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cruisebuckley · 2 months ago
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im sorry im dutifully cutting off Gerard from the promo pic but jesus fucking christ they look so good ???? im gonna be sick
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cruisebuckley · 2 months ago
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love drawing his hair
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cruisebuckley · 2 months ago
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૮꒰˵っ ̫- ˵꒱ა Pink dividers!
Made by me! Reblog or fav if you save/use it
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cruisebuckley · 2 months ago
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“Talk about love.” — JJ Maybank X Fem!Reader
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SUMMARY: JJ is in love and he doesn't know how to confess, he has never been good with words, he keeps it a secret until he can't hold it back any more on a party — the problem is (Y/N) doesn't seem to be on the same page.
MUSIC: “Talk about love” by Zara Larsson
A/N: feedback it always welcome!! this is the first OBX fic I am reposting from my old account (I accidentally deleted it lmao) and it was inspired by TAL a song by Zara Larsson, the first version of this story was sadder and I didn't inted to make a second part at the time, today tho I sat down to rewrite and repost it and decided this jj and y/n deserved more of a happy ending so there'll be a second part inspired by another poster girl song!
WARNINGS: English is not my first language. Cursing.
WORD COUNT: 2.180
[MASTERLIST] [MOODBOARD] [PART 2]
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JJ drinks the last of his drink, eyes flickering to where she was dancing with her friends, a wide smile on her face while she moves her hips in the beat of the song. He was having a hard time taking his eyes off her all night long. She was gorgeous, always was, but she was even prettier today. Maybe it was because of how happy she looked, singing with all she had, smiling with her friends.
“JJ, I’m gonna get more beer, do you want some?” Kiara asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah,” he nods, thinking it would be good to use the drinking games with John B as a distraction from (Y/N). He doesn't know what's motivating him to keep his distance for so long, he had come to the party with the intention of talking to her, but now he just couldn't, something was holding him back.
“Dude, you should do something,” John B. says.
“Yeah, you’ve been staring at her the whole night.” Pope rolls his eyes, “you’re never like this, why don’t you just talk to her?”
JJ snorts, but inside he feels more insecure, why was he so nervous? 
“I’ll talk to her, it’s just…” JJ clears his throat, trying to think of an excuse.
“Just?” Pope raises his eyebrows.
“She’s with her friends, you know, having fun and all” JJ shrugs. 
“Please,” Pope and John B. exchange looks before Pope continues, “this was never a problem for you before, JJ. Tell us, did something happen?”
“No.” JJ sighs,“I just want to talk with her about something, and… it’s bothering me, that’s all.” Kiara gets back and hands everyone their beers, she gives him a questioning look before sitting down again.
“Talk with whom? (Y/N)?” she asks then, and JJ nods, “so, what is it?”
“Nothing important.” everyone scoffs, “what?”
“If it is bothering you, it is important, idiot.” Kiara rolls her eyes. 
“Look, if you don’t want to tell us, that's okay, but for fucking sake, go talk with (Y/N).” John B. says, and Pope and Kiara agree with a nod of head.
“Okay, I’m going.” JJ says with a roll of his eyes, he takes one sip of his beer before setting it down on the table in front of him and finally gets up to talk with her.
His friends all make cheering noises, and he only gives them his middle finger and keeps on walking.
As he gets closer to the dance floor, though, he can feel his resolving weakening again, he can feel the bubbles of anxiety accumulating in his throat. He stops just at the end of the dance floor, a few steps of distance between them. It takes about five minutes for (Y/N) to notice him, she spins and stops when she registers it is him. Her smile grows bigger and even then, JJ can't avoid it but smile too.
She frowns, however, as she approaches him and swiftly places her arms on his shoulders, “Why are you standing there?”
“I was only watching you.” He shrugs.
“You're never one to just watch,” she says playfully.
JJ laughs, still timid but starting to enjoy being this close to her. 
“Is there something wrong?” She asks, usually she would already have greeted him with a kiss, but she is cautious now, and JJ knows she can read in his face that there is something he wants to say. 
“Nothing.” he smirks, “you're just too pretty tonight.” 
(Y/N) laughs, he can, she is going to let this one pass, and he is relieved. They slow dance for some minutes, totally ignoring the upbeat song playing, but soon enough as they drink more, they fall into the agitated rhythm of the others also on the dance floor.
JJ tries his best to forget what he wanted to say, tries to bury it and keep it quiet, he doesn't want to ruin any of this, doesn't want to risk it all. 
But (Y/N) feels it, the change in the air again, walks him to an empty spot close to the wall and stays holding his hand when she gives him a quick, but reassuring kiss on his lips.
“Did something happen?”
When he doesn't answer, she continues, “you know you can tell me.”
JJ can't look at her when he says it, it is pathetic, he knows, but he just can't.
He misunderstands, “J, you've been acting weird since you got here, haven't talked with me and not even looked at me properly, what's happening?”
At those words, JJ snaps his head back, “(Y/N)? You're  serious?” She nods,“I've been staring at you the whole night, I can't take my eyes off you.” He says then, refusing to be ashamed.
“So why don't you say anything? Why… Why are you different?” She walks closer and gives his hand a squeeze.
“I love you.” He blurts out. Never one to find the proper words or the right time.
(Y/N) takes a step back, but doesn't let go of his hand, “what?”
JJ clears his throat, there is no pointing in denying. “I love you, (Y/N).”
“Things are good, JJ.” she looks at him worriedly.
“I know, but-”
“We agreed on it, right? That it would be simple between us, no love, no dating, nothing of this girlfriend and boyfriend thing,” (Y/N) raises her eyebrows “we were fine with that, weren’t we?”
JJ feels the bubbles of anxiety starting to gather on his chest and throat again, “We… I was fine with it, I swear I was. But things changed, I don't know exactly when, I don't know how, but-” his voice cracks, betraying him, showing how much her reaction was affecting him.
(Y/N) takes a deep breath, calming herself, and JJ watches as her eyes wander his face, he wishes he could read her mind. “What changed?”
“I don't know. Maybe I did.”
She doesn't answer.
“Is it a bad thing?”
“JJ, I don't want to talk about love.” She replies, a whisper. “But it's not you, it's not you.”
He sighs, it's not conscious, but he distances himself, trying to hide somehow. There's no place for him to go, not when they are in the middle of a party, not when he just confessed his feelings while they are surrounded by people. JJ is trying to think of something to say, how to answer this, how to take it well.
But she searches him again, a step closer, a hand on his cheek, making him look at her again. 
“JJ, what makes you think you’re in love with me?” 
He knows where she wants to go with this, he knows, but he also knows what he truly feels, and it's not him rushing things or being confused. 
“Luke's party,” he says and her face changes, “it was the first time I ever felt… jealous.”
“Jealousy?” She asks, eyebrows raised.
“Let me explain,” he says, and she nods. “I was feeling… different for some days already, but it was the party that made me stop and ask myself what those feelings were.” He stops to breathe, he is happy that her hand is still cupping his cheek, or else he might stop talking with the look she had, “I was fine with it,  (Y/N), but it changed. These last few days, all I can think about is you. And I know I suck with words, but I am trying my best here.”
“You don't even know me.” He can tell it was not meant to sound harsh with the way she grimaces right after, but it hurts anyway, “I just… what I mean is, we don't even spend time together outside of this,” she gestures between the both of them with her chin, “what we have is different JJ, I know nothing about your friends, you know nothing of mine, we know nothing of each other.”
“What if I want to?”
She sighs, and he can see tears pooling in her eyes, it takes him by surprise.
“I told you I didn't want…” she trails off, shaking her head and retrieving her hand from his face.
Around them, a slow song started, the couples stared at each other with wide smiles and started to dance together. Fucking great timing.
JJ is frozen on his spot, he is trying his hardest to think of what to say, but she seems to always be quicker.
“I'm sorry, JJ, I really am. But I can't.”
“Why not?” He doesn't want to sound childish or insistent, but it just leaves his mouth.
(Y/N) closes her eyes with a deep breath, he wants to get closer again, hug her to try to calm her.
“We are good at this friends with benefits thing.”
“Why can't we be more?” He gulps, “I am confessing (Y/N), I am in love with you.”
“I know!” She gives an exasperated sigh, opening her eyes, the tears are still there, “I just don't know if I want more.”
He nods, “you are right, I am sorry. I shouldn't… I am sorry I insisted.”
“No, I…” (Y/N) frowns, “I-”
“No, you're right, you don't have to correspond with my feelings.”
“I'm just not ready, please don't be mad at me.” She knits her eyebrows together and for the first time seems to let her guard down.
“It's okay,” he says, trying his best to give her a reassuring smile, “really, (Y/N), it's okay.”
It feels awkward to stand there, he's not sure if he should try to comfort her some other way, if he should just leave. But he has so much to say yet, and she is looking at him like she also has. So he waits, he wants her to be the first.
“What if…” she breathes, “what if this is not love?”
“Why'd you say that?”
“Well,” she clears her throat, “it can be something else. We're young. And,” a dry chuckle leaves her lips, “there is so much, so many people to know, what if tomorrow you meet someone that makes you regret this?… I just want you to understand me.”
“I can wait,” he says then, surprising even himself.
“What?”
“You said you're not ready, I can wait.”
“I can't make you do that.”
“You're not making me,” he finally walks closer, finally takes her hand in his, “I want this.”
“What if it's not what you want?” She raises her chin, “and one day you wake up just to be bored? What if it doesn't excite you?”
JJ knits his eyebrows, “I really like what we have, I love it, and it is not… I don't want an exciting thing, not all the time at least.”
“And what do you want?” There is a hint of doubt there, and JJ hope grows.
“Something simple, something like what we already have.” He smiles, not quite sure of himself, but feeling better when she stays silent and lets him go on, “We chase our dreams at dawn, and it is our secret, that's what you always say.”
He manages to get a laugh from her and his chest erupts with happiness, a welcoming feeling that suppresses the anxiety in his chest.
“I just really want to call you mine.”
(Y/N) looks at him like she is about to break his heart, but he doesn't walk back, by God he'd let her, he'll let her.
“You don’t live with me JJ, you don’t know how I am. I don't think you would like me as your girlfriend.” She says then, and he can see she is trying to sound gentle. “We don’t even spend enough time together to be in an official relationship.” She stays in silence for a few seconds, as if thinking, JJ can't move away from her even if he tries.  “I am afraid I am not what you think, that you have a totally different idea of who I am for real.” her voice breaks in the last sentence, and her tears finally spill, JJ feels the lump growing back on his throat.
“I’m sorry, I truly am. ‘Cause I like you. But we are not meant to last, we chase our dreams in the dawn, we are always smiling, we are always having fun, we do things without worrying about the consequences until it's too late. We are good in bed and…” she takes her hands off his, “we are a teenage summer romance. We're not meant to last.”
They stay in silence again, JJ watches her, heart hurting, and still, so in love, somehow even more sure that this is indeed love. (Y/N) wipes her tears off and tries to give him a smile. He doesn't say anything, he knows she needs to go, he needs it too, to think, he knows the best thing to do now is to go home and sleep with these thoughts.
He only gives her a smile back, assuring her that he did understand.
She leaves.
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cruisebuckley · 3 months ago
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This is how that scene should have really gone
(I can't believe my shitpost art is now my most liked art lmfao. also shoutout to the guy who commented on my last post that all the other fanart is too homo this ones for you bro <3)
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cruisebuckley · 4 months ago
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June 29: Single Parents/Uncles AU for an event by @bagginshieldweek24
I deeply regret that the challenge is a day late! Exams are merciless to me, and even though I started drawing in advance, I still couldn’t handle the deadline 😅 I promise to catch up with feedback tomorrow, after passing bioinformatics exam.
More headcanons and details under the cut>>
— It’s an alternative Middle-earth universe with hobbits, humans, dwarves, and elves, but set in modern times.
— Thorin grew up in Erebor in a royal family (which makes sense), is accustomed to good coffee, can distinguish different types, and knows which brewing devices are best. Now he has moved to London for work and discovered that both dwarf and human coffee shops would often use cheap beans or bad coffee machines, or they grind the beans incorrectly, or even set the wrong amount of grams of coffee per espresso shot. In general, they save money wherever they can, mostly selling the vibe and relying on the fact that taste isn’t important to most of the customers. Elves occupy the niche of coffee connoisseurs, but Thorin would rather drink filter coffee from a kettle on the roadside than go to elves. And then he discovers that hobbits, little hedonists, love good food and GOOD COFFEE! Of course, in hobbit cafes, he has to sit on low chairs and by the small tables, and at first, the other patrons looked at the dwarf in their company strangely, but it’s worth it. Thorin is willing to sit with a bent back if he gets a quiet and cozy atmosphere, excellent Wi-Fi, and delicious coffee (an office in London is good, but sometimes you need to get out of the four walls to not get nuts).
— Thorin rarely drinks pure espresso, preferring softer variations. He also has a sweet-tooth.
— Bilbo is a children’s book writer, mainly known for a series of fantasy novels about a brave hobbit who traveled over and under the mountains, rode in barrels, and played riddles in the dark (Bilbo, in canon, wrote his memoirs, which all hobbits except Merry and Frodo knew primarily for Hobbiton children, so I think he would primarily write for little hobbit kids).
— It’s not a real feather he uses, but a ballpoint pen with attached feathers, like those sold in souvenir shops. Bilbo bought it after a tour to the Tower of London. He likes the ✨vibe✨ and the fact that he can twirl the feather part around his lips when he’s thinking. (It’s literally an instruction on how to seduce Thorin)
— Mr. Baggins only drinks doppio. The cup is big compared to him because it’s hobbit ceramics, and the portion sizes for hobbits, who love treats, are no smaller than human ones.
— Bilbo has taken care of Frodo since his parents drowned in an accident. Frodo is about 8-9 years old here.
— I love the headcanon that hobbits’ ears react to their emotions, so the fact that Frodo doesn’t lower them when Bilbo scolds him is a good sign. Bilbo is a good uncle.
— Thorin and Bilbo have seen each other several times on Wednesdays. Usually, they don’t care about other patrons, but barista keept trying to serve a doppio to the stern scowling dwarf in black leather jacket, and a cappuccino with whipped cream to the little curly hobbit in a plaid sweater. They’ve had to swap their drinks several times.
— Thorin read Mr. Baggins’ books to his nephews in Erebor and quickly figured out who always sits at the table near the window in his favorite cafe. Thorin likes Bilbo’s books but doesn’t know if he’s married because he keeps his personal life private. Seeing Frodo, he immediately assumed he was Bilbo’s son, considering how the little hobbit looks at him.
— Bilbo immediately noticed the stern ( handsome) dwarf sitting with his eyes glued to his phone, but he always felt too awkward to speak with him. How do you even start a conversation with a stranger, especially from another race? So when Frodo, rather bluntly, commented on his appearance, of course, Bilbo was embarrassed. No, he absolutely agrees with Frodo. The exotic braids, unusual for short-haired hobbits, look amazing on the tall dwarf, and the iron clips highlight his blue eyes perfectly, but isn’t that a bit rude to point that out? Wouldn’t a dwarf decide that he is trying to mock his culture?
— Bilbo saw that while he was scolding Frodo, Thorin turned away and for some reason tugged angrily at his braid, so he decided to muster the courage and compliment him himself to ease the awkwardness and not seem rude (not at all because he would gladly say what Frodo did himself and not because Mr. Dwarf has much more attractive features he’d also like to make a comment on, not at all, what are you talking about, no-no-no).
— The dwarf didn’t seem offended at all.
— They started talking and found out that Thorin’s nephews love Bilbo’s books (Bilbo was flattered by this news. He’s still surprised when his books are read by anyone other than hobbits. (Gandalf didn’t tell him that his books are popular among all races. Mostly because for other races they play the role of kids books where main protagonist is a cute mice)).
— And in the end, as we see, they exchanged numbers 🌚🌝
— They will meet again, but without Frodo and not just for coffee.
— The end✨✨✨
I’m still experimenting with a flat-color style and lineart so I’ll be glad to know what do you think about it. Hope the comic was enjoyable!
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cruisebuckley · 4 months ago
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You know what would be funny? A fic in which Colin says the “I’d never court Penelope Featherington” thing and suddenly Penelope is full of suitors because, before that, everyone thought that she and Colin were already engaged and something.
Simon and Kate seeing other people flirt with Penelope…
Simon: OMG the lack of respect…
Kate: everyone knows she’s taken already!!!
Anthony:… excuse me??
Daphne: She is engaged? Oh, I’m so happy for her.
Kate:… isn’t she Colin’s bride
Simon: isn’t she Colin’s WIFE???
Daphne and Anthony: WHAT?? They’re not married
Simon: for christs sake!!! why they go everywhere unchaperoned then?
Kate: I’ll have no other choice but fix this
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cruisebuckley · 4 months ago
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heh... our shared mutual just reblogged that post from ME and not you. how does that make you feel
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cruisebuckley · 6 months ago
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
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cruisebuckley · 6 months ago
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Not Buck, the extroverted golden retriever guy known for being a "player" having zero friends outside of work and always hanging out with his best friend and his son while Eddie, the introverted black cat guy having different friend groups AND two-timing his gf (and whatever tf that he has going on with Buck) 😭
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cruisebuckley · 7 months ago
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If your goal is to normalize gender-nonconformity you’re gonna have to accept that some people will fuck with gender as hard as they can while still being unequivocally, 100% cis and that is okay. There’s no egg to crack or callout to write. This is a good thing actually.
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cruisebuckley · 7 months ago
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it'd be awesome to have tommy being completely unaware of who the buckley parents are "you work with maddie or howie?" "i used to work with howie, but i came as evan's plus one, actually." "evan's?" "buck? maddie's brother. i'm his date." *sees buck* "oh! there he is. excuse me." and leaves them demons GAGGED
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cruisebuckley · 7 months ago
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Test Drive
Buck/Eddie, Buck/Tommy, Eddie/Buck/Tommy | 28K | rated: Explicit | complete! | ao3
“You can come home with us," Buck blurts out. "Or we can take you home. But— but you should. You should come home with us.”
For that, Eddie does look up at him. But only for half a second. “I,” Eddie starts slowly. “I wouldn’t want to. Interrupt. Or be in the way. You’re on a date. I’m fine. You don’t have to worry. I don’t care about her or the break up. I’m over it. So over it.”
Eddie wants to be with them. Eddie wants to be with Tommy. Of course he wants to be with Tommy. Tommy is amazing. Buck’s stomach twists and he doesn’t know how to breathe or what to say. Or why he’s not panicking about his best friend being into his boyfriend, and his boyfriend clearly being open to having sex with his best friend. He should be panicking.
What if Eddie is into men? What if Tommy could awaken that in Eddie just like he did with Buck? What if that could happen?
“You wouldn’t be in the way,” Tommy says as he finds Buck’s hand under the table and holds it tightly.
“Right,” Buck adds. “You wouldn’t be. You could,” Oh god. What does he say. How does he say. “You could be— with us.”
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In which Buck wants his boyfriend to give his best friend a queer awakening like he had. For no particular reason at all. While also having the most inopportune "Oh" moment ever.
(Read on AO3)
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cruisebuckley · 7 months ago
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this and “great, I am your basketball beard” killed me like I was on the floor laughing
“i wouldn’t want to piss off her ex: the lord” bobby if firefighting stops working for you you have a great career in comedy
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cruisebuckley · 7 months ago
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cruisebuckley · 7 months ago
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ABC really said “thank you but we’ll take it from here” to Fox and I LOVE IT
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cruisebuckley · 7 months ago
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Buck at the start of 7x04:
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Buck, 5 minutes later:
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