we can sell that as sexy

jack || he/they || adult here for buddie, madney, and buckley sibs mostly also sometimes other things

[sunflowerbuckleys]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Word Count: 4478 Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Buck/Eddie, Buck&Christopher, Buck&Bobby, Buck&Maddie Characters: Buck, Eddie, Christopher, Maddie Tags: Grief/Mourning, Ghosts, Haunting, Post-Episode: s09e13 Mother's Boy

thanks to @tweetsongs for yelling about this with me, and to @eddiesgayladder and @sportsnarrative for betaing <3

tagging some people, but i know major character death isn't everyone's thing so no worries

@zinnydark @lesbucks @eddiesstabwound @mihidecet @circledwithaheart @poledancingghostson @soupfic @bucklesdiaz @damnit-buck @sinnabonka @perlaret @bugbugly @singitforthegirls @lesbianeddiesdiaz @bucksgreyhairs @hawkslonggoodbye @sintari @caffeinated-science @heyyoubuckaroo @exhausteddiaz @gayeddies @tanktopdiaz @icebergeddie @eventuallyyouwouldtoo @messyandhard @chefbuck

[evansbucks]

OLIVER STARK as EVAN 'BUCK' BUCKLEY 9-1-1 - S06 E13 · Mixed Feelings

[emziess]

Buck + Being left

[girlinstembuck]

evan buck buckley and his life being the opposite of taylor swift’s lyrics “actually, I always felt I must look better in the rear view”.

Always looking at people’s rear view. Love you evan buck buckley

[buckleysibz]

buck, chim & hen in treasure hunt [4.12]

[soupfic]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @rhodeys, @sunflowerbuckleys, and @poledancingghostson love you all 😘 mwah. As I'm going to (finally) be posting the second chapter of catholic guilt fic tomorrow, have a snippet of that!

"So," Eddie agrees, his stomach churning, making it feel like he can't get the beer down at all because there's no room in there besides the butterflies.

"It's okay that you haven't shared in group," Scott sips his Heineken, giving what Eddie thinks is supposed to be a comforting smile. "It took me a few weeks before I did. I was, uh, scared that people would be…you know, weird about the whole gay thing."

Eddie nods, sipping his own beer—a Yuengling since they mainly only had domestics on tap.

"Were they?" Eddie swallows, palms sweating where he's got them resting on his jeans.

Scott hiccups a laugh. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

"Fair," Eddie agrees. "But you could be a masochist for all I know."

And he wants to smack himself in the face for his foot-in-mouth disease, about how he can't seem to stop himself from a fucking innuendo. Or whatever that was.

"Well, I'm not," Scott smirks with a finger pointing at Eddie from where he's holding his pint.

They lapse into a silence that is typical of two people who don't know each other and are certainly not sure how much of their freak flag to fly in front of the other.

"Did you know?" Eddie asks, suddenly, not sure what compelled him other than the fact that it's a secret that is bursting at all his seams and desperate to be taken out of its jar, examined, poked, and prodded.

His head is buzzing, and it's not from the beer.

"Know what?" Scott tilts his head, reminding Eddie just a little of Buck.

God, he's so down bad.

"That I'm gay, too," Eddie supplies, eyes on Orange Bowl going on behind Scott's head. "Like, could you smell it on me or something?"

Scott looks bewildered, blinking rapidly at Eddie. "Not even a little bit. You said you lost your wife. I didn't suspect at all. Just…you were new and, I don't know, I just wanted to extend a welcome." He stops, takes a sip of his beer again. "You're gay?"

"Think so," Eddie admits, scrunching his face. It's somehow easy to admit to a stranger, to someone he doesn't think will tell anyone in his life.

"What made you realize?" Scott asks, voice low and compassionate. Maybe they could be friends, even if his eyes are still shifting around the bar to make sure no one is watching them.

Eddie snorts to himself, shrugging. "Fell in love with my best friend," he admits.

Scott softens, reaching a hand out for Eddie's on the table. Eddie wants to recoil, but he doesn't move, even as his eyes flick around the bar to check and see if anyone is paying attention to them. No one seems to be, but he still gets that uneasiness in his stomach. El Paso isn't small, but it isn't exactly big either.

"That's the quintessential gay experience, Eddie," Scott tells him.

"It is?" Eddie didn't know that.

tagging: @keeperofdragons @eddiesstabwound (yes i know you already got tagged and already did it and can't share your exchange fic but i'm tagging you anyway) @lesbucks @bucklesdiaz @circledwithaheart @grnchickenpox @graceful-ashes @cathcer1984 @sourwolfdiaz (you can share the fic we're working on if you want!) @bugbugly @redrosydiaz @twocutlines @queerstark @minalover @bedsidebuddie @agentsnickers @eventuallyyouwouldtoo @burntoobright @tsunamikaela and ANYONE ELSE WHO SEES THIS PLEASE TAG ME I WANNA READ YOUR FICS 💖💖💖

[poledancingghostson]

wip wednesday

let's see if I can get this out on my shitty data before this plane starts moving 😬 tagged by the loveliest @rhodeys and @sunflowerbuckleys 💛💛💛 i'm in sort of a hate everything i write mode atm but here's. something I wrote on my phone at a bar last night while listening to lost boys and lost boys (acoustic) on repeat

He goes to bed alone, but he never falls asleep that way. It's like clockwork, Buck's shadow in the doorway. Buck's fingers on his waist. Buck's lips against his skin. 

And it's always a rough, biting thing. Buck's face against the pillow, Eddie's hands pulling at his hair. They rarely kiss, and when they do, it's all teeth and tongue and heat.

And it's not what he's imagined–when he lets himself imagine. It's not warm lips and eye contact and muttered praises and soft mornings. But it's what they have. It's all they have. 

And when they come down–panting and sweaty and covered in bruising evidence of each other–Buck will wrap his arms around him. And he'll meet his eyes and hold them there–often for the first time all day. And he'll lay his head against Eddie's chest and he'll watch as his breathing steadies–as his face relaxes–peace finally settling into his tired muscles.

And when Eddie wakes up in the morning, the bed is always empty. 

The pleasure and the pain– it's a package deal. It always has been.

tagging @bucklesdiaz @lesbucks @burntoobright @damnit-buck @diazboys @soupfic sorry if you've already been tagged!! plane is moving ahhhhh

[emziess]

Buck & Bobby 9-1-1, S05E11

[whosoldherout]

I’m just glad that you’re still here to fuss over.

[sunflowerbuckleys]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by my beloveds @tweetsongs and @eddiesstabwound and i've got some werewolf buck to share! i really hope i can finish this tonight

A bite mark. Eddie's breath hitched. He understood. He could cling still to the rational, to denial. He could bury his face in the sand and forget what he'd seen, what he'd felt. But Buck was asking him not to. Hesitance stole over him, standing there with his hand on Buck's hip. Something between them was about to shatter, and Eddie feared the pieces would not fit back together. "Say something?" Buck asked, voice impossibly small. Eddie worked his jaw. Swallowed. At length, he said, "Last night was a full moon." "It was." "You …" Scared me. Licked my blood. Carried me in your arms like a toy. Killed someone, I think. "Saved me." "Is — is that okay?"

tagging @lesbucks @soupfic @poledancingghostson @zinnydark @circledwithaheart @bucksgreyhairs and @bucklesdiaz

[tweetsongs]

wip wednesday

tagged by @eddiesstabwound mwah my beloved <33 here's a bit more of the 118 kids in peril fic that i've been fiddling with!

And Denny is his best friend, in the 118. It’s different from Kasey, who’s his school best friend, or Artemis, who’s his discord best friend. Denny is-- Denny gets it. Denny is the one who he can always look at from across the room when the adults are being ridiculous. Who knows what it’s like to hear a knock on the door in the middle of the night. It’s an impossible thing to explain, to anyone outside of their little bubble. It’s an impossible thing to understand, until you’re standing at your parents’ bedside and wondering if you’re going to become an orphan.

If Denny dies, then--

No. Denny won’t die. Denny can’t die.

(There are no promises, Chris knows. There is no corner of the world that can offer perfect safety, not without a dad or a Buck. But Buck and dad aren’t here. Buck and dad are looking for them. And Chris, who has watched dad practice for his academy exams and looked over Buck as he pulled dozens of people from raging waters, well--

Right now, Chris is the closest thing to a dad or a Buck that anyone’s got.)

tagging @circledwithaheart @sunflowerbuckleys @mihidecet @glorious-spoon and whoever else has anything they're working on!

[eddiesstabwound]

wip wednesday

happy thursday! tagged by the always incredible @rhodeys <3 i've been working on a lil follow-up drabble (which is now over 1k and no longer a drabble) to it's okay, we're the best of friends. hopefully she'll be finished today and posted sometime soon :)

"Hi," Eddie breathes, eyes still raking over Buck's body. It's probably rude to stare this much but Eddie doesn't care about that either. He's pretty sure he's allowed to do that openly now, and it's not like Buck isn't staring back. His own brown button-up and dark blue jeans aren't anything new for him, but Buck seems to enjoy it so Eddie will let him look. "Hi," Buck replies, lips curving into a smile. "You look…" Eddie starts, trailing off as he flicks through a mental Rolodex of compliments for the right one. Gorgeous, astonishing, so fucking hot, like the rest of my life. None of them feel like the right thing to say. "Oh God," Buck's smile falters. "Bad? I wasn't sure about the top but Maddie said it was good, and I don't know where we're going so I wasn't sure what to wear. I can change! Do we have time for me to change? Would you mind waiting?" "No, Buck, no. You look good," Eddie lets his gaze flit to Buck's bicep one more time. It's the size of his head. "Like, really good."

tagging: @tweetsongs @sunflowerbuckleys @lesbucks @bucklesdiaz @circledwithaheart @dr-lizortecho @hawkslonggoodbye @tsunamikaela and anyone else who is working on stuff bc i wanna read it <3

[ratspiral]

heart eyes

[rotsnovelization]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER Revenge of the Sith (2005) dir. George Lucas

[emziess]

Welcome home, Eddie! 9-1-1, S04E14

[larval-tear]

dude wait. what if we got really close together so we feel safe

[summerofbuddieficrecs]

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[barbiebotox]

the mcr breakup is actually pretty funny when you think about how rayrard never stopped talking and mikey is gerard's younger brother so really it was just frank they weren't hanging out with .