#buck'd

[willowsfanarts]

I'm okay to never know - latest artwork

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday🎄

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

i wasn't gonna post anything but i wrote quite a lot today and need validation lmao (I think I might be about halfway done but who knows, it always gets away from me haha) today some buckley siblings feels, and hopefully soon ill get to the fluffy christmas part haha

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"(...) I used to make stuff for Maddie, and then when I was older I would save money to buy her something small and mostly symbolic.” he glances at Eddie. There’s a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and sadness on his face. “She made all my Christmases bearable, and after she left-” he stops abruptly and quietly clears his throat. When he speaks again, he doesn’t finish the sentence. Eddie wants to ask, but he figures Buck will share what he’s comfortable sharing, he doesn’t want to push. “But that was the one thing I wanted so badly, more than anything, more than any cool toys or- or anything,” he chuckles again, “and Maddie tried to give it to me, and she got in trouble for it. So after that, I just never asked again.”

“Buck.” Eddie says softly, wishing he could do anything to make it better, to fucking go back in time and give Buck all the Christmases he ever dreamt about.

“But I always wished-” Buck continues, then glances at Eddie nervously. 

“Wished what?” Eddie’s thumb softly swipes along Buck’s neck and jawline, as far as he can reach. He just wants to comfort him somehow, and at the moment this is the only way he knows how, just a comforting touch, being there, listening.

“That one day, when I grew up,” Buck looks down at his lap again, his voice getting even quieter, “I’d have my own family and I’m gonna do matching Christmas sweaters every single year, and take tons of pictures of us all together, and-” he pauses again, and, with a teary laugh, raises his hand to wipe at his eyes. Eddie wants to wrap him in his arms and hold him. (...) “But it doesn’t matter, I don’t-” Buck shakes his head, and leans away from Eddie’s touch. Eddie aches to keep touching him, to reach out and follow, but he respects that clearly that’s not what Buck wants anymore, that’s fine. “I don’t have my own family yet, so it doesn't matter. Let’s just drop it.” he says, tone decisive, face red, eyes glued to the screen again. 

Eddie frowns. What the hell is Buck talking about? He has a family, right here.

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[peri-helia]

Inspired by all the sugar Daddy posts lately. A Buck x Tommy snippet

“Woah, what’re you doing? I can’t justify getting th-“

“Buying it for you?” Tommy asks, gently setting the very shiny and very pretty KitchenAid down into the cart before gently stepping into Buck’s space and bussing a light kiss to his birthmark. Then he turns around and starts pushing the cart off.

Buck stands rooted to the spot, staring incredulously after his boyfriend. They’ve been back together about three weeks and apart from several tearful apologies and the best sex he’s ever had in his life, Buck thought they were tentatively getting back to the new normal of being together. More communication, less big sweeping gestures. Which, uh, buying Buck the KitchenAid just because he said he liked it and he’d battered his old one (pun intended) to death break-up baking, kinda is.

“T-Tommy!”

He jogs after him when Tommy pauses to wait for him, one eyebrow quirked in askance. “Yeah, baby? I’m sorry did you want some of the different accessories too?”

“Wh-no! No, Tommy, you can’t buy that!”

“Why, don’t you like this colour?”

Buck’s about to trip over his own jaw, “No, you can’t buy it because it’s over 700 dollars and I am not letting you drop that amount of dough-“ Tommy snorts appreciatively “on a mixer just because I think it’s pretty! I don’t need you to go out of your way to apologise like this!” 

Tommy’s brow smooths out and there’s a tug of the lips that seems fond and something else – amused? Tommy stretches out a hand to him, which Buck takes immediately. There’s something reverent about the way Tommy touches him, rubbing little circles across his knuckles before bringing Buck’s hand to his lips and kissing.

“But I do” he murmurs against Buck’s skin. Before he can think, Tommy’s tugged him closer and his big, fuck, Buck has missed his hands so much, his hands come to rest on Buck’s hips. “I do need to apologise like this. I want to get you things you like, things you want. So that when look at them or use them you think of me. And one day, when we do m-move in together” Buck goes a little weak at the knees hearing that, the way Tommy hesitates and skips over it, his use of the word ‘when’ rather than ‘if’. That has been a hard conversation that one. One step forward, two steps back. Being apart, so they could together. “We have things that are ours”

“M’ yours’” Buck mumbles happily, tilting forward to capture Tommy’s mouth softly. "Thank you"

"Thank you, Evan."

Because he belongs to Buck, no question. The money is a question because Tommy’s definitely comfortable but he’ll save that for later. Tommy's arms draw around him properly, with a firm squeeze and fuck but Buck'd missed being held like this.

He is going to bake so much.

[shehungthemoon]

Bucktommy Fic prompts: first vacation or snowy cabin vibes

first 118 bbq

Buck rescues a kitten from a tree and keeps it #catdads

Buck telling Tommy he was a sperm donor with zero context like ‘oh yeah biologically I have a kid’ and walking off leaving Tommy like ???

First Christmas together

Idk if it’s your vibe but something relating to the ring cutter?

Babysitting jee

Tommy realising ‘random facts with Buck’ is a thing

Flying lessons

Sorry I have a lot of thoughts and zero ability to write lollll

Oh, anon. I saw "babysitting jee" and could not get the image of Tommy looking at dollar store kids coloring books out of my head. And here we are 🖤

"Are you sure you're okay with it?" Buck asked into his phone, balancing it in between his shoulder and ear as he unpacked his locker for the night. "It's just that Tommy and I don't really get a lot of time to see each other with our schedules and everything, and—"

"Buck," Chim interrupted, "Yes I'm sure. I've known Tommy longer than you have, unless you've somehow forgot that since the last time you begged me for old, embarrassing photos of the man."

"Yeah yeah," Buck mumbled, "I know I know, sorry." Chim made a satisfied hum. Buck finished zipping up his bag. "Bet I know him better though."

Chimney started squawking indignantly over the phone. Buck grinned into his chest.

So, Buck invited Tommy to come babysit Jee with him that night, nervous the whole time he typed the text.

-i know it's not really a great date setting

He typed after he sent the initial message.

-totally ok to say no

He was stupid to be nervous. The reply came almost immediately.

-Are you kidding? I've been waiting to meet that girl ever since Chimney sent me those first pictures.

-Of course I'll be there

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Tommy met him at Buck's door with a sweet grin and a bunch of coloring books in his hand. Buck couldn't do anything but stare at him for a moment and smile back.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Buck wondered if those butterflies in his stomach would ever go away. When Tommy leaned forward and pressed a gentle, quick kiss onto his lips, Buck came to the conclusion that there was no possible way they ever would.

"I brought these," Tommy said as he walked into the apartment, shaking the coloring books in the air and looking just a little bashful about it. "Didn't want to show up empty handed but I figured wine wasn't the right call for the venue."

Buck chuckled and shut the door behind him. "You definitely figured right." He pointed over toward the media area. "Wanna meet the star of the show?"

Tommy grinned. "More excited to see her than you, really."

Buck scoffed with feigned-offense and pinched Tommy's arm before moving his hand to the small of Tommy's back, pressing him gently toward where Jee was set up in front of his couch.

Jee looked up from her toys with wide eyes when they came into view. "Hey hey, princess, I got someone for you to meet!" Buck held his free hand out to point at his boyfriend. "This is Tommy. Tommy, this is Jee-Yun." She kept still in contemplation and made a humming noise up at them.

Tommy crouched down and gave her a little wave, and Buck would have laughed at the sight of such a big man making himself so small if it weren't the most endearing thing he'd seen in ages.

"Hi Jee-Yun. It's really nice to meet you," Tommy said with a quiet voice Buck'd never heard before. Jee just kept staring over at him with blinking, assessing eyes. "I really like your sparkly dress," he continued, and that seemed to do it. Jee broke out into a wide, squinty-eyed smile and let out one of those little kid laughs that melted hearts.

"Sequins," Jee said brightly; or at least tried to say, there was definitely an 's' sound in there somewhere.

The floor became their home for the next few hours, Jee happily adjusting to her new friend and toddling between the two of them, carting markers and dolls and pieces of Goldfish back and forth across the carpet. The two of them got easily talked into playing Barbies for one memorable twenty minute stretch, in which Buck learned quite a few things about Tommy's sense of fashion.

"You can't put those rain boots on Tiffany when she's wearing that dress, they don't go at all," Buck said contemptuously.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Why not? There's yellow in the belt." He squinted and held Tiffany up a little closer to his face. "Sort of."

Buck groaned painfully. "They're way to clunky for that outfit! And it's not even raining, Tommy! Why would she be wearing rain boots?"

Tommy blinked at him for a second before slowly tilting his head up toward the ceiling. Of his very-much-indoors living room. Buck groaned louder.

Jee solved the problem easily by shoving the rain boots onto Tiffany's arms and yelling out Gloves! Buck was a little miffed he didn't think of that first.

Dolls, juice-box breaks, Buck chasing Jee around the first floor making firetruck sounds and sending Tommy into stitches from where he was still sprawled in front of the TV—the evening passed all too quickly and with more laughing than either of them had done in weeks. Which of course meant that by the time that Maddie and Chimney texted that they were going to be heading back soon, both grown men were beyond pooped and covered in more sticky substances than was probably recommended by most health codes. Jee had not decided to take it easy on the new guy, that's for sure.

Buck had handed a squirming Jee over to Tommy a bit ago while he got his niece's stuff all organized back together in her bag. By the time he'd gotten the rest of her leftover snacks out of the fridge and made a passable effort at tidying up the counters, the excitable sounds of Tommy and Jee's earlier conversations had died down and Buck decided it was about time he headed over to check up on them.

He was greeted with the sight of the two of them tucked into the couch, Jee set up on Tommy's lap with one of her new coloring books in her hand and an assortment of markers wedged into the crook of Tommy's bent knee in easy reach beside her. She was quietly and happily plugging away at one of the drawings—a startlingly pink giraffe, Buck thought he could make out—scribbling nonsensically across the page with an intently closed fist. Tommy had an arm resting along one of her sides to keep her from falling off, but the man himself was very much not paying too much attention anymore. His head was lolled back against the cushion, eyelids fluttering as he caught a few needed minutes of rest. Buck wasn't worried; he knew by the way Tommy's finger was still drawing lazy shapes along the frills of Jee's sparkly dress that Tommy'd be awake and aware in an instant if she needed him.

Buck stole a moment to just stand there and watch without either of them noticing. He took it in.

Tommy. His boyfriend. With a baby tucked happy against his chest.

Unbelievably small compared to him yet being held with all the gentleness in the world. His boyfriend and his niece. Both safe and content, on his couch.

Something tugged warm and tight behind Buck's ribs. The feeling almost toppled him over, dragged the breath from his lungs, love, pride, want.

He could have been sick with it.

He quietly padded over and lowered himself onto the cushion next to them before he could get too overwhelmed. He couldn't help himself. He leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss against where he knew Tommy's dimple was, and soon enough felt Tommy's smile underneath his lips.

"You having a good time there, Jee?" Buck asked quietly, pulling back just enough to see her. She twisted around to nod empathetically up at him.

"Uncle Tommy got me a jungle," she said, holding her booklet up with a grin, and Buck let out a surprised noise.

"Uncle Tommy, huh?" He teased, poking Tommy in the ribs and looking at him fondly. Tommy swatted his hand away and then grabbed his fingers before he could retreat too far, and Buck let him tug him in close and rest their now tangled hands against his side. Buck settled in sideways against the back of the couch and tried to push down the fondness bubbling up inside him before it burst.

"She said it earlier," Tommy said, brow furrowed just a bit. Buck wanted to press it out with his thumb. "It felt mean to correct her." Buck just hummed and squeezed his hand until he'd relaxed back into the couch again.

Tommy let him rest his forehead against his shoulder, and the three of them whiled away the next quarter hour laughing at Jee's animal noises and picking crazy colors for tigers and monkeys and toucans.

Maddie and Chimney showed up before for too long, greeting Tommy with just as much warmth as they did Buck, especially after they saw just how adamant Jee was about hanging off of Tommy's calf and not letting him go even in the face of Goldfish bribes.

Maddie and Chimney finally got her detached with the promise of an extra bedtime story, and in a flurry of side-hugs and handshakes and little versions of such for Jee, they said their goodbyes. Tommy waved them out the door with an arm around Buck's shoulders.

They stumbled up to bed that night too tired for much else other than sleep, Buck's heart skipping a beat in his chest every time he caught Tommy's eye or felt him brush against him as they moved around the loft. Tommy's strong arms wrapped around him as they drifted off. Buck pressed himself hard back into Tommy's chest and fell asleep to the feeling of feather-light kisses pressed against the back of his neck and a heart beating alongside his own.

[queenmab126]

100%

I am 100%, a 1000% convinced this was a behind the scenes issue, either clashing between actors or with higher ups or I don't know what but nobody can tell me this storyline made ANY SENSE.

We finally got a LI that couldn't have been more perfect for Buck if they tried - a slightly older, secure person who could make him feel loved, safe, and accepted for who he is and who got his very demanding and high-stakes job and fit perfectly with the most important people in his life. We got Tim literally saying he wanted a person who was already known and not just a random bloke. We got all the bullshit of Buck getting off the hamster's wheel. We got all those scenes of a) Tommy being perfectly integrated in his world and b) Tommy being the most incredible partner ever

And then... they break up? They last less than all the other random LIs Buck'd had so far? Because he needs to... sleep around? At 32 years of age?

Another thing that pisses me off tremendously is HOW they handled it, I would have preferred for Tommy to not return his feeling than to have him say something so valid but for Buck to just stand there silently instead of going ' hey wait a minute. I am a grown ass adult with plenty of relationship experience, I know what I want and it is you' like ANY SANE PERSON would have done.

Also, for the sake of my brain, 6 months with a person at 30plus years of age is NOT a weird timepoint to ask to move in. You've been around the block, you know yourself, you've had relationships before, you know if somebody fits with you or not. It'd have been perfectly reasonable for them to take that step.

So yeah, the only explanation is a behind the scene issue that called for Lou exiciting. Which makes me even sadder because it means we won't be seeing a storyline about Buck trying to get him back after realising how much he wants and misses him.

[piningbuddies]

fuck it friday!

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess and @bigfootsmom mwah!! here's some bucktommy (as is the way of the world):

Buttons pop and scatter across the floor as Buck's shirt is torn open, Tommy's eyes dark and stormy like the night they first met all over again. "God, you're perfect." Tommy sighs, his fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of Buck's neck as he drags him back in for another searing kiss. It's almost frightening, being wanted this much. Tommy looks at him like he's hung the stars in the sky most days, and if it were anyone else, Buck'd be terrified. He's never scared with Tommy, though. A shiver ricochets down Buck's spine at the first slide of Tommy's tongue over his, his dick beginning to harden in his pants as a moan escapes the back of his throat. Tommy's answering chuckle is deep and gravelly and it feels like Buck got struck by lightning all over again, little zaps of electricity making his hair stand on end. "Don't worry, baby." Tommy murmurs as he pulls back, tugging gently at Buck's bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes darkening impossibly as Buck's jaw automatically drops, his teeth scraping along Tommy's thumb. "I always take care of you, don't I?"

i'm not sure who's done this yet so! @buckstommy @bucktommys @lesbiandiaz @gayhoediaz @queerbuckleys @911onabc @canonbibuck @capseycartwright

[disappointmentthemusical]

Eddie was taking his break up with Ana hard.

On one hand, Buck got it. Like, Ana was nice, and she was objectively hot, and she was also the personification of that one Ryan Gosling meme about his sweater being boyfriend material, except her sweater was wife material. She was the definition of perfect.

So Buck understood why Eddie was upset. He saw it as a personal failure – to himself, to Chris, to his parents and society at large – that he managed to fuck up another relationship. This wasn't accurate, of course. Eddie was, like, the best guy ever, and, sure, maybe his relationship with Shannon hadn't been the greatest, but he'd evolved from that place. Fuck what his parents thought. Eddie deserved to be happy.

And Ana didn't make him happy.

That right there was enough, in Buck's mind, to disqualify her entirely. Who cared if she was gone? She didn't make the meals Chris and Eddie liked; she wasn't adventurous, not enough for Eddie (and most certainly not for Chris who would be damned if he didn't at least get to try skateboarding or surfing or rock climbing); she wasn't willing to risk everything – her life, career, status – to make sure the Diaz boys were happy. She wasn't Buck.

And that was the crux of the issue wasn't it?

God, he was such a shitty friend, wasn't he? That as they sat on the couch while Eddie cried into his shoulder, it was all Buck could do not to laugh with relief. Because Ana was gone, and he was still there. He was still there, and he got to hold Eddie as he cried with the knowledge that he would get over this, one day, and Buck would be there the whole way through. He'd be there for the ups and downs and all the vulnerable bits that Eddie showed no one, except for Buck.

"All I want," Eddie said thickly, his voice catching on a shuddering breath, "is a wife; someone to lean on and take care of. Is that so much to ask?"

A wife, a partner, an equal. Buck's heard it again and again, and every time it hurts like a physical blow. Because what's a wife that Buck isn't for Eddie?

They're quite literally partners at work, he cooks meals for Chris and Eddie at least twice a week, and when he's at the house, he cleans and does laundry and helps Chris with his homework. For fuck's sake, the amount of times Chris has slipped up and called him "dad." (And every time, Buck has to take a deep breath to prevent himself from bursting into tears because come on.) He loves the Diaz boys with every inch of his being, and Eddie knows he does. It's, like, a regular topic of conversation among the 118, how Buck should give up on his apartment 'cause he hardly sleeps there anyway in favor of Eddie's shitty fucking couch. Buck could be a good wife to Eddie.

He is a good wife.

But Eddie will never see it, and that knowledge – the knowledge that Eddie is straight and doesn't feel that way about Buck – twists up something mean deep in his chest and weighs like a ton of bricks. He can't breath for how much it fucking hurts. And he can't say anything about it 'cause he can't – won't – risk losing the little that he has.

So this is good enough. This, with Eddie sad, exhausted and half-drunk off top-shelf whiskey that Buck'd been saving, is enough, and Buck will have to be content to love Eddie quietly at his side.

Theirs could have been a could life, he knows. Eddie just never will.

[lonelychicago]

inspiration saturday! 💌🎸

tagged by @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @monsterrae1 and @honestlydarkprincess 💗 thanks lovelies

here's a snippet and a moodboard for my exes to lovers musician buck au (i can't remember if i shared this already bc it's been months but im pretty sure i haven't)

Buck and Eddie broke up on a Tuesday night, because of course they did. 

Buck had been on tour for six months at the time and turns out long distance relationships are way harder than they ever gave them credit for— not to mention the constant scrutiny and rumors they had to deal with. 

Honestly, Buck doesn't blame Eddie at all for finishing things off. Eddie was always too good to be true anyway, and he deserves better than whatever Buck could ever offer. Eddie deserves happiness and he deserves being worshiped and adored… and he deserves peace. Something Buck could never give him, no matter how much he wants to. 

Eddie called him after his last concert in London— it had been almost midnight for Buck but Eddie was just getting out of a shift and the sun was hitting his face in just the right way, making his skin look golden and tanned and so tempting. 

But Buck had immediately known something was wrong by the way Eddie's shoulders had been tense and his lips had been pursed in a fine line. 

"I can't do this anymore." Eddie had said and the wind had been knocked out of Buck in the worst way possible. "I'm sorry."

Eddie's voice had sounded controlled and the man had been avoiding eye contact like the plague. Buck had known right then and there it was over. 

Admittedly, the break up has been hard and he's been heartbroken since that video call— they couldn't even do it face to face, for God's sake— and he's been spiraling more than ever. 

Over a decade as a musician, doing this until he could perform an entire concert with his eyes closed, and he’d never once been as homesick as he was after that call. He'd never been nervous before a performance, but his stomach roiled now ominously. He’d been able to distract himself from the devastating blow, the memory of warm brown eyes and soft skin and a fond smile, for the last two days, pushing the tour crew and himself hard, pouring all of himself over his lyrics, writing heartbreaking songs after heart breaking songs, even booking some studio hours in whatever city he was at the time. If he stopped moving or thinking, there Eddie was, and Jesus, Buck'd fucking lost him. 

His jugular ached from supporting his heart. That’s where it sat after the breakup, every minute of the day; having Eddie in his life had been so painfully sweet. So much better than Buck knew life could be.

And it ended. 

Of course it did.

It always ends, Buck thinks bitterly. 

The fans and the magazines and gossip sites have been speculating about the reason like crazy for months, even from way before Eddie actually broke up with him. (Buck can't help but to resent them a little bit for that.) but nothing prepared him for this.

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[pleasestopdeletingmyaccount]

Buddie fic idea inspired by what I do on Saturdays for fun:

I love kids, children of all ages, but especially younger kids, I don't get to interact with them a lot though, so over the past year, I've taught myself how to make balloon things, animals, weapons, hats, tiaras, etc. Then, I'd come to a mall, and just offer to make free balloon things for kids. That usually leads to kids swarming and making a circle around me, play fighting each other or giving me requests. It's great honestly.

This is so, something Buck'd do, if he wasn't volunteering at shelters and such, he'd definitely do this in his free time, before he was close with the fire fam.

And at one of these malls is where he'd meet Chris for the first time. Maybe he sees Chris being a sad little ball alone on a chair because he's new in LA and his dad is busy, and he hasn't made a friend and he's a little afraid the other kids aren't gonna like him. Maybe he came here with his great grandma and he got seperated from her in the crowd, and he's scared and crying. Maybe from the corner of his eyes, Buck catches a glimpse of the brightest most dazzling smile, and he wonder who this smile belongs to, and he's just hit in the face with the single cutest kid ever. Maybe he sees a shy little Christopher standing in the crowd, letting the other kids go before him, his requests getting drown out in the crowd because he doesn't know how to speak up louder.

Whatever the situation is, Buck sees Chris first, offer out his own dazzling smile, and ask Chris what his favorite color and animal is, Chris asks him if he could make him a lizard, or a dinosaur, or a kimodo dragon, and Buck barks out a laugh, but does his best to comply. After a bit, Buck and Chris bond, Chris tells Buck a little about him, just the fun stuff, like what his favorite deep sea creature is and "Everyone has a favorite deep sea creature Buck", and "I also have a favorite spaceship, but I think we're not there yet, Buck" and "There are white snakes Buck, they're called Albino". Buck will be so smitten with this kid that he doesn't realize there's 6ft of brown haired brown eyed gorgeousness stuffed in a too small green Henley watching him with a fond smile and a cute blush.

At one point, Buck is blowing up another balloon to make something for a kid, and he'll look up at Chris's excited "Daddy ! Come meet Buck, he's the balloon man" and Buck will proceed to drop the pump and send the balloon flying everywhere, letting out a sound that seems like ultimate comedy to 13 years old kids, which will inturn get a string of giggles out of Chris. Because honestly who does this man think he is walking around looking like that, like he doesn't know that he's a safety hazard and is currently being very detrimental to Buck's ability to breathe and/or think and/or function.

And honestly the rest is history.

I might write this, but honestly I've never written anything before, so if you want to, feel free to write it and tag me because I absolutely need this cuteness in my life

[juju-dhau]

Aww bobby helping buck get ready for the date

Half of buck'd dialogues till now have been about sex like I get it but😭😭

[cyarskj52]

Company Flow "Linda Tripp" (1999)

Target: Sole

Producer: El-P

Album: N/A

Label: N/A

Best Line: "From now on you're immortalized playin' yourself on my record/Congratu-fuckin-lations isn't that what you wanted, idiot" (El-P)

After Anticon member Sole dissed Company Flow frontman El-P on "Dear Elpee," El-P used art of war tactics and slyly recorded a phone conversation between the eager-to-apologize Sole and himself. Sole turned out to be more stan than enemy, professing "I love Company Flow" and "I wanna be down," self-ether at its finest. This "Linda Tripp" tactic (named after the Pentagon employee who secretly recorded her phone conversations with Monica Lewinsky, which led to the impeachment of President Bill Clinton) would be used many times over the course of hip-hop history. I believe the kids now call it being "Young Buck'd."

[cowboy-eddie]

I think it's safe to say Tommy Buck'd Buck

I’m sorry but if a man that looked like Oliver Stark told me “You should let me buy you a beer” like THAT idgaf how expensive those fight tickets were, his dick not leaving the airfield unsucked

[ellayuki]

19102022 - 9-1-1

world comes crashing down (you're the only thing keeping me afloat)

Spoilers for season 6 (specifically 6x04)

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"Tell me what's wrong?"

Buck would like to, he thinks, but he's too busy spiralling to even be able to form words, let alone entire sentences. He just breathes, ragged and shuddery, and shakes his head. 

It makes Eddie sigh, and Buck hunches in on himself even more. 

But instead of pressing, instead of insisting like Buck'd thought he would, Eddie just lays a hand on Buck's thigh, lets it stay there, and says nothing. It's comfort like nothing else is in Buck's life. It… It grounds him, if only just a little. 

Just enough for the vice around his lungs to slowly start loosening.

They stay like that, side by side in silence, for countless minutes, Eddie's hand a life raft Buck hadn't known he needed. When he can finally breathe again without feeling like drowning, Buck lets out a soft exhale. "I did something stupid."

Eddie just squeezes Buck's thigh gently, the usual quip of 'So what else is new?' nowhere to be found this time.

It helps, somehow. Makes it easier to tell Eddie about the whole sperm donor thing, and about how Connor and his wife had called him not two hours ago to tell him they'd lost the pregnancy.

Eddie listens through it all, only talking when Buck needs a nudge here and there to get past the knots forming in his throat. 

"I… I don't know what to do. How I'm supposed to feel," Buck finishes, head tilted back, eyes closed. "Because I wanted it to work, I wanted to give them this, wanted to help, for once. But at the same time…"

"At the same time?" Eddie asks, voice soft. There's something painful in his voice that wasn't there at the start, but Buck doesn't have the strength now to try and get to the core of it. 

"At the same time, it's like Hen asked. Would I have been able to know I have a child somewhere out there, and not want to be a part, however small, of their life?" That had been the question since day one, spinning round and around in Buck's head and pointedly ignored. Well, it doesn't matter anymore, now, does it? That option, that future is gone now.

There's the quiet rustle of cloth moving next to him, and then Eddie's arm wraps around Buck's shoulders. "It's gonna be okay, Buck," Eddie says, lips pressed to Buck's temple (and for a second he's thrown back in time - different place, different situation, different person, but the same words and the same intonation and the same conviction, and Buck has to forcefully shoves that thought down before he starts drowning again). "I'm sorry your friends lost the baby. I'm sorry for your loss."

"It's not really my-" Buck starts, but Eddie cuts him off.

"It is. It really is, Buck. But you'll have a kid of your own one day, if you really want it." He presses a barely there kiss to Buck's hair, and Buck's poor heart stutters in his chest. "And in the meantime, you can continue helping me raise Christopher. Like we've been doing for the past few years."

And oh, oh, if that doesn't spark something in Buck's chest that he's long since thought smothered and subdued. Tears start falling, one and then another, and another, quiet things that barely betray the unruly storm wreaking havoc inside Buck. "Yeah," he sniffles, and buries himself as much as he can in Eddie's warm embrace. "If you- If you'll have me."

He can feel Eddie's smile in his curls. "No one else I'd do it with."

[princessfbi]

I can't gif but I'd like everyone to know that Pumpkin Spice Buck in Future Tense was the superior Buck to all have Buck'd. Followed by the blue suit in season one and his white hoodie when he got drunk at the bar.

[buchananssmolbean]

Wings

Chapter Two - Time To Adjust

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1223

Warnings: Violence, scared reader, late night cravings?, talk of abuse and mistreatment of humans

A/N: ayo, chapter two is here :) u know the thing. pls don’t copy :p

Summary: bucky helps you settle into your new home… for now.

Chapter Two

1956

July 3

Siberia

"Shh, shh." Bucky cooed, trying to calm you down. Your abrupt waking had been quite a shock to him, but Bucky was there to pick you up afterwards.

"B-Burning!" you bluntly described your feelings.

Despite your statement, shivers wracked your bones—the same reaction Buck'd had. Your body felt like it was on fire, but your skin was burned with a taste of ice.

"I know, Маленький. I know."

Bucky rubbed up and down your arms soothingly, scanning for your reaction. A tiny sense of relief washed over you, though it didn't last all that long.

"Маленький, sit down. I need to get your blood moving."

2018

February 14

New York City

"So... is she, like, hungry or some—"

"Sam!"

"She's just scared." Bucky put an end to his friends' bickering. "Wanted to know if she'd been traded off to us. Asked if she had a cage here." Bucky held back his tears, remembering your words of confusion.

Bucky lifted the back of your shirt, cool air conditioning spiking your spine.

"Y/N..."

"They were crushed in the door yesterday." you admitted with a guilty expression.

"Do they not take care of you—or at least them?"

Bucky softly stoked his finger over the tip of the metal wing, a few feet away from your body. He knew that you'd put them back inside of you as soon as you could.

"They made better things." You shrugged.

Your metallic wings had already started to fix themselves back into useful shapes, ready to insert themselves back into your skin, whenever you deemed necessary.

"I thought they were heard to break."

"It's a heavy cage." you sighed, looking to the nice view out the window, something you hadn't had the luxury of for a while.

"Do I have a cage here?" you asked eagerly, in hopes that maybe Bucky's crew would provide you a bigger, or at least, slightly, more comfortable home, with a proper floor. You wouldn't mind being in a cage, so long as it wasn't the one you had now.

"Did you buy me? How did you find me? Did you mean to?" You bombarded Bucky with questions, fingers wrapping and squeezing his right forearm.

"Do we have anywhere for her to stay?" Sam asked, a bit more sensitively now. He awkwardly rubbed his hand over his neck, and Steve nodded, almost anxiously.

"She can take my room."

While Bucky admired Steve's selflessness, he couldn't do that to Steve. Even more important to him than that, you'd be scared to stay in a unknown man's bedroom. "Thank you, Steve. But she'll be staying in my bedroom. She doesn't like sleeping alone."

Sam was the last person to argue with Bucky on that. In fact, he was pretty excited to see what all of the hype around you was about.

"So, can she be my flying buddy?"

"Absolutely not. That hurts her."

"Then why'd she get the wings?" Sam groaned.

"You really think she had a choice?"

After a short argument, which led to pretty much nothing, Bucky went over a set of new rules that everyone in the house was to follow.

"If my bedroom door is closed, don't barge in without knocking. No yelling when she's in the room. And no flirting."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam nodded, waving his palm, whereas Steve took the rules very seriously. "Can we meet her yet?" he asked quietly.

Ten minutes of coaxing later, and Bucky was leading you into the living room, where Sam and Steve stood curtly. Your wings had been enclosed by your skin again, thank God for the doorframe.

"Good morning." you greeted, quiet as a mouse.

"It's afternoon, Sweetheart." Steve smiled, amusement, but respect displayed on his face.

"Oh..." you sighed sadly, latching onto Bucky's strong metal arm, hiding yourself behind him in embarrassment.

"It's alright, Маленький. Nothing to be embarrassed about." He rubbed your back.

"Hey. I'm Sam." He offered his hand to you, which you took, very gently, still clinging to a Bucky for comfort.

"She's a little nervous to meet you two." Bucky explained. "Y/N, Sam is the one who saved you."

You nodded once, and thanked Sam, who beamed with pride, chest swelling. "It was nothing, really."

"Would you like something to eat?" Steve cut in, gesturing slowly to the kitchen.

You scrunched your nose, but quickly hid the expression of disgust when Bucky laughed. "It won't be porridge or sludge, Маленький."

That's when you nodded excitedly, thanking Steve for his generosity.

1961

December 25

Unspecified Base

USA

"It should be fast. I want confirmed deaths, 48 hours."

You sat, idly picking on a sticker, stuck to the concrete floor. You ended up leaving the blotchy paper residue on the surface.

Bucky was quiet too, but much more intent on listening to whatever the handlers were saying. Bucky was always serious when he was close to them.

"Is this understood?" the tall man in blue practically scolded.

"Yes." Bucky sounded almost bored, but intent on keeping his promise.

"And you, Girl?"

You hated the utter disrespect you were treated with as a woman here. Standing your ground, you basically snarled, shoving your head away from the guard.

"Girl." he repeated himself, without question this time.

"Understood." you mumbled.

The mission started off fine. It was the first one you'd ever been on, though the new bruising on your cheek from being punched didn't go great with your uniform. Turns out the guard didn't take too well to disrespect.

Turns out Bucky didn't like the guard.

"Swing the back, I'll do the killing."

"I can—"

"Stay there, Моя любовь."

You knew he was protecting you, though the urge to follow didn't escape your thoughts. Despite temptation, you stayed behind, staring idly at your feet, hanging inches from the rooftop.

It seemed like ages before Bucky was back, but he watched you flying in circles, tucking and ducking all around. He’d be lying if he’d said it didn’t make his heart race.

“Let’s go, Маленький.”

2018

February 15

New York City

You snuck quietly into the kitchen, quick on your toes. The only problem was that you definitely had grown use to the absence of more super soldiers than yourself.

“Morning.”

“Ahh!” you screamed, launching Bucky out of bed, and almost immediately at your side. You’d ended up sneaking out of bed at around 3:00am to get another snack—something you weren’t sure if you were allowed to have to not—leading you to now.

“Sorry—” Sam murmured, —“I didn’t mean to startle you at all.”

You were practically still shaking in fear, grasping onto Bucky’s loose henley. But he calmed you quickly, with a glass of water and the strawberry you’d originally wanted.

Everyone sounded groggy, but somehow Steve managed to sleep through everything.

“What are you doing up?” you said quietly, hoping to make some kind of small talk with your new roommate.

“Just couldn’t sleep. You?”

“I like… strawberries.” you held up the bright red triangle.

“I can see that.” Sam laughed a little, and you found yourself wanting to give in too.

“D-Do you want want one?” You slowly slid the plastic box towards him. “Thank you.”

“Маленький, let’s go back to bed.” Bucky took your hand in his.

“Okay.”

[nightinghoul]

This is Stewart B. Potts, AKA Stew; Stew-pot; Stew-bug; Stew-stew; Stew-ball; Stew-bun; Stewbert; American comedic political bundit, Bun Stewart; Mister S. Potts. Look, Stewart is a good, strong name, and I don't always catch puns right away, so it stuck. Besides, a rabbit named Stew has got nothin' to lose. He will fight you. 🐰

(J/K, He is the goodest boy.)

A Bun Named Stew

Well, my daddy left home when I was three

Didn't leave very much to my mom and me

Except this old carrot and an empty bottle of juice

Now, I don't blame him 'cause he hopped and hid

But the meanest thing that my daddy ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me Stew

He must've thought that it was quite a joke

And I got a lot of laughs from a lots of folk

Seems I had to fight my whole life through

Some doe would giggle and I'd turn red

And some buck'd laugh and I'd bust his head

I tell you, life ain't easy for a bun named Stew...