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[theotherbuckley]

[theotherbuckley]

Fuck it Friday Saturday

i know it’s saturday but i have no concept of time. literally it’s so bad. here’s another excerpt from slammed the door on my whole world

He knows he shouldn’t be here, this isn’t what they do anymore, he ruined this, but he can’t help it. He’s always been selfish when it comes to Buck anyway. He knocks softly and it’s almost magical to him how Buck appears.

“Sorry; we don’t want to buy- Eddie?”

“Hey Buck,” Eddie says. “Look I know you don’t want me to be here, but I just- I just wanted to give you this.”

He holds out the casserole, and Buck takes it almost mechanically. He knows Buck is thinking about the last time they were in this position. He knows he’s thinking of wrapped wrists and red eyes. He knows he’s thinking of the sharp intake of breath and the loud click of the door. He knows he’s thinking about it, because he is too. It’s out and too loud in the small space between them.

“Hey man, you can’t-“ Buck blinks like he’s still trying to come to terms with the fact Eddie is standing in front of him. “You can’t be here, my kid-“

tagging: @whatisreggieshortfor @tizniz @actuallyitsellie @theotherbuckley @shyaudacity @sunnywiththestars @wildlife4life

[theotherbuckley]

Inspiration Saturday!!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples who both posted INCREDIBLE stuff y'all should show some love 🩷💚

I'm focusing on Eddie's second oh moment right now, but the other night I was writing for my Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries AU and decided to try something... I made my first moodboard!!! I like it, but I might change it up a bit as I keep writing for it.

Ta da!! And here's a snippet to go with it:

Buck crouched and opened the cabinet by the sink. An opened box of pink packets sat turned on its side in the cabinet. The box read Nerve Powders. Something at the back of his mind told him there was more to it than that. A sharp knock echoed off the tile in the bathroom. “This lavatory is fully occupied!” Buck called as he closed the cabinet, stowing away a few packets in his jacket. “Police! Open up!” Damn. Buck stood and opened the door, plastering on his charming smile. Good Christ. Detective Diaz from a distance was a sight to behold in itself. Up close? Adonis wouldn't stand a chance. Coffee brown eyes shone in the light streaming in from the window. A wayward wave fell across his forehead, the only thing out of place in his otherwise immaculate appearance. His bone structure was beyond perfect.

He carried himself with a relaxed confidence Buck spent years faking. How this man achieved it? Buck didn't know. “You must be the detective,” Buck said. “Apologies for my urgent call of nature.” “You do realize this is an active crime scene,” Detective Diaz pointed out. Wow, even his voice was gorgeous. “Forgive me, detective,” Buck smiled. “It's very fortunate I'm wearing gloves, is it not?” Diaz stepped past Buck and stared at the chalk outline on the floor, his brow furrowed in concentration, the smallest pout on his lips. Buck turned to the officer standing near the doorway. “Do you think it was poison?” “Most likely,” the officer nodded. “We have yet to determine the cause of death,” Detective Diaz said with a pointed look at his officer. Oh, what Buck wouldn't do to see the man be a little mean to him too. Buck honestly hoped Detective Diaz would arrest him. Buck could show him a thing or two with those handcuffs. Not that he’d ever voice that thought out loud.

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @13shadesofanni @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @loveyouanyway @thekristen999

@daffi-990 @wikiangela @kitteneddiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @ronordmann

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@bidisasterevankinard @rainbow-nerdss @wildlife4life @hippolotamus @daniwib

@alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @likeamollusconarock @smallandalmosthonest @idealuk @jshadow01

@shipperqueen6 @lunarspark-cos @misshiss727 @weareallstoriesintheend11 @lin27 @orangeboxfox92 and anyone else who wants to share!! 🥰🩷

[theotherbuckley]

Gauging interest for this but I've been considering dipping my toes into the world of podficcing for a little bit now because one (1) person said they liked my voice/ should consider a career in radio and I took it a little seriously dskfjsdfk

If you think I should, are there any fics that people would be particularly interesting in hearing me read? I don't mind genre/rating. Just do bear in mind that I am from New Zealand and therefore sound not too dissimilar to people such as Taika Waititi, Karl Urban and Jemaine Clement 🤣

Tagging friends to widen the sample size/ Get Vibes

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@alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @jesuisici33 @wikiangela @loveyouanyway

@cal-daisies-and-briars @exhuastedpigeon @epicbuddieficrecs @kitteneddiediaz @thekristen999

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[theotherbuckley]

Fuck It Saturday

I'm not sure if it's friday anywhere anymore so we're fucking it on a Saturday!! I've been super lax on writing this week because I've got a beefy 3k word report on care for transgender/gender diverse parents during pregnancy due on Monday and I am not even halfway done dfkjds. BUT I did get a small trickle of Frostpunk AU beans so I thought I'd share! Snippet below the line bc it's kinda long

Tagged for Friday & Saturday by @smilingbuckley @thekristen999 @dangerpronebuddie @spotsandsocks @bidisasterevankinard

@cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley and @kitteneddiediaz, I will be getting to your snippets tonight!!

Buck’s reading to Christopher when it happens.

Ever since Christopher woke up, Buck has been keeping a near-constant vigil at his bedside, keeping the boy entertained and comfortable where he can. He’d even snuck into the Children’s Shelter to borrow some toys for Christopher - a set of cards, a rainbow puzzle, a small, plastic dinosaur toy, and a fluffy rabbit that Christopher had kept tucked under his arm ever since.

So, it’s not entirely surprising that Buck is there when Edmundo wakes up.

The first indication is the bleeping on Edmundo’s heart monitor begins to increase in speed. Buck stops midsentence and turns in his chair. The first thing he notices is that Edmundo’s eyes are open, wide and fearful as he looks around the room.

In a flash, Buck is on his feet, book clattering to the floor, and he rushes over to Edmundo’s bedside.

“Hen!” he yells, praying his friend is close enough to hear. “Chimney! Someone, come quick!!”

Edmundo’s chest begins to heave as a heavy panic sets in and he raises his arms to claw at the breathing tube down his throat. Buck grabs his wrists and pins them to his size, and is surprised at the strength of the man. It takes no small amount of effort to keep him from ripping the tube out, or scrabbing at the IV lines in his arms.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, Hen and Chimney are coming, just breathe for me,” Buck says hurriedly as he watches Edmundo gag around the tube. He knows the man will be getting oxygen, but that won’t be stopping the feeling of suffocation, the feeling of obstruction in his throat.

Edmundo’s eyes bug out as he looks at Buck, gaze boring into him in a silent plea. Help me. Make it stop.

There’s a clattering of feet on linoleum as Hen, Chimney, and another medic Buck doesn’t know the name of all sprint into the cramped med bay.

“What’s going on, what happened?” Hen asks as she comes screeching to a halt, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on. Before Buck can even open his mouth, Chimney is grabbing the extubation equipment and barking orders at Hen and the medic, all three swarming Edmundo’s bedside.

Buck’s in the way, he knows it but he cannot make himself move. Instead, he takes both of Edmundo’s hands and laces their fingers together, squeezing lightly to give Edmundo something to focus on.

“Look at me, Edmundo,” he says as Hen peels off the tape keeping the tube in place. Edmundo’s eyes flick back towards Buck, his eyebrows scrunched together, and Buck’s stomach twists uncomfortably as he sees a tear slide down Edmundo’s cheek.

“That’s it, just keep your eyes on me.”

“Okay, extubating patient now. Hen, have suction at the ready. Jess, get the O2 mask,” Chimney orders, and there’s a fluffy of movement as everyone gets in position.

Buck looks away. He doesn’t want to watch the tube come out. He’s never been the best with medical things at the best of times and this.. well he’s not exactly sure why the thought of Edmundo in particular being in pain makes him so unhappy but it does. So he doesn’t watch, instead keeping his eyes trained firmly on his and Edmundo’s hands. It doesn’t escape his notice the way Edmundo’s knuckles go white as he clings to Buck for dear life.

There’s horrible wet noise followed by the sound of suction and a volley of wet coughs, before Buck hears a deep breath in. He chances a glance upwards and sees Edmundo, eyes open and sans tube for the first time he got to Sector 118. There’s an oxygen mask fitted over his face, fogging up with every breath Edmundo takes.

Instantly, relief flows through Buck like warm honey, filtering through his veins until he’s lighter and warmer than he’s been in days. Edmundo’s awake. Edmundo is breathing on his own. Edmundo’s alive.

Buck grins, unable to contain his joy. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Edmundo.”

“Eddie,” the guy croaks, and Buck blinks.

“Huh?”

“Name’s E-Eddie. Not Edmundo,” he rasps, before breaking out into a coughing fit. Buck rushes to help him upright, takes off the oxygen mask, and holds out a container as Edmundo – Eddie spits into it, his chest heaving from the force of his coughs. Buck rubs his back, murmuring reassuring words until Eddie takes a shaky breath and allows himself to rest back against his pillows.

No pressure tagging (for Friday or Saturday) @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @neverevan @babybibuck @aroeddiediaz

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@steadfastsaturnsrings @thewolvesof1998 @jehdogg @ohlookitsthearkhamknight @revenge-of-the-assbutt (lmk if you want to be added/removed)

[theotherbuckley]

i dont think we fit on the bed

buck/eddie/tommy | 7,4k | explicit

“So, which one is it going to be, Evan?” Tommy asked, rubbing himself on Buck’s ass, but not quite giving him anything. Buck made a confused sound, so he continued, “Which one of us is gonna get to fuck you today?”

He groaned, the phantom pleasure a bit overwhelming. Eddie cupped his jaw, running his fingers through his hair while he decided. It’s not like it was ever an easy choice. It usually led him to picking the one he hadn’t last time, but this time…

“Both,” he muttered, and he felt both of his boyfriends tense at the answer. “However you want it, just— both.”

OR: Stablished buddietommy takes the day off. (Includes Tommy and Eddie taking care of Buck in various ways + a little domestic fluff).

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[theotherbuckley]

kiss it when you're done by bigfootsmom on ao3

bucktommy • explicit • 2.3k

“Yes, yes— Tommy, please! Please please pleasepleaseplease—” Buck babbles, begging with a ruined voice for Tommy to come inside of him.  Tommy starts pulling away, cold air rushing in between them as he sits back on his knees. Buck panics, stomach flipping as he flails out, grabbing at Tommy’s arms and squeezing his legs around him.  “Wh–what are you doing?” He cries out, looking at Tommy with wild eyes as he tries to keep him close.  “Evan—” Tommy’s voice is strained as he holds himself perfectly still, a knot of concern forming between his brows as he swallows. “I’m gonna— baby, I’m not wearing a condom.”  Buck is not a fan of the pull out method.

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[theotherbuckley]

oh hey i sorta have something to show for once for one of these! tagged by @spotsandsocks for FUCK IT FRIDAY 💖🙌

sorry i took a crummy photo in the car lol but i’m gonna try and work on this third painting while i’m away this weekend! mainly bc everyone was so kind about the two i already did 🥺

i’m sure everyone i know has already been tagged to contribute but in case you haven’t, take this post as carte blanche from your bud buff 🦬💖

[theotherbuckley]

Using this for inspiration saturday

Uni has been crazy so I haven’t written anything this week but I have done a lot of procrastinatory drawing 🙃

Thanks for all the tags for Friday tagging you all back: @bidisasterevankinard @fortheloveofbuddie @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @jesuisici33 @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @eowon @elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @rainbow-nerdss @cal-daisies-and-briars @evanbegins @diazsdimples @wikiangela @bucksbirthmark  @underwaterninja13 @daffi-990 @fionaswhvre @aspecbuddie @lover-of-mine @nmcggg @tizniz @monsterrae1 @smilingbuckley @loveyouanyway @hippolotamus @buckdefencesquad @actualalligator @pirrusstuff @actuallyitsellie @dangerpronebuddie @babybibuck @exhuastedpigeon @perfectlysunny02 @buddieswhvre @loserdiaz @rogerzsteven @bucksbignaturals @smallandalmosthonest

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[theotherbuckley]

Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture 🏀

[theotherbuckley]

don't just stand there

chapter three: "Get a room, you two!"

this is part four of the 5+1 "eddie cockblocks bucktommy in ways that defy all rational explanation" fic :)

Buck smiled, waving at his friends, and watched them hop into their respective vehicles. The whole time, his other hand was finishing the buttons and reaching into Tommy's jeans.  "You're incorrigible," Tommy said, a little breathless. "They haven't even pulled out of the parking lot." "Traffic's going to be insane," Buck said, luxuriating in the familiar weight of Tommy's cock in his hand. "It'll take at least forty minutes to get home, and you can't make me wait that long, babe, you just can't."  "So needy," Tommy said fondly, carding his fingers through Buck's hair. "You know, I had plans to take you out for an early dinner, wine and dine you a bit - " "Sounds like a great plan," Buck grinned. "But it'll have to wait until after you cum in my mouth. That cool with you?"  Instead of answering, Tommy used the hand in his hair to push Buck's head into his lap. 

tags under the cut for folks who might care about this update:

@missmagooglie @comeon-intothemadhouse @aringofsalt @theotherbuckley @sadieb798

@casismybestfriend @devirnis @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @faggyangel @evanbi-ckley

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@powersuitup @usersiren @sunglassesmish @bigfootsmom

[theotherbuckley]

Artist: That One ArtKid

[theotherbuckley]

fuck it fridayyyyyyyyy

tagged by @dangerpronebuddie

oh you KNOW it's gotta be a snippet from don't just stand there. i'm hoping to have this totally finished by the time the next ep drops.

this is a bit from part four of the 5+1 eddie-keeps-walking-in-on-bucktommy-getting-nasty

He'd been thinking about the sex toy box all day. It had been a pretty slow shift, at least for the A-shift at the 118, and Tommy was on his two-off. When Bobby dismissed his team, Buck changed into his civvies fast enough to give himself whiplash, eager to spend the next twenty-four hours naked and satiated with his sweet, gentle, relentlessly seductive boyfriend. He was so keyed up that he was the first one out the door, while Eddie and Chim were still in the showers; Tommy was already waiting in the Jeep, having moved to the passenger seat, because he knew Buck loved to drive and he was so fucking thoughtful. Buck simply had to blow him about it. "Jesus, Evan," Tommy gasped - Buck had barely closed the driver's side door behind him before he was licking into Tommy's mouth and fumbling at his fly. "Whatever happened to how was your day, sweetheart?" "You can still talk with your dick in my mouth," Buck pointed out, pressing kisses along Tommy's jawline. He had a day's worth of stubble and it was driving Buck wild. "And my day was great, sweetheart, how was yours?"

none pressure with left beef tags under the cut!!!

@missmagooglie @comeon-intothemadhouse @aringofsalt @theotherbuckley @sadieb798

@casismybestfriend @devirnis @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @faggyangel @evanbi-ckley

@exstasiswings @moonstonediaz @babytrapperdiaz @buckttommy @rainbow-nerdss

@swiftieeddie @werewolfzero @karrieharrie @honorarybuckley @powersuitup

@usersiren @sunglassesmish @bigfootsmom

[theotherbuckley]

i'm my own stone around my neck

here is the hurt/no comfort fic i've been working on, ready to be thrown into the internet abyss!

*please note there is no happy ending*

Sharing isn’t something Eddie has ever been particularly good at. Most of his childhood memories are of being admonished for not sharing his toys with his little sisters or various younger cousins. Those were his toys, and he knew his family members wouldn’t take care of his things the way he did. Stop being selfish. Don’t be such a brat. I raised you better than this. Ay, Eddito ¿por qué siempre eres así? When toys and video games were inevitably broken by careless hands, they were never replaced. There was never an apology. That stuck with Eddie, forming a dark pit inside him. He’s buried it and taught himself better because righteous indignation gets you nowhere in a Mexican family – especially not an apology. He learned to bury that greedy, nasty part of himself. _______________________ If hard pressed, Eddie wouldn’t be able to pinpoint when he’d fallen in love with Buck – but he knows the moment that makes him finally realize it. Buck had come home with Eddie after a shift to hang out and spend time with Chris, and then Tommy came by to take Buck home a few hours later.  The soft and easy smile that stretches across Buck’s face when he hears Tommy’s knock on the door sends a creeping, cloying feeling through Eddie’s stomach. He watches Buck get up to let Tommy in and sees as he presses that smiling mouth against Tommy’s - that’s when Eddie’s stomach drops.

✨read the rest on ao3✨

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[theotherbuckley]

stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong

aka rival firefighters 🚒 | buddie | chapter 2/10 | Explicit

Eddie’s just finished helping load up the last patient into the 118’s ambulance, Wilson already in the front with the engine running and ready to go, and Han in the back, settling in beside their patient, when Buckley finds him again.

“Diaz! Are you a match? Because you ignite a fire within me.” Buck says, stupid cocky smile in place.

“Are you a smoke detector? Because you’re really loud and annoying.” Eddie shoots back, way too mentally worn out from triage to go another round with Buckley.

A loud laugh rips out of Wilson, echoing through the cabin while Han laughs so hard he almost chokes on his gum. Once Han’s recovered, he wipes his eyes, looking at Buckley and wheezing out, “Oh my god you can’t be serious?”

Eddie uses the question as his chance to slip away and make his way back to his own team. Only for Buckley to call out to him not even seconds later.

“Hey, Diaz!”

So close. He was so close.

He comes to a stop but doesn’t turn around, not wanting to give Buckley the satisfaction or whatever.

“I hate it when you go! But I love to watch you leave!”

Eddie shakes his head and can’t control the huff of a laugh that breaks free. This guy really is something else. Eddie doesn’t even bother with giving him the finger or retaliating, just continues walking until he’s back with the 136.

Read Chapter Two on AO3

[theotherbuckley]

I want to dance with you tonight (and for the rest of my life)

Bucktommy / E / 14 932 words

Cover by @ronordmann 💙

Mood board by me

Three months after Tommy kissed him passed so fast, but Buck enjoyed every second of it. Every date, kiss, hug, sex. Every text till the next opportunity to meet again between their shifts. Tommy makes him feel happy, giddy, smitten and, most importantly, wanted. He isn’t the one chasing so hard he forgets about himself this time, or the passive one, letting relationships just come to him, not trying to do much. No, now he takes as much as he gets. Of course, during their first three weeks Tommy was the one who was making most of the moves. He would set the dates, time and date, just asking Buck if he wanted to have another date and then tell him when and where it would be. Tommy was the one buying him flowers, initiating kisses or any form, even not sexual intimacy - always making sure Buck was ok with everything, never rushing him to do something Buck didn’t want to. And it made Buck feel safe. Soon he was the one to lean and kiss the man, or hug, or put his hand on Tommy’s tight, while the man would drive him to the next date’s destination, any time he wanted. Or Buck and Tommy enjoy their relationships, fall in love and go to Madney wedding together

[theotherbuckley]

cowboy buddie for @exhuastedpigeon for being the nicest and sweetest to me. they have a fic in the works that i just know will SLAP. so go to her blog and make sure to check that out <333