#polyfire wip

[devirnis]

Fuck It Friday

tagged by @glorious-spoon @daffi-990 @tizniz @princessfbi

more from the polyfire cnc fic, this will be my kinktober offering this year :3

Sandwiched between Eddie and Tommy, Buck drifts, basking in the glow of another incredible orgasm. He loves it when his boyfriends take the reins and really test his limits. There’s always a safety net – the knowledge that with a word or three snaps of his fingers everything would instantly stop – but not for the first time he wonders what it would be like to pretend that safeguard isn’t an option.  “I can hear you thinking,” Eddie mumbles, and pinches Buck’s hip lightly.  Buck flinches, and Tommy grunts out an annoyed noise at being jostled. “Sorry,” Buck says, rubbing Tommy’s back in apology. “Just… thinking about something I want to try.” Tommy lifts his head off Buck’s chest and gives him a slightly incredulous look. “You’re already thinking about next time?” “Didn’t you just call him insatiable?” Eddie pipes up, fondness evident in his tone. “Just a little insulted that he can form a coherent thought after all that,” Tommy retorts.

tagging @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @bidisasterevankinard @spaceprincessem @sibylsleaves @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @jeeyuns @bvckandeddie @monsterrae1 @eowon @freewayshark @shitouttabuck @exhuastedpigeon @queerdiazs @lemonzestywrites @underwaterninja13 @father-salmon @watchyourbuck @smallandalmosthonest @middyblue @alchemistc @firehose118 @jesuisici33

[weewookinard]

On the grounds where we feel safe (a BuddieTommy angsty smut fic)

IT'S @dadbodbuck's BIRTHDAY TODAY ❤️❤️ Which inspired me to write a little something for this amazing person ❤️

Well, at first in was supposed to be a little something, but I got unstoppable....

You can read it on AO3.

Warning, it's a smutty angsty fic with a happy ending. It's sad, it's explicit, and it's i hope not too bad.

Eddie knew saying yes to Buck was a bad idea. Each moment spent with the couple was a torture, a reminding of his love for a man he couldn't have. A man that Buck had charmed before he could. Because he loves Tommy, and the more he sees them together, the more he hates his best-friend. But tonight is different, right? Because they are just taking a few drinks together, the three of them. They are just spending some good time as friends. Until they are not anymore. excerpt: Bad idea after bad idea, stupid thought after stupid thought, crazy dream after crazy dream. This is what brought him there, drowned in his tears, his body lying prostrate on the cold floor of the bathroom he shares with his son. His mind tortured by the words that dared to come out when they had no right to. How long had he been hurting himself like this? Waiting for Tommy's gaze to finally fall on him, hoping to be loved as his best friend is loved. Feelings that he knows are forbidden and that haunt him.

Happy Birthday Jay, you truly are a wonderful person ❤️

[diazsdimples]

🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰

(Remember how much I love you 💕)

Apparently I love you so much that you're getting extra sentences with this one. Please enjoy roughly 35 ballet sentences

“So, Evan, what brought you to the New York City Ballet?” Tommy asks. Buck’s stomach does a funny kind of flip when Tommy says his name. He doesn’t usually care for people using his given name, but there’s something about the way Tommy articulates it, like it’s caressing his tongue and effortlessly falling from his lips. He’s never heard it said quite like that before. Buck licks his lips and wills himself not to sound like a total dick in front of the most experienced dancers in the company. “Well, I trained at SAB when I was a teenager because it was the closest to home, and I wanted to give Los Angeles a try but it ended up not being for me.” Eddie arches an eyebrow. Not many people turn down an opportunity to dance in Los Angeles. “Hollywood’s too gaudy,” Buck explains, and Eddie snorts out a laugh. It’s not contemptuous, though, more of an agreement. “And you think New York isn’t?” “At least the people in New York know they’re fake. In Los Angeles they’re all so busy trying to prove they’re authentic that they become delusional and lose themselves completely.” Eddie turns to Tommy, looking positively delighted by Buck’s response. “I like him,” he grins. “Me too. I think we’ll keep you around, kid” Buck flushes from head to toe, his face burning from the praise.

He doesn’t get to enjoy it long, because Tommy snap his fingers and makes a twirling motion with his forefinger. “Well, if you’re here to stay, let’s see what you’re made of! Show us what you’ve got.” Buck stands there, unsure of what to do, until Eddie gives him a sympathetic look. He comes up behind Buck and places his hands on his hips, turning him so they’re both facing the mirror. “Just follow my lead,” Eddie murmurs in Buck’s ear, and Buck swallows hard. Eddie’s body moves fluidly as he pulls into an arabesque, his arm extended gracefully in front of him. Buck follows, enjoying the feeling of his muscles bunching and tensing as he holds the position. Tommy circles him, gently correcting parts of his stance. His hands are gentle as he lifts Buck’s arm slightly. A hand under his chin tilts his head up and he meets Tommy’s eyes. “You’ve got excellent lines Evan. I wonder, can you go as high as Eddie can?” Buck barely has a moment to process what Tommy means before there’s a hand on his belly and another on his knee, and he feels his muscles stretch as Tommy lifts his leg. “Keep those muscles tight,” Tommy instructs as he taps Buck’s abs, and Buck vaguely wonders if he’d set a new record by passing out 15 minutes into his first day. Tommy steps away – Buck almost loses his balance at the sudden lack of solid body against his – and hums appreciatively. “He might give you a run for your money, Eddie,” Tommy grins.

Eddie pulls out of his arabesque and comes to stand next to Tommy, allowing the dancer to loop an arm around his waist and brush a kiss against the back of his neck. That, at least, answers one of Buck’s questions, even if it makes at least 100 more appear in it’s place.

Tagging friends who asked/ showed interest in this wip:

@underwaterninja13 @theotherbuckley @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @slightlyobsessedwitheverything

@bigfootsmom @buffaluff @weewootruck

[princessfbi]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @tizniz

“Asshole.” Tommy bit out before he crossed the distance between them and curled a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck. Warm fingers carded into his hair and Eddie tipped his head up to meet Tommy’s lips as he kissed him, hard.

Eddie would’ve fallen into his chest if it weren’t for the fact that Buck was sandwiched between them. Not that Buck seemed to mind. His too cold nose was tucked against Eddie’s throat with his even colder hands shoved up under his shirt searching for warmth.

Tommy broke away first but didn’t go far, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s as he stared back at him. “Are you okay?”

Tagging @homerforsure @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @devirnis @mellaithwen @bigfootsmom

[sugarpenchant]

tease tidbit tuesday: that's not a dog

happy tuesday! here's a sneak peek of the upcoming installment of my buddietommy series now i know what i'm running towards wherein eddie will meet a certain giant dog

if you want to know how it all started, check out half of my heart (complete, E, buddietommy getting together)

At least Tommy was similarly sensibly apprehensive, standing beside Eddie with a healthy distance between them and the wannabe Cerberus. Buck was on his knees cooing and scritching and fending off the lolling tongue hanging from the wide open jaw that was easily the size of his head. The creature was the same height as Buck and its feet, Jesus…   “What is it?” Eddie asked distantly.   The short kid with bubblegum pink hair glared at him. All smiles for Buck, all glares for Tommy and Eddie, and honestly, Eddie didn’t blame them, but it still seemed a bit unfair. It had been a hell of a day, what with really kicking that identity crisis into overdrive with a few earth shattering orgasms for all involved—all three of them—and now he was meeting an escaped demon creature that Buck seemed to think was some sort of lap dog.   “This is a dog,” the kid said flatly. “Maybe you’ve heard of dogs?”

[spectrecowboy]

Fic WIP ✨️

buddietommy/polyfire

(tommy kinard/evan "buck" buckley/eddie diaz)

Rated T (as of writing right now)

General summary of the whole fic; buck, tommy, and eddie are navigating polyamory and they aren't hiding their relationship, but they're just enjoying eachother, not feeling the need to tell anyone who this doesnt immediately pertain to (ie. christopher). 118 fam keeps coming to (or through) doors and eventually someone's going to put the last bit of the puzzle together.

___

Thought I'd share a bit of the 5+1-ish things I'm working on, based on what was in this poll. Apparently writing poly ships is my thing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

comments (esp. if anyone seems ooc or oddly written) are greatly appreciated!!!

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here's a snippet of Maddie giving the boys an eyebrow raise:

Buck can't help but occasionally smile to himself that he has two boyfriends. It's late afternoon, the sun streaming into the loft and him and Eddie have just gotten off shift, exhausted but on time for once. They don't have to pick Chris up from Tía Pepa's until tomorrow morning. He's cooking them a late lunch and enough for 3, hoping that Tommy will eventually make it through LA afternoon traffic to join them. Eddie's currently showering and Buck is setting the table while the food cooks when there's a knock at the door, and Buck jogs to answer.

"Maddie? Hey," he stands aside. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Hey Buck," she smiles, "Sorry to bother you, Jee left toys here and of course those are the ones she's crying for right now," gesturing exasperatedly, she comes inside and goes to his living room.

She scoops up the basket of toys left from Jee-Yun staying with Buck earlier in the week.

"Whatever you're cooking smells amazing," she notices the three plates set out as she comes back to the kitchen, "But I don't want to intrude, looks like you've got plans," and gestures to the table.

"Y-yeah yeah, Tommy's on his way over, Eddie and I came here after our shift,"

"Well tell them I said hello, I have a crying toddler to soothe!" she heads for the door.

Eddie comes out of the bathroom and headed for the table as Maddie's on her way out, "Hey Maddie,"

"Hi Eddie," she turns, smiling and waving at the boys once she's in the hall.

Eddie's already turned away, headed to the table. He's wearing a shirt that's looser than his normal fitted shirts, but what catches Maddie's attention is the 'KINARD' in yellow LAFD font across Eddie's shoulders.

She raises an eyebrow but leaves smiling "See you later boys!"

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[xtarmanderx]

Here’s another poly snippet as proof this fic exists and has other words lol. I just need to rewrite the ending of the second chapter and then I can post it.

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“Okay.” Eddie takes a step closer and tries not to let his face fall when Buck pedals back half a step. Pretending not to notice, he sits on one of the benches and waits for Buck to sit down across from him. He takes a deep breath, thinking on where he wants to start and-

“I broke up with Marisol.”

“I’m dating Tommy because I’m into dudes now.”

They speak at the same time and Eddie desperately tries to cover his disappointment, forcing a smile onto his lips. “That’s-that’s great, Buck. Tommy’s a good guy, one of the best.”

“Wait. You were just on a date with Marisol. What happened?” Buck frowns, brow knitting together, and Eddie shrugs one shoulder.

“Just wasn’t going to work out. It happens.”

“I’m sorry, man. I know you liked her.”

“Not enough.” Eddie admits. Buck’s eyebrows shoot up. “It doesn’t matter. We broke up.” For a split second, he considers telling Buck why Marisol walked out the door. But he can’t. Buck seems nervous enough about admitting his latest revelation and Eddie wants him to be happy. To explore this part of himself that has been hidden away for far, far too many years. “You and Tommy, huh?” His smile softens into something more real. “Why didn’t you just tell me at the restaurant?”

“I panicked.” Buck swallows hard, looking equal parts pained and relieved. Without thinking, Eddie reaches over and touches his knee to ground him. “I wanted to try and figure it out a little more before I told anybody else. But you were always going to be the person I called right after Maddie.”

[screaming-universe]

....

🐺🐈🐉🐎🏹🌌✨

I don't regret sending all these at all btw you did this ☝🏼 ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

oh nooo 😌 (make me write game) It's only three sentences for each I swear!

🐺 Werewolf Hunters

Eddie wanted to bite the hunters, wanted to make them stop. Tommy came back bruised and withdrawn, Buck came back limping—barely stepping on his left hindleg. And Eddie was stuck in the kennel, utterly useless, not able—and not daring—to do anything but growl and claw at the bars.

🐈 Werecat AU

“Before we start courting,” Buck said, still dazed by the kiss, “you should know that Eddie and I were nearly courting each other. But that’s long over so you don’t have to—” “I know, Eddie told me. But I wouldn’t be so sure it’s over,” Tommy said with a smile and then kissed him again.

🐉 Would you still love me if I was a wyrm?

“I’m sorry Eddie but you have to wear something that shows you are LAFD,” Bobby said when Eddie turned to him for help. But help was not coming and so Eddie could only hiss at the vest-like thing Buck was holding up. It would go around his neck like a collar and then along his back and belly with wide holes for his wings to meet up again at his tail. And of course it said LAFD in as big letters as it could fit, had reflective stripes and a high-vis yellow base colour that would horribly clash with Eddie’s copper scales.

🐎 Out in the Wild

Next to it in the shadows sat a young child; a boy, unless Buck was mistaken. He looked at them with wide eyes but he wasn’t crying and he didn’t try to run away. Then the horse leaned down, nudging something on the ground with its nose, and Buck finally saw the man on the ground.

🏹 Hunger Games AU

“Hey Buck,” Edmundo said with a weak voice. “Thank you.” “Of course, Eddie,” Evan said in what was probably meant to be a soothing voice but the strong tremble betrayed the underlying fear. “I will always come for you.” Not always, Tommy wanted to say. One of them would have to die so the other could win and at the moment the proverbial money was on Edmundo Diaz not making it.

🌌 Space AU 2

It’d be hard not to see her: the woman with stars in her eyes—possibly literally?—and her head wreathed in nebulæ. But nobody else looked at her, nobody but Chim. “I see you’ve met my neighbour,” he said with a smug grin.

✨ Space AU 1

Before he can think about it, Eddie grabs Tommy’s face and pulls it down a bit to kiss him. “Give this to Buck, will you?” he asks, blushing furiously. It’s because he thinks of Buck, he tells himself.

[saint-felicias-writing-corner]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

This is my first Tease Tidbit Tuesday on this account, and I decided to start with something special to me. I present, the first draft of the first 500ish words of 'You're (Still) The Two', the WIP sequel to You're the Two, my Polyfire triad fic. Hope you enjoy!

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Peace and quiet was a rare commodity at the Diaz house. It wasn’t something that Eddie sought or craved. It wasn’t something that he thought about. It wasn’t even something that he bemoaned or missed. It simply was. Between his social butterfly son and his video games; his gregarious boyfriend and teammate and his infodumping; and his other, equally gregarious, though much less info-dumping boyfriend, there was enough noise and chaos to keep his house and heart full.

In the weeks since his surgery and the crash, his home had gradually become the locus by which all of them orbited. Sure, Buck still had his loft, but Eddie could count the number of times that he’d slept there since the crash on one hand. Tommy had his house, and of him and Buck, he spent more time away. Eddie didn’t interpret that as a slight. He knew that he and Buck together were a lot. That Tommy willingly and happily took that on, warts and all, made him love the man all the more.

But tonight was one of those rare nights that silence floated through the air. There were no video games sounds and taunting japes over a team chat… Christopher was at his Tia’s. There was no third, fourth, or sometimes even fifth retelling of some interesting factoid or idea… Buck was in Pennsylvania. And Tommy? He had offered to come over, to break the silence with some take out and craft beer, but why waste a singular opportunity to recuperate and reflect?

He dried his plate and set it back in its place. Buck would be proud to know that his gentle nagging had paid off in the form of Eddie actually cooking instead of subsisting on a dry turkey sandwich. He missed him. He cleaned up the place while he waited for seven o’clock… their agreed upon time. He dusted along the mantle, once empty, but now bursting with photos of his ‘unconventional’ family… Christopher, Buck, and Tommy… some candid, others staged.

All precious.

He didn’t feel unconventional. If anything, he felt more normal than ever. Embracing the strange alchemy that was his relationship with Tommy and Buck had done wonders for his self-worth. He knew now that he wasn’t broken, but rather, a round peg made to reside in a square hole for far too many years of his life. While it worked, well, kinda worked… it didn’t really fit. Sure, their interactions in public resulted in a fair share of looks and even some comments, but he wasn’t about to apologize for loving more than one man. Through Buck and Tommy, he had learned to love more about himself.

But he also felt… off. Accepting that he was gay was a big step in discovering who he was. But in many ways, he was still the same Eddie. Father. Combat Medic. Widow. Firefighter. He’d just gladly added polyamorous homosexual to that list of designations, not as a replacement, but an addendum. And while he was exceptionally happy and wouldn’t change a single thing about how everything came about, he still wondered…

What else was he?

[911varietyposts]

so i napped through the last few hours of wednesday...sue me. it's still wednesday somewhere

tagged by @screaming-universe

as requested, more college polyfire & toddler chris!

With a quick kiss to Tommy’s lips and one to the top of Chris’ head, Eddie was out the door of their little apartment and off to his shift at the hospital. Looking down at the toddler, who was lounging in the oversized bean bag with a cup of watered down juice in hand, Tommy checked the clock and sighed. “15 minutes and we have to leave buddy. You've got to come to practice with me today.” Each offensive position was having their own practice today in three hour increments, with the running backs, Tommy’s position, being the next group to have the field. He wanted to get there early though so he could get Chris set up and settled before practice started. Never had he been more thankful for coaches who were understanding when he or Evan had to bring Chris with them. It wasn't often Eddie’s clinical rotation interfered with their practices, but when they did it was easy to let the coaches know that Chris would be at practice that day.

[xunandran]

WIP Wednesday

It's still Wednesday somewhere! Not here, but whatever. Enjoy some new words from an upcoming chapter of You're the Two. The boys are out exposing Eddie to everything he's missed being in the closet. =====

The throb of the bassline pounded through the packed club’s floor, stomped and reverberated by the throng of sweat glistened bodies writhing together on the dancefloor, limbs and torsos bare and wet, sliding together like sex on display.  Eddie fidgeted in his seat. “I’m not sure about this, Buck.” The man looked terrified as he watched the dance floor. Buck laughed. “We’re not dancing, Eddie. We’re just… watching. You’re really telling me this is your first time in a gay bar?” Buck scanned the counter across the way looking for Tommy, who was currently fetching their first round of drinks.  “It’s not just dancing, Buck! It’s all of it. This isn’t who I am.” Eddie picked at his shirt, a sheer black thing with golden filigree.  Buck smiled and watched the hints of tanned skin peek out from behind the lace and thread, like swirls of creamer sliding through black coffee. The moment he saw the shirt, he knew he had to see Eddie in it. And the man didn’t disappoint. He rested his hand reassuringly on Eddie’s arm. He could feel the small tremble in the other man ease at their connection. “That’s why we’re here, remember? We gotta figure out *who* you are now!” “I’m not this though,” Eddie lamented, brown eyes wide and reflecting the rainbow hues of the dancefloor.  “Then we’ll have a drink, a laugh, and a story to tell afterwards.” Buck pulled Eddie’s distant gaze to him. He swallowed hard, throat suddenly parched as those chocolate brown eyes focused entirely on him. Where were those drinks? “Try? For Tommy? For me?” Buck’s pleading voice was drowned by the loud electronic remix, his words safely tucked into Eddie’s ear alone.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/56491516

[devirnis]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

tagged by @tizniz @bigfootsmom @princessfbi <33

The polyfire cnc fic is out with some friends for a sensitivity read/vibe check, so hopefully this will be coming to an AO3 near you soon once I get feedback and actually edit the thing

tw for consensual non-consent/roleplay under the cut

As White Shirt pulls his clothes off, Buck’s eyes track over the muscles of the man’s arms, the width of his shoulders… he’d probably be able to hold Buck down and take what he wanted even without the ropes. White Shirt kneels on the bed between Buck’s spread legs, and Buck swallows thickly. His thighs are trembling slightly from anticipation. Big, strong hands clutch Buck’s waist, and he’s lifted up and yanked so that his pelvis is sitting on White Shirt’s bent knees. Buck moans feebly, shifting his weight as the hands slide down his sides, petting his flanks before curling over his thighs to pull his legs even more apart. White Shirt grabs for the lube and drizzles some onto his fingers, then touches his fingertips between Buck’s asscheeks. Buck sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, waiting, but instead of pushing his fingers inside right away, White Shirt folds forward. His throat works, and then he lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth and land on Buck’s hole. A shiver runs up Buck’s spine as White Shirt starts massaging his rim, mixing the lube and spit together. Black Shirt watches from where he’s standing next to the bed, stroking his cock leisurely. His cock is wet from a mixture of his own precome and Buck’s saliva from when that same cock was in his mouth; Buck can’t take his eyes off the sight.

tagging @homerforsure @bidisasterevankinard @spaceprincessem @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @jeeyuns @bvckandeddie @monsterrae1 @eowon @freewayshark @exhuastedpigeon @queerdiazs @lemonzestywrites @underwaterninja13 @father-salmon @watchyourbuck @smallandalmosthonest @firehose118 @diazheartsbuckley @jesuisici33 @sail-not-drift 💜

[weewookinard]

💔💔💔

(more, pretty please?)

Anon, do you want me to cry???

It's my last for today, i'll do the other requests tomorrow. Thank you so much for this participation, I had a blast writing it!

The bar is almost empty tonight, inhabited only by a few silhouettes scattered here and there and by country music softly played. Buck carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, along with Tommy's favorite plaid shirt. It's still scented with his perfume, a scent that calms his nerves and reminds him of the love they still share. Next to him, Tommy sits upright on the bar bench, visibly uncomfortable and tired. He doesn't know where to look, his lips parting before closing under the absence of any meaningful words. Opposite them, Eddie looks broken, his head tucked between his shoulders. The marks under his eyes are black and his hair is all over the place. The T-shirt he's wearing is stained, but he doesn't seem to have realized it when he put it on. His eyes dart back and forth between the two men in front of him. He looks at Tommy with regret, at Buck with shame. All three are nervous, unsure of where to start. The silence between them is unnatural. Legs twitch, faces grimace, hands shake. Tonight Tommy would like to disappear, would like to have never met the two men. The thought breaks his heart and he feels nausea rising along with his sadness. The tears, however, still manage to stay in the back of his throat, leaving him with a little dignity. The silence lasts too long, and the man breaks down, finally speaking. “Evan... You wanted us to talk, didn't you? Then talk, and let's get it over with.” His arms come to wrap around his torso, as if to embrace himself. As if to create a barrier between him and the other two firemen. His voice is hoarse and his distress obvious. It overwhelms the two friends - former friends - and both Eddie and Buck turn to Tommy. One remains motionless, holding back the hand that would like to rest on Tommy's huge one to reassure him. The other places his hand on Tommy's thigh, squeezing it tenderly in the hope of calming his agitation. Eddie swallows his saliva, and speaks up before Buck has time to open his lips and vent his anger. “Buck, I know you're angry with me and you have every right to be. You too, Tommy.” He adds, turning to Tommy, a shadow of an apologetic smile on his face. A smile that doesn't go unnoticed, if the lightning visible in his best friend's eyes is anything to go by. The man straightens up, looks down, childishly caught in the act. “I understand why you hate me... But- I-” The man closes his eyes, takes a deep breath to regain his courage. “I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to cause all this, I didn't mean to....” Eddie's voice fades, turns to a whisper. “I'd understand if you wanted me out of your lives Buck.” Silence fell again and his heart began to tremble with expectation. After a moment, he opens his eyes and looks at the man who has always been there for him. Buck's lips are pursed and his body tense. He stares at him with the same darkness he's felt ever since he learned the truth. A darkness that also escapes from his voice. “Tommy,” he calls. It's Tommy's turn to tremble, to lose himself in murmurs and regrets. Tommy finally feeling the tears, Tommy trapped in a situation he'd do anything to escape. He tells himself, the older man, that he might even go back into combat to avoid this painful triangle. “Evan...” “Tell him what you told me Tommy, he has a right to know.” Eddie considers the two men in front of him, completely lost. He doesn't expect Tommy to finally confess, his cheeks wet and his skin pale. “Eddie... I am in love with you too.”

You can read more about my angsty BuddieTommy fic here!

[cannibalhellhound]

Hello :3 To continue @thatmexisaurusrex's new ask game: please recommend at least three of your favorite BuckTommy or BuddieTommy fic authors, artists, meta writers, gif makers, or edit makers. Maybe sing their praises a bit if you'd like. And if you want to, send this to a few other people and spread the good vibes 🥰

AIGHT SO I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT THIS

I just needed time to actually think about people and remember their usernames shhhh👍🏼

Fistly calling you @screaming-universe and @buffaluff out because it doesn't matter if it's BuckTommy or BET you are just amazing with it like

The Art!!! The Writing!!!!!! Just 🤌🏼✨

We are crazy au buddies and I love that to the core, besides you deal with me throwing my WIPs at you like a proud toddler :D

@bigfootsmom SAPPHIC POLYFIRE!!! Molly I love your art so much I could cry looking at it. It's that nice. Go look at their stuff (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

@inawickedlittletown hehehe werewolf au my beloved. Also DRAGONS and so much more I'm just losing it reading your stuff on ao3 rn. You are also responsible for making me go back to my wolf drawing roots, take responsibility smh (affectionate)

@bucksbignaturals beloved mutual your BuddieTommy meme is in my gallery to this day just so you know (top tier writing too go check it out👌🏼)

@kinardsboy PUMKIN!!!! Talking to you about wild animal dad tommy is a delight and your BuckTommy art is funny and amazing

Btw I love how we just end up sharing lfj titty pics, possums and otters because that's just how my brain works at this point. ALSO Punisher au because that's a thing I needed apparently

Now the BET trifecta because they're open in a separate google tab to locate them when they update

@prettyboybuckley I am hitting you with a pillow full of love because your writing has me cackling and screaming while reading "This can't be love" like, probably the first BET fic I started reading and I can't sing enough praises about it (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

@xunandran again sharing with anyone that asks for recs because You're the two has me kicking my feet and wanting to throttle those three with love 👍🏼

@callofthecurlew This love is ours had me screaming at the screen but I love it and I'm hugging you too

^ this is to say go read their stuff because it's great 😌

Last but not least @sunglassesmish you are the lfj content mastermind and THIS post specifically lives rent free in my brain, I'd play it at my funeral 👍🏼 thank you for doing all that hard work (and giving me so many references for drawings) you're amazing ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

Anyway this is the max amount of love and kindness I can spread in a single word vomit idk how coherent it is lmao but seriously ily keep being great

[princessfbi]

*breaks into your house*

Hi! I wanna see the polyfire WIP if you may please 👀

You can thank @buddie-buddie for enabling me on that one.

Eddie snatched Buck's hair with an unforgiving fist and forced his head up. "Thank Daddy for giving you his cock."