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[beyourownanchor6]

he’s a 10 but… pt. 5 (pt. 4 | pt. 3 | pt. 2 | pt. 1)

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[buddieisgoingcanon25]

SOOOO, I think it might be interesting for us to say which are our favorite BUDDIE fanfics, we can always find recommendations that we didn't know about and that we are missing.

Here some of my favs (AO3):

White House AU Series by buddiebuddie (President!Buck - Secret Service Agent Diaz)

Red Life Might Stream Again by Underhung_Aura (Fantasy)

Scorching Orbits by BlaiddDrwg1982 (Space)

My Sun, My Moon, My Guiding Star by diazs (Space-astronauts)

Let's Write A Happy Ending by mansikka (Eddie has depression)

Without You by autor unknown, orphan_account (based on the movie Sweet Home Alabama)

Thanks for the fanfic recs anon.

[monsterrae1]

Inspiration ✨ Saturday

Tagged by the lovelies @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @jacksadventuresinwriting @swiftiediaz

Here’s a mood board for something that I shouldn’t be working on yet but I can’t get out of my head, Can y’all guess which wips is this?

Tagging if they want to do this;

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[buddieunderratedgem]

Scorching Orbit

Author @blaidddrwg1982

Words: 14.2k

Submitted by @monsterrae1

Summary:

Eddie crossed the room, indicating to Buck to tilt his head so he could inject the anti-radiation meds directly into the jugular vein. Doing them both quickly, he winced in sympathy as Buck flinched when the meds hit his system. Running his hands through Buck’s hair, he smiled softly.

“Now for the sedation.”

Buck nodded his head. Eddie measured out the dose, adjusting for Buck’s size. Attaching the medical monitor that would automate the wake-up sequence, Eddie injected the sedation.

“I’ll uh…I’ll see you when I wake up?”

Eddie’s smile faltered, his eyes threatening to give him away. Leaning forward, Eddie pressed a single kiss to Buck’s lips, allowing himself to enjoy a kiss before the sleeping meds claimed Buck for the next 12 hours. Silent tears rolled down his cheek, interrupting the kiss. Pulling back, Buck’s brow furrowed.

“Eddie…what…what did you….”

The drugs were kicking in, and Buck could barely keep his eyes open.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.”

[hotshotsxyz]

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where else but here, who else but us?

(8x06 coda) (buddie) (986 words)

Eddie wakes to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing, and for the first time in maybe his entire life, he lets himself luxuriate in it. If he’d actually made it to bed last night, he might even go back to sleep.

He stands and stretches, then shivers a little bit as the cool morning air tickles his bare thighs. Eddie grins. He just—

He did something for himself, and the world didn’t end. He did something for himself, and not only did the world not end, it got a little bit bigger and a little bit brighter. He did something for himself and Buck showed up, and that joy he was feeling burned a little bit hotter.

Eddie scoops his phone up off the floor and finds that it’s completely out of juice. He huffs a soft laugh and plugs it in. It’s a silly thought, but—Eddie can’t remember the last time his phone died. How could it, when he’s been so damn determined to avoid anything that might bring him a little joy. Hell, he hasn’t even been letting himself text Buck unless Buck texts him first.

He pads down the hall and into his bedroom and pulls on the softest pair of sweats he owns. He changes into an old, threadbare t-shirt, leans against the wall and exhales.

In his kitchen, Buck is making breakfast. In Texas, Christopher is safe and probably still asleep, and that’s a whole lot more than Eddie’s been letting himself acknowledge.  Here in LA, Eddie is alive and healthy and, if the priest that was maybe hitting on him is to be believed, allowed to forgive himself. He’s not there yet, but he can let himself join Buck in the kitchen.

On his way, Eddie makes a pit stop in the living room. His phone, up to an impressive 8% battery, has already reconnected to the Bluetooth speaker that’s tucked behind one of the photos on the mantle. He queues up a playlist that he and Buck have been curating together for years. Soft music fills the room and Eddie kind of wants to cry.

This is what he’s been denying himself. Easy mornings and raucous evenings and his best friend filling all the empty spaces he’s always been too afraid to try to fill himself. Eddie walks into the kitchen and finds Buck already looking for him.

“Morning,” Buck says, a little rough, like it’s the first word he’s said today. It probably is.

“Hey,” Eddie replies. He steps into Buck’s space and pulls him into a hug, just because he wants to. He feels Buck exhale and melt into him. “You okay?” he asks softly.

Buck pulls back from Eddie’s embrace and bites his lip. “I, uh—honestly?”

Eddie nods.

“I don’t really know,” Buck admits. “I think I just—or, I thought—I don’t know.” He lets out a frustrated huff.  

Eddie slides his hand down Buck’s arm until his fingers are circling Buck’s wrist. “You don’t have to,” he offers.

Buck’s head tips to the side. “You seem different,” he observes quietly.

“I am, I think,” Eddie says.

“What does that mean?” Buck asks

Eddie considers for a moment. “I think I’m just… ready to let some things go,” he says. “Maybe let some new things in.”

Buck smiles, small but genuine. “That’s—I’m glad.”

“Me too.” It’s incredible, but Eddie’s pretty sure he actually means it.

Buck’s gaze slides away from Eddie and hits the floor. “I, um. Me and Tommy. We—or, he—he broke up with me,” he says.

Something clenches in Eddie’s chest. “Then he’s an idiot,” he says.

“Maybe,” Buck says with a kind of hopeless shrug.

“He is,” Eddie says with conviction. “You’re—“ Sunshine. Joy. Perfect. Everything. He lets go of Buck’s wrist and twists their fingers together. “You’re the best person I know,” he says. “If Tommy couldn’t see that, that’s on him.”

Buck blows a disbelieving breath out through his nose. “He said I was going to break his heart.”

“Getting his heart broken by you would be a privilege,” Eddie replies before he can think better of it.

Buck lets out a pained noise. “But I wouldn’t—or, I didn’t want—” He cuts himself off with a frown. He looks up through his lashes and Eddie and Eddie—

Oh, Eddie wants.

“Anyone who’s lucky enough to be loved by you, even for a second, should know it’d be worth it,” he says.

“Eds,” Buck breathes.

“I mean it,” Eddie says, squeezing his hand. “And if you don’t, I’ll believe it enough for both of us.”

Buck laughs wetly. “You make it hard for a guy to wallow in a breakup, you know that?”

Eddie grins. “Good.” He steps back, tugging Buck’s wrist as he goes. “Come here,” he says, and Buck follows easily.

The coffee and bacon are quickly cooling on the counter, but there’s music in the air and Buck’s in his arms and Eddie’s pretty sure he wants to kiss his best friend. And he thinks that might even be a good thing.

“Eddie, what?” Buck asks breathlessly as Eddie puts a hand on his waist and spins them both.

“We’re dancing,” Eddie says, smiling.

“O-okay,” Buck says, clumsily following his lead.

Eddie can’t help the laugh that bubbles from his chest. A small grin spreads across Buck’s face.

“Maybe I would have,” Buck murmurs quietly.

“What?” Eddie asks, spinning him again, just because he can.

“Broken his heart.”

Warmth spreads from Eddie’s chest to his fingertips. “Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.

Buck hums but doesn’t clarify further. Eddie, though, Eddie’s pretty sure he gets it.

He and Buck—well. It’s hard to imagine a world where they don’t choose each other, over and over and over again. It’s them. How could they ever end up anywhere but here?

Eddie wants. He tightens his grip on Buck and keeps dancing.

[buckleys-diaz]

⁠—River Tam, Serenity

↳ requested by @blaidddrwg1982 

[gra-sonas]

Tagged by my boo @blaidddrwg1982, thank you kindly, sir ❤️ Tagging everyone who’s in the mood to do this. 🙌

Name: I go by grasonas everywhere

Star sign: ♑️

Height: 1,74m/5'7

Time: 10:30 am CEST

Birthday: I’m a winter baby

Favorite band/artist: all time favorite band: a-ha, otherwise there are sooo many pop/rock artists/bands I like, it’s hard to pick one tbh. I’m also a huge fan of classical music, Bach and Mozart being among my favorites

Last movie: The Gray Man on TV, Elvis at the cinema

Last show: Hearstopper every day (yep, 3 months later and I’m still watching it on a daily basis), recently I also watched Stranger Things S4 and Virgin River S4

When did I create this blog: May 2019 iirc. My initial blog (grasonas without the hyphen) was established in 2011 tho, but I lost it in the Great Tumblr Purge 2K18 🥺😭 (still not over it tbh)

What I post: mainly RNM/Malex/Vlamburn etc, occasionally Hoechlin (❤️‍🔥). I’m waiting for RNM to be over (😔) before I post about other stuff. My Drafts are filled to the brim with Heartstopper posts, so that might be more prominent come September. 🍂

Last thing I googled: I don’t google, I DuckDuckGo (fantastic search engine that won’t track your every move, f*ck Google ☺️) and I looked up what 1,74m is in feet 🤪

Other blogs: I have the attention span of a gnat, I couldn’t handle a sideblog. We post everything on main in this house ✌️

Do I get asks: I do, and it’s one of my favorite things. Shoutout to all my lovely nonnies 💕

Following: around 60 or so

Average hours of sleep: 5-7 (7 is the goal, most nights it’s between 6-7, that’s way up from ~5 hrs I used to get for years tho, so that’s progress)

Instruments: piano and English flute (I haven’t played either in years tho)

What I’m wearing: it’s a t-shirt & sweatpants kind of day

Dream job: one that gives me purpose, makes me happy, and pays well 🤡

Dream trip: PATAGONIA 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Nationality: German (with Viking ancestry 😋)

Favorite songs: there are currently 446 songs saved in my Favorite Tracks, and that’s just favorites from the past year or so, can’t list them all 😵‍💫 My all time favorite is Take On Me (a-ha forever 💕)

Last book I read: recently re-read RWRB, so pumped for the movie!!! I mostly (almost exclusively) read fanfic otherwise

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in:

1/ the one where our poor planet doesn’t burn to a crisp bc of corporate greed, and those least responsible have to suffer the most severe consequences

2/ the one where queer people are allowed to just be and don’t have to fight for equality/basic human rights on a daily basis (let alone fear for their lives if the wrong people found out)

3/ the one where people with uteruses have the bodily autonomy to decide what’s best for their life/health, and people get paid equally

Bonus universe: the one where white/rich/conservative assholes don’t ruin it for everyone else (I guess that’s just universes 1-3 combined 🙃)

(Also, the Heartstopper Universe, I’d like to find the Charlie Spring to my Nick Nelson, pls 🥺)

[imtheiliad]

Wee Woo Show Asks:

62 & 69

62. Most WTF?! moment?

In the moment? Watching the last 3 minutes of 413 live. Nothing will ever compare. It was truly unreal.

69. Answered

Weewoo show asks

[capseycartwright]

Favourite carb?

i’m a rice girlie it’s the BEST she’s diverse she’s delicious you can never go wrong with rice i could eat it every day

ask me things you’re curious about

[fcntasmas-archive]

I just read your fic and I am shaking. That was amazing. My heart…it just wasn’t ready for it. I left you a novel on AO3, but I just have to say, you have made an amazing story. Thank you so very very much for sharing it with us. I’m in tears. Absolutely in tears.

I NEVER KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THESE BECAUSE LIKE. i'm so sorry you're in tears but i'm so grateful that you found enjoyment in my story and that you took the time to tell me so i'm a mess ok thank you ilysm you're so so kind <333

[kodzuken]

Read the transit AU.

Ahem.

IT IS SO AMAZING YOU ARE SO AMAZING YOU AMAZING AMAZING PERSON YOU DESERVE ALL GOOD THINGS.

ahhh thank you sm!! i’m so glad you enjoyed it 💞💞

[beyourownanchor6]

hostage—billie eilish

'but nothing hurts when i'm alone

when you're with me and we're alone

and let me crawl inside your veins

just let me hold you

hold you like a hostage'

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[incorrectroswellnm]

Michael: My kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say.

Isobel: Too unrealistic.

Isobel: Settle for bondage like the rest of us.

[monsterrae1]

12 days of fandom joy

Created by @mostlyinthemorning

Rules: everyday for 12 days in December, choose a fandom work from any fandom from 2023 that you loved. It can be anything you like (a gifset, a drabble, fanart, a fic or just a post that made you laugh) Reblog the post and add comment or tags about why you love it. Tag your post with #12 days of fandom

✨day 4✨

Bet on it

By @honestlydarkprincess | explicit | 4K

“I’m just saying, out of the two of us I think I could last longer without sex,” Buck shrugged, a cocky smirk on his lips.

They were all hanging out in the loft as they waited for the last bit of their shift to end, they hadn’t gotten any calls for the last two hours so they were relaxing when Chimney had mentioned how he was going to attempt to grow a beard for November. Somehow that had then gotten them on the topic of No Nut November and Buck had piped up.

Eddie looked at his boyfriend in disbelief. “You absolutely could not last longer than me,” He said, shaking his head and chuckling. Their relationship was relatively new— they had only been out to the team for a few weeks and Eddie was so grateful he didn’t have to keep them a secret anymore. That being said, he hadn’t anticipated that Buck would bring up their sex life in front of the team and he felt the tips of his ears burning. Hopefully Buck would drop it. Hen, Chimney, Ravi, and Bobby were all looking at them in amusement but Eddie still wanted to disappear.

Or, the one where newly together Buck and Eddie make a bet to see who can last longer without sex. The bet lasts one day.

♥️💚 Jess gave it their all to their kinktober fics this year and they were all amazing!! This one specially I love cause it has some of my favorite kinks 💚♥️

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[tripleaxeldiaz]

If you were to throw any vegetable at the last teacher you hated, what subject did they teach, and what vegetable would it be.

1000% mr davis my 8th grade social studies teacher, and i would use beets because they smell horrid and they STAIN 😈😈😈 he was such a douche he deserves it

[hotshotsxyz]

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they don't call it texas hold'em for nothing

(buddie) (1.6k) (6b spec) of course i wrote poker date spec, would you expect anything less of me?

The thing that Buck forgot to consider when he agreed to Bobby’s undercover scheme is that he really, really sucks at poker. 

As in, down to three chips after as many hands sucks at poker. 

“Guess I’m all in,” Buck jokes, placing his chips in the center of the table as the blind bet. 

The woman opposite him fixes Buck with an unimpressed look. 

Eddie, sitting next to him, snorts. Buck kicks him under the table. 

The dealer slings out two cards to each of them. Buck lifts the corners of his for a peek and–

Fuck. 

A two of hearts and a six of spades. 

The bet goes around the table until it reaches Eddie, who glances at his cards, gives Buck an unreadable look, and doubles the bet. 

The betting continues, the face up community cards are dealt, and sure enough, Buck’s fucked. His best hand is a pair of sixes, and with all but one player still in the game, he doubts that’ll win him shit. 

“Call,” Eddie says, tapping the table, and the round is over. 

Buck turns his cards over and the woman across from him snorts derisively, then flips her cards to reveal three queens. No one else at the table has her beat. No one except–

Eddie smiles innocently and drops his hand on the table, revealing a flush. “Sorry,” he says, sounding anything but. 

Buck wants to rib him, maybe lean a little dramatically into his loss, but tonight he and Eddie are strangers, and Buck no longer has a reason to be at the table. He pushes his chair back and stands. “It’s been fun,” he begins, “but–”

“You can’t leave now,” Eddie interrupts. He tilts his chin up to look directly at Buck and smirks. 

Buck tries not to let the confusion show on his face. “My, uh– my last three chips just joined your pile,” he says with a meaningful glance. 

“Of course they did. Sweetheart, you’re my good luck charm.”

It takes Buck a full fifteen seconds to pick his jaw up off the ground and try to respond. “Uh– well I–”

“C’mon,” Eddie says– no, practically purrs, “I’ll buy you a drink if you agree to stay.”

The back of Buck’s neck flushes warm and pink, but he sits back down and drags his chair a little closer to Eddie’s. “I’d be an idiot to say no to that,” he murmurs, and it feels just a little bit too true. 

Eddie slings an arm around Buck and turns his attention back to the dealer who’s been watching them with a bemused expression. “So,” he asks, “are we playing or not?”

…

Eddie’s an idiot. 

An absolute fucking idiot, for more reasons than one, but the biggest reason is currently leaning into his personal space drinking a tonic water that’s been dressed to appear alcoholic. 

Every time Eddie looks over, Buck’s watching him. And every time Eddie looks away, he can’t keep himself from looking right back. 

He’s going to start losing soon, which is going to defeat the entire point of their ruse. 

He needs a second to breathe. 

Eddie pulls a black card from his jacket and presses it into Buck’s hand, careful to conceal that it’s actually a gift card they’d purchased a few hours ago specifically for the purpose of pantomiming wealth. 

“Go get us a couple of drinks, will you?” he says with a wink. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

Buck shoots him a playful glare, an expression so small that no one else could possibly have caught it. He gets up from his chair and trails his fingers across Eddie’s shoulders and leans down to whisper in his ear. 

“You got it, asshole,” Buck says.

Eddie swears he can hear Buck’s smirk. 

The thing that Eddie forgot to consider when he agreed to Bobby’s undercover scheme is that he’s recently come to the conclusion that he’s been looking for love in all the wrong places, and that the right place has maybe been right in front of him the entire time. And the thing about that is, Eddie’s not ready to deal with it yet. 

He’s not ready to deal with it, but apparently he is just about ready to pull Buck into his lap and press his lips against the skin of his neck, because he has to forcibly restrain himself from doing just that when Buck returns with their drinks. 

“I’ll raise,” Eddie says distractedly, pushing a number of chips that he doesn’t bother to count into the center of the table. 

“Call,” the woman across from Buck says. 

Buck sets their drinks on the table, then leans into Eddie’s space until his lips brush against Eddie’s ear. 

“Our new friend is sitting at the bar,” he whispers. 

Eddie fails to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine. He’s so fucked. 

…

Whatever game it is they’re playing, Buck’s pretty sure he doesn’t want it to end. 

Which is a little concerning, because Eddie’s one of the most important people in his life, maybe the most important, and he really doesn’t need to go fucking that up because he’s feeling horny. 

Still, he can’t help the thrill that runs through him when he feels Eddie shiver. 

Buck leans back in his seat and tries to watch the game, but quickly becomes distracted watching Eddie instead. 

When he has a particularly good hand, his lips press together and his fingers slide ever so slightly up and down Buck’s bicep. When he’s trying to bluff his way out of losing, Eddie’s knee knocks against Buck’s, but his face doesn’t move a millimeter. When he’s trying to read another player, the corner of his lips twitches up in a way that’s starting to drive Buck just a little bit crazy. 

They’re gathering intel, not on a date. Buck has to remember that. 

Eddie glances at him and for a split second; his expression goes soft.

Buck swallows hard.

…

Eddie finishes the hand then stands, pulling Buck up with him.

“I think it’s about time we go celebrate, don’t you think?” he says as suggestively as he can manage without sending himself into a tailspin. 

Buck ducks his head and smiles. “Buy me another drink and we’ll see where it goes,” he says. 

“That can be arranged,” Eddie replies, doing his best not to choke on his own tongue. 

They’ve got a job to do. The only reason Buck’s flirting with him is to keep their cover. It’s not real. Eddie just has to remember it’s not real. 

…

It’s not a date, but if Eddie keeps looking at him like that, it’s sure as hell going to end like one. 

The worst part is, it’s not the heated looks or the whisper soft touches that are getting him anymore. No, Buck knows those are for show. It’s the warm smile Eddie keeps turning in his direction when no one seems to be looking. It’s the hand at his elbow that seems to be asking if he’s still okay with everything that’s happening. 

It’s the Eddie of it all, and Buck’s starting to realize that he doesn’t just want to sleep with his best friend. 

And that’s a problem, because he knows that for Eddie, this is all just an act. 

It’s all just an act until they reach the bar and Eddie’s eyes go wide. 

“Oh, fuck,” he says, and before Buck knows it, Eddie’s lips are on his and the entire world has frozen on its axis. 

…

The fucking bartender. It had to be this fucking bartender, the asshole he went out on a date with two weeks ago, then promptly ghosted because he was pretentious as fuck and Eddie had neither the time nor the energy to let him down gently. 

He wouldn’t shut up about Eddie’s job during the date, and Eddie just knows he’ll blow their cover if he realizes who he’s about to serve. 

So Eddie does the only thing he can think of, which, incidentally, is also the stupidest thing he’s ever thought of. 

He kisses Buck. 

Eddie kisses Buck and he’s pretty sure he’s never going to be able to kiss anyone else again. 

…

Eddie kisses him, and when Buck’s brain finally catches up, he kisses back like his life depends on it. 

Hell, maybe it does. The people they’re here to spy on are dangerous, and it’s not like Eddie’s kissing him for no reason. 

Buck wishes it was for no reason. 

He fists his hands in Eddie’s jacket and deepens the kiss. If this is the only time he’s ever going to get this, he’s not letting it go to waste. 

…

After what feels like forever and not nearly long enough, Eddie breaks the kiss, panting. He glances towards the bar and sees that the bartender is now focused on several patrons at the other end, giving them plenty of time to make themselves scarce. 

“What was that for?” Buck whispers, just as out of breath as Eddie. 

“The uh– I know the bartender,” Eddie replies. “Sorry about that.”

He’s not sorry at all, actually. 

“Oh,” Buck says, in a tone Eddie can’t read at all. “Okay, so–”

“Back to the mission,” Eddie says. 

Buck swallows and nods. “Right, yeah.”

Eddie has to turn away, because if he spends another second looking at Buck he’s going to do something supremely idiotic, something like kiss him a second time, except this time there won’t be a convenient bartender to excuse his actions. 

Eddie’s in love with his best friend. He’s so fucked. 

…

Eddie turns away and Buck closes his eyes. That kiss��� whatever Buck thought he knew about their relationship has gone out the window. 

Buck’s in love with his best friend. He’s so fucked.