#implied buddie

[amidnightjen]

“A toothbrush?” Hen repeats, eyebrows high and tone extremely dubious.

“A toothbrush,” Eddie confirms.

“Your girlfriend broke up with you because of a toothbrush?” Ravi clarifies, he’s not the only one seeking that clarification either, Eddie can tell he beat Chim to the question only because he didn’t have his mouth full.

“Yes,” Eddie confirms (again), sounding a little more disgruntled this time about it.

Chim finally swallows his mouthful to ask, “Is this like a metaphor?”

Eddie shrugs. “I don’t know.” And he doesn’t, that’s the thing. He’s got no damn idea why a toothbrush (of all things) had Marisol breaking things off before they’d even really gotten started.

“I’m going to need more than this,” Hen says. “What kind of toothbrush?”

Exasperated, all Eddie can say is, “I don’t know - a toothbrush.”

“I mean,” Chim says thoughtfully, “did she not like the colour? Were the bristles too hard? Maybe it wasn’t about the toothbrush but the toothpaste on the brush - do you have weird toothpaste taste?”

That earns Chim a confused look from everyone but he just shrugs which Eddie finds fair because he honestly doesn’t know. “I don’t have weird toothpaste,” Eddie defends.

“I like your toothpaste,” Buck announces, dropping down into the chair beside Eddie. “Why are we talking about Eddie’s toothpaste?”

“We’re talking about Eddie’s toothbrush,” Hen clarifies and even as she does, she looks like she can’t believe that’s a sentence she’s found herself saying.

“Eddie’s toothbrush?” Buck repeats, sounding just as confused as when he thought they were talking about toothpaste.

“Not my toothbrush,” Eddie groans. “It wasn’t even mine!”

“Wait,” and this comes from Bobby who looks as though he can’t believe he’s joining in this conversation, “Marisol broke up with you because of Christopher’s toothbrush?”

“Marisol broke up with you?” Buck says, “Sorry man.”

Eddie waves off Buck’s words, he’s not all that broken up about it honestly, just genuinely stuck on how a toothbrush could possibly be reason enough to break up with someone. “No it wasn’t Chris’ toothbrush, Jesus.”

“I’m so confused,” Buck said.

“Me too,” added Ravi.

But Hen, Hen had a look on her face and there was a note in her voice he couldn’t identify as she asked, “Whose toothbrush was it?”

“Buck’s.”

And Eddie has no idea why that is suddenly explanation enough for everyone.

Well except Buck.

[sasanka-27]

Crop top Buck! You know he would wear one heheh I drew this for myself not just for science

Reference pic

[gibuckaroo]

take your time

chris pov | gen | 4.1k words

Christopher gets excited when he meets Dad’s new friend; Tommy. Carla picked him up from school, and just dropped him off on their foyer, already rushing to her next appointment. She kissed his head and said, “Say hi to your Dad for me. Have to go.” So, he says hi to his Dad as he keeps his eyes wary on the new person sitting at their breakfast table, waiting for him to introduce them. Or: Christopher's POV on everything that has been happening with Buck, Eddie, and Tommy. And Buck coming out to him.

link to ao3 here

[artiststarme]

So, I haven’t been too invested in Stranger Things lately but I am reading a lot of 9-1-1! I figured I would try out some writing for that fandom. Enjoy!

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The 118 always felt like a family to Buck. From the moment he started as a probie, he felt something there. Over the years, he grew from the annoying little brother that everyone reluctantly put up with to a (sometimes) respected member of the family. Hen and Chim were the siblings he always wanted, Bobby was the father he never knew he needed, and Eddie. He was the love of his life, his best friend that Buck could always count on.

Sure, there were moments that tried to shake his beliefs. The lawsuit left him estranged from his family, abandoned like his parents and Maddie had done when he was a kid. Eddie getting shot shook him and left him ungrounded. The taste of blood in his mouth didn’t lessen until Eddie was back at his house with Buck hovering like a mother hen.

The point though was that the 118 was Buck’s family.

He thought that until his whole world started fracturing. Maddie left him again after promising to never leave again. Just like she had done was a teenager, she left him despite sacred pinky promises and a family that loved her. He knew she wasn’t in the best headspace but his hurt didn’t see logic, it just saw his sister abandoning him again.

Buck tried to look after Chimney and Jee in her absence like he promised her, devotedly caring for them and for her until a sucker punch stole his devotion. He wasn’t in his loft with his friend, coworker, and future brother in law then. No, Buck was back in his childhood living room drenched in fear, cowering away from the hatred his dad threw at him. Just like back then, he couldn’t fight back. He couldn’t explain his side of things or try to protect his sister. Instead, he shrunk back from Chimney and escaped into the dissociation he adopted when his dad had hit him as a child.

Buck was already drowning when Eddie announced that he was leaving the 118, leaving Buck. He still held onto their friendship and the hope for more with both hands for as long as he could but the one-sided efforts grew exhausting. Soon, Buck stopped reaching out first and without his attempts at contact, all of his relationships that he held in such high regard were eventually extinguished. Even Eddie cast him aside. The man he’d come to love so much stopped reaching out. Sure, their shifts didn’t always coincide and Buck was probably annoying when they did get together. But that was the last straw. As soon as he lost the Diazes, something in him snapped. That was when he stopped treading water and let the waves take him.

He stopped trying to keep his family together, he stopped making plans, and taking care of himself. What was the point? All he wanted in the world was a family that would be there for him and stick around but it seemed impossible to achieve.

For once, he wanted to be the one who left first. His parents were never there, Maddie kept leaving him even when she said she never would again, and the 118 wasn’t a family after all, just as Bobby had said way back when. When he mentioned a transfer initially, Eddie had told him not to because they were a “family”.

There was no one to stop him now. So, Buck transferred to a new station across town. He uprooted his life; moved to a new apartment, established a new routine, found a new hiking spot.

But reminders of his failed attempts at a family were everywhere. He would see billboards of DV and think of how strong Maddie was to survive all those years, he’d see recipe cards at the grocery store and think of making them with Bobby, he’d see kids and think of how long it had been since he’d seen Christopher, and he’d flinch at hands moving toward him and think of Chimney.

Across town wasn’t far enough. So after six months, he transferred to Chicago. Despite loathing the cold, something in Buck missed the snow. He found the busiest station there and decided to try again. The Buckley’s weren’t a family, the 118 never was despite the facade, and the Diazes weren’t his family. But maybe he could try again at Station 51 in Chicago.

He threw all of his effort into bringing his dream to life once again, the 118 being lost as just another bad memory to him.

He didn’t hear about Eddie going back to the 118, Maddie or Chimney going back home, or Hen staying at the 118 instead of pursuing medical school. He cut his losses just as his sister had modeled for him so many times before. This time, it was Maddie and the rest of the 118 being abandoned and Buck could move on with his life in a way he never had before. Without regret.

@nburkhardt

[wanttobeh3r]

When I see that number on the scale going down, it's like nothing else matters. Not the hunger, not the pain. Just that moment of triumph.

I crave it. I crave it more than food, more than anything. It feels like freedom, like I'm finally escaping from all the weight that's been holding me down.

[chloesimaginationthings]

What comic is the bottom left image of springtrap from? (On the post where you say why you draw him blocky)

It’s from this comic!! A very normal father son reunion

Og post here

[anasleaf]

my reasons for losing weight that aren’t just ‘i wanna be skinny’:

i have adhd so i get overstimulated easily and being fat does NOT help there’s nothing worse than being hot and tired and everything’s loud and i can feel my fat rolls. nope.

so i can take photos with my friends :(

so i can go back to confidently buying clothes

CUTE LINGERIE

bc i feel like im going to be stuck in a lonely life if i don’t start looking pretty

bc i want to be cute and girly but im just too fucking FAT.

less body wash.. need i say more

SHORTS

i’ve always wanted to make cute vlogs without my face but what if someone sees my hand and they’re like.. yep that’s a fat bitch right there

cute pyjama sets

so i can pull my knees to my chest in the car

i feel like i could be pretty if i lose my face fat

and everywhere else actually

i’ll take up less space so the lingering feeling of being nothing but a waste of space can ease

cute side profile

i’m getting a gaming chair and i wanna curl up in it with a blanket that sounds so comfy

cute outfits!!

the whole messy vibe i have going on would be so cute if i wasn’t a ball of grease

so people can worry about me again :)

dainty jewellery!!

[morningskinnyfat]

i pledge to never see my highest weight on a scale EVER again.

i pledge to never see my highest weight on a scale EVER again.

i pledge to never see my highest weight on a scale EVER again.

i pledge to never see my highest weight on a scale EVER again.

i pledge to never see my highest weight on a scale EVER again.

[hisbucky]

*text messages* Chris: Have you managed to convince dad to get rid of that monstrosity on his face? Buck: Chris, I thought we agreed to let your dad do whatever he wants with his facial hair. Chris: Well now I'm not agreeing. Tell him to get rid of it or I'm not coming back. Buck: Christopher Ramon Felipe Diaz. We do not do ultimatums in this household. Chris: Ughhhh, fine! At least tell him to stop posting moustache care videos on TikTok. It's getting embarrassing. Buck: He's doing what now?!?!

[amidnightjen]

The first gathering she gets invited to she knows will be her last.

It’s not that she doesn’t feel welcomed, they’re all lovely and make her feel welcome, and it isn’t until later, when things are quieting down and she’s sitting around a table sipping at her wine listening to the conversation around her that she knows she won’t be back.

It’s the conversation that does it.

Eddie’s coworker Chim is talking about how his daughter is going through a phase where she has to sleep in bed with them. “And it’d be fine,” he’s saying, “but she clings!”

They all laugh at that, though Chim’s partner Maddie seems more amused than anyone else when she says, “She’s like Buck - he used to cling.”

“He still does,” Hen, another coworker laughs - although why and how she knows that Ana doesn’t know.

“He’s like an octopus,” Eddie agrees and that brings Ana up short. “All arms and legs and you’re trapped.”

Maddie laughs. “He’s still like that?”

Eddie nods, with a grin, not seeming to understand how strange a conversation this is for Ana to be overhearing - for him to even be having. And why is it that no one else finds it strange that Eddie knows his best friend likes to cuddle in bed? Why do they all just accept it?

What do they know that Ana doesn’t?

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie confirms. “It doesn’t matter how far apart we start out, come morning it’s a tangle of limbs and i don’t know where his pillow’s gone.”

Ana tries to laugh along with the rest of them but what Eddie is describing is more intimate than any sleeping they’ve ever done together.

“I don’t know how you don’t overheat,” Hen says. “The two time we shared a bed i thought i was going to melt.”

Hen and Buck shared a bed?

“When did you and Buck share a bed?” She finds herself actually asking, trying to share in the lighthearted amusement and no doubt failing.

“Covid,” Hen answers. “Four of us in Buck’s tiny apartment.”

“Eddie was the only one who could handle sharing a bed with Buck,” Chim explained further.

And it was such a relief to have something of an explanation that it wasn’t until after Eddie dropped her home and she was standing in her bathroom brushing her teeth that she realised he’d said start.

He’d been talking in present tense about sharing a bed with Buck.

Was he still sharing a bed with Buck?

It took her three more dates to work out that no, he really wasn’t cheating on her but his heart did belong to someone else.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Obessed with this quote from Oliver - he was planning on leaning into queer buck regardless - scream

[alice58]

i have no idea what a normal amount of f00d is

[emilyrosecreatives]

‘til death do us part ♥️

tw // blood, knifeplay, implied violence

[wanttobeh3r]

I look at myself and all I can see is this weight that’s suffocating me, hiding the person I want to be.

But I can imagine it—how my arms would look so delicate, how my bones would show through like I’m something fragile, something light. I’m not there yet, but I will be.

One day, I’ll be dainty and breakable, and all this extra weight will be gone. That image keeps me going. I just need to keep pushing, and I’ll finally become the fragile, beautiful version of me I’ve always wanted to see.

I can't wait to finally meet that version of me 🫶🏻

[p3achj3llyf1sh]

Those new shadow forms, ey?

[illiaccrest]

You know what else Aventurine needs is a nap buddy.