#jeeyuns-barbies

[shitouttabuck]

we need more of your working with animals stories nina. what is this about TACKLING SHEEP? and TOUCHING CERVIXES? eh???? tell me more about the animals you work with!!!!!! wtf you're so cool

hahaha i did three years of vet school before taking a year off last summer and kinda dropping out?

but i’ve had to work on a lot of different farms! last easter over lambing season i worked on a sheep farm in wales! theyre so dumb and easily spooked so you have to catch and really wrestle them lol and also a lot of them are bred in such a way that they sometimes need help giving birth because the lambs are too big or taking too long to come out of the birth canal or in the wrong position and then you gotta stick your whole arm up in there and rearrange the little guys 😭 the animal body is capable of so many fluids……

but darling baby lambs made all the bruises and aches and pains and sleep deprivation worth it lol

[sputnikodin]

question based on the fact that you have a baseball cards spreadsheet. do you have a personal top 5? are they different from the top 5 most valuable?

honestly i don't collect cards based on value even remotely i've just been buying/acquiring retail packs and seeing what i get and also ................ purchasing like a LOT of cards secondhand of players from my fave team's last really good era since that's where my area of interest is right now. to be more specific i own ~50 cards of my favorite pitcher. my top 5 are probably all from that selection except maybe my rainbow foil jackie robinson which DID come from a lucky retail purchase, and maybe also my All Aces shohei ohtani

[devirnis]

hii!!! my mind is still on the rookie and bones of it all from the comment i left on your latest fic. those two shows, but especially bones is so full of rich ideas for fic writing. i just want to take a moment to bask in the softness of the end of this fic with you. i LOVE how eddie approaches calming and comforting buck. and the KISS ahhhhh so soft and cozy. thanks so much for writing a fic that started so tense and ended so satisfyingly mellow and hopeful <3

Hi hi hi!

YES I loooove finding inspo from other shows, love to see my special guys in dramatic situations from other media >:3

I’m so glad you liked it! I wasn’t sure if maybe the ending dragged out a little too long but figured that everyone deserved something soft after everything 💜

[lemonzestywrites]

writing patterns

tagged by @jeeyuns @devirnis ty lovelies!!

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

a foundation of trust a love we cannot see

| buck/eddie, WIP, explicit, BDSM, slow burn, fwb (3/17 ch. 61k) |

Weird calls aren’t unusual in their field. That’s a simple given with their job- one that Eddie has definitely come to learn by now.

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let me find some warmth inside this little love of mine

| buck/eddie, teen, new year’s eve, first kiss, mutual pining (4k) |

Loud and Eddie are two things that usually have a record of not mixing well. Eddie can deal with chaotic. He can deal with crazy and hectic and adrenaline seizing his body during every call.

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the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love

| buck/eddie, explicit, introspection, fwb, getting together (25k) |

Eddie wants to be supportive about this; really, he does.

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the place in my heart that used to be yours

| buck/eddie, general, angst, bedside vigils, feelings realization (1.9k) |

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

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temptation comes from wants we cannot yet claim

| buck/eddie, teen, angst, coma, getting together, dream (8k) |

There’s a soft feeling that gradually, from the depths of Eddie’s chest, finds itself being emerged as he’s eased awake. The slumber makes its way out of his body in a slow, methodical pull. It makes no rush to leave, allowing Eddie to enjoy the gentle serenity that the early morning still has to offer.

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our sweet love (built on the unspoken things)

| buck/eddie, 5+1, getting together, mutual pining, non-sexual intimacy (8k) |

Eddie isn’t really sure he could really classify himself as a coffee person.

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five more minutes

| buck/eddie, established relationship, snuggle, morning cuddles (2k) |

Eddie really wishes he could learn how to properly sleep in. To lie in bed, asleep without a care on a weekend like this, and wake up sometime past 9 o’clock. To him, ‘sleeping in’ has always been whenever he finds himself the luxury of having to wake up anytime past 5:45 am, but today, like most days, his inner body clock works against him. Even without his alarm, Eddie found himself easing out of slumber, the world around him growing more present and alert as the sleep rolled off his shoulders.

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jadeite hearts could never cost this much

| buck/eddie, first kiss, sharing a bed, non-sexual intimacy (6k) |

If Eddie is being completely honest with himself, he has definitely thought about kissing Buck a couple of times before (maybe more than a couple if he’s being generous). He can’t exactly pinpoint when he started doing it; there’s no definitive moment that set it all off. Just one day, he had found himself staring off at Buck’s lips, transfixed on a phantom feeling that he could only dream to experience. His mind drifted, wondering what it would feel like, how soft Buck’s lips would be, where exactly he’d place his hands. It had taken an embarrassing couple of minutes before he had caught himself, only then realizing the severity of the situation and what that meant.

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t-rex kisses

| buck/eddie, established relationship, late night conversations, non sexual intimacy (1.7k) |

Buck loves his job. Undeniably so. It’s probably one of, if not the best, things that’s ever happened to him, and he could never imagine life without it. It’s brought him so many amazing things in his life now: belonging, safety, love, a place to call home, people to call family, and in recent developments- the newfound love of his life.

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exactly what you were looking for

| buck/eddie, domestic fluff, established relationship, marriage proposal (3k) |

Eddie is 6 years old, sitting in Adriana’s room, watching as his older sister plays with her Barbies without a care in the world, when in the smallest, most curious voice, he asks, “How do you know when you’ve found your true love?”

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it’s super interesting to see my little habits all laid out like this! obviously i might have a preference on pov 😅 but i love doing little character introspections or even just random little factoids i later dive into- this is very fun!!

tagging- @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @kitteneddiediaz @aroeddiediaz @wildlife4life and anyone else interested!!

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

writing poll game

Tagged by @shortsighted-owl @roy-kents @useramor @wikiangela @devirnis @911onabc @oliverstaark @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @jesuisici33 @transbuck @betty-boom @panbuckley @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @satashiiwrites

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets.

So since first son au is done (and posting starts tomorrow yayyyyy) I need to know what to work on next so pls help

Tagging: @bigfootsmom @rewritetheending @paranoidbean @transboybuckley @butchdiaz @anxieteandbiscuits @bucks118 @jeeyuns-barbies @shitouttabuck @diazblunt @cowboydiazes @ebdaydreamer @the-likesofus @diazass @spaceprincessem @housewifebuck @gayedmundodiaz @folk-fae @fleurdebeton @honestlydarkprincess @cowboy-buddie

[esrahalits]

wip wednesday

tagged by: @alyxmastershipper @housewifebuck @shitouttabuck

it's still wednesday somewhere! so here's a very short snippet from a 5+1 fic that should be up by the end of the week!

The last thing he wanted was to be remembered by the blood on his knuckles.

An outlet was all it was supposed to be. Something to throw his punches at when he couldn’t bare his teeth to the one person that could have prevented the whole thing in the first place. 

We all got problems too. You could have just sucked it up like the rest of us. But your selfish ass couldn’t go one day without making this about you. 

Christopher misses you. If you even care. 

(2 messages not delivered)

(you have been blocked by this contact)

tagging: @athenagranted @heartbeatdiaz @demieddiediazz @jeeyuns-barbies @panbuckley and anyone else that wants to do it idk. i was gonna tag more people but you've all probably done it by now lmao

[sibylsleaves]

hi hello, just finished reading your new fic and i’m still kicking my feet and giggling. it made my tuesday morning so warm i’m gonna start the day so fresh and happy thank you!!!!

i’m wondering how you prepare yourself when you sit down to write the fucking? (lol) sorry this just looks wrong when typed out. i mean like do you put on your most vibe-y playlist? have a favorite beverage next to you? write in a specific location? it’s because i’m having a tough time writing my own scene in my fic and i’m stuck!

i was in shambles and a pile of cozy warm happy goo after reading yours so wanted to take notes ✨💜

ahhhhh first of all, thank you so much 💕🥰

So I guess my answer to this is maybe not the most helpful haha because basically I can only write smut when I'm in the right ~mood~. It's the one kind of scene I find I really can't force, so if I sit down to write it and it's not flowing, I'll usually just stop and work on something else.

Sometimes I can kind of jumpstart the process by re-reading some of my favorite explicit fics, stuff that I just think is super hot for whatever reason. My other trick is that writing (or re-reading) the sexual tension part of the fic can help me get in the right zone to write the actual sex, so I'll either re-read those scenes or try to ramp up to the sex scene by writing whatever the lead-in is. And that helps me feel like everything flows, too.

Truthfully though, sex scenes ARE hard to write! They just are. I'm pretty new to it, and I think what's been the most challenging is just balancing all the various aspects of the scene--the dialogue, if there is any (and I love some fun dialogue in my sex scenes), the actual blocking (sex scenes are, at their core, technically action scenes? You gotta know who's putting what where without it feeling too clunky) and most importantly, the FEELINGS each person is having--and that means BOTH the POV character and their partner. It's a lot to balance and it takes a lot of practice and effort. And I am far from perfect at it.

As for location, I have to be comfy, so I either write it on the couch or in bed, never sitting at a table or desk. Although honestly I tend to write most of my fanfic sitting on my couch or in bed so that's not specific to writing smut.

I hope this is at all helpful and good luck!!!

[shitouttabuck]

wip wednesday

tagged by @rewritetheending @anxieteandbiscuits @alyxmastershipper thank you sweetest peaches

from i love you like a dog fic

Buck gives him what he hopes is a grateful look, eyes fully shut before his cheek even hits Eddie’s shoulder. It’s unusually quiet in the engine, subdued hum of unmoving traffic and lack of sirens meaning Buck doesn’t need the headset to hear Hen ask, “Is he okay? It’s not even six.”

“Think so,” Eddie says softly, just above Buck’s head. “Don’t think he got much sleep last night, after…”

“Shall we do something tomorrow?” Ravi suggests. “Drinks maybe, get his mind off it?”

“Yeah, he’s never been great at sleeping alone in that loft of his,” Chim says. “Something to tire him out? He always gets sleepy after, like, eight tequila shots. The largest person I’ve ever tucked into bed. And the most often.”

Buck thinks distantly about cracking an eye open to glare at Chimney, but the thought wafts out of existence when Eddie’s arm—between them, pressed against Buck’s—carefully worms its way around Buck’s lower back, holding Buck securely against the gentle lurch of the engine. More pertinently, holding Buck securely against Eddie.

“No, he’s coming home with me,” Eddie says. His voice is casual but firm, like he’s already decided that’s what Buck needs. And when no one in the engine contests it, or even argues that maybe Buck just wants to get off-his-face hammered about being dumped, everyone accepting as a fact of life that Eddie knows what’s best for him, the gnarled, hungry thing that lives in Buck’s chest grows a little warmer.

Eddie doesn’t elaborate to the others as to what he’s going to do to cheer Buck up or get him to sleep, but he probably doesn’t need to, proof of his superior expertise in the way Buck’s breathing is already evening out, deep and slow.

If there was a Care and Feeding of Your Pet Evan Buckley book, Eddie would know it by heart, Buck thinks, a little nonsensically. Hell, he’d probably have written it himself.

Then the engine turns a corner, and Eddie’s fingers dig into the soft skin of his side as he keeps him steady, and Buck, held, lets himself fall.

this fic is kicking my ass so bad my dudes…. i keep writing fragments of it on my phone and i love that part but when i open the doc to slap it all together it’s a complete fucking block

sorry i know it’s barely wednesday anymore for most of you i fell asleep at seven pm last night and woke up at four this morning…. tagging @diazblunt @jeeyuns-barbies @transboybuckley @colonoscopys @buckactuallys @athenagranted if you fancy (sorry if y’all have already done this!)

[shitouttabuck]

fuck it friday

tagged by @anxieteandbiscuits and @forthewolves thank you angels

again from i love you like a dog fic idk i might need to stop doing wip tag games because i’ve not written enough so im ending up sharing. all of it lol

Buck slowly backspaces his text, letter by letter, and wonders why a matinee movie date hurts so much more than if they’d gotten Chris a babysitter and gone in the evening instead. Something about the very ordinary intimacy of intentionally clearing your afternoon schedule to just sit in the dark holding hands with your partner for a couple hours, perhaps. His fingers shake as he deletes the last letter.

Either way, this is the third option presented to him. Eddie’s really happy with Marisol. A lot happier than he was with Ana, and maybe that was partly due to the way his own demons were haranguing him at the time, if also due to the fact that Ana was just—for lack of kinder words, not right for him.

(Eddie still flinches whenever Hen teases him with a stretched-out, melodic Edmundo.)

And if Eddie’s happy with Marisol, maybe Eddie has a future with Marisol. A future serious enough to give Buck some bastardised version of closure in the form of a harpoon to the heart. Painful, but effective. Efficient in euthanizing the horrible animal inside him that just wants, wants Eddie so badly he’s sick with it.

i wrote a full 250 words yesterday before getting so frustrated at how shit they were i ended up getting stoned which is GOOD for IDEAS but BAD for actual articulate writing lol

early tagging @jeeyuns-barbies @onward--upward @colonoscopys @transboybuckley @try-set-me-on-fire @diazblunt @alyxmastershipper @rewritetheending @buckactuallys i know some of you have just posted / are just about to post fic but if you have anything else!!! 💘

[shitouttabuck]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @alyxmastershipper @rewritetheending @anxieteandbiscuits thank you sweet peaches

small snip from i love you like a dog fic

Buck knows he was born for a singular purpose, one he failed to fulfil. How, after, it must have been like getting your kid a puppy for Christmas, half-expecting you’ll end up looking after it yourself. Except your kid is dead, and you and your spouse can’t look at the puppy anymore.

But it’s bad taste to take the puppy back to the pound, so you give him free run of the house, of the world, shut your bedroom doors, and just about remember to feed him every night.

The kid with blood pouring down his shins is not so far from the dog lonely enough that he thinks breaking his housetraining is worth it for the ten minutes of berating that come with it, the ten minutes of undivided, if reluctant, attention.

Buck thinks, sometimes, that at least he wasn’t the kind of puppy that gets put in a sack and drowned at birth. He wasn’t always unwanted. And he isn’t anymore.

might change this bit idk how it makes me feel or at least rearrange where it lives in the fic because im struggling with the flow of it!!!! think i’m just gonna. give up on continuity for now and just write all the scenes i wanna write and mash them together later because it’s taking me forever to write linearly

tagging @jeeyuns-barbies @transboybuckley @buckactuallys @colonoscopys @diazblunt @athenagranted if you wanna 💓 sorry i know it’s barely sunday for any of you anymore cursed time zones…..

[devirnis]

Fuck It Friday

tagged by @panbuckley & @dijkstraspath MWAH

I can finally actually put the “fuck” in “fuck it Friday” now, lads (gn) 🫣

“I’m going out for groceries,” he’d told Buck almost an hour ago, but Buck hadn’t been able to answer with the tape over his mouth.

Eddie hadn’t actually gone out for groceries; it’s just part of the fiction. After Eddie had placed the remote for the vibrating cock ring into Buck’s hand, he’d closed the door to the bedroom loudly and then turned around to sit in the armchair at the foot of the bed to watch. He wouldn’t actually leave Buck like this – naked on the bed, wrists tied together above his head and bound to the headboard, legs spread wide and tied to either corner of the bed frame, blindfold nestled snugly over his eyes, bondage tape wrapped around his mouth – but he knows that the illusion of being left alone heightens the experience for Buck. The possibility that Eddie might actually have gone out, leaving Buck with no way to escape his bonds and no choice but to submit to the sensations and feel it all.

ahem

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Tags pt 2 💖

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to you i'm just a man (to me you're all i am) | first son au | Explicit | Chapters One and Two | Read on AO3

Buck is fucking tired of living with his parents.

He’s nearly thirty years old for Christ’s sake, and he is sick to death of being at their beck and call, of having to bend to their every whim, of being constantly scrutinized while also being constantly ignored. For his entire life he has been buried beneath their thumbs, his weak, aching, fragile body pushed further and further into the ground until dry soil and broken twigs flood his mouth, left to rot with the mark of their fingerprints burned so deeply into him that there’s no way of removing them.

OR

Buck is the son of the president of the United States and is finally moving out of the White House. His new home comes with new neighbors, Eddie and Christopher Diaz, who quickly become the center of Buck's world.

But despite being out from under his parent's thumb, Buck's life is messy and complicated and ruled by the fact that he is the First Son which means he is always under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards. None of that stops him from pursuing a life with the Diaz boys, but there are many complications, some of which he isn't even aware of. Yet