#spoiler alert buck loves it

[buckleyskin]

THOMAS KINARD HAS A WHAT ??@;@:@3&:

[chronicowboy]

When Buck shows up on the Diaz doorstep with a vacant frown, Eddie is struck nauseous by the wave of hope that crests in him and the swoop of deep concern in his stomach. He leads Buck into the kitchen without a word, sets him down in a chair and fetches them both a beer from the fridge. He pops the caps off, sets one down in front of Buck, and retreats to lean back against the counter just in case this isn't the conversation he thinks it is.

They drink in a stifling quiet. Eddie watches every tiny micro expression that twitches across Buck's face, catches every tic of his fingers and jump of his leg. He watches and waits and most of all he sees.

"I misunderstood," Buck murmurs eventually, and Eddie has to physically bite down on the hope that rears its head at the words. He thinks back to a pink and yellow heart, an assignment failed correctly in Eddie's opinion.

"How so?" Eddie pushes gently when Buck wavers. Buck's eyes meet his then, for a single moment, heavy with something beyond the fizzle of a three-week-old relationship.

"I never actually asked her out." Buck takes another swig of beer, shakes his head. "She asked me for coffee that first time, but we really only talked about me."

"And the lightning?" Eddie asks. Buck nods.

"And then, we kept meeting up." Eddie holds a gulp of beer in his mouth to distract himself from the sharp stab of pain behind his sternum. "But we kept getting interrupted every time I tried to find out more about her. Every time I tried to talk about more than my death."

"Maybe the universe was screaming at you?" Eddie suggests just to hear Buck's huff of disbelieving laughter.

"Yeah, well, it was wasting its time." Buck leans back in his chair, takes a deep breath. "Natalia said enough for the universe."

Eddie swallows another mouthful of beer, washes his heart back down his throat and into his ribcage for safekeeping. He'd known, of course. He'd known this was going to happen. Eddie sees Buck, so of course he sees Buck's relationships too. He saw Buck still pining after Abby even when it was clear how it had already ended. He saw Ali's hesitance in the hospital waiting room and just knew this was too much for her to handle. He saw Taylor from the very beginning. And he saw Natalia too, even though he didn't really. But he knew a death doula asking death's best friend for coffee couldn't end well.

"I actually managed to ask her out on a date at lunch today." Buck sighs, deep and turbulent. "She was very nice about rejecting me. Seems, she thought I knew this was more of a professional interest than a personal one." He scoffs, drops his head into his hands. "Thing is, I know that now. Not just because she told me, but because I realised I was only really using her to come to terms with... everything?" He brings his head out of his hands, sets his chin on his palm, gazes up at Eddie with something breathtakingly honest in his eyes. "I just... I thought she could make my death mean something. I needed it to mean something."

"Buck," Eddie sighs, sits himself down in the chair opposite, "you know that's not how it works. There's no rhyme and reason to death. As much as we might want there to be. You can look for a reason all you'd like, but that's how people drive themselves insane." Eddie folds his arms over his chest.

"But I survived, Eddie," Buck says it like he's pleading, "surely that has to mean something."

"And it does," he concedes. "It means you're still here. With the people who love you." And maybe that's too honest for the quiet of the kitchen at half ten, but Eddie finds he doesn't care when Buck looks at him like this. He sits upright, braces himself on the tabletop. "You think any of my near deaths meant anything?" Buck flinches a little at that, looking down at his bottle chastened.

"I don't know." He shrugs. "But the helicopter brought you home, right? In the end?"

"Well," Eddie swallows every drop of bravery he can muster, "maybe the lightning brought you home too. In the end."

"Eddie," Buck breathes, "what?"

"You came here, Buck." Eddie smiles weakly, lets his eyes speak for him. "You came home."

Buck opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, clenches his jaw shut. He glances around the kitchen, drinking in every inch of it, the square spoon in the drying rack that Eddie knows Buck brought from his apartment, the collection of kitschy, overpriced zoo mugs in the cupboard Eddie had left open at the knock on the door, the Hildy coffeemaker that had been one expensive prank.

"I came home," Buck repeats softly. His eyes find their way back to Eddie's. "And I fell asleep on the couch."

"Yeah," Eddie breathes a soft chuckle, "you did."

"Oh."

"The couch will be waiting for you, Buck." Eddie stands, drops his empty bottle into the recycling. "Whenever you're ready, the couch, the home, the kid, all of it, it'll be waiting for you."

"When I'm ready?" Buck croaks.

"When you're ready." Eddie smiles. "We've got time, so take it."

[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Sunday Sentences

My turn to take my queer feels out on our freshly minted Bi Buck 🩷💜💙

tagged by the lovely @stereopticons @loserdiaz @tizniz @filet-o-feelings @diazsdimples @ladydorian05 @theotherbuckley absolutely loving everything you're putting out in the world (and obviously tagging you right back)

Next is the bisexual pride pin from Eddie that he prominently displays on his work duffle. Chris gives Buck his own gift, a Binosaur tee shirt that makes them both giggle. There’s a pink, purple and blue fidget spinner ring from Chim. A snapback embroidered with ‘I put the bi in bitch’ from Hen and Karen.

Athena bakes him cupcakes with tiny pride flags stuck in the frosting that’s also dusted with rainbow sugar crystals. Buck definitely never tells her how they unintentionally lead to the best sex he’s had in years after Tommy witnessed him shoving the entire treat in his mouth in one go.

Through his adult life, Buck has developed a certain taste for his personal decor and style. It’s rather minimalist, but it works for him. Still, he finds he enjoys adding these gifts of support and love from his family.

np tagging (lmk if you want added or removed) @shipperqueen6 @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @actuallyitsellie @bi-buckrights @chaosandwolves @daffi-990 @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @eowon @fortheloveofbuddie @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck @saybiwithme @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 @indestructibleheart @jesuisici33 @thekristen999 @lemonzestywrites @lizzie-bennetdarcy @loveyouanyway @monsterrae1 @rmd-writes @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @steadfastsaturnsrings @the-likesofus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @vanillahigh00 @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @welcometololaland @wikiangela @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @honestlydarkprincess @queerbuckleys and anyone else who wants to 😘

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday, mwah

hi, friends 🫶🏼 pls have a very late, semi-horny snippet from my 5+1(+1) fic

Shutting his eyes, Eddie tucks his face in the hollow of Buck’s throat and breathes in Buck’s sweaty, sleepy-soft scent. He hooks one of Buck’s legs in the bend of his arm, reaches down to grip the base of his length, and rubs the head of his cock against Buck’s slick, swollen hole before shoving all the way inside in one go.  Buck takes him easily, eagerly, wet and warm and fingered loose enough Eddie could’ve fit his whole fist if he tried. He arches up with a pretty sigh that hangs in his throat, raking his fingers through Eddie’s hair and grabbing tight to bring Eddie’s mouth down to his.  The kiss is dirty, deep and wet and messy. Eddie frames Buck’s face with his elbows, sucks on Buck’s tongue like it’s his lifeline, and Buck gives over a rush of perfect mewls that make Eddie’s tummy boil.  Fuzzy yellow light filters through the tall windows of their bedroom, warming Eddie’s back and ass and legs. He shivers, comfortable and held tight, held close, wrapped all up in Buck he’s not sure where either one of them begins and ends. Smiling, Eddie pulls away from Buck’s dirty kiss. “Hey, pretty boy,” he whispers softly, licking away the string of spit stretching between their mouths. Buck’s so cute when he’s full of cock, cross-eyed and slack-jawed and a little stupid with pleasure, like he’s good for nothing else except getting fucked. He shifts his hips back and fucks forward, hard, just to watch the way Buck’s lips part on a sigh of his name.  A little grin stretches across Buck’s lips because he knows how perfect he looks when he’s taking it. “Don’t have to flatter me,” he says, looping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “I’m a sure thing.”  “Asshole.” Eddie laughs, leaning into Buck’s touch. He’s warmer than the morning sunshine on his back. “You piss me off so much.”  “And yet you can’t keep your dick out of me.”  Eddie nuzzles along Buck’s cheek, across his chin and up, till he can kiss the tip of Buck’s nose. “Keep it up,” he says, pinching the back of Buck’s fat thigh, “and I’ll withhold my dick for a whole month.”  “Liar. You can’t resist me.”  “I can so resist you.”  Buck snorts, rolls his eyes, and pulls Eddie back down for a giggly, goofy kiss. 

it's so late so, but i was tagged by @watchyourbuck, @jesuisici33, @wildlife4life, @wikiangela, @exhuastedpigeon, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @loserdiaz, @callmenewbie, @daffi-990, and @ladydorian05 🫶🏼

[mcnecklong]

"Thats Athenas hand" look me in the eyes fucker.

Look me in the eyes and tell me you're ready for one of the firefam (cough Buck cough cough) to pull a half drowned woman out of the water, to find no pulse when they can't see her face, to lay her down under broken lighting and to see /Athena Grant / unmoving on the broken cruise ship floor under them.

Do you REALLY think you're ready for this?

[tan1shere]

Pay attention

Gamer ellie x female reader !

A/n: had this idea awhile back because I love gamer Els the idea is just amazing because I know she'd be a hard-core gamer. I too game but not in the way I know she would. Anyways I kinda dunno how I feel about this, I was lacking near the end with creativity but I hope you guys enjoy :)

Summary: the challenge wasn't easy, but could you resist your hot girlfriend ? Spoiler alert no

Warnings: COCKWARMING !! Soft dom Ellie. Sub reader, teasing, pet names, slight orgasm denial ??? Mdni ! And I think that's it

Masterlist

Her strap was deep inside you as you sat on her lap, your back against her front. Ellie had been gaming all day long, and truth be told. You missed her. So when she had the bright idea of the little challenge, how could you say no? She gently grabbed your face, rubbing her thumb across your cheek and says. "Go get my strap, I have a little test for you." It only intrigued you more. I mean, ofcourse you were going to get it but what possibly could this test be. As you came back over to give it to her she did what she needed to, getting back under the small blanket she had draped along her lap. She lifts it signaling for you to come sit. As you go over, in nothing but her t-shirt and underwear. You sit, in the position you're in currently. It grazing your walls.

"You're going to keep it in there ok? No protests no struggling. Keep your eye on the game, think you can do that?"

That was the challenge/test. And so far you thought you were doing pretty well. You were playing the game with ease, you found this challenge hardly challenging. But this was Ellie ofcourse she was going to make it harder for you. She leans back on the bed, resting her hands on the sheets, as she bucks her hips swiftly. Your eyes widen, making your breath hitch as you feel it move inside you, it only makes you mess up on the game. "Careful mama." You swallow, not only at the name but at every little thing she's doing right now. The strap feels as if it was deeper, she could feel the exact same thing. "Els.." She hums as you say that, only making your brain go fuzzy. "Don't struggle baby... remember what I said." Your eyes close, only for a second, remembering what she had said.

You open them again and look at the TV. Going to move the joystick on the controller. It was getting harder to focus as she fucks up into you, again. You let out a small moan, trying so hard not to make any noises. Your head turns slightly to look at her, she had a sly smirk on her face looking right at you. The next look she gave you made you instantly look back at the TV, you had to stay strong. Knowing exactly what she was up to. The neediness was increasing, you could feel it. Focusing was far from your mind right now. "Ellie." There was a silence. "Focus baby. Know you can." You didn't know why but you were starting to feel slightly frustrated. "Ellie i cant-" you breathe out, closing your eyes again. What on earth did you agree to. "Yes you can, youre doing so well." The praise goes straight to your head, resulting in you letting out a small moan. Wanting to move yourself on her strap. "Ellie please." You whine out. And she won. Making her smirk grow. She knew you'd lose this, she knew all along.

"This isn't fair.." You let out more breaths beginning to move, but she stills your hips. Letting out a tut. "The game isn't over pretty girl." You roll your eyes, swiveling on the strap, shocking her slightly as you push her down on the bed. "You're a dick." You say leaning to kiss her, wanting to wipe the growing smirk off her face. Knowing what you had just said boosted her ego more. She gladly kisses back, feeling you move on her strap. "Fuck you're hot." She mumbles against your lips, hungrily kissing you. Her hands move to your ass, lifting your her shirt up a tiny bit. As you keep the pace you could feel yourself getting tired, still with the same need as before. She notices this going to flip the two of you over. "Getting tired princess?" She lets out a small chuckle but you're too out of it to argue, letting out a small groan. And without any warning she thrusts deep and hard.

Earning a loud moan from you as you awaited her to move inside you for what felt like forever. "Oh my god-" You let out. She goes to your neck going to suck a purple mark, keeping her thrusts consistent. You could feel yourself getting closer to that amazing feeling when out of nowhere she stops inside you. "Thought I was going to go easy on you sweetheart?" You stare at her with your mouth hung open in shock, letting out another small whine. "Ellie." You wriggle underneath her, desperate for her movements. She just shakes her head. "Did you not just call me a dick a minute or two ago? Hmm?" Her tone was soft, nearly taunting. As she goes close to you ear, feeling her warm breath, sending shivers down your spine. "Y-yes-" She moves her face once you speak. "Well then, that wasn't very nice huh." At this point you weren't in the right mind to fight this. "Please Ellie please I need you so bad, I need you to fill me up so good." You blab, only for her to shut you up with a deep kiss. "Good girl, that's what I like to hear." You had to admit whenever she got like this it was insanely attractive and it only heightened your arousal. "Gunna keep being good and cum for me?" You nod, biting your lip as she begins to thrust into you again. "Words angel." "Yes." She smirks at you, speeding up a tiny bit more.

You felt it approaching quickly once again, having that knot tighten soon after, releasing with a loud moan. Her thrusts begin to slow just letting you get through your orgasm before she fully stops, pulling out of you and bringing your slightly shakey form into her chest. You try to catch your breath feeling more out of it then you were before. Everything was still and quiet. "That was a fun game." She blurts out, resulting in a small laugh from none other than you. "For you?" She then lays on her back. "You loved it." She states. You smile at her, going to crawl to lay on her, feeling genuinely exhausted. "Get some rest my love. I think I wore you out." You reply with a small hum, letting your eyes close, drifting into a deep sleep.

[buddierecs]

humour/crack buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

keep me as your finish line by: thatbuddie "spoiler alert: buck does fuck the guy in the showers. but that comes after nicknaming him big beautiful brown eyes, finding out his name is actually eddie, becoming his best friend, and falling madly in love with him." word count: 33k important tags: different first meeting au, pining, bisexual disaster!evan buckley, fluff, getting together i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by: aficatyourfingertips, brewrosemilk "eddie is an MMA fighter and buck thirsts on twitter" word count: 10k important tags: celebrity au, social media, texting, sexting like a dog with a bird at your door by: fleetinghearts "evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home" word count: 51k important tags: domestic, love confessions, friends to lovers, pining, eventual smut, hurt!eddie diaz, protective!evan buckley the kids had sex, chim by: whiskis "buck and eddie's extra activities got buck's voice all fucked up (pun intended)." word count: 5.3k important tags: established relationship, secret relationship, idiots in love, fluff, light dom/sub, blow jobs, face-fucking, coming untouched caught up in your curls by: smilingbuckley "after having been in el paso for awhile, taking care of his abuela, eddie can finally go home to los angeles. he fully expected his son to have changed over the past few weeks because he's a teenager, they change every day. what he didn't prepare for was buck, who suddenly has grown out his curls. curls eddie has a weakness for. it causes for some... interesting situations, until eddie reaches his breaking point." word count: 6.1k important tags: getting together, horny!eddie diaz, pining!eddie diaz, hair kink, soft!buddie, blow jobs, anal sex, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz,

raw denial by: honestlydarkprincess "the one where buck wears a shirt with a specific meaning and eddie kind of spirals about it." word count: 4.5k important tags: friends to lovers, anal sex, multiple orgasms, sir kink, praise kink, orgasm delay/denial, barebacking we don't need to play games like these (you won me long ago) by: withmeornotatall "five times buck was turned on by eddie's complete lack of rizz and the one time he realised what his new kink was for" word count: 10k important tags: domestic fluff, established relationship, developing relationship, smut, roleplay, boys in love don't chicken out, it's all good by: fromthebeginningthen "in which, eddie and buck go home and play gay chicken and it's a game until it's not." word count: 7.5k important tags: getting together, repressed!eddie diaz, demisexual!eddie diaz, panic attacks, emotional hurt/comfort, sexual tension, smut, frottage search history by: forgottenwords "buck makes dip and eddie has a crisis over his best-friends porn habits. they fall in love along the way." word count: 12k important tags: fluff, getting together, soft!buddie, mutual pining, domestic fluff blow jobs, anal sex, masturbation, nipple play, bottom!evan buckley, minor daddy kink and life rushes in by: catwalksalone "eddie runs into taylor kelly in a bar and learns a surprising new fact about his best friend." word count: 17k important tags: feelings realisation, feelings confessions, first time, top!eddie diaz, blow job

[ivegotyourbackbuddie]

Waiting for Eddie to come out to the firefam in s8 after going to a gay bar and telling everyone he didn’t feel like he had to perform there. And Buck wants to be happy for him, like he really does, but he has this heavy underlying feeling of… jealousy?

He immediately goes to Maddie to talk about things because he’s worried that Hen or Chim are going to call him homophobic which is slightly how he’s feeling except he’s bisexual so that doesn’t make sense. And he tells Maddie, “I’m just… really jealous that he came out right after me. Kind of… stole my thunder.”

And Maddie lets out a long suffering sigh and lectures him, “You can both come out around the same time without stealing each other’s thunder.” But it doesn’t make Buck feel better.

He comes back to Maddie when Eddie talks about the guys he’s been casually talking to, telling her, “I’m just jealous that he feels so comfortable talking about things. And I’m jealous that he’s exploring his options more than I have.”

And it’s something new every day. “I’m jealous that one of the guys he’s seeing brought him flowers by the station… I’m jealous that he’s able to pull off these new jeans so well for his dates… I’m jealous that this new guy is texting him all the time and making him laugh so loud… I’m jealous that this other guy is teaching him how to cook when that’s my thing!… I’m jealous that he gets hit on by guys during calls and always becomes this blushing, stuttering mess…”

One time, Buck is in Maddie living room, pacing back and forth nearly ripping his hair out - much to Jee’s amusement - and he’s ranting, “I’m jealous that the waiter at our restaurant thinks he’s cute, and don’t ask me how I know Maddie, it’s clear with the way he looks at him and gets all giddy and smiley. Completely unprofessional. And Eddie doesn’t even do anything. He just sits there and everyone is in love with him! And I get it that Eddie is hot and great, and you don’t need to tell me that, but it’s like suddenly all these men are hitting on him and- and where was that before, you know?”

“Or maybe you’re just now hyper aware of it.”

Buck just frowns at her.

Then, Maddie decides it’s finally time for the conversation. She takes a deep breath before suggesting, “And maybe you’re jealous about something else.”

She sees the way that the gears slowly turn in Buck’s head until he has a lightbulb moment and gasps, “You’re right!” And before Maddie can tell him that she’s so proud of him, Buck says, “I’m jealous that he hasn’t asked me to be his wingman and help him with all of this!”

And Maddie just sadly smiles at Buck and says, “I’m sure that’s it,” hoping that he’ll eventually figure it out on his own soon.

(Spoiler alert… he does not.)

[missmagooglie]

So I just reblogged a very thoughtful Hen and Karen character meta. And it got me thinking about Hen's arc this season. And the teasers have all kind of stressed Gerrard as being a central plot focus for Buck, stressing that Hen has bigger concerns at home and she has to toe the line with Gerrard so she doesn't lose Mara for good, but here's the thing. Here's the thing. I think THAT is the point of Gerrard. Hen has to find a way to serve under this odious man in a way that will prove she can handle the political pressures of leadership after failing to do so during her last stint as interim captain of the 118.

This got long, so under a cut it goes.

If you look at Hen across the past few seasons, and in particular if you look at last season, one of Hen's character traits that tends to cause her the most friction is that she does not compromise when she thinks (or knows) she's right. And this has historically been a huge source of strength for her. It's what allowed her to withstand Gerrard's captaincy the first time around. It's a huge part of what makes her an exemplary firefighter and paramedic.

It has also, in season 7 especially, been a huge hurdle for her when it comes to leadership. Hen is smart, she is driven, she is confident in herself and her decisions, and she absolutely does not know how to take "no" for an answer. And not once but TWICE in season 7, we saw Hen's conviction in her own assessment get her into trouble. The first was with Councilwoman Ortiz' son. As a paramedic, she absolutely made the right call. She correctly identified his inebriated state, and reallocated on site resources when he was belligerent toward Chimney and offered clear refusal of care. What Hen didn't do was think beyond the immediate facts of the scene and consider ways to limit liability if her assessment was wrong or there were facts she was unaware of (which, spoiler alert, there were. Of both the medical and political variety).

When Hen was being investigated, she did not respond the way an LAFD captain should have. She reacted personally, defensively. She correctly identified that the source of her trouble was political rather than personal, but she still defended herself on a personal basis rather than working with Chief Simpson to find a way to appease the grieving Councilwoman. She reacted as an individual facing a personal attack rather than a leader navigating a sticky political situation, and in the process made the investigation about her (lack of) wrongdoing. She thought that being vindicated would mark the end of her troubles, but instead she ended up making herself a target for a woman looking to blame someone for her grief. A savvy captain would have found a way to deflect attention and smooth things over with the Councilwoman to avoid long term repercussions with a powerful member of the city government, even if that meant accepting a carefully calculated token acknowledgement of blame (perhaps a vague and unspecified blame of the department overall rather than a specific individual, to reduce opportunities for reprisal) to appease the Councilwoman's pride.

Then, even after she was cleared of wrongdoing and reinstated within the span of a single shift, Hen was motivated BOTH by her love and loyalty to Bobby and Athena, but ALSO her own need to prove herself and her own instincts correct when she decides that instead of reporting back to the station to resume her post she was instead going to go against orders to comandeer a helicopter and fly into a hurricane well out of LAFD jurisdiction to try and rescue a cruise ship of unconfirmed status. And she did this with three of her direct reports in tow. Did she ask them to be there? Did she order them to follow her into that helicopter? No. But given that she was technically their commanding officer at the time, their actions were technically her responsibility.

Now again, Hen felt vindicated by the fact that she was RIGHT, the Uno was in dire distress, her blatant insubordination did save lives. But while her actions showed extraordinary individual heroism, they did NOT show the sort of steady, level-headed leadership Hen would need to earn a permanent promotion to Captain. She showed a willingness to do whatever needed to be done to solve the problem in front of her, but not an ability to think beyond the current problem and consider how to best serve the LAFD beyond the current emergency.

So how does all that relate to Gerrard? Well, first of all Hen made herself all but unpromotable in the eyes of Chief Simpson and undoubtedly the rest of the LADF brass, creating a leadership vacuum when Bobby retired unexpectedly. That gives the OPPORTUNITY for Gerrard to step in. But why Gerrard, specifically? Why not some new jackass to terrorize the 118?

Because everything Hen did to survive the first time she served under Gerrard leaned on her value as an individual. In order to grow into the leader the 118 needs, she'll have to survive Gerrard this go-round using completely different methods. And to make absolutely sure she experiences that growth, the show has conveniently given Hen PERSONAL STAKES that render her old methods of survival unusable. Everything Hen did to prove herself in the past involved bucking Gerrard's leadership, showing how capable she was even if it meant undermining him. Now, with Mara on the line, Hen has no choice but to toe the line and keep her nose clean. So how is she going to change tactics and work WITHIN the system? How is she going to show that she can follow regulations and orders she disagrees with, without sacrificing her dedication to doing her job to the utmost of her ability? How is Hen going to prove that she can make decisions that benefit the station and the department long-term while still giving the problem in front of her everything she's got? How can she balance the right thing to do RIGHT NOW with doing what's needed to serve the bigger picture?

If Hen meets Gerrard head-on with defiance and disdain, it will be proof that she has not grown in the intervening years any more than he has. Instead, Gerrard is going to be a test of Hen's ability to show genuine and meaningful leadership without recklessly flouting orders she may not agree with in favor of her own priorities.

Or at least, that's my hope.

[emmg]

Larian really did it, eh? They took one look at all the rich possibilities for complex, deeply layered antagonists and thought, "Nah, screw that. Let’s just make a devil who could probably cum just by looking at his own reflection." And somehow—somehow—it worked. Like, I know I’m showing up late to the party here, but holy hells, they cooked up Raphael, a mysterious, narcissistic, probably-can-suck-his-own-dick-until-he’s-cross-eyed kind of character, who has about as much emotional depth as a puddle of jizz. And the fandom? The fandom was like, “Oh yes, Daddy, I would like a side of that. And make it extra toxic.”

Let’s be real here, the man struts around like he’s the second coming of every goddamn god in the Realms, practically making love to his own shadow as it follows him around. And we're all like, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s my guy.” He’s the type who wakes up, glances at himself in the mirror, and you know the first words out of his mouth are, “How do you do it, you stunning, devastatingly perfect beast?”

And when he’s done looking at himself, he watches his own cum drip down the mirror like it’s some kind of divine art installation. He’s just standing there, all smug, probably biting his lip, admiring the drip as if it’s the Sistine Chapel and muttering, “Exquisite. Truly a masterpiece, Raphael. You outdo yourself again.”

And yet. And yet. Despite the fact that he lasts about as long in bed as it takes me to throw out any remaining shred of dignity I possess—spoiler alert, it’s not long at all—the fandom is still like, “Oh yes, give me that.” I mean, let’s call it what it is: Raphael is over here jerking off in front of a mirror, flexing his wings, probably biting his lip and winking at his reflection while moaning something like, “I’m the real devil here,” and somehow people are out there thirsting after him like he’s offering a five-course meal instead of trauma with a side of existential dread.

You know this guy practices his sexy monologues in the mirror every morning, right? There’s no way he doesn’t. He’s probably standing there, buck-ass naked, wings unfurled, saying something ridiculous like, “Oh, Tav, you poor fool. You never stood a chance,” while blowing a kiss to his own reflection. And you know the moment Tav walks in, he’s like, “Oh, didn’t see you there,” as if he wasn’t just mid-flex, trying to decide if his pecs or his horns were his best feature today.

Honestly, Raphael probably thinks missionary is an act of charity. He’s not trying to make anyone else feel good—he’s just giving you the honor of basking in his sheer, unfiltered glory. Meanwhile, you’re over here just happy to be involved while he’s thinking about how good his ass must look reflected in the chandelier above. He’s like, “Oh yes, you love this. Everyone loves this. I love this,” as if the entire experience is just him doing you a favor by letting you witness the seventh wonder of the world: him.

AO3 is out here churning out fanfiction like, “Raphael’s sweat dripped down his perfectly sculpted abs, glistening in the flickering candlelight of Avernus as Tav moaned, ‘Oh, Raphael, you’re just so… perfect.’ He smirked, flicking his tongue as if seduction were some high art only he had mastered,” and somehow we’re all reading this like, “Yes. Yes, please.” It’s ridiculous, but are we complaining? Absolutely not. But also what abs? The motherfucker is sipping wine all day and delegating every possible task to everyone but himself. He should have a beer gut.

AO3 has officially become the home for the weirdest, most insane, borderline illegal fantasies you didn’t know you had until Raphael walked in with that velvet voice and that “I’m better than everyone” attitude. And suddenly, you’re reading about how he’s chained Tav to a bed made of solid gold in a mansion on the second layer of Hell, calling her ‘mouse’ like it’s a goddamn pet name while he drafts another contract with one hand and—you know—‘negotiates’ with the other. Tav’s out here thinking, “I could stop this if I wanted,” but really, could she? Could anyone?

Oh, and let’s not forget the taglines on these fics: “Extreme narcissism,” “dubious consent,” “he’s an actual devil, what did you expect?”, “wingplay,” “weird infernal kinks you didn’t know existed,” and my personal favorite, “Raphael’s dick is bigger than his ego (which is saying something).” And somehow, people are eating it up like it’s the best goddamn wine from Avernus, despite the fact that Raphael is probably the kind of guy who’d finish in record time, look over at you, and say something like, “Well, aren’t you lucky to have had me?” before leaving to stare at himself in the mirror again.

At the end of the day, Raphael is the equivalent of someone giving you their business card after mediocre sex and telling you they’re free for a follow-up next Thursday. He’s probably sitting back after three minutes of glorified foreplay, sipping on some infernal wine, dribbling down his chest, cock half-hard and still leaking, saying, “That was a gift, darling. You’re welcome.” Meanwhile, you’re left there thinking, “Is it rude to ask for a refund?” You know he’s terrible for you, but like, what’s the alternative? Not letting him wreck your life? Ridiculous. Absolutely not.

This is the kind of fandom insanity we’ve built, folks. Raphael’s out here jerking off to his own reflection and smirking like he’s some kind of gift to the multiverse, while the rest of us are like, “Yes, Daddy, please tell me more about how you’ve single-handedly ruined my life and maybe take your shirt off while you’re at it.”

And what’s truly wild is that somehow, somehow, we’ve collectively managed to elevate this walking, talking narcissistic wet dream—this smarmy, self-obsessed devil with more self-love than a Greek god on steroids—into the sex icon of the year. Like, how? Raphael’s out here selling delusions of grandeur with a side of, “Oh, by the way, I will absolutely fuck you over, and you’ll thank me for it,” and the fandom’s response? We all just dropped our panties like it’s some kind of compulsory event. Logic? Gone. Self-respect? Out the window. It’s like we’re all standing in line with a collective, “Sir, yes, sir! Please ruin my life.”

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Roommates (stucky x reader)

3767 words

A/N: i'm writing this fic for...almost 6 months, i dreamed many times of stucky and their roommate. it was always hard to write i had seen in my dreams and to translate all i felt during those dreams. But here we are.

It's gonna be in idk many parts.

This one is a little introduction, and with slight angst.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

TW: fluff, light angst, polyamourous relationship. Steve and Bucky (they're a warning...) <...>= texting

Don't be shy, reblog, comment, like!

magnificient moodboard by the amazing @christywantspizza

divider by the talentuous : @firefly-graphics

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own.

Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3

When you had to find an apartment. You never thought to find yourself with two gentle giants for roommates. But here you are, one year later with Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers in a nice and homely appartement.

You knew them from college, they were friends of friends and when your last roommate kicked you out because she wanted to be alone with her boyfriend… the two big guys were nice enough to propose you to come and live with them for a while. “Yeah, don’t need to pressure yourself, doll, take your time to get back on your feet. We have enough rooms for three.”, told you Bucky. “And when you find a studio or something else, we’ll help you to move out and in, sweetheart.”, said Steve.

But one year later, you don’t want to move out. You like to be here with these two. Monday is Buck’s night for cooking. Tuesday, yours, Wednesday is Steve turns, Thursday is movie night with take outs or leftovers and Friday to Sunday is more like “who’s there, who’s eating at home, who wants to go out?” vibes.

Life is easy, and you were surprised to see that…they clean, like ALL the time. Steve is the tidiest of all of you. Buck tries to keep is mess in his bedroom and ask for help when he has too much “trash”.  Sunday is almost always the day where you all clean the appartement. You cook pancakes or waffles and then it’s time to give the appartement a little bit of a makeover. It’s always full of giggles and pinning. Like the time you found a boxer under the couch. Bucky was a blushing mess, saying it was from like two weeks ago when this girl came home with him after a night out. “But I respected the rules, we didn’t do anything on the couch”. Or the time, Steve found your vibrator under the bathroom cabinet, you just took it back and gave him an innocent smile and told him to forget about it. Spoiler alert: Steve didn’t forget that and was impatient to finally have the guts to ask you if you wanted to use it with him one day.

Today, it’s Friday. It’s the first slow day you have in weeks.  Steve is out with some friends and Bucky didn’t answer yet to tell you if he’ll be home tonight.

You decide to eat some leftovers and to watch for the hundredth time your favourite movie. Thirty minutes in, you hear the keys and then the door opens with a loud thud. An angry Bucky storms in the living room and lay on you without saying a word. He pushes his head between your breasts and groans. “Ok, hello to you too grumpy man. Can you tell me why you invade my space and doesn’t ask for my consent before shoving your head here?” Bucky starts to mumble fast, and you don’t understand anything.  You slap him gently on the back of his head. He stops and lifts his head to look at you. “Shitty day, shitty people. Need a stress relief. May I, doll, please?” he pouts and makes his best puppy eye.

Since you arrived, you realised that the two giants you lived with were very into physical touch. Bucky likes to lay on you meanwhile Steve likes to play with your hair during movie night or offers you little massages during them.

You never complain, you’re most of the time cold so this two are your personals heaters.

You start to massage Bucky’s head and this lovely idiot starts to act like a cat and purrs. “Did you eat?” he asks you.

“Yup, leftovers, there’s still some if you want.”

“The lasagna?”.

“Mmmh”.

The evening goes on. But you can feel that Bucky wants to ask you something. He’s fidgeting, more than usual, and can’t seem to stop touching you. He’s currently massaging your calf. “What is it, Buck?”.

He sighs, and sighs again before sitting up and looking you dead in the eye. “Can I kiss you, doll?”. First, you think he’s joking, but then his expression is too serious for your liking. “Like kiss me on the lips?”, you ask him.

“Yup.”

 “WHY?” you almost scream in shock.

He blushes and whispers “because you look beautiful, and I want to kiss you”.

“that’s a cheesy pick-up line, Barnes.”

He looks at you again and asks, “but does it work?” shyly you nod. You won’t lie, you already thought of what it would feel like to kiss Bucky, but you never really asked him, too scared to make thing awkward with your roommates. “So can I kiss you, doll face?” when you don’t say anything he gets closer, when his lips are almost touching yours, he murmurs “I need words, Y/N”.

You swallow loudly before saying “yes, you can, Bucky”.

Then his lips are on yours. The kiss is tender, lovely and your fingers grab his hair. His hands get under your shirt, and you shiver. You feel his tongue caresses your lower lips and you parted them. When both or your tongues meet, the kiss gets more and more passionate. Your legs circle instinctively his waist to bring him closer. When you need to breath you break the kiss and Bucky is panting above you. Pupils blown out and lips swollen. He’s more beautiful than ever. You smile, a little bit uncomfortable. You tap his cheek gently and whisper “gonna go to toilets, sorry”. He nods and lets you go.

Bucky can’t wait to tell Steve what happened.

Two weeks later, Bucky has never once talk about the kiss… at least with you. You didn’t either. You felt weird. Not in a bad way, you wanted to start again, to try again and see if the kiss made you feel again all dizzy and warm.

But for now, you are alone with Steve. Bucky went home to see his family.

“Truth or dare, sweets?” asks Steve from the kitchen.

“Really, aren’t we like to old or outnumbered to play this game?” he snorts and come back with your cocktail and his beer.

“Nope, it’ll be fun”.

“If you say so, truth” you reply.

After maybe twenty minutes, you have to say that he is right, you’re having fun. You told secrets that both of you had never tell and you did some fun dares. But now, Steve wanted to ask you to kiss him.

He spoke with Bucky, and he was jealous. He’s best friend had the guts to kiss you, when he was too afraid to be rejected. But tonight, with the alcohol in his system he feels powerful.

“I dare you to kiss me…with tongues!”, he declares. You laugh because he made a move with his tongue, but you accept the dare. Why not try and see if your attraction for Steve is the same as for Bucky?

When your lips touch his. You feel sparkles down your spine. When you lick his lips with your tongue and he part his, you feel hot all over. His hands go to your waist, and he places you on his lap.  And like with Bucky it gets heated pretty fast. And like with Bucky, you end the kiss and excuse yourself to go to the toilets

&lt;Stevie: I did it, buck.

Bucky: how does that feel, punk?

Stevie: like a dream came true, but I don’t want to scare her. We are not playing fair.

Bucky: I know, we must discuss that the three of us when I get back.

Stevie: what if she says no. What if she wants to be just with you.

Bucky: or you…

Stevie: I am sure she likes you more.

Bucky: stop, Steve. We don’t know what she feels. Did she kiss you back? Like really kiss you.

Stevie: yup…that was so hot. She did the thing with her tongue you told me about.>

“Stevie?” you say when you come back in the living room.

“Yup?”.

“I-I think I’ll go to bed. See you tomorrow?” you ask shyly.

“Sleep well, sweetheart, brunch is on me!”. You kiss his cheek and retrieve to your bedroom.

&lt;Y/N: I kissed Steve.

Nat: WHAT? AFTER BUCKY?

Y/N: we were playing truth or dare. He dared me to kiss him. (with tongues, his words, not mine)

Nat: and ?

Y/N: I don’t know what I am supposed to do now. I felt the exact same thing with Bucky and Steve. And you know I don’t feel much when I kissed guys until I am pretty attached to them.

Nat: yeah I know…you and your demi-sexual thing.

Y/N: scuse you bisexual girl who dates only nerds guy. How’s Bruce?

Nat: currently massagin’ my feet so perfect. But you need to talk to them. I am sure they’re planning something.

Y/N: planning smth?

Nat: ask them. Good night, babe.>

What you didn’t know, it’s that before you join them in the appartement. Bucky and Steve had a thing, that only Natasha knows. They are best friends, sure, but they’re also lovers. They only tend to be like that when you are not around, since you moved in.

You are not going to lie to yourself, you are feeling bad to have kiss your two roommates. And you are feeling worse to have like it, both time and even considering doing it again.

This Saturday, you come back from a little walk with Natasha. When you arrive, the appartement is quiet, a little bit to quiet. No one is in the living room and the door from Bucky’s room is wide open and empty, but the room from Steve is closed. You wait to hear something, like Steve has a girl around, but nothing.

You go there and knock. Steve’s voice comes to you in a grumble “yeah?”, “Hello, just to let you know I am home. “, you say.

 “Oh hey, little one, ok, we’ll be there soon for dinner.”

You can’t stop your question “We?”. You hear Steve chuckles and then he invites you in.

“Buck and I, sweets, who else?” he says when you open the door.

Steve is on his back with Bucky curled onto his side, sound asleep. You saw them bro cuddling now and then, but never like that. You raise an eyebrow but don’t say anything. Bucky has hard days and seems to find comfort in cuddling. “I have an empty space right here” teases Steve and tapping the other side of him. You hesitate and decide to go and join the cuddle. You lay down beside Steve, his arm goes around your waist. You put your hand on his chest, just beside Bucky’s hand.

 “He’s ok?” you ask quietly.

“Bad day, really bad one.”, answers Steve.  Automatically, you caress Bucky’s cheek and pass your finger in his hair. “How was your day with Natty?”.

“Good, really nice.”, you smile at Steve.

In your walk with Nat, you arrived at this conclusion: no need to put words for now, just enjoy the feeling of being close to those two wonderful men. So, you enjoy the cuddle and to pass your fingers in Bucky hair, while Steve caress your hip. You’re at peace. You’ve never felt like this with any of your ex’s.

Maybe they talked to each other, and they know that you have kissed each of them, maybe you can tell Steve now and Bucky when he wakes up. Maybe, just maybe you are, and they are into polyamorous relationship. Maybe…

“Stevie?” you murmur in his neck, he smells divine as always, citrus and pine. He hums in response. “I…I kissed Bucky before I kissed you.” His hand still on your waist and he squeezes it.

“Yeah, same Sweetheart, I kissed him before I kissed you.” You sit up, not sure to have truly heard what he said.

“Wait, what?”. Steve grins at you, then he turns his head to Bucky and kisses him on his forehead. Buck sighs in his sleep and get more comfortable on Steve. His leg goes on his thighs, and he tightens his grip around the waist. He looks peaceful. “You’ve kissed?”, Steve shrugs but his smile tells you everything you need.

You weren’t expecting that, of course not, but why are you not more shocked or disturbed? You look at them and it’s like the missing piece of the puzzle in your head. Everything starts to make sense, or you have more questions that need answers. “I always thought that your friendship was more than that”, you think out loud. Steve chuckles while Bucky stirs in his sleep. He tucks himself more onto Steve and his hand, who was on his stomach, goes right to Steve’s crotch. And the blond does nothing to stop him, well not exactly nothing, he’s looking at you and when he sees your expression, he gently takes bucky hand et brings it back to his sternum.

“I think we need to talk the three of us, Sweets” he whispers to you. You can only nod and keep staring at their interlaced hands. “We don’t want to scare you away, you know?”,

“Scare me away?”, you ask intrigue.

“Yeah, by telling you our little secret.” You stay silent, not sure you want to acknowledge the truth just yet…because it doesn’t scare you at all, it turns you on more and that’s what scares you, you almost feel like a creep.

“I would have never judged you. You can love who you want” you finally say. Steve smiles and brings you closed once again. You put your hand on top of theirs. For the first time in a long time, you feel complete and that stress you out.

The next day, you all decide to have THE discussion. It’s just after your usual Sunday brunch. The guys are doing the dishes and you just looking in the void. Your mind is racing. What if it just a dream, what if they pranked you?

“Dollface? You’re with us?” calls you Bucky. You blink twice to focus on them again. They are smiling, and you get butterflies.

“Yeah, I am” you whisper.

“Good, good, so…” starts Steve. And then he explains everything, his relationship with Bucky, their attraction for you since they met you. You listen, stunned by their revelations. Bucky points out some details and makes you giggle. You feel shy and powerful. The more they talk, the more they stare at you with love and lust. You have the last word; you are the one who has to say yes or no.  You take a big breath and ask, “How would it works?”.

They are taken aback; Bucky takes Steve’s hand under the table and squeeze it hard. “If we try this throuple, we have to make rules, right?” You sound so confident; Steve’s heart is beating fast.

“Yeah, we need rules for the start, to try and navigate in this together” states Bucky. You nod and smile. Then you get up and round the table to go to their side. You see their hands and chuckle.

 “No more hiding now, show me those hands, guys”. They laugh and put their hands on the table, you place both of your hand on their neck. It feels good, you like that they don’t have the same texture, but they both soft. They lean against you and close their eyes.

 “I feel like I just solved a puzzle” murmurs Bucky. “Is it weird?” he asks.

 “I don’t know, don’t feel weird. “, you answer. Steve is the first to move, he stands up and takes your hand and Bucky’s and goes on the couch. He sits down and puts you on his laps. Bucky takes your calf and cuddle against Steve. One of Steve’s arms is around your waist and the other is around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky has one arm around Steve waist and the other on your legs. You put your hand on each one of them that touches you.

 After a moment of silence, you ask” Can we kiss again?”.

 “Yes, please” they said in unison. “I want to see you kiss” you murmur.  They don’t move, Steve’s blushing, while Bucky is looking at you. You put your hands on their chins and turn their faces, so they face each other. “Please, can I see you kiss?”. Your gentle command makes them move. Slowly they approach each other lips. When they start kissing, it’s sensual, loving and you get flustered. It’s hot, you never thought that looking at two people kissing would be this sexy. Then Bucky does something that makes Steve moans. You did once or twice hear him having someone around, but he has never moaned like that. Steve’s hand on your hip squeezes your flesh. Steve breaks the kiss first; Bucky bites his lower lip.

 “You turn, doll face”, growls Bucky. You expect him to kiss you, but he does the same as you did, take your chin between his fingers, and make you face Steve. You kiss the blond; you try some of your trick to make him moan like Bucky and when you succeed you break the kiss and turn your intention on Buck. He smiles at you, and you smile back, before going to kiss him. With Bucky, each of you fight for dominance. You move on Steve’s lap and after a while, you feel him getting hard under you. Suddenly the reality of the situation strikes, and you start to panic.

You get up and say, “I’m going to the toilets”. Bucky and Steve watch you go, and they try not to laugh, because they recognise a pattern there.

Your room is next to the toilets and when you go out, you look at your bed and you really want to hide yourself. But why would you hide? You take a deep breath before going back in the living room.

They are whispering to each other, Bucky seems unhappy, while Steve tries to calm him down. “hey, guys!”, they turn their heads so fast, you’re sure they’re going to bump into each other and you giggle. “ehm, sorry to ran away, could we…could we go in my room? For more privacy?”

Steve is the first to get up, Bucky looks at you strangely “privacy of what? we are the only one here” he says in a cold voice.

“Bucky” warns Steve.

 You sigh and smile “No he’s right Steve. Bucky, I know that we are alone, but I would feel better and safer in my room…because it’s new to me and I need to navigate around all of that…around this new us. If that makes sense?”

Bucky relaxes and nods, standing up, “makes sense, sorry.” You wait for them to come close to you before you take each of their hand and guide them into your room.

“Where do we sleep?”, you ask.

“Let’s just say, that we can sleep on our own or together, but no pressure” answers Steve. You smile and walk into your room, sitting on your bed facing them.

Bucky is the first to go lay and waits for Steve and you. “Doll, in the middle” he commands. You giggle and do as he say, loving the few times you find yourself engulf between those two sweet giants.

Steve follows you and sighs. “Love the smell of your sheets, sweetheart”. You smile at him and blushes.

“I use the same wash as you…”, he laughs softly and kisses your cheek.

“But it still smells like you.” He boops your nose and you giggle shyly. Bucky brings you close to him, and he kisses your neck, making you shudder.

“When did you know?”, he asks you.

“When I did know what, bucky?”

“That you liked both of us”.

This question, you’ve been asking it to yourself for weeks now. But honestly, it just came along the way. The fact that they opened their home for you, that they’ve always been there since. Always have a shoulder to lay on, someone to rely on. You’ve never felt alone since you moved in here. You tell them that and they both smile, Steve strokes your cheeks and Bucky your hip. You feel safe, understood, and complete.

Then, they both lean in and kiss you. A three-way kiss, that left you breathless and panting. You look at them and you smile, stroking their chin with your thumb, loving the difference of texture. Steve is shaved, while bucky always have a three-day beard. You pass your thumb on their lips and bucky groans, pupils wide, the blue of his eyes almost inexistant.

“You’ve freed the beast”, chuckles Steve, who’s biting his lip.  

“Y/N, Sweetheart?”, whispers Steve. You try to focus on him, but flashback holds you in your terror.

You look between them, and you take a shaky breath. “Oh, yeah?”. Bucky nods and starts to pempers kisses on your cheek and neck.

“Can I kiss you doll?”. You nod and he kisses you tenderly, deeply, you let him have the dominance in that kiss. It feels good, but then his hands wonder on your body, and you start to panic. Bad memories coming back to you. You try to tell him to stop, but then Steve joins him and you freeze, panic taking hold of you, and you feel hopeless, unable to tell them to stop. You whimper and they stop everything they do and look at you. Your eyes are tearing up and you’re heaving, fright written on your face.

Bucky looks at Steve and he’s panicking; the blond understands he must be stronger for both of you. “Buck, it’s okay, she must have…”, they look at each other and remembered the time you came home totally shaking and afraid. It was just before you dump your last friend with benefits.

“Rumlow”, growls Bucky. “I’m gonna end him”.

You take bucky hand and holds it tight. “don’t leave me.”

“I’m not, I’m here doll.” You nod and looks at Steve.

“I won’t either, sweetheart, I’ll stay here with you. Just take a deep breath for us?”. You nod and do some breathing exercise, following what Steve does and then Bucky when he joins in.

“So-sorry”, you murmur, unable to look at them, fiddling with your nails. One hand goes on yours and then another.

“No need to be sorry”, they said in unison, their soothing voice calming you even more.

“it’s a lot.”

“Then we take our time.”, says Steve softly.

“Yeah, you’re stuck with us now”, jokes gently Bucky and that makes you smile.  

part 2

[i-will-say-what-i-believe]

SPOILER ALERT🚨⚠️

There's a spoiler going around that Tommy is actually Jonah's boyfriend & buldozed into Eddie's life to get to Chimney, realized Buck is an easy target who will offer direct access to Chimney & went after him.

I mean....sounds like an AO3 ff but THAT is a REMARKABLE plot twist if it was real.

Buck realizing going after the "new cool guy" wasn't the right move, would be SATISFYING to watch as well🤭

But alas, they won't give any interesting plot to their pretty white boy anyway. So I'm pretty sure its fake lol.

PS: Don't @ me saying this is not going to happen. READ my post clearly first. I know.

And don't send anons too just because you CANNOT FUCKING READ!😂

Yes this would be AMAZING because I LOVE a well crafted serial k*ller plot😁

And there's NOTHING more exciting than an infiltrator 🤩🤩

[lenaboskow]

idk about other people but unless you're a robot and not a human over time you will tend to be annoyed and frustrated and angry that your significant other prioritizes someone else over you. Like I'm sorry that Tommy is a plot device for Buddie and he's going to be used to make Buck realize that he's in love with Eddie, but Tommy is gonna connect those dots especially if Buck makes it a habit of prioritizing Eddie over him which spoiler alert is probably what will happen.

if buck leaves tommy for eddie again, it's over. point blank. it'll be the third time a date was cut short because of eddie, assuming he was actually going to tommy after the locker room scene. the first time would've been their first date, second in 7x09, and third in 7x10. three strikes and you're out babe :)

[dreamsinthewitchouse]

Because I'm me, I just had to make a moodboard for this buddie AU @bigassbowlingballhead dreamed up for me. 💕

Eddie is a soft he/they barista with a nose ring and a way of making every single customer melt under his gentle attention. Not only does he know everyone's order by heart (or tenderly talk them into trying new things they’ll inevitably love), he knows about their lives; asks them about their weekends and how their jobs are going.

Buck is the motorcycle-driving bad boy new hire who wants to seem tough but is immediately charmed by Eddie and imprints on him like a duckling (and who also just really needs to be told he’s good). 

(Spoiler alert: they fall in love, become cat dads and get matching cat tattoos.)

[buckevantommy]

your tags on that lou vampire video are so good please tell me more 🧛‍♂️

you mean this post. ok, so here’s a refresh: 

#AU where actor!tommy is in the middle of taping a screen test when the crew gets attacked by vamps- and he doesn't just get #attacked. he gets turned. and the tape somehow survives and years later buck stumbles upon it- maybe he's a pi or investigative #journalist or maybe he's trying to track down the thing that killed his brother (spoiler alert: it was the vamp that turned tommy #-but buck wrongly thinks that tommy was the one who killed daniel). and this could go one of two ways: either buck has already #crossed paths with tommy by chance and had no clue who or what he was -and MAYBE tommy planned it bc he's keeping tabs #on evan bc he knows evan is tracking tommy's maker and he wants to keep evan from getting hurt (because btw: tommy is #a good vmapire; he doesn't kill people. only drinks donated blood + animals etc.) so buck finds the tape and is like: ??!!! #i met that guy!! and proceeds to track him down with intent to kill but ALSO he's slightly kinda hesitant bc they had A Moment #and tommy was sweet and kind and handsome and— no. it must've been an act..

OR: there's the version of events where #buck finds the tape and tracks down this tommy guy knowing what he is when they first meet BUT tommy has no idea who evan is. #and maybe they're in a bar and evan flirts his way into tommy's company and tommy is just vibing yknow? and then they're#leaving together and buck is about to strike- but then tommy smells something and ends up saving buck from another vamp #-one who still works for tommy's maker- who is trying to kill buck before buck finds him. anyway tommy shows his strength #+ speed + healing + fangs during the altercation so he knows he can't hide from evan anymore but he insists he doesn't hurt humans. #and buck.. doesn't reveal what he knows. he chooses to play the long game bc maybe tommy can also lead him to his maker #and he can end them all. of course that means working together in the meantime: cue buck reluctantly falling for tommy #and refusing to admit it and hating himself for feeling any fondness for tommy. he doesn't trust tommy he can't— and he has a bit #of a breakdown and tommy is like: what's going on?? are you ok?? and buck gets angry and lashes out that tommy killed his brother #-so much for waiting for the opportune moment. but tommy.. looks horrified (for buck) and also confused. but neither of them #have time to dwell on that bc they're both being hunted. tommy saves buck again but buck can't do this- he doesn't kill tommy but #he goes his own way to track down tommy's maker. tommy warns him it's dangerous but buck doesn't heed it-

which results in buck #soon being kidnapped and hurt and partially drained by the vamp lackeys. he tries to get free but he's too weak. but then tommy is there #he rescues buck and saves his life and kills all but one of the vamps bc he wants info on his maker; he practically tortures the thing #but it works he gets the info while evan watches on. and tommy promised he'd spare the vamp- he lied. he kills it and evan is like: ? #i thought u said u weren't a killer. and tommy just: i'm not. but they hurt you. and buck just: .... he lets that mindfuckery sink in. #and then maybe tommy opens up to buck -maybe buck insists he share- about the night tommy was turned and more. #anyway. now they pair up to track down tommy's maker and end him. and they're both so reluctant to fall in love... but it happens anyway. 

this lou photoshoot (specifically this wet shirt pic) actually inspired some vamp thoughts a few weeks ago, but more of an older vampire tommy not one who was only turned a few decades ago per the above tag rambles. and this leather-clad lou photoshoot inspires a badboy vampire mafia vibe. 

but the above rambles? this is the vibe of tommy after he was first turned: 

and then, a few decades later, i’m thinking of a more casual looking tommy (like this lou photoshoot) who blends in with the crowd but is still suave af: 

as for buck? he’s lowkey but with a few tight-sleeve shirts ofc.. 

i give you my visuals nonny bc i don't have anything else in mind for the plot, except to say there would be plenty of canon faces scattered throughout. gerrard was probably tommy's maker. hen and chim and the rest make appearances as humans. happy ending with buck and tommy getting together, but i envision a rather angsty plot with some sunshine threaded through.

[bigfootsmom]

Hi, yes, your girldads bucktommy fic sounds amazing! I would love to chat about it!

Yayayaya!!!!!

Buck and Tommy both have their insecurities about being fathers. Tommy is afraid of being an older first time father and he’s afraid that he won’t be able to care for Annie how he should when she gets older and the “burden” will fall too hard on buck and buck will become too overworked and tired and lose his brightness. That’s what happened to tommys mom because his dad was a deadbeat asshole that never pulled his weight and eventually his mom had enough, got too wrung out and just up and left.

Buck struggles with the fact that there isn’t much representation for fathers like him out there. He’s constantly barraged with “mommy and me” blogs and websites when he’s trying to do research on pregnancy and it’s very disheartening and leaves him feeling self conscious at times. Just also everything about being a Buckley just weighing down on him and even though he’s always wanted a family he’s suddenly second guessing everything because he doesn’t have a good model for fatherhood (spoiler alert: he does. It’s Bobby.)