#Seven on Sunday

[theotherbuckley]

Several Sentence Sunday

I’m alive guys.. I haven’t posted much lately because uni is once again kicking my ass but here’s a snippet from my bucktommy meeting at physio fic au. These men have basically just met and I’m already wanting to smush their faces together and make them kiss but we are so far away from that 😭

He manoeuvres himself until he’s sitting again, closing his eyes as he leans against the wall, trying not to feel sorry for himself.

His phone vibrates in his pocket but he ignores it, knowing it’s probably Maddie asking about his appointment. He’s not ready to answer her yet.

It vibrates again and Buck sighs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. To his surprise it’s not Maddie, warmth rushes to his cheeks when he sees the messages.

Unknown:

Get home okay?

It’s Tommy 🚁

He’s so kind, checking in to see if he’s okay, even though he drove him home. Buck would cry if he wasn’t already doing so.

His hands shake as he types back, adrenaline and pain rendering his body useless.

Buck:

Elevator broke

A series of dots appear on his screen, indicating Tommy’s typing, before they disappear. It’s hard not to feel disappointed.

He tries to force his mind back onto other things, namely getting up the rest of the stairs before his phone vibrates, this time for longer, Tommy’s new contact flashing on the screen as his call comes through.

Buck stares at the screen, mouth dropping open slightly before he rushes to answer, bringing the phone to his ear.

“T—Tommy?” Buck asks, voice wavering as he speaks. He doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed before Tommy is speaking into his ear.

“Are you okay, Evan?” Tommy says, concern evident in his voice.

“I—” he means to say he’s fine, but there’s something about the worry in Tommy’s voice, or maybe just Tommy in general, that stops him from lying, “I’m sitting on the stairs,” Buck admits as another tear rolls down his cheek. He knocks his head against the wall, closing his eyes and sighing, hiccuping slightly.

“Stay right, there,” Tommy commands. Buck’s in too much pain to properly understand what he’s doing.

“Okay,” Buck whispers.

It could be 10 seconds or 10 minutes later, that Buck opens his eyes to Tommy rushing through the doors to the apartment. Buck doesn’t have a chance to question it because Tommy is right there next to him. He has his large hands wrapped around his face, his thumbs hover over his cheeks like he’s considering wiping his tears away but thinks better of it.

Buck finds himself disappointed that he doesn’t, craving those calloused fingers to wipe away his pain. He wants to lean into those hands, let Tommy hold him, and comfort him — so he does, he can always pass it off as the pain making him delirious if he has to.

Tommy doesn’t question it, too busy checking Buck for any bruising, eyes darting over his body for signs of injury.

“Evan…” Tommy whispers, eyes wide and sad. Buck doesn’t like that look on his face, he much prefers the scrunchy smile. He squirms on the step, pushing his face further into Tommy’s palm to hide.

Tommy chuckles slightly, a soft noise that has warmth blooming in Buck’s chest. He thinks Tommy must have some sort of magic healing powers because he’s already feeling better in his presence.

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Credit for the idea @bucked-it-up

Tagged by @perfectlysunny02 <3

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[brain-rot-hour]

Eepin 🥹

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz for seven sentence Sunday! Here’s uhhhhh more than that from a buddietommy vacation threesome fic-

The day is hot enough that Buck is curled up like a bug on the dock between them. He’d stayed in the water longer than Tommy or Eddie had, and had swum out further than either of them, so when he’d crawled back up onto the old wood planks he’d chugged an entire water bottle and promptly passed out. Eddie glances down at his bare torso, just starting to get a little pink.

“Should probably get sunscreen on him again.”

Tommy snorts as he leans backwards, stretching out to grab the spray can. “And you’re worried you’ve forgotten how to be a dad.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie says as Buck, still asleep, makes a similar sound when Tommy mists him all over with cold sunscreen. “It’s been months, man, that’s so long for a kid, who knows what he’s even into now-”

“Minecraft, right?” Tommy says as he smooths his hand over a few places the sunscreen pooled on his boyfriend’s back. “Wasn’t he on a video call with you and Buck about it for like three hours on Friday? Something about- uh- command blocks?”

Eddie is mildly impressed Tommy remembers the word — maybe — because he certainly doesn’t. Buck had only been slightly better at following along than he had as they’d squinted at the probably impressive pixels on the laptop screen. “I don’t know, I just feel like…” Every morning, still, he wakes up and thinks he needs to get Chris’ breakfast started. Whole parts of his being are wired around taking care of his kid, but since he’s been gone Eddie has been trying — in fits and starts and most of the time guiltily — to figure out what the rest of him is for. It’s part of what got him into the whole mess in the first place, chasing after the dreams of a 19 year old who got those dreams from his parents. A nice wife (but they never liked her, did they) and a good job (but firefighting is too dangerous, isn’t it) and a picket fence (one closer to home, Eddie, you’ve gone too far away.) So he owed it to Chris, owed it to himself, to figure out what the fuck he actually wants, so he doesn’t keep twisting himself into knots and taking out everyone around him when the line breaks. He’s not sure he’s any closer to whatever that is — other than it’s unlikely to include a wife of any kind — but in the time he’s taken trying, what if other things got lost in the upheaval? “I keep thinking I’ll just- not remember to do something. Forget how field trip permissions slips work, or not know what shoe size he wears, or- I don’t know. Anything. I won’t pack his lunch and it won’t be the end of the world but he’ll be hungry that day.”

Tommy leans back on his palms and looks across at him, quiet and thoughtful for a few moments in that way he has, like he’s thinking through every possible response before he speaks. He is, maybe; he’d confessed to Eddie that he’d spoken too quickly when he was younger, is embarrassed about a lot of the dumb shit he’d said, so he tries to take his time with his words now. “Eddie. You took us up here this weekend to check and make sure this place is accessible to take your kid to this summer. And- I get that’s a big thing, a big gesture, and maybe you’re worried about messing up the small stuff, but… You’ve still got his favorite kind of jelly in the fridge that nobody else eats. You love him, and he knows that. You’re gonna do fine.” He shrugs. “And he’s almost fourteen, if you forget to hand him lunch he’s gonna let you know.”

Eddie huffs a small laugh. “Yeah, I guess he will.” He groans a little, shaking his head. “Fourteen years old, that’s fucking crazy. I don’t feel old enough for that to be true.”

Tommy rolls his neck so it audibly cracks. “Yeah, yeah, you whippersnapper.”

Eddie grins at him. “You feeling the exercise, old man? Need to go lay down?” He cackles and leans away as Tommy grabs the can and sprays a burst of sunscreen at him.

Between them Buck grunts at the commotion, and rolls towards Eddie. He presses his face into the meat of his bare side above his trunks, and wraps his long arms around his torso. Eddie glances up at Tommy, who just looks fondly amused. “Uh. Wrong guy, there, bud.”

Buck stills, and then pulls back a little to squint up at him. Eddie’s not particularly ticklish, but something like goosebump are shivering across the skin of his stomach where Buck’s forearm rests against him. He has to actively try not to shudder as Buck pulls back and rolls the other way, Eddie watching hypnotized as he gives Tommy the same treatment. Buck presses a little kiss onto Tommy’s hip, in the spot he had just been cuddled into on Eddie, and Eddie’s mouth goes dry.

Tommy lets out a little breath, and Eddie doesn’t think he’ll be able to use the sun as an excuse for how pink he’s gotten as his eyes snap up to the other man’s face. Except- he’d been expecting a raised eyebrow, a flat mouth, some visual indicator of disapproval, that this is one step Buckandeddie too far, that all the rest of their codependent lives have been fine, a platonic kind of care built over years of being there for each other through the worst of the worst, but now the uncomfortable answer to what Eddie wants, the uncomfortable answer he’s been trying to avoid because it's something he cannot have, has been found out and the messy insides of him will have once again ruined something good. But what he finds is a tiny little smile and heavy eyes that-

Well, they don’t look disapproving in the slightest.

“You guys hungry?” Buck mutters, words muffled by Tommy’s skin. “We should go start the grill.”

Tommy’s little smile gets wide and lazy, eyes still stuck on Eddie. “I could eat,” he says.

Tagging @iinryer @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @chronicowboy @homerforsure @rewritetheending @bigfootsmom if you have anything you want to share!

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

tagged by @hippolotamus

sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)

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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?

“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.

“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”

“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.

“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”

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[rcmclachlan]

Seven Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by the insanely talented @cecilyv, who dropped a snippet of a scene in an upcoming fic in which Tommy and Buck LINE DANCE. If you haven't read their ongoing series (co-written with liminalmemories) What Binds The Fabric Together, you really should.

Anyway, this sure ain't seven sentences, but...

As soon as Tommy had dropped the print-out of his blood panel results from the clinic on South La Brea on the kitchen counter, Evan launched himself clear across the room, colliding with him like an atom, and gasped into Tommy's ear that he was going to milk the orgasm right out of him. That he was going to hold all that come inside himself where he would be swollen and warm, and wouldn't spill a single drop. "Because then you're going to lick it out of me." Evan punctuated that by sinking his teeth into the meat of Tommy's throat. The first couple of months of their relationship was spent in a frenzied cycle of fucking wildly every chance they got and revealing to each other the parts of themselves no one else had ever seen. Glutting on the thrill of exploring this new facet of Evan's sexuality together was addictive, but more so was the terrifying and exhilarating feeling of cleaving his own chest open because Evan wanted to explore the caverns inside.  It was insane how fast and willingly Tommy fell into it. He had never wanted someone so much every second of every day. When he was in the air, he thought of Evan. When he was under the hood of the Shelby Cobra he'd been fixing off and on for the last four years, he thought of Evan. When he was with Evan, he thought of nothing and no one else. He gratefully supped on everything he was given: every anecdote, every kiss, every joke, every touch, every smile, every useless factoid about parasitoid wasps or how ketchup was once believed to cure jaundice or that the tooth fairy doesn't exist in most Hispanic cultures but El Ratoncito Pérez, the tooth mouse, does. It felt insane. It was insane. But it was nothing compared to Evan, who bit and clawed and howled for Tommy like a wolf that had been starved to madness, spending half the time panting and whining to be mounted while the other half was spent running down every one of Tommy's hopes and fears and secret shames so he could swallow them whole with vicious, bloody-toothed joy. And even though it meant getting ribbed by his teammates for limping around in a sleep-deprived daze all the damn time, Tommy wanted to keep stuffing and stuffing that insatiable creature full—with his fingers and his cock and the parts of himself he'd thought were buried so far down they were lost forever. It was during that time that Tommy, drowsy and come-drunk one night after he'd eaten Evan out for fifteen minutes until his jaw felt wired shut and then fucked him deaf and dumb, had murmured that his number one fantasy was to suck his own come out of the same place his dick had been, and Evan never once let him forget it. Every time they fucked after that, he would push Tommy's head down and whine and demand and beg for Tommy to clean him up with his tongue, even though there was no mess to be found. Nothing to show Tommy had been there.  But tonight there would be.

No pressure tags: @dadvans, @alchemistc, @kirkaut, @sonatine, @itsevidentvery, @ripeteeth, @beefcakekinard, and anyone else who wants to share with the class

[absolutebl]

Top 10 Great BLs That Are REALLY hard to find (but worth tracking down)

You may want to go hunting anyway!

Seven Days

Seven Days: Monday-Thursday

Seven Days: Friday-Sunday

Japan 2015

Never doubt my ability to recommend this show. One of the best live action yaois ever made, with perfectly structured angst, fantastic characters and acting, and no problematic tropes (rare in Japanese BL). The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat there’s still some really cute mutual kisses.

Cherry Magic AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii

Japan 2020

The sweetest fluffiest magical realism BL, packaged as a pinning office romance, very low heat (practically chaste) but the cutest. It’s truly great.

Cherry Magic Thailand

Thai 2024

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. I personally like it slightly better than the Japanese live action, but I think that’s because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. Also all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be from Thailand.

I Feel You Linger in the Air

Thai 2023

IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL... from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show could easily have earned a 10/10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls in the final quarter. Argh. Whatever.

All about the ecstasy and the agony here.

Restart After Come Back Home AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de

Japan 2020

Atmospheric study in rural Japan meets complex family dynamics built on a romance framework of city boy meets country boy, grumpy/sunshine. It’s beautiful and icy sweet. Slow moving in places but ultimately worth the patience, low heat, low angst, and stunning.

Given

Japan 2021

Boy joins band, falls in love with other boy. The singing is terrible, fast forward through that but with the possible exception of the hair styles, this BL could have been made in 2015 and no one would be surprised. As such, it wasn’t ground breaking, but it didn’t disappoint either.

Make a Wish

Thai 2023

A doctor who can see the dead strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love (from Sammon: Manner of Death & Triage). Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not-Ohm, but who tf cares because Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay AF - fag hag bestie and all the swagger. The cast is excellent even if the comedic stylings are a bit overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency. Definitely recommended.

2 Moons The Ambassador AKA 2 Moons 3

Thai 2022

A Thai pulp that felt like it came out 5 yrs prior, with many of the flaws inherent to that time and studio system, including manufactured angst and convoluted plot, but an ultimately sweet main couple that (as a pairing) feels a bit more modern and satisfying to watch than they started out. This will probably go down in history as one of the few BLs where I genuinely didn’t care about any of the side couples. All that said, I find this show oddly appealing and rewatchable and I have no excuses for that except, I enjoyed it probably more than it deserved. Nostalgia & d**k, it's what's for dinner.

I Want to See Only You AKA Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai

Japan 2022

This is a beautiful well acted piece of cinema, about two boys who are opposite personalities and grew up together. Gifted and serious Sakura pines after outgoing eccentric manic pixie dream boy, Yuma. It is very pretty and this is the kind of atmospheric elegantly performed BL that only really comes from Japan (complete with dead fish kisses - what you though Korea invented them? oh no). If you want something stylish, this is it.

Triage

Thai 2022

BL does Groundhog Day featuring a doctor stuck in a time loop who must save a poor little rich boy from death by seducing the stuffing out of him, then PLOT TWIST, poor little rich boy must do the same for the doctor! Unfortunately... stuffing keeps leaking. I thought the plot was engaging if a little redundant and occasionally exhausting. The pairs were all well done, low heat but with decent chemistry and the support characters were likable (or unlikable, as required). If anything, the romance arc detracted and distracted from the main plot, but that doesn't stop this from being a genuinely good show.

HONORABLE MENTION

Great Men Academy

Thai 2019

Bodyswap involving unicorns turning a teenage girl into a boy makes this questionable as a BL (because, ya know, gender). But the fact remains that James is killer in the lead, and I (who do not like bodyswap) loved this damn show. Look, there is actual plot, hotties at boarding school, "bully the one you love" trope, some weird VR shit, very bad CGI, and yes, the boys end up together... whether they boys or not, so to speak.

Some of these shows may appear on a smaller streaming service, like WeTV, or they may be on a legal platform in your territory. I hope it goes without saying you should check there first.

(source)

This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that went missing (or was added to a platform) after that date.

It's it last in a series the rest of which are:

[paperstorm]

thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @orchidscript @lemonlyman-dotcom @corsage @bonheur-cafe @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses and @reyesstrand!

“Coffee’s code for sex, right?” Paul asks, and Marjan covers her mouth.

“Coffee is definitely code for sex,” Carlos agrees. “But we should be polite the next time we see them and pretend it wasn’t that obvious.”

“Ours is cardio,” TK pipes up. Three sets of brown eyes turn to him, and a half-hysterical giggle bubbles up from his throat at the instantly scandalized look on his boyfriend’s face. “What, it is!”

“We – we do not have a code word, ignore him,” Carlos splutters, while Paul glances back and forth between them, exaggeratedly delighted.

“Did you forget that time we were at your aunt and uncle’s place, and you were telling your cousin about how you were trying to find time to fit more cardio into your schedule while under the table your toes were up my pant leg?” TK reminds him. “‘Cause I haven’t.”

Marjan lets out a soft scream, muffled behind her hands, and rounds on Carlos. “In front of your family, Carlos?”

“One time doesn’t make it a code word! Oh my God. I’m never touching you again,” Carlos declares dramatically, pushing himself up off the couch while Paul laughs so hard he nearly falls to the floor.

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@liminalmemories21 @nancys-braids @lemonlyman-dotcom @whatsintheboxmh

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@captain-gillian @tellmegoodbye @anactualcaseofthetruth @ironheartwriter @eclectic-sassycoweyes

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[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Saturday/Several Sentence Sunday

It’s still Saturday somewhere right??? For the fabulous @daffi-990 who conspired to bring this idea about. And also because I’ve maybe been torturing her hinting I’ve had a surprise for the last several days…

The Players:

Robert “Bobby” Nash - Asset Management (officially). Unofficially, a former banker who got tied up in a bad investment, causing him and dozens of others to lose everything. Bobby more than most. He’s a recovering alcoholic on a mission to steal from the rich and corrupt, and give back to their victims.

Athena Grant - LAPD sergeant who’s had her eye on Bobby for years, unable to catch a break in the case. He may be good at covering his tracks but she’s better. And Sgt Grant always gets her man.

Evan “Buck” Buckley - Associate. A young kid who steals for the thrill, but also to payoff his brother-in-law to ensure Maddie’s safety. Buck eventually winds up in Bobby’s company, sticking to his own agenda. Until the day that Doug’s asking price becomes too high and Buck finds himself needing a much bigger mark. Someone like…

Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz - war vet with a silver star and LA’s most eligible bachelor, who also happens to be pretty as sin. Oh, and has more money than god.

The Gig

Team up with Bobby to get the money Buck needs to save his sister, and hopefully get rid of Doug for good. Also, not allowing aesthetics to distract him from all the zeros in Diaz’s accounts. A target like this guy isn’t going to miss the amount Buck needs. Besides, it’s for a good cause. He’ll be in and out before anyone notices anything’s amiss.

What could possibly go wrong?

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@jesuisici33 @rmd-writes @dr-shortsighted-owl @dorkydiaz @bi-buckrights @elvensorceress @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck @beyourownanchor6 @indestructibleheart @ladydorian05 @eowon @lemonzestywrites @monsterrae1 @statueinthestone @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @welcometololaland @wildlife4life

and anyone else who wants to 😘

[elvensorceress]

sunday sentences

tagged by @tizniz @wikiangela @messyhairdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @confetti-cupcake @bekkachaos @fiona-fififi @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @diazsdimples tagging @hippolotamus @lover-of-mine @rainbow-nerdss @wildlife4life @frenziedblaze @saybiwithme @monsterrae1 @wh0re-behavi0r @epicbuddieficrecs @watchyourbuck @chaosandwolves @exhuastedpigeon @ronordmann @hoodie-buck @littlerosetrove Unless, Unless, when will we be finisheddddd. BuckleyDiaz family feelings, 3..2..1..

When they pull up to the school, Chris grabs his bag and his crutches like always and pushes open the door to the jeep like always, but for some reason, today, he also turns to Eddie and says, “Love you, Dad,” then looks at Buck and repeats, “Love you, Dad,” then says, “Bye,” and gets himself out of the car and up the walkway into the school. 

As if the whole world hasn’t stopped spinning. 

As if the whole of the universe wasn’t completely rewritten by three tiny words. 

Eddie says something like, “Love you, too,” before Chris was too far out of the car. 

But Buck is back somewhere where the world stopped and his heart stopped and suddenly restarted but nothing is actually moving. He blinks a few times. And maybe breathes? Breathing is important. He should breathe. But nothing else is functioning. 

How— how? Did that just happen? It couldn’t have happened. Buck is hearing things. He’s making it up in his head. It couldn’t have been what he thought it was. That’s just not— they’re —not? Except. They kind of are? Maybe? 

Is there seriously a child— not just any child, his Christopher. Eddie’s Christopher. Who is also Buck’s Christopher? — there’s a child who calls Buck his dad? Buck is dad to someone? 

Okay, yeah, they talk about it. Eddie talks about it. He talks about adoption papers and Chris has told Buck more than once how he loves him and has missed him and how Buck is special and means so much to him. 

But—?  But he’s never—

“Did,” Buck tries but words are hard. Why are they so ridiculously hard. “Did he just? Did he call me w-what I think he called me? Or— or am I—? I’m losing my mind, aren’t I. I’m still sleeping. Right? This is a dream.”

Eddie reaches for Buck’s arm, captures skin and muscle between two fingers, and squeezes. Lightly, but still noticeably a pinch. 

“Ow?” Buck glares at him. Not that it hurts. He just feels like being indignant. 

Eddie rolls his eyes and just smiles at him. “Not a dream. And you already know he’s your son. Our son. Where have you been the last seven years?”

Buck tries not to smile back but can’t help it. “He’s just— he’s never. Called me that. He doesn’t call me that. I’m not— I mean, I am? In a way? But— you’re his dad.”

Eddie’s face goes soft and fond, and he rests his hand on Buck’s thigh. “You’re his dad, too. You have been for a long time. No, not in the same way as me. But biology is not family. Love is family.” 

“Yeah. Yes. I—” Buck knows that. Of course he knows that. His family is Maddie and Chim and Jee-Yun and Hen and Bobby and Karen and Athena and Ravi, and by extension May and Denny and Harry and Michael and David. And of course Eddie and Chris. Always Eddie and Chris. It’s not that Buck doesn’t know. It’s not that this is a revelation. Just—

Buck’s eyes are wet and his heart is bursting, and he rubs a hand over his jaw. “He called me Dad.”

Eddie reaches until he’s cupping Buck’s face and jaw with one hand. “You’re our family. We love you.” 

“See, I know that. I do know that. But— Eddie. Eddie, he called me— he called me Dad.”

Eddie sort of laughs but it’s in a soft, sweet way, and then he pulls Buck toward him until he can kiss his forehead. “Of course he did.” 

[bigfootsmom]

feasting on the crumbs we’re given of the helicopter crash fic. can we please have another 🥹🤲🫶🏻

I hope soon i can feed you a full meal! I can see the end in sight it’s just a matter of finding the time to sit down and get there 😔 but I have a snippet for you for seven(ish) sentence Sunday:

Evan is so heavy in Tommy’s arms and he digs his fingers into his sides, clinging desperately to any part of Evan he can keep his hands on.

“Evan, please–– c’mon, baby I can’t—“ Tommy cuts himself off with a sharp clack of his teeth, trapping the frustrated sob in the back of his throat before it can escape. “We’re almost there, don’t give up on me now.”

Evan mumbles something unintelligible, eyes rolling back in his skull as fails to regain his center of balance. Tommy grunts, taking more of Evan’s practically deadweight.

Tommy almost loses his footing, knees nearly buckling as he tries to keep Evan from completely slipping from his grip and hitting the hard ground. Evan’s face remains slack, skin so pale under all the blood. The sight of it makes dread twist its claws into his stomach. Evan’s bloodless lips part around a wheezing rasp and if it wasn’t for the sound of it Tommy would think—

No. No, no, he can’t. He can’t even think about that. It’s going to be fine, he’s going to get Evan out of this. Evan is going to be okay. He has to be okay.

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[theotherbuckley]

Seven Several Sentence Sunday🥹

I’m writing another chronic pain!Buck fic except this time it’s bucktommy <3

“Evan?” Tommy asks, his voice deep and gravelly. If it were any other day Buck would find that incredibly attractive. Unfortunately he isn’t able to enjoy it. Now that he’s aware of the pain in his leg it only seems to get worse. His leg throbs, it feels like his bones are trying to bully their way out of his flesh. He clenches his eyes shut as he wills his leg to calm down.

“‘M fine,” he gets out through a clenched jaw.

Tommy squints at him, tilting his head to the side. “Evan,” he repeats in a way that Buck knows means he doesn’t believe him for a second.

“Just sore,” Buck says, breathing deeply.

“Your leg?” Tommy asks and Buck simply nods, a tear escaping from his eyes. Tommy raises his hand to his face, gently wiping away the tear drop with his thumb.

“How’d you know?” Buck mumbles, he didn’t think he’d mentioned his pain to Tommy before.

“Ah, Eddie may have mentioned it one time,” Tommy replies.

Buck frowns. “You two talk about me?”

To that Tommy smiles. “‘Course. Had to find out information about the cute firefighter somehow.”

Buck smiles but it comes out more as a grimace as a particularly painful throb makes its way through his leg. “Sorry,” he starts, “I know this wasn’t what you were expecting to wake up to.”

Tommy scrunches his eyebrows at him and Buck wonders if he’s fucked up again. “Evan, are you— are you apologising for being in pain?”

Buck ducks his head. “I—I just— I’m sorry in advance for not being much fun right now.”

Tommy places his fingers under Buck’s chin, tilting his head up so that he’s looking at his eyes. “Hey, you’re in pain, and I’m your boyfriend, that means it’s my job to take care of you now. If you’ll let me?”

“You—you want to take care of me?” Buck says, eyes widening at Tommy.

Tommy frowns again. “Of course I do,” he says, placing a gentle kiss to Buck’s forehead.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

Snippet Sunday!

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more of the stubble fic<3

“C’mon, Buck,” Eddie murmured, his shoulders relaxing, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Tell me. Is it the beard or is it me?”

“It’s you,” Buck said breathlessly, staring into Eddie’s eyes. “I mean— the beard helps— all I can think about is—” He started before he cut himself off, blushing.

“What, Buck? What are you thinking about?” Eddie whispered, his breath fanning across Buck’s lips he was so close.

Buck whimpered. “I can’t— I’m not— I can’t think when you’re this close,” He finally admitted.

Eddie grinned, grabbing Buck’s t-shirt and hauling him into a kiss. The second their lips touched Buck let out a low moan and pressed as close to Eddie as possible.

“Fuck,” Eddie muttered in-between kisses, nipping Buck’s bottom lip and demanding entrance. Buck opened his mouth and groaned happily when Eddie’s tongue touched his. “Can’t believe,” Eddie panted, releasing Buck’s mouth so he could plant harsh kisses down his throat. “that you were losing your mind over a little bit of stubble.”

Buck whined. “It’s not my fault,” His hands went to Eddie’s hair, pulling on the soft strands. “You just look so good and I want you to—” Buck cut himself off with a moan.

“What, baby? You want me to what?” Eddie teased. “Cat got your tongue tonight, huh?”

Buck whimpered. Fuck, this was really happening. He was really standing in Eddie’s kitchen with Eddie plastered against his front, casually teasing him as he nipped and sucked his way down Buck’s throat. Calling him baby. It was everything Buck had ever wanted. He felt overwhelmed, in the very best way, but still overwhelmed. He let out a broken sound, it was all he was capable of.

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[try-set-me-on-fire]

It’s Sunday here are some sentences…… @eddiesgaymustache @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @shitouttabuck @homerforsure @iinryer @colonoscopys if you have any sentences to share…

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They drive home together after the earthquake. To Eddie's house. It's not home yet at this point in time but it will be shortly, and it's so much his home it's like an infection, spreading back to this moment so it's true even then. Christopher talks about dinosaurs and dogs and how boy deers are called bucks.

“Boy rabbits, too,” Buck grins in the rear view at an adorable, astonished little face.

Chris is asleep by the time they reach the househome but Eddie nods Buck inside anyway, puts his kid to bed and brings a couple of beers out to the couch.

“Is LA always like this?” He laughs a little around the question, tired.

“Like what?”

Eddie shrugs. “Grenades and earthquakes.”

“I had to climb up a roller coaster, once,” Buck says. “And a plane crashed in the ocean.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, laughs again, nervous this time. It's wild that he can be nervous. Buck didn't think he was capable of it. He's so human, suddenly, sitting here in a half dark living room, a real person who exists who could be Buck's friend.

“Do you want my house keys?” He asks, at the same time Eddie asks “How did those go?”

“What?” Eddie asks, and “People died. Bobby almost drowned,” Buck says.

“Jesus,” Eddie says. “Do I want your house keys?”

“In case something happens,” Buck says.

“Grenades and earthquakes,” Eddie says.

And car crashes. A boy dog is called a dog, as far as he knows. “Mhm.”

Eddie sighs. Not put upon, just, like, a heavy exhale. “Sure. I'll make you a spare.”

—

“I asked you if you were in love with him.” There's a devastated wrinkle to Tommy's mouth, a heartbroken furrow in his brow. “Months ago, I asked you-”

“I'm sorry,” the bad dog whines. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know-”

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[wikiangela]

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tizniz 💖

today a different wip again that I don't think I shared yet lol - writing a smutty sequel to my bucktommy post-first date fic and it's barely started but there's progress! 😅

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“Say that again.” Buck says quietly, even to his own ears sounding almost frantic. His hands twist in the fabric of Tommy’s t-shirt, and pull him as close as possible with their seatbelts on. He needs to get to his place as soon as possible and get enveloped in Tommy, no room for air between them, he just needs him closer, closer, closer.

“Say what?” Tommy teases, lips brushing the shell of Buck’s ear, knowing damn well what Buck wants to hear. 

“You know what.” Buck pulls away slightly, just to meet Tommy’s eyes, and can’t stop a pout that quickly turns into an awed smile. It’s a late evening, the sky is dark, just like the inside of the car, only illuminated by the lights of the city as they’re driving, and Tommy looks so gorgeous. There’s an amused smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips, but even in the dark Buck can see his own desire mirrored in Tommy’s eyes.

“What?” he smirks, leans closer to press a kiss to his lips again. “Baby?” he whispers, and Buck shivers, a sharp gasp escaping him. Oh, he likes this. He likes when Tommy calls him just about anything, in that wonderful voice of his, but this, being called a pet name like this by a man, it’s new and thrilling, and that man being Tommy is just so exhilarating, it makes his racing heart skip a beat, and it only adds to the heat pooling in his stomach. Shit, he needs to get Tommy alone right the fuck now.

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[lonelychicago]

seven sentences sunday! 💍💌

tagged by the lovelies @bi-buckrights and @eddiebabygirldiaz

okay so i started this at 3am last night, don't judge me.

And then the stranger is facing him with wide brown eyes that kinda look like honey when the sun hits his face right, really, and for a second it almost knocks the breath out of him.

“Uh, hey.” The guy blinks slowly and he is holding a piece of paper in his hands, glancing down at it and then back up at Buck with something very similar to the panic Buck was just feeling in the bathroom. “I think you might be my husband?” The guy croaks out, voice hoarse from just waking up and strained, breaking on the last word.

Buck glances down, his gaze shooting to the man's left hand and— yup, an identical plastic ring is on his finger. When Buck takes a step closer, the guy angles the piece of paper to the side, enough that Buck can read it's apparently a marriage certificate. It's signed sloppily and messily, and he thinks that's his signature, but it's all wobbly, and the ink falls to the side like his hand slipped at the last second.

His blood is both hot and cold at the same time, and his fingers are shaking as reality sinks in. He got married. He really got married to someone he can't even recall their name!

He got sloppy drunk, wasted out of his damn mind, and got married in Las Vegas!

Oh God, Maddie is gonna kill him. Chim and Hen will never let him live this down.

“Right,” he swallows the bile that's threatening to rise again and blinks. One, two, three times. “I don't think I caught your name?” He clears his throat.

“Oh,” The man exhales. “Uh, I'm Eddie. Eddie Diaz.”

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[intrepidacious]

ooooo how about Steve Harrington x reader, enemies to lovers one bed trope👀👀👀

like magnets | s.h.

a/n: this follows absolutely no canon timeline but it was incredibly fun to write <3

"Move the fuck over," you hissed when Harrington’s overly large icy feet bumped into your leg again, and again, "I swear I will kick you to the floor.

"My face is literally pressed against the wall," he retorted, "and if you’d stop wiggling around, I could—hey!"

Whatever you’d done in a past life to deserve getting stuck in the Upside Down with fucking Hairrington you would never understand; but here you were, having to share the only blanket you’d found in the old trailer, huddled up against the cursed cold, voices barely raising so you wouldn’t alert anyone—or anything—to your presence. One way or another, you had to make it through the night together, and if something ate you in your sleep, you were going to haunt him, "Shut up."

This was torture, even if you refused to turn around; neither of you acknowledged that you’d probably have more space if you both turned around, if he’d wrap his arms around you like he might have, once, long ago, the barely-there smell of his aftershave enveloping you, shielding you from the outside world. What did it matter, you asked yourself just before you fell into a fitful sleep, shivering, a hair’s breadth between your backs; you were used to this animosity, to this pushing and pulling, to this … this.

When you woke up, you felt warm.