#Buck Ball

[tackelsholocron]

Halo 3: ODST

[hogans-heroes]

Can’t stop thinking about Gale getting a letter from Marge in the stalag saying she knows his real feelings about Bucky and she cares about Gale’s happiness and knows he won’t be really happy with her, he needs John. She says she’s going to let him go and she’ll always love him etc., but Gale feels like he’s losing her because he really did love her and he had that security, he couldn’t have John but at least he had her. Now he’s alone in this hell and John will never know and eventually leave, what does Gale have left?

He’s sitting outside against the wall with his knees up, head buried in his arms in silent tears because now what? Marge is gone and if John ever found out about Gale’s feelings he’d lose him too.

Of course John finds him eventually and is shocked because he’s never seen Gale cry, he knew Gale got a letter and demands to know what happened but Gale shakes his head and won’t show him the letter. He tells John that Marge broke up with him and John is horrified and pissed that she would do such a thing but Gale makes weak excuses and says it’s his fault and still hides the letter, but John is good at being a brat and has no qualms being mean lately so he snatches the letter, knowing it has something to do with this. He reads it, still angry, then confused, then aching for Gale because of course he’s loved Gale for forever, and Gale is now crying in earnest, still silent, because he’s gone and lost John now and maybe that fence does look good…

John puts his arms around Gale. He doesn’t know what to say but somehow he makes him understand he feels the same and that Marge hasn’t abandoned him.

[caroandcats]

This fucking sucks so bad, I need to [remembers suicide jokes do nothing for my mental health and wellbeing, make people uncomfortable, and only give me temporary satisfaction] order a basketball on amazon prime.

[i-dont-even-know-anymore976]

I need a monster truck accident in S8

Specifically, I need Buck to mention that Tommy is taking him to a monster truck show and for no one to think much of it apart from them going on another date.

Only for it to cut to said date and Eddie is also there (because they're both his friends, and he's going through a tough time, and they're worried about him, and it's a good way to get him out of his echoingly empty house) and it is not immediately clear whether this is still a date or not.

But then something goes wrong. 9-1-1 gets called. Hen and Chimney are working while the others aren't for some reason??? (gerard fucking with them??? idc they're just working while the others arent, maybe bobby is too??? idk)

Anyway, it cuts to Chim and Hen walking into the accident only to find it already being perfectly managed by Buck, Tommy, and Eddie. There's triage going, fire's being put out, everything is under control - and they're watching this all in slo-mo.

This strange, apparently three-way, date they've walked in on and it just cuts back to Hen repeatedly hitting Chim's arm as is in to say "Look!!!!! They've found their equally weird third!!!"

[0starmuncher0]

WHAT THE SPRUCE IS WRONG WITH THE WIKI

[introspectivememories]

"evan, i find you adorable". adorable as in able to be adored. as in capable of being adored. as in i find you worthy of adoration. adorable, from the latin adorare (to worship) to adorabilis (in the sense 'worthy of divine worship') to the current day adorable. as in maybe if we had made it to the movies or if eddie didn't show up, i could've showed you just how much i want to worship you. as in i look at you and there is a font of adoration in my heart for you. adorable as in i flew into a hurricane with you and yet this date is a thousand times more thrilling than that. adorable as in there is a person in your building who saw me jump up and down like a little kid in the lobby after i had kissed you for the first time. adorable as in i kissed you and immediately thought fuck i could do this forever if he lets me. adorable as in i want to press kisses to your birthmark. adorable as in i spent the entirety of the days leading up to our date wondering about you, if you liked your coffee with two sugars or one. if you liked storms or if the lightning strike had put you off on them all together. if you liked cats or dogs or if you were the kind of weirdo who liked goats instead. if you thought about the kiss as often as i did. if your stomach tangled into twisted knots as saturday drew closer. if you would be agreeable to sitting in my lap. if you would blush as prettily as you did the day i kissed you. if your world also realigned when our lips met. if our orbits had matched up now that we flew into a hurricane together. if the gravitational pull between us had finally been too strong for either of us to resist that night in your loft. or maybe, more simply, adorable as in, "evan, i find you adorable."

[lazybakerart]

i just think it'd be fun to have josh be annoyed with chimney for having a hot gay pilot in his back pocket this entire time.

[brotherwtf]

So I read @stereobone wartime drag au (losing my mind, by the way) and it got me thinking about a modern mota au where Gale is a drag queen at the club where John is a go-go dancer

A little drabble below the cut

John really needed a job. At this point, he was willing to do anything for some money, but he never suspected that Curt would come to him with a go-go dancing position at a nearby club. John was hesitant at first; he didn't know much about the club scene or dancing in general. Curt reassured him, though, that the dancers and the "girls" would help him feel more comfortable and make him feel at home.

John's first couple of days dancing were not... uncomfortable, but were enjoyable and fun at the end of the night. The tips, and the drinks, were flowing and John would feel emboldened more and more at the end of each night. The other go-go dancers, Douglass, Hambone, and Demarco, quickly accepted John as a dancer and started cracking jokes with him. Everyone, including Curt, kept mentioning "the girls" when talking to John about advice, but every time he just laughs along like he understands. There were no female go-go dancers at this club, at least that John knew about, so he just pretended to know what was going on when the other dancers mentioned them.

One night, the club was buzzing more than usual, and the dancers were kicked out of the large dressing room they usually occupied. John started to fuss, complaining that his pre-show ritual was ruined (AKA drinking four shots and flirting with anyone with a pulse) and that he wouldn't get as many tips as usual. Douglass overhears his whining and laughs out loud.

"Don't expect that many tips tonight. It's all going towards the girls,"

John finally snaps, frustrated that he still doesn't understand these mysterious "girls" everyone was talking about.

"Who are 'the girls'! Jesus, all I hear about is how amazing they are and I don't fucking know who they are!"

The dancers in the dressing room look at John almost incredulously. Hambone is the first to break and burst out laughing.

"Come on, Bucky. It ain't that serious. There's a big drag show every Saturday, and we call them 'the girls'. You'll meet them tonight,"

John shifts in his chair and shrugs his shoulders dejectedly. He's ashamed he didn't suspect that drag queens would frequent a gay club; he's seen some patrons in drag before. He just never suspected that the spotlight would be off of him.

----

John danced like he normally did that night, not wanting to let "the girls" distract him. He didn't really know what to expect when it came to the drag show; he had never been a part of the club scene before he was thrown into it as a dancer. After the first number of flipping and splitting to high energy songs, John found he was able to tune it out easily enough. After the fourth girl threw herself off the stage into the crowd, John rolled his eyes and kept up with his routine.

During the break after a particularly violent lip sync, John is too busy grabbing the tips by his feet that he barely notices the lights dimming on the stage. He notices when he stands up to start his routine again that the music has slowed to something sultry and sensual. It grabs his attention and he turns towards the stage. The other dancers in the club have stopped dancing, and John notices that they're all turned to the stage, also entranced by the sudden change in energy.

The red curtains are closed and a long, pale, leg shoots between the fold and a slender, nailed hand delicately traces the length of it. The music crescendos and the curtain is thrown open by a queen that John is almost immediately entranced by. They have long, slender legs, that they peek out from behind a silk white robe. Their makeup is demure, but John can still call it sexy, with bright blue eyes that pierce through the crowd. It didn't look like they were wearing a wig; their soft blonde curls gently falling over their forehead.

John cannot take his eyes off of the performer and ignores the shiny grin that Hambone throws him from his dancing podium.

The music is sexy and makes something stir deep in John's stomach. The queen's piercing eyes roam the crowd and land on John, winking and keeping their gaze trained on John's face. The music slows and they throw the silk robe they're wearing towards John and it lands at his feet. He takes it in his hands and the queen keeps their eyes trained on him as they walk down the stage stairs towards John. The robe reveals a stoned bodice that show off the queen's legs and arms. They're obviously feminine, but have the strength and masculinity that intrigues John.

The queen stops in front of John's dancing podium, extending a slender hand towards him in an invitation to pull them up. John obliges, bringing the slender queen up to the narrow podium and pulling them against his chest. The queen gracefully pulls a bill from John's back pocket and places it between his teeth. They take John's hands and place it on the back of their bodice.

"Why don't you take it off of me, honey?" They ask, voice uncharacteristically low and husky.

John almost gasps, taking the dainty zipper in his hands and pulling it downward. The bodice falls to the floor, and reveals a thin, slender body with a white panty hugging their slim waist. The queen leans in towards John's face and he holds his breath, thinking that they're going to kiss him. They demurely grab the bill in between John's teeth with their own front teeth, taking it into their mouth. A similar feeling stirs in his stomach as the music finally slows to stop and the queen turns to the audience and poses against John like he's part of the scenery.

The audience cheers raucously as the host comes back on the stage and announces the next performer. The queen looks back at them almost nervously, which makes John's stomach turn. After the whole performance, it appears the queen only has the sultry behavior while the music is playing.

John bends down and hands the white robe back to them.

"What's your name, doll?" John asks, purposely grazing his hand against the queen's.

They flush, uncharacteristically, and throw the robe over their shoulders.

"Gale," They say simply.

John chuckles, helping Gale down from the podium.

"Well, Gale, that isn't quite the name for someone as beautiful as you, is it?" He says.

Gale glares at him playfully and still hasn't let go of John's hand.

"Well why don't we go back to my dressing room and talk about names there, huh?" Gale says, the familiar flirtatious tone back in his voice.

He turns and looks over his shoulder, gesturing his head towards a door that exits the club, and John follows him like an infatuated puppy.

[alienoresimagines]

Bucky: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Buck: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

[thisshitisridiculous]

i guess my thing is that buck calling tommy would put them into a cycle. it's essentially what happened after their first date. buck said something impulsive and dumb - tommy decided this isn't a serious option and left - buck calls tommy to apologize and work it out with the goal of dating again. that's exactly what buck would be doing if he called tommy back now. he'd be apologizing for trying to move to fast and be trying to win over a guy who won't commit to something when he sees potential obstacles on the road ahead

and while last time since tommy was worried about buck not being out and ready for a relationship with a guy, buck was able to prove his commitment and desire by coming out to his friends and family. this time tommy is worried about buck not being serious about him in the long term, about buck needing to explore his sexuality outside of their relationship. there's not much buck can do to get tommy to not worry about those things. those are large issues that take time and communication to work through. something tommy walked away from

[diazsdimples]

Several Sentence Sunday!

Tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley and @daffi-990, thanks my loves!!

So I've been informed that the snippets of zoo fic I've been sharing have made it seem like a cute, wholesome trip to the zoo, which it is in part. But it's also just a whole load of Eddie Feeling Things (8k of it so far) as he comes to terms with Christopher growing up and his feelings for Buck. So, having said that, please enjoy a slightly more angsty section of this.

Christopher is growing up. It’s a natural part of life, but a part Eddie has been dreading for years, probably since the day Christopher was born if he’s being honest with himself. His breathing is becoming more difficult, chest tightening as he tries to steady his inhales. “I-I’m gonna go down to the underwater area for a sec, be right back. Make sure Buck doesn’t get into trouble, Chris,” Eddie stammers as he gets up, pushing past Buck and Christopher, and he all but runs down the sloping path, stopping only when he’s in the cool, dark cave under the seating area. The water behind the big, glass windows cast an eerie light, rippling and dancing with the small wavelets of the pool, and it calms Eddie a little, away from the hustle and bustle of the above area. From where he’s standing, he can watch as the mama and baby hippos both wade into the water before the mama hippo tips herself forward, sinking gracefully to the bottom. The baby follows suit, her little legs kicking about as she gets used to the sensation of weightlessness, and she settles on her mother’s back, watching as a shoal of fish swirl around them. Eddie walks forwards and places a hand on the cool glass. Watching the mama and baby interact, the way the baby keeps looking back at her mother for reassurance and the way the mama hippo gazes at her child with a look that could only be love, Eddie flips through all his memories of Christopher, as though watching his past through a Viewfinder. He’s so busy reminiscing that he doesn’t hear the footsteps as someone else enters the cave, until a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around his middle. “You okay?” Buck’s voice murmurs in his ear, lips brushing against the shell and Eddie sinks back with a sigh, letting his whole body relax in Buck’s arms.

tagging @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @puppyboybuckley @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @jesuisici33 @tizniz @wikiangela @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @nmcggg @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @actuallyitsellie @thekristen999

[thelaurenshippen]

ummmmmm I caught up on last night's 911 and.....hello!?!?!?!?!?!? I AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE

[bludhavensbirdboy]

Hi can everyone stop throwing around claims about biphobia and whatever else! You can of course be sad about bucktommy breaking up if you liked the ship but to imply it’s the networks biphobia or some bullshit like that is just insane! Buck is bisexual that’s canon, he doesn’t have to kiss men or be in a relationship with a man to make his sexuality valid in any way and that’s exactly what yous are implying by saying the BT breakup is biphobic! They aren’t erasing bi buck, they aren’t erasing queer characters, they have had queer characters since the start of the show. If they didn’t want buck in a relationship with a man they wouldn’t have done it in the first place! They would have allowed buck to have his bi realisation and not put him in a relationship. The BT breakup is just another plot point that has no sinister reasoning behind it! Yous are acting like in the breakup scene Tommy didn’t say stuff about how this isn’t his last, Tommy was just his first implying there is more relationships to come. There is no erasure happening. To tank reviews of an episode and complain to show runners under the guise of biphobia or interference from show runners/network instead of just saying you wish BT was endgame is insane and everyone needs to take a breather.

[abowlofpetuniasandawhale]

It won’t happen but it would be so funny if Buck is acting weird as hell, not like himself at all, maybe even defending Gerrard (causing the bucktommy conflict) and everyone assumes it’s Gerrard’s terrible influence worming his way into Buck’s head at golf or whatever so they keep trying to like reason with him but actually there’s just a gas leak in the loft that’s been getting progressively worse the whole time

[vgreysoncellars]

WIP Wednesday

work has been wiping the FLOOR with me but I am still squeaking out progress on the authentication Buck POV companion fic. so here's the beginning of that, which might make more sense if you've read authentication.

Unlike the first person Buck dragged to shore, the second surfer is still conscious when he makes it to her, but she's disoriented, yelling and fighting him as he tries to get a grip on her slippery rash guard. The rising wind is strengthening the current, which is carrying them further and further out with every second, and Buck struggles to keep both of their heads above water while not losing his hold on her. The tether on her ankle is still attached to her uselessly dragging surfboard, the line threatening to ensnare Buck's leg as he treads water. He wishes he had a knife, trauma scissors, anything he could use to cut it loose, but of course he's off-duty so he's out here in just board shorts with no gear and no backup, trying to pull an idiot out of a riptide.

"Hey, hey, I got you," Buck says, at least the tenth time he's said something like it, trying to sound calm and in control although he's spitting salt water.

"My brother," the surfer gasps. "My brother, he's--"

"I got him already," Buck says, reassuring. "I got him, it's OK. Come on, hold on to my arm," he says, but she doesn't seem to hear, too frantic, thrashing against him, tangling them in the surfboard's leash. The changing wind sweeps them sideways, out of the rip current but into the path of a white-capped wave, and Buck has just enough time to think, Oh, FUCK, and then, don't let her go, don't let her go, don't let her go don't let her go, and then they're both pulled down, the surfer's scream garbled underwater before it cuts off. Buck's got two hands on her and one leg wrapped up in the board leash and no chance to protect his head as the wave slams him face-first into the rocky sea floor. It's only from adrenaline dulling the pain and sheer stubbornness that he manages to keep his grip tight, his mouth closed, and his eyes open, thrashing his leg loose and kicking for the surface with all his strength, lungs burning.

She's stopped struggling by the time they break the surface, which is overall a bad sign, but at least Buck is finally able to grab her ankle and undo the board strap so he's not pulling that along too as he tows her to shore, her back against his chest. His head is throbbing, but over the sound of the waves and his panting breath he can hear sirens, close already and getting closer, a beautiful, heartening sound. The flashing lights of an LAFD rig blaze in his peripheral vision as he swims perpendicular to the shoreline, steering them into a weaker current before he can turn for the beach.

"Hey," he tries to yell, as he reaches the shallows and can get his feet under him, but maybe he did inhale some water after all, because his voice comes out in a hoarse wheeze. It's too quiet to get the attention of the knot of people up the beach, gathered around where Buck had left the first person he rescued, and the firefighters and paramedics are just pulling into the parking lot, too far away to help him yet. His whole body burns with exhaustion but he forces himself to keep going, pulling on some deep reserve to scoop the surfer into his arms and carry her the rest of the way out of the water, staggering as the surf drags at his ankles.

"Hey," he tries again, managing to get some breath behind it. "I need help over here," and now heads are turning his way, some of the bystanders at the other scene breaking off and coming towards him as he gives up on forward motion and drops to his knees on the sand.

As he lets himself fall, he sees Kevin staring at him from the crowd, looking stricken, eyes huge and face pale under his tan. But Kevin doesn't come towards him; he doesn't move at all, just keeps standing there, arms at his sides. Then Buck looks away to focus on what he needs to do: lay the patient down, tilt her head back, check her breathing, and then thank fucking god, she retches, coughing, and he helps her roll onto her side as water comes up. Two paramedics with med kits reach them, two firefighters with a backboard on their heels, one of the paramedics saying, "LAFD, we can take it from here," and then a firefighter asking him, "Sir, are you alright?"

Buck has a moment of disorientation to be addressed like a civilian, a split-second flash of his coma dream, and then remembers--right, he's just some guy in a swimsuit. "I'm a firefighter, I'm Evan Buckley from the 118," he says, and then launches into his briefing, scooting back to let the paramedics assess her--"I just pulled her out of the water right now; she was distressed but conscious when I got to her. We got taken under by a wave and she might have inhaled some water while we were down there, not sure, and she was semi-conscious after that."

"Did you know you're bleeding like hell, Buckley?" the firefighter asks him. Her nametag says Rao.

"What? Oh," Buck says, uselessly, touching his forehead where he smashed it on the rocks, fingers coming away red. Not all of the wetness on his face is saltwater, it turns out.

"Here," Rao says, holding a wad of gauze from the medkit up to his head. The paramedics and the other firefighter have the surfer on the backboard and are getting ready to move.

"Thanks," Buck says to Rao. He puts his hand on the gauze to hold it in place. "Listen, I'm fine, really, you know scalp wounds, they always bleed like crazy." He doesn't want her to feel obligated to stay with him when there are people here who actually need help.

"Uh-huh," she says, skeptically. "You take that knock on the head while you were underwater?" Although they don't look anything alike, her expression reminds him so strongly of Chim's this patient is an idiot face that he has a wave of what feels almost like deja vu. Or at least that's what he blames the sudden lurch of dizziness on.

"Um. Yes," Buck admits. He's glad he's sitting down. The adrenaline is leaving him, a tide going out, stripping him down to the detritus underneath, and his hands are starting to shake. Maybe not just his hands. Maybe his whole body. He clenches his teeth and puts more pressure on the wound on his forehead, grounding himself in the pain.

Further up the beach, he can see another team of firefighters and paramedics swiftly crossing the sand with a loaded-down backboard that Buck assumes is the other guy--the brother, Buck thinks. Buck spares a thought to hope he's OK and then mentally hands him off, trusting his colleagues and reminding himself he did all he could, even if that guy's lips were blue when Buck got him ashore.

"Alright," Rao says, and then she's waving over a couple other firefighters and talking into her radio, asking dispatch to send a third ambulance, and Buck thinks, Wait, for who? and then realizes. Right. It's for him.

"I'm really OK," Buck says, as two more firefighters come over, one carrying a medkit and the other pulling on gloves.

"Buckley from the 118," Rao says. "They call you Buck, right?" Buck nods. "Yeah, your reputation precedes you."

Buck squints up at her. "I'm not totally sure what that means."

"It means that, based on the stories I've heard about the 118, I'm pretty sure you would try to walk it off if a shark had taken half your leg," she says, and then, "Thanks," as one of the arriving firefighters hands her a fresh set of gauze. Buck tries to reach for it and gets a glare so fierce he sits back meekly, chastened, and lets her tape it down.

[jaubaius]

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