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alright. I’m getting thousands of porn bots a day, and I’m throwing in the towel. Time for a fresh start

follow me here: comaboybuck

I’m gonna start following everyone there & I’ll be back and forth for a while trying to collect all of you like bugs

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between the wanting and the world

 buck/eddie | love confessions, smut, and mechanical bulls  | explicit

“I – uh, ok. This might be kind of weird.”

“You’re kind of weird,” Eddie parroted, pressing his shoulder reassuringly into Buck’s. “Tell me.”

At that, Buck swallowed. Eddie tracked the movement down his throat.

“I just kind of noticed that you default to beer, but is it really what you want?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet Buck’s, their gazes meeting there in heavy, easy suspension.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked. His mouth was dry.

“You always go for lemonade at Bobby and Athena’s bbqs,” Buck said, eyes still locked on Eddie’s, “and I know you and Karen drink so much wine when you hang out. I thought you might like something,” he paused, blinking heavily, “different.”

read on ao3

[ronanlynchgender]

alright. I’m getting thousands of porn bots a day, and I’m throwing in the towel. Time for a fresh start

follow me here: comaboybuck

I’m gonna start following everyone there & I’ll be back and forth for a while trying to collect all of you like bugs

[ronanlynchgender]

alright. I’m getting thousands of porn bots a day, and I’m throwing in the towel. Time for a fresh start

follow me here: comaboybuck

I’m gonna start following everyone there & I’ll be back and forth for a while trying to collect all of you like bugs

[ronanlynchgender]

Season 6❤️🚨🚒🚑

The Beginning…

…and the end❤️

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BUDDIE + text posts (insp)

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I’m 33, learning how to code so I can write css to get the exact right text box I want in my ao3 fic that approximately 200 people will see, ama

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call me stupid but i love to see the story unfold i love to be surprised i love to be excited about it i love to stay up late to watch the new episode of a show that's still not done telling its story. call me naive but i trust the people who created the characters i love to take them wherever they need to be taken and to say whatever it is they have to say. call me an idiot but how about giving the story its space to grow!!!!!!

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seven sentence sunday!

thanks for tagging me @alyxmastershipper and @heartbeatdiaz!! ok the premise is that instagram makes a new feature where you can make multiple close friends lists. this was based on a dream I had about oliver stark do not worry abt it!!

A new feature, apparently, was the option to customize the list title, and he took a minute before letting out a chagrined chuckle. 

Close friends that you lowkey want to fuck, but in a totally platonic way 

“Gotta keep laughing to keep from crying,” Buck muttered to himself, before selecting the profiles to add to the list. He scrolled down to only one, edd1e642, and selected it. Before he could talk himself out of it, he found a more recent selfie from the station gym. Eddie had walked in when he was taking it and immediately started ribbing Buck. Buck was still flexing in the photo, but his eyes were crinkled in laughter, his gaze aimed off screen towards Eddie, fondness in every line of his face. He hit post.

tagging @heavensenthale for helping me choose eddie’s handle <3

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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @heartbeatdiaz and @spotsandsocks

Thank you my darlings! 💖

Here's a snippet from the fuck nasty fic with evil!buck (at this point I don't think I even want a title for this 😆)

Buck’s hips fit perfectly within Eddie’s, like they are two puzzle pieces slotting into place.

Eddie wants to feel every edge of Buck digging into him. He wants to be plastered to Buck’s skin and become as permanent a mark on him as the tattoos scattered across Buck’s arms and chest.

Eddie fists his hands into the white coat, his breath hiccuping in his throat as Buck swivels his hips and grinds their dicks together in a sweet, delicious, filthy slide.

“Please,” Eddie gasps, not entirely sure what exactly he is begging for. All he knows is that he wants more. He needs more.

Buck nips at the hinge of his jaw and the sharp bite of it makes his cock twitch. “Look at you,” Buck coos low and dark in Eddie’s ear. “Plastering yourself against me. Whining and writhing and begging for it. How bad do you want it, huh?”

Unintelligible mumbles spew from Eddie’s mouth. He isn’t exactly capable of coherent thought right now and the fucker knows that.

Eddie can feel Buck’s delight, like bottled starlight pouring slow and syrupy out of Buck’s body into Eddie’s.

Tagging @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @rogerzsteven @ajunerose @messyhairdiaz @sibylsleaves @eddiesbleps @monsterrae1 @lostinabuddiehaze @prettyboybuckley @loveyourownsmiilee @fatedbuddie @jobairdxx @dickley-buddie @buckleysbee @buddierights @ronanlynchgender and anyone else who wants to share!

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess thanks for the tag, babe!

this is way more than seven sentences but oh well. enjoy a snippet from the therapy fic <3

Biting down on his lower lip, Eddie inwardly curses himself and dials Buck's number. "Eddie?" Eddie covers the bottom half of the phone and lets out a shaky exhale. God. He needs to get it fucking together. But one word from Buck, Eddie's name falling from his lips, is enough to almost break him. "Eddie, are you okay?" Eddie can hear the rumble of the sheets being pulled out and Buck getting out of bed frantically. "Is Chris—?" "I'm okay." He sighs, closing his eyes and resting his head against the bed, the floor cold and hard under him but grounding him to reality. "I'm okay. I just— I'm sorry. It's late and you probably were sleeping— Fuck. Buck, I'm so sorry—" "Hey, hey. It's okay." The blonde reassures him over the phone. "I know… I know our relationship isn't the best right now, but you can always call me, Eds. Always." Eddie nods, even if he knows Buck can't see him, and takes a deep breath. There's a beat of silence and then, "You almost died today." He blurts out. The nightmare that woke him so abruptly replaying in his mind like the most awful of horror movies. "You almost died. Again." "Eddie—" "And I woke up, and I just— Buck, I needed to make sure you were okay. And it's stupid and I shouldn't have called, but—" Eddie rubs at his face with his free hand, trying to pull himself together and miserably failing at it. "These nightmares won't leave me alone, you know?" "What are they about?" Buck asks in a whisper, voice small and barely there. "The nightmares?" Eddie sighs, making a face. "I don't know. They're never really the same, you know? I stopped having dreams about Afghanistan a few years ago, sometimes they come back but they're rare. Then… after Shannon died and the ladder truck, I couldn't sleep for weeks without waking up in a cold sweat. The tsunami also didn't help." Eddie lets out a bitter chuckle. "You- you had nightmares about the ladder truck? Ab- about me?" "Yeah." Eddie lets out a shaky breath. "And after the lightning struck, too. I— I don't want to lose you, Buck. I don't want to ever lose you." "I'm sorry." Eddie smiles, sad and bitter. "It's not your fault." He whispers on the phone, wishing Buck were there in front of him so he could reach out and touch him, reassure himself that Buck is real and alive. "Just— don't go falling into any comas again, alright? I don't think I can handle that again." Buck chuckles, tired and hollow. "Can't make any promises but I'll try my best."

tagging: @lostinabuddiehaze @monsterrae1 @buddierights @messyhairdiaz @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper @ronanlynchgender @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @bigfootsmom @dickley-buddie @fatedbuddie @bekkachaos @shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @loveyourownsmiilee and anyone else who wants to <333

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alright. I’m getting thousands of porn bots a day, and I’m throwing in the towel. Time for a fresh start

follow me here: comaboybuck

I’m gonna start following everyone there & I’ll be back and forth for a while trying to collect all of you like bugs

[ronanlynchgender]

god gives his toughest battles (trying to find a new hyperfixation meal) to his hungriest soldiers (me)

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FATHER AND SON GOODBYE 😭😭

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ronan feelings?? there are simply so many of them

there ARE simply so many of them, and I have all of them

this is from a nearly-forgotten wip of Ronan having feelings at the Barns, set sometime in cdth after the murder crabs incident. lots of thoughts about how mental health issues can keep you isolated from the people you love

no plot (yet), just feelings. which is v ronan of me tbh

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Bottle!!!!! Episode!!!!!

ahh I'm so excited about this one! weirdly it started as a coma dream episode a couple months ago when I started it, but basically:

the 118 has a 24 hr shift with no calls, so it all takes place at the station. It's structured around Buck playing board games with different people and having a different, important conversation with each person.

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what if at the stupidest fucking time possible I entered my ronsey era