do you use a bookmark* when reading a physical book?
yes
no
secret third option
Remaining time: 6 days 3 hours
*an actual bookmark, or anything that functions as a bookmark, or even dogearring the page. anything other than simply remembering where you stopped...
I want you guys to know this shit not only makes my life better and easier, and consequently makes me like you more, but WAY MORE IMPORTANTLY could literally save someone's life.
Yes, eye strain sucks. Yes migraines are painful. Yes seizures are miserable. But every single epileptic seizure, to a very small but very much not zero degree, can just kill you. Seizures are horrible and dangerous - with aspiration and head trauma to take into account as well. Even if it's "not that much flashing" or it's "not that long" or "it's only a seizure" or whatever kind of excuse you may want to make - PLEASE think about photosensitive users when you interact with media
Anything with
Rapid change between different colors
Rapid change between light and dark frames
Anything that causes the value of the screen to change very majorly very quickly
Anything very color intensive/stressful for the eyes
Needs to be tagged with things like "flashing lights" "strobing" "eye strain" etc - NOT tags such as "photosensitive" or "epilepsy" bc we use those tags for our community
"Hey, Maddie." Buck begins, as he always does. God only knows how many voicemails he's left for his sister. He has no idea if she's getting them. He can't send her any mail because Doug will find them and destroy them. "So," he drags the word out. "I met someone tonight."
Buck laughs. "Not like that. I mean," he hums, "it could be like that. But I won't let it. Not after Abby and everything." Swallowing, Buck bites his lip. "I don't want to fall into a relationship, ya know? I want to see how I go as a single, not looking for love man."
The road noise fills the car with its strange rushing sound while Buck thinks about what Maddie would say.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he says petulantly. "Love finds you when you least expect it. That the universe will bring me someone special, yada yada yada." Buck even rolls his eyes. But there's a part of him that believes it, hopes for it. "His name's Eddie," Buck tells her softly. "And he's got the cutest kid, yeah I know, I saw one photo."
*
Buck leaves voicemails for Maddie. Buck meets Eddie. In no way should these be connected, and yet...
rules: make a poll with 10 of your favourite movies, they can be just 10 movies you loved seeing or your top 10 movies of all time, then tag people and let them choose
tagged by the ever wonderful @pandamothh
10 movies
Cinderella (2015 live action)
In My Father's Den
Dead Poets Society
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
You've Got Mail
Hamilton
Voicemails for Isabelle
Purple Heart
Happiness for Beginners
The Volcano: Rescue from Whakaari
Remaining time: 17 hours 27 minutes
no pressure tagging: @fanficmanic @grnchickenpox @sassay-fox @circledwithaheart @soupfic @graceful-ashes @booknerd0612 and anyone else that wants to
Ya know, sometimes things are cut because they're bad. When that happens, I say well done. Editing is an essential function of creating, good job making use of it. That idea you tried is a bad one, off to the bin it goes.
But no matter how you slice it, if it ain't on screen, it ain't canon.
tagged by @eddiesstabwound @sunflowerbuckleys @poledancingghostson @soupfic
More of my driving in the dark stab eddie fic
I think I posted the first snippet at a bad time so if you missed it it's here
Anyway finished my buck angst back to my Eddie angst.
This was the first bit I wrote for this fic and it takes place near the end
They're driving home, late at night. Maybe he should bring Buck to his own place instead of to his house.
Eddie drives. Eddie hates driving at night, even more after New Mexico. But he saw Buck limping and forced him into the passenger seat.
“Give me one reason, Eddie. C’mon, you can't try to end us before we've really started anything and not tell me why.” Buck breaks their tense silence a minute into the drive.
“I can give you 99 reasons.” Eddie says, flatly. It's too late for this conversation.
“Oh, am I up to 99 trials and tribulations now?” Buck bites back.
“No! No. It's not you. It's me.”
“Really?” Buck rolls his eyes. “Another line. Whatever Eddie.”
“What do you want from me, Buck?” Eddie stares at the road instead of looking at Buck.
“I want you to be honest. I want you to mean what you said.”
“I did mean it.”
“Then why the fuck are you pushing me away?”
Eddie can’t do this. Not while driving. He pulls over and turns into an empty parking lot. Cuts the engine and turns the headlights off.
np tagging @mihidecet @diazboys @damnit-buck and anyone else working on stuff
like you used to get summaries with zero extraneous tags just the fandom, name of the couple, rating (if that) and one or two lines of the person’s best elegiac prose on a massive white field of screen. There was a charming sort of minimalist brutalism to it that neither tumblr nor ao3 has been fully able to replicate
buck and eddie should be fucking slow and wet and sticky and sweaty. morning sex that drags and lingers and just builds and builds as they breath i love yous into each others mouths over and over again until they come at the same time. bodies stuck together just laying there and breathing heavy. and then they high five. and get up to start their day. together <3
“I think the sword and shield are plenty,” Buck sighs out, letting his parental responsibility take over as he lifts the helmet off Theo, revealing the five-year-old in full pout mode as Buck places the helmet on a table nearby.
“But I’m a knight, Buck,” he whines, letting his eyes go wider.
Buck ignores the chuckle escaping from Eddie behind him.
“A knight who needs to see, bug,” Buck responds, crouching down to Theo’s level. “You’re gonna defeat so many dragons already, we can’t have that silly helmet holding you back, hm?”
“Plus,” Eddie chimes in behind him, “we’ll get a flag instead. You can wave it proudly once the dragons are slayed.”
Theo’s smile returns.
Buck turns his head, glaring at Eddie for recommending even more merchandise.
Eddie just shrugs, biting his lip playfully as he gently fits the spare crown on Buck’s head.
“It’s better than the helmet,” Eddie offers, a shy smile on his face.
~Or: Buck and Eddie take Chris and Theo to Medieval Times. Their knight flirts with Eddie. Buck definitely doesn’t crash out about it.
(this is so soft and full of Eddie's love for Buck, even when Buck can't quite recognise it as such. It's a beautiful take on the family dynamic, soft and warm even as Buck goes a little bit insane over the knight flirting with Eddie)
fever dream tangerine sweat by unicornpoe
17.3k, rated E
A year ago at that bachelor party, so drunk he was draped across Buck’s lap with his nose buried in all the intoxicating silky heat beneath the notch of Buck’s jaw, Eddie asked Buck what he smelled like to him.
It’s not a question you’re supposed to ask, but Eddie forgets the rules sometimes. Ignores them. Things like that don’t matter between him and Buck, they never have.
He’s still not sure what he expected Buck to say. Nothing, maybe, which he assumed was the truth, Eddie’s scent faded to barely echo of what it should be. But Buck had taken Eddie’s jaw in one hand, had tipped his head back so the line of his neck was bared to Buck like an offering, had stopped to scent him with his mouth still open, had said against Eddie’s sweat-tacky skin, so low his voice thrummed in his chest, You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever met.
*
Eddie hasn’t gone into heat since he presented at seventeen. But living with an alpha who takes care of him for the first time in his life is about to change that.
(an A/B/O fic that's really interesting take on an omega not going into heat and how not just biology but emotions play into that. It's intense and emotion, sweet and sexy.)
tagged by my darlings @soupfic @cathcer1984 and @graceful-ashes
from an upcoming #bottomeddieweek wip
Here goes nothing. "Hey Siri. Call Eddie."
The phone rings once. Twice.
"Hey Buck."
"H-Hey, Eddie. Uh, you busy?"
"Not really, what's up? Wait. Aren't you supposed to be on a date right now?"
"Yeah, about that." Just wanting to get this over with, Buck rushes out the confession at almost a whisper, "Theyleftmecuffedtothebed."
"What was that?"
Sighing, Buck repeats it at full volume and with proper enunciation, "They left me cuffed to the bed."
Silence.
Then booming laughter that makes Buck grimace when it comes out tinny through the phone speaker. He can picture Eddie shaking his head as he chuckles out, "Only you."
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up," Buck grumbles, frowning at his phone.
Eddie does and Buck flips him off, telling him so, though the wall ends up being the recipient. Sorry wall.
"And why did they do that?" Eddie inquires with a teasing lilt.
"D-Doesn't matter. Just— Come release me, please."
"Already on my way. Stay put."
"Don't really have a choice," Buck grouches petulantly. When he receives no response, Buck wonders if the call dropped or if Eddie hung up even though he didn't hear the corresponding sound. "Hello?"
"You wanna try that again," comes through the speaker, and Buck just knows he's got a fucking eyebrow raised in challenge. Normally, Buck might bite back with some attitude but he has no recourse if Eddie doesn't come rescue him so he behaves, this time.
"Staying put."
Having gotten his way, Eddie cheerful informs Buck that he'll be there in ten and hangs up. This time Buck does hear the tone confirming the call ended.
Now he waits.
pouty frowny sleepy eddie diaz walking into his kitchen and then immediately just licking into his buck’s mouth as he steals that beautiful hot steamy cup of Their Shared Coffee from his best friend’s hand. best friend’s. that’s his best friend. and eddie just kissed him. it only takes him fifteen minutes to remember they’re not together and they’ve never kissed before. but now eddie’s in the shower and he’s just a man, so he might as well jerk off before he does anything about it
It's early, the sun barely tinging the sky pink when Eddie stumbles out of bed, shoving his feet into his slides, rubbing the grit from his eyes, the sound of his alarm still ringing in his ears. He is not a morning person, he has never been a morning person, vision dimmed and like his head is full of cotton wool for way longer than most people. Shift work and a kid has helped some but mostly he's forcing himself through his morning routine on autopilot, not fully awake until he's dressed, got through breakfast, in his truck and on his way.
He shuffles his way down the hall, walks softly past Chris's door; he doesn't have to be up for hours, no school today, Saturday, and no plans until the afternoon. The living room is tidy, Eddie notices that, Buck's blankets neatly folded at the end of the couch as usual, as he heads towards the kitchen, still barely cognizant of his own existence let alone anything around him.
Buck is leaning against the sink looking out into the garden. He's in his pajamas, less of a head start on getting ready than Eddie had assumed, his hair fluffy, curling up on one side and flattened to his head on the other, gingery stubble glinting on his cheeks. He's prepped lunch, something for Chris to eat when he wakes up most likely, and he turns when he hears Eddie come into the room.
'I made coffee,' he says, jerking his elbow in the direction of the Hildy but Eddie just steps closer, into Buck's space and the sleepy, familiar warmth of him.
'Thank god for you,' he says, his voice coming out rough, scratchy with disuse, as he snags Buck's mug, his free hand landing on Buck’s jaw, leaning in without further thought.
Buck's mouth is hot from the coffee, Eddie can taste it, dark and bitter the way Buck likes it, and he laps it up, stepping closer, tightening his grip. Buck makes a sound, caught in the back of his throat and his mouth opens wider on a gasp, letting Eddie in, the soft press of his tongue against Buck's teeth, sweeter and harder all at once.
One of Buck's hands jerks upwards, catching against Eddie's ribcage as if he isn't sure whether to pull him in or push him away. Eddie’s eyes flutter open, the sunlight painting their edges golden. He tilts his head, catching Buck's bottom lip between his teeth, soothing the sting with his tongue, rolling forward again as they find their rhythm, slower, shallower pecks into deeper, tonguing kisses. It's good and it's easy and Eddie loses time, loses breath, still half asleep and the taste of coffee entirely gone from Buck's mouth.
Almost as quick as it started, it stops. Eddie steps back, he's still holding Buck's coffee, hasn't even taken a sip. He prefers creamer and three sugars anyway and he needs to shower, setting the mug on the countertop and turning to head towards the bathroom. They can't be late for work.
Eddie turns on the shower and strips out of his clothes, stepping under the spray of the water, noting mildly that's he's half hard. He would be, Buck does that to him, pink and freshly kissed in their kitchen, pouted mouth bruised and slick with Eddie’s spit. Eddie touches his fingertips to his own bottom lip, the feeling of Buck's against him still beating there. The scrape of his stubble. Buck's lips on his. From when they were kissing, just now in the kitchen. His best friend Buck.
They don't do that. They've never done that. Except, it felt so right in the soft, early morning hush to step up to Buck and capture his mouth like that, to kiss him over a shared cup off coffee before he's even got his head on right.
Eddie looks down, fully hard now, and takes hold of his cock, insistent need blooming under his skin. He wants to do more than kissing with Buck, that's clear to him now. He wants to take him to bed and listen to every sound he can draw out of him, how sweetly yielding he knows Buck will be, how good he'd feel under Eddie, taking him. Eddie strokes himself faster and imagines fucking Buck hard, slow, quick, soft. His tongue feels too big for his mouth, his desire too big for his body with how much he wants it; more awake than he's ever been with this new knowledge.
They've been living in a strange sort of limbo ever since Eddie and Chris came back from El Paso, the raw edge of everything they've lived through enough to occasionally catch, sharper some days than others, but mostly it's been good. Mostly it's been as easy as kissing Buck in the kitchen just now.
Buck has been making noise about finding his own place because he can't keep sleeping on the sofa forever. Eddie doesn't want him to leave and yet he's still not found it in himself to ask him to stay. If he stayed he could share the bed with Eddie, share the couch when they watch TV with Chris, share the kitchen, share a whole life. That's what he wants. Buck by his side like always.
He squeezes his cock, close now, pumping his hand over his length, twisting his wrist and a thumb to the head. Buck kissed him back and if Buck did that he might want all those other things with Eddie too. He might get on his knees for Eddie, his back, he might let Eddie touch him all the ways he wants. He might let Eddie love him.
It rises quickly, then, pulsing hot, and he comes, stripping his cock hard and fast to the memory of Buck against him and the possibility of everything waiting for him just one room away. If Buck is still there, if he hasn't run out of the house in a panic as he's liable to do if Eddie doesn't keep a tight hold on him, grounded and secure.
Eddie gets out of the shower, no more than rinsed clean, and dries off quickly, shoving himself mostly damp back into his shorts and tank, hurrying back through the house, less than fifteen minutes after he left the kitchen. It's brighter now, the sun fully breaking over the line of houses past his back yard, and Buck is still standing where Eddie left him.
'You kissed me,' he says, dazed.
'I did,' Eddie nods.
'Why?'
Eddie shrugs, comes closer, 'seemed like the right thing to do. You want me to do it again?'
His heart is in his throat, he couldn't bear Buck turning him down, but he has to know if they can have this, now he's learned to want it.
'Yeah, Eddie,' says Buck, his eyes shining, bright and wet, 'I want you to kiss me all the time.'
Eddie crosses the room in two strides, catching hold of Buck with two hands, bringing them together again, as if they never stopped, and Buck melts into him, his hands on Eddie's waist. His touch isn’t tentative anymore, fisting in the fabric of Eddie’s top to pull him closer, lips parting on sigh, as Eddie licks into his mouth, desperate for another taste.
It's not mindless this time, both of them equally committed, and Eddie sweeps his thumb over Buck's jaw, to his chin, a hand to the frantic beating of his pulse. It makes Buck moan, everything spit and heat, reeling into each other. Eddie just came but he can feel it rising again, his arousal a dizzying, grasping thing and Buck is hard too, rocking against him, easy friction against Eddie's thigh on the brink of escalation.
They break apart at last, forehead to forehead, breathing hard. Eddie's hand is still clasped around Buck's throat, notched against his jaw, holding him steady as Buck sways into him. He drops his arm, palm to Buck's chest and the racing thrum of his heartbeat. Eddie just went through several epiphanies in the shower and he needs to be sure Buck is on the same page.
'This isn't just sex,' he says, meeting Buck's eyes, 'I don't just want that from you. I want it all, Buck. I love you.'
Buck smiles, beams, beautiful and freshly kissed and Eddie can't wait to do it again, do it a hundred times, do it until they've lost count.
'I—me too,' says Buck, breathless, 'I love you, too.'
Eddie leans in, kiss number three, and Buck meets him in the middle.
