#late fuck it friday

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday Coda

Tagged by @try-set-me-on-fire @devirnis @buddierights @wikiangela @tizniz @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @theotherbuckley and @watchyourbuck (because she just dropped a whole ass spec fic that is amazing!) Still barely Friday here, so I am not late to Fuck-it Friday and staying on my coda drop schedule. Here is my 7x03 coda! Enjoy here and on ao3! If you want to know when these codas drop, interact with this post!

They each give Bobby and Athena one last tight hug on the boat before stepping onto dry land and make their way towards the LAFD suv parked close by. Hen walked beside them for a short while, exchanging another round of thanks, praises, and reminders of being there for each other. When she spots Karen breaking away from crowd of concerned loved ones and onlookers, Hen waves them forward and goes to greet her wife.

Its almost lunch time by the time Buck, Eddie, and Chimney make it back to station, and they are all dead beat tired and starving. Chimney tries to invite them for a celebratory lunch but its cut off by jaw cracking yawn that has Eddie and Buck wincing, then echoed by their own.  The paramedic chuckles and the just as slap tired firemen join in. “Breakfast at the usual place tomorrow?”

Eddie just hums in agreement, while Buck smiles and answers, “Definitely. Let Hen know?”

“Can’t celebrate without the woman of the hour. Hopefully now she’ll pick up the phone.” Soft laughter follows, “Alright boys, I’m off to put my blackout curtains to the test. I suggest you do the same.” Chim mock solutes them both and strides out of the locker room.

Buck stuffs the sea drenched uniform into his duffle and pulls on a too cool, green hoodie.  The lack of warmth from the material on his still damp skin and adrenalin come down has him shivering.

He already knows what dreams await him when (if) he closes his eyes to sleep. A mix of Bobby and Christopher drowning in the harsh waves of the ocean, screaming for Buck to save them and him failing to do so before being pulled under himself.  

A chill shoot’s up his spine so piercing, it has Buck inhaling sharply and flinching forward with both hands, slamming his locker close. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Eddie whip around and drop his own duffle as he scurries over to Buck’s side.

Warmth finally seeps into Buck with the press of Eddie’s hand to his shoulder and the shivers lessen. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Everyone is okay.” Eddie soothes, his breath ghosting the back of Buck’s neck, warming him further.

Buck takes a deep breath, “I know that, Eddie. Just…” He closes his eyes and shakes his head, trying to get rid of Bobby and Christopher’s waterlogged features.

Eddie’s grip tightens but doesn’t let the silence of Buck’s loss of words linger for long. “Bobby’s place is on the way to the diner, so we can stop by in the morning.”

Buck cocks his head in confusion, “Um, I know your tired and all Eds, but Bobby’s place is definitely a detour to the diner from my place.”

“Good thing you’re coming back to mine then.” Eddie states with no room argument and a little bit of the tight fear in Buck’s body seeps out. Eddie’s house means he can physically see Christopher is safe and nowhere near the turbulent waves they pulled themselves out of just a few hours ago.

“Okay.” He agrees, then softly adds on, “Thank you.”

Eddie pats his shoulder, “Don’t thank me for having your back.”

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Christopher is well into school by the time Eddie and Buck make it back to the Diaz household. Buck has to take a few deep breaths outside the kid’s empty room, reminding himself that he’ll see him in less than four hours. Eddie gives him a sympathetic and understanding grimace before shoving him towards the bathroom.

The heat of the shower washes away the remaining chill and ocean salt clinging to his skin, replaced with the comforting scent of Eddie’s products, a mix of citruses and cedar. A pair of gray athletic shorts, fuzzy blue socks, and his blue sweatshirt that has been missing since before Buck’s lightening coma, are waiting for him on the bathroom counter when he open’s the curtain.

Buck pulls on the items of clothing and is taken by surprised by their enveloping warmth. His heart squeezes in his chest, knowing Eddie must have tumbled the clothes in the dryer while he showered.

Making his way back to the living room, Buck finds the older man lounging on the couch in a pair of cut off sweats and another one of Buck’s missing sweatshirts, this one dark green. “Are you the sweatshirt thief?” Buck accuses light heartedly, flopping down next to said thief and pressing into his side, shoulder to thigh.

Eddie shrugs, unbothered and unapologetic, “Cheaper than buying my own.”

Buck gaffs in mock offense but doesn’t even argue or hide how much he likes seeing Eddie in his clothes. Just another thing the man does that soothes Buck’s shaken nerves.

Pulling his knees up to his chest, Buck wraps his arms around them then drops his head onto Eddie’s shoulder. Without hesitation, Eddie’s head falls to rest on his still damp hair. “Thank you for the clothes and bringing me here… for having my back.” Buck whispers.

He feels Eddie’s head turn slightly to nuzzle his nose into Buck’s curls.  His partner’s lips brush against Buck’s scalp as he speaks, “Last time I’m saying this, you don’t need to thank me for any of it.  That’s not how it works for us.”

Buck lets out a slow breath, “Yea…. I know, but that will never stop me from appreciating you and everything you do. I will never not be grateful that you have my back.”

“Well,” Those lips drift downwards to Buck’s temple, Eddie’s voice sending delicate vibrations across the skin and muscle and casting a whole different kind of shiver through Buck’s body, “I’m just as appreciative and grateful for you too.”

Buck doesn’t quite know if he imagines it, with how he has been drifting to sleep since falling to the couch, but he hopefully believes he felt the firm press of Eddie’s lips to his temple that lingered past platonic.

And when he feels Eddie’s breaths even out across the top of his head, Buck can hear the echo of their gratitude and appreciation fade into discreet exchanges of I love you’s.  Those echoes with Eddie’s warmth, keep the nightmarish tides away, allowing Buck to truly rest.

Very belated tagging: @theotherbuckley @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz @loserdiaz @diazsdimples @jesuisici33 @fortheloveofbuddie @rogerzsteven @lemonzestywrites @evanbegins @buck-coded @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @spotsandsocks @sunshinediaz @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @eddiiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @prosperdemeter2 @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @thebloomingheather

[rustyelias]

falls flat on floor might of forgot it was Friday… HAPPY FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN FRIDAY!!

[noeavoiding]

John Lynch as Massimo || Da Domani Mi Alzo Tardi

[gemharvest]

sorry, no flash photography ! @ochrearia

[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 16

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

best friend, baby by @ghosttotheparty*

“You— You make me feel so… good,” he finishes lamely, his head void of any words that could describe it, because how can Will describe the peace he finds in Nico’s presence, or the way he feels like he can finally breathe whenever Nico looks into his eyes? “You’re my favourite person,” he breathes. “My best friend.”

hooooooo boy the intimacy tag was NOT joking. i was gagged. yall tell me all the time how high u value will angst and like....this one DEVASTATED me for him??? like do yall ever think about how the first dialogue we hear from will in nico's perspective is self-loathing. yall ever think about how nico has always known him hating himself. well this author did. "i know you hate yourself but just because you hate yourself doesnt mean everyone else does too" hey what if we FOUGHT. also im going back in to all my FRFs to star my FAVE FAVE FAVE fics bc this is one of them LET ME TELL YOU.

2. just a dumb game by @ghosttotheparty

Nico di Angelo is not a party person. But Will Solace is going to be there. So.

they are SO FUCKING GAY and SO FUCKING IN LOVE and SO FUCKING STUPID. god i love them so fucking bad like they are inherently down bad obsessed with each other and this is how they should be. this is the way of the world.

3. even in the silver light by @ghosttotheparty

Nico is back. Will is still smitten.

first of all. latino and nb will. thank you. second of all. i am (obviously) obsessed with this author bc they KILLLLLL w burning intimacy. like you have no idea they write them like there is a twice burning fire only alive within them it's CRAZZZYYY. i also fckn LOVE that this is like. okay so the author says its plotless and it is kind of 45k of plotless, yes, but idk theres something to be said of love as a plot?? of learning and loving each other as a storyline.

4. splash by @ghosttotheparty

Annabeth is reading her favourite book. Someone walks directly into her.

yeah okay i think this is another one author week. sue me. this fic made me GRIN okay. it was so fucking cute and sweet and soft and autistic annabeth my beloved!! my love and light!! they are so in love in every universe fr and i fckn LOVE them dude i am OBSESSED. when this author writes people together it's as if you can hear them click.

5. isnt she lovely by @ghosttotheparty

Their eyes always meet in the halls. Her eyes are grey and shiny, and they make Percy think of stormy skies and marble sculptures. (She could be a marble sculpture, in the entrance of a museum, surrounded by scholars and artists and mesmerised passersby. Fucking beautiful in a way that only art ever is.) - - - Percy has had a crush on Annabeth since eighth grade. (He doesn’t know she likes him too.)

percy hitting the ground when annabeth kisses him 😭😭 HES SO REAL. i just recced this fic on instagram and i am here reccing it again bc it is EXCELLENT. i rly rly love to see pjotv percabeth in fic like i DO. theyre so fucking cute. and i LOVE how this author writes autistic annabeth!! it is so important to me!!! and this one is so CUTE like percy had such a huge crush on him.....like not just he liked her he had a CRUSH on her. god. i am melting.

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

[bunnyboy-juice]

bunny butt: shiny edition ✨

[op is a femme dyke, he/ze/bun pronouns]

[mischievousspooks]

[sleepyc63]

its her!!! she's here!!! gourmand!!! happy belated fat fuck friday everyone

story under cut

Gourmand was an only pup for the majority of her childhood, her younger siblings were born while she was in high school. She's very invested in her family, and considers them her closest friends.

She always had dreams of starting her own business, and that overlapped with her love of baking. She graduated college with a culinary degree, and spent her young adulthood saving up money to start a bakery of her own.

She has many friends, her closest friends being Survivor, Monk, Hunter, and recently Artificer. Everyone loves her though. Except for maybe Nightwatcher (her ex), but as far as Gourm knows they ended on good terms. She's head over heels for her co-worker, Artificer, but understands she needs more time to consider a relationship with her. She enjoys babysitting Arti's pups, though :)

She's also an insanely good wrestler. She dominated in her high school wrestling tournaments.

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@churrorat-art

[waitmyturtles]

Emotionally, 23.5 (episode 10) is like a cheaply made puzzle, where like, the edges are cut roughly, so like, you THINK that you have the right pieces next to each other, but when you smush them in, and they don't fit QUITE smoothly enough, you're like, oh maybe there's another piece, but like, you CAN'T find another piece that works, because like, the piece you have in your hand IS the piece that is the right one for the picture you're making, or like, you THINK it is, so like, you keep smushing the pieces together, and you THINK the puzzle makes sense, but you kinda feel like you have the wrong piece, or worse, you're MISSING A BETTER PIECE, because everything's NOT QUITE JIVING.

I hope this post made as much sense as the emotional journey we attempted to take with the script in this last episode. What the FUCK is this script doing to Ongsa? A little more context, some smoother edges, would be really helpful here!

[feppepurin]

breaking news : they're big chilling

( so noisette's pose has understandably been a challenge but i overall like how she came out =:]]c is she too small . is feppino too huge (tbf hazel is shorter than average and fp is definetely taller than average so) . where even are they . well i don't have an answer to that but one thing's for certain and it's the fact that they're having fun )

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by @giddyupbuck @watchyourbuck @buddierights @cowboy-buddie @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @disasterbuckdiaz @hippolotamus @forthewolves @exhuastedpigeon @ladydorian05 @lover-of-mine @daffi-990 and @wikiangela Thank you all so much! You are all so awesome and I look forward to all your works!

I know I'm a little late to today's tag but my mother and youngest sister are in town and my sister can be... a lot. Anywho, really don't want to get into all of that. So here is a little bit of NFL Buck, featuring the Dosed arc.

Bobby was in the safe hands of Michael and David, with May soon to the join them once her class was out. Karen graciously got off work early to pick up Hen and recorded the over affectionate reunion on her phone. Ravi's mother had come storming in and gave Chimney (one of the sober few and currently acting captain until the all clear is given by the further ups) an earful before bundling the probationary firefighter up in her car, all the while he mumbled on about still being able to see the new type of pollen. The rest of the drug induced firefighters were picked up by various friends or family members. All except Eddie Diaz. On file for his emergency contact he had an Isabel Diaz, with abuela noted next to her printed name and after her, Josephina Diaz. Unfortunately, Isabel was out of town along with Josephina, her daughter and Eddie's aunt, but Isabel did give some reassurance, "Eddie's novio, he's at their home." "Can I get his information then? Give him a call to come pick up firefighter Diaz?" Athena asked. A pause. Frantic whispers away from the phone. Then, "Los siento, but Buck won't be able to do that." Isabel states, voice on edge. "How come?" Athena was becoming a little suspicious. Another pause. More whispers. This time Josephina answered, "It is not our place to explain, but if you would please get our Eddito home safely, we know he will be taken care of." Athena sighs and accepts that she is going to be stuck with the blubbering high mess that is Eddie Diaz a little while longer. Later, when her husband and his newest firefighter were sober, she was going to get answers.

I am so excited for the comedic piece of the arc because I love love love how Eddie was high and I just wanted more of it. If you want to see more NFL Buck, just go here.

Tagging (sorry if you've already been tagged and that its a little late. Also no pressure!): @try-set-me-on-fire @rogerzsteven @devirnis @theotherbuckley @callaplums @fortheloveofbuddie @eddiediaztho @cowboy-buck @eddiebabygirldiaz @thewolvesof1998 @loserdiaz @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @shortsighted-owl @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @monsterrae1 @eowon @911onabc @911-on-abc @brokenribsdiaz @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @bvckandeddie @arthursdent @elvensorceress @glorious-spoon @bigfootsmom @athenagranted @rainbow-nerdss @gayhoediaz @gayedmundodiaz

[lexiconisfunny]

I don’t understand why Halloween is on a Thursday. Halloween should happen every Friday of October. Then October 31st should be a national holiday where we all get to sleep. All day.

[hippolotamus]

WIP Wednesday/Fuck it Friday 😍

tagged by the lovely @spaceprincessem @wikiangela @elvensorceress @indestructibleheart @diazsdimples @tizniz @daffi-990 @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @vanillahigh00 Thank you loves 💕 (tagging you back for Fuck it Friday) Be sure to check their snippets

Coming in late because I couldn’t get myself together yesterday. But honestly what even is time? Another piece from the thing I keep saying I won’t have more of. Whoops 😬 (prev snippets here)

Eddie’s fingers skim down Buck’s sides until he reaches the hem of his shirt. Eddie lifts them both enough to tug the fabric up, exposing his tattoos and pecs, pulling it over his head. They’ve seen each other naked, or close to it, plenty of times in the showers at work, but that clearly wasn’t enough to fully prepare Eddie for being able to really see and appreciate.

“Jesus, Buck. You’re-” Exquisite? Resplendent? Carved and molded by the gods themselves? There doesn’t seem to be a single descriptor, in any language, comprehensive enough for the view in front of him. And Eddie took two years of Latin.

Buck swallows audibly and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Eddie tracks the movement, wanting to claim that mouth again. To lick and explore, to learn every curve. But he’s stopped by the open, vulnerable expression painting Buck’s features.

“Tell me,” Buck prompts, hushed and questioning and sounding so uncertain of what Eddie might say.

“Beautiful. Perfect. Exceptional.” The words tumble out, despite how inadequate they are, because he needs Buck to know. He needs him to be unwaveringly assured that what Eddie sees is wanted and captivating, unlike anything else.

no pressure tagging @stereopticons @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @buddierights @thekristen999 @fortheloveofbuddie @buckaroosheart @theotherbuckley @apothecarose @barbiediaz @chaosandwolves @eowon @giddyupbuck @heartshapedvows @honestlydarkprincess @gayedmundodiaz @hoodie-buck @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites @lizzie-bennetdarcy @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @rmd-writes @singlethread @statueinthestone @steadfastsaturnsrings @the-likesofus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @welcometololaland @your-catfish-friend and anyone else who wants to 😘

[gemharvest]

I'll change my everything for you Just keep on doing what you do

Goretober 2024, Day 4: Gut Spill

[fridayyy-13th]

i would like to partake in the DAPTIT bracelet-making fun; are rainbow loom bracelets okay? it’s all i’ve got :P

[drfitzmonster]

this morning i watched a video of the anti-trans bill in louisiana being struck down and then sobbed with relief for 20 minutes