrives on his doorstep. You see Eddie's been stuck in a loop and Buck keeps dying of a suspected aneurism, no matter how early he flies back from El Paso to warn him. When Buck inadvertently gets dragged into the loop with him, he assumes he's having another coma dream! How many loops will it take to figure it out? I loved the claustrophobia and sense of ever increasing desperation but also the way that feelings clicked into place through time (it's giving me Window of Opportunity, iykyk.)

on nights when i'm hollow by @sonofatoasterwaffle angry hurt/comfort with not too much comfort at first grief hook up fic, following the kitchen fight scene. This one is visceral and has claws and I loved it a lot. When you love someone so much you know exactly the right way to hit them where it hurts.

you need to cry, baby by @roosterseresin 'The first time it happens it scared the shit out of Eddie.' Buck keeps crying during sex (but in an affirming way). Cathartic and sweet, and overflowing with feeling (just like Buck.)

Getting Better All the Time by @glorious-spoon 'Buck walks in on Eddie watching porn. It escalates from there.' oh weewookinkmeme how you have blessed us so! We're gonna have to stain guard the couch. Such a lovely build of tension and embarrassment and succumbing to horniness.

four thousand miles to you by @spaceshipkat okay but Kat has been keeping us FED this month!! I literally couldn't pick which fic to rec at first so go read them all, but oh this one really stuck with me. 'It’s been over two months of chasing Buck across the country, from state to state to state, following a trail he suspects Buck doesn’t realize he’s dropping breadcrumbs on. If he did, Eddie worries he’d stop sending the postcards, and they’re his only clues.' I love postcard fic, and the chase and almosts and bubbling undercurrents of hurt and love and hope runs throughout. Gorgeous!

if food be the language of love (eat up!) by @chronicowboy Buck's learned love language is food, via Bobby. So with him gone, he...stops cooking. But soon he realises that maybe he needs this language to communicate with Eddie in the way he knows best. Grief and love and care. Such a beautiful healing journey.

i kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend if you don’t mind by @buckme 'Buck and Eddie get together. The people of LA are blinded by how attractive the two of them are once they're happy, and lots of flirting ensues.' Such an excellent set up, and so much fun to read. Loved the firefam being like, oh no, it's the new couple glow! Brilliant.

After the first time by @starlingbite 'Post season 8 - In which Buck and Eddie rush into sex before talking things through, resulting in Buck panicking ever so slightly in the middle of the night.' This is a short but sweet fic, beautifully sparsely written to show that late night time passing ticking clock, with some deeply relatable oh shit now what insomnia!

tux and flipper by @bisexualbellamyblake look something you have to know about me is I love me a gay penguin metaphor...can name you at least two gay penguin published stories to read right now, and am very delighted that buddie now have their own! 'Eddie comes out to Buck; Buck thinks he wants to go to the zoo.' So funny and delightfully endearing.

crawling back to you by @islandoforder 'post season 8, Buck confesses his feelings, Eddie lets him down as gently as he can, and they both try to figure out how to be just friends.' In which Eddie bluescreens, Buck and Eddie both go through seven depths of hell and introspection and panic, and eventually everything works out. Oh this one gave me so many emotions, gorgeously built up, and such a well crafted grasp on the quiet devastation of trying to stop things from changing when they already have.

pink like the inside of your by @themisally and finally I am dropping to my knees like an oasis in a desert and bowing down to this weewookinkmeme henren fic, in which Hen has made a deck of colour-coded flashcards to revise for her anatomy final, before Karen convinces her to try a more practical revision approach. So so sensual and erotic, dear god, I am so so so happy this gorgeous f/f fic exists. How many times is it possible to reread it in a week, asking for a friend?

Let's call it there for this month or I'll take up half your dash, but if you can't wait until July, don't forget to check out my daily ficrec tag, where there's even more goodness from this talented fandom!

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Buck Week 2025 - Day 1 - Scenery 9-1-1

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39 for the setting prompt?

039.a cramped dressing room .

“Hi,” Buck says, crowding in, yanking the curtain closed behind him.

Eddie’s fingers pause on the buttons of the shirt, half of them undone. The dressing room is tiny; he has to take a half-step back to give Buck space, and even then his knuckles brush Buck’s bicep as Buck turns to face him, staring wide-eyed at Eddie from inches away.

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Hi yourself. Everything alright?”

“I. I, um.” Buck grimaces, averts his eyes. “Taylor just walked in. With some guy.”

Irritation crackles at the base of Eddie’s skull. It’s been years since he even thought about Taylor, but apparently time hasn’t changed how he feels about her. And it doesn’t help that he’s watching Buck shrink before his very eyes, shoulders folding in, posture slumping.

“And you thought hiding in here was the best option?” Eddie asks. He starts fiddling with his buttons again, doing up the next one, then the next. They have a charity gala next week, and he roped Buck into shopping for dress shirts with him. He hates shopping for clothes, but it’s more tolerable with Buck rifling through the racks next to him, holding up shirts and saying things like, This color looks great on you. If he’s being honest, he’s thought more than once about asking Buck to come in the dressing room with him. It’s just more efficient, when he wants Buck’s opinion anyway. So it’s not like he minds having Buck here now. But it would be better if he wasn’t hiding from his ex.

“I just—don’t want to deal with the awkwardness,” Buck says. His gaze drifts briefly down to Eddie’s chest, then back up. “I don’t need to meet the new boyfriend.”

Eddie makes a noncommittal sound and tugs on the bottom of the shirt, smoothing it out. “Should I tuck it in?” he asks. Then, “You want me to come out there with you?”

Buck slumps against the wall and blows out a breath. They’re close enough, Eddie can feel the air shift against his skin. “And do what? Glare at her? Nah, I’m good.” He reaches out and fiddles absently with the hem of Eddie’s shirt. “You don’t need to tuck it in. Looks good. I want to see you in the green one though.”

Eddie starts unbuttoning right away. The mirror is half-hidden behind Buck, but it doesn’t matter. If he wants to see the green one, Eddie will show him the green one. “I could glare at her, or, uh.” He looks down at his own hands on the buttons. “We could pretend we’re—together. Make it look like you won the breakup.”

Buck stares at him long enough he can feel his skin start to burn. “Won the breakup, huh?” Buck says, his mouth curving into a grin. “You think pretty highly of yourself.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but Buck doesn’t let his indignation stand long. “I’m kidding. You’re way hotter than the guy she was with.”

That only makes more blood rush to Eddie’s face, and he turns away to hide it, peeling the shirt off his arms and passing it off to Buck to put back on the hanger. “You gonna take me up on the offer or not?”

“Not this time. Thanks though.” Buck’s elbows knock into his as he turns and hangs up the shirt Eddie just took off. It feels like the dressing room is getting smaller and smaller, like Buck is everywhere, long limbs in Eddie’s space. When Eddie turns back around, shrugging the green shirt on over his shoulders, Buck reaches out to straighten the collar, his fingers brushing Eddie’s neck. “I was right. This one’s better.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, going to work on the buttons, his fingers a little shaky.

“Yeah.” Buck drops his hand, and his palm skims Eddie’s hip on the way down. An accident, probably. “It makes your eyes—um.”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but it’s fine. Eddie gets it. Green fabric, brown eyes. It works. “So you just want to hide in here until she’s gone?” he asks as he finishes the last button. He glances in the sliver of mirror visible behind Buck. One shoulder. Half his face. The rest of him hidden behind Buck’s bulk. Yeah, it looks good. The shirt, that is. “It could be a while.”

It’s a token protest. He doesn’t mind. His hands are restless, his cheeks still a little warm, but he doesn’t mind.

Buck ducks his head, blinks up at Eddie through his lashes. “Just a little longer?” he says. “Then you can check and tell me when the coast is clear?”

“Sure,” Eddie says. “Of course.”

Buck blinks at him again, again. Eddie wants to put his thumb at the corner of his eye, feel the flutter of his eyelashes. “Okay,” he says at last. “Uh. You want to go ahead and try on the black shirt too? I doubt we’ll like it as much, but…” He shrugs.

“Yeah, might as well,” Eddie says. He starts unbuttoning. Looks at Buck’s mouth, then looks away again. “We’ve got time to kill, right?”

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Small shaggy horses adapted to harshly cold climates are so woefully neglected in historical/fantasy media

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[gripping the sink] perfectionism does not help me avoid embarrassment or shame. perfectionism is in itself a form of shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame

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Oh boy I can't wait to see what kind of posts are in my favorite character's tag! :D

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oh also? An absolutely freaky thing I'm seeing yt leftists do?

STOP TRYING TO TRACK DOWN PROTESTORS THAT DO 'BADASS STUFF'. STOP POSTING ABOUT IT ONLINE.

PEOPLE FUCKING DIE.

AND IT'S USUALLY SOMEONE MELANATED.

THE GOVERNMENT IS WATCHING YOU FUCKING DUMBASS.

y'all are so stuck on egoistic heroism that every time someone does something 'sick' at a protest you wanna turn them in to the next celebrity to have a parasocial relationship with and then they go missing.

Tf is wrong w y'all.

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Let's be a mural with mama

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"preferred name" "preferred pronouns" um NO? there's my real name and my real pronouns. apparently you are using some fake evil version?

usually im in favor of evil versions of things but yikes that's rank you skank