#buck writes

[axefucked]

BUCK/ADAM

*horror sans. , african-american. eng/esp ok.

*fictive , aspd+autistic. minor.

*asks encouraged and loved , sourcemates too.

*i uhh write too. and take pictures. so look out ferr that!

[justheretothink]

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

Chapters: 18/18 (COMPLETE) Fandom: Borderlands, Tales from the Borderlands - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Handsome Jack/Rhys (Borderlands), Athena/Janey Springs, Ambiguous or Implied Relationship(s), Mad Moxxi/Nisha Kadam (mentioned), Minor or Background Relationship(s)

This is it, folks.

[axefucked]

* should i write, (and post), about a fandom that nun of my mutuals know?

* shall he write?

* yay

* nay

Voting ended onMay 7, 2025

[in-your-city-lights]

beginning of the Late Night Edits AU in which i end up w: a dream job, Murph as my boyfriend, and added to the naddpodcule

I am being miserable looking for jobs and find one for being an audio editor for a podcast, its remote w weekly turn arounds, and actual sound design skills is a plus, pays well etc etc. I apply to it without really checking who put up the listing.

I get an email back automated from the job application website that I get to do an interview, wear something nice semi masc leaning and all, I don't realize it's a job working at Naddpod until Murph is the one interviewing me. I go oh! I've listened to your show! I know they like it when people recognize them (correctly and specifically) and he goes oh! ok well then great you already know the sort of stuff we're looking for. He's super impressed and seems relieved and hires me and so on and I start the job remote getting episodes and sometimes on calls with Murph to figure out stuff. I don't intend to flirt I just compliment him and he becomes flustered.

At some point, in true Surprise Round fashion- I get a text from an unknown number saying "hey this is Emily I know youre the new person Murph brought on for editing we need to talk." I have full bars (surpise round ref) I text being like umm how did you get my number what's going on. She's like I know this sounds scammy let me just video call you. So she does and she has like two cats on her lap and peeks around a corner and then says quietly "Look Murph has been overworking himself and not actually giving you enough work. I told him to hire another person so he wouldn't burn out but he still is."

I'm like- "Okayy," (mentally finding it rad that Emily caused my dream job). "What- do you- want me to do something about it?"

"He won't listen to me and he keeps wanting to go easy on you. I think you might have to come over and physically pry him off of the computer."

"Come over?? I live far away??"

"I'll get you tix and all don't worry sbout it. Thats why I said I know its scammy but he hasn't been sleeping its getting bad Jake can shake him from it either. And I know Murph has a soft spot for you."

I can't process the last part I'm busy texting my housemate and polycule like contingency plans if I get kidnapped or stuck at an airport or something. I take the flight to LA and Emily picks me up and stuff and is like "Don't even worry theres a guest room and everything. You're not allergic to cats right?"

"No"

"Ok perfect. Murrphh, I have a surprise for you~"

"Huh what?" Murph in PJs with bloodshot eyes pokes his head out of his office and his eyebrows shoot up, "It's you! What?! Wait- what are you doing here? Are- are you okay? Are you like safe?"

"I dunno I could ask your wife the same thing..."

"Emily please don't tell me- you haave to tell me if you kidnapped this poor person from their house just to come what? hang out??"

Me and Emily share a glance,

"Soo maybe-" Emily smirks

"What! Oliver you have to tell me- did you come willingly? Full consent all that?"

"Yes. It was a little rushed but yes."

"Ok, well then- goodness Emily you nearly gave me a heart attack. Oh- you're a guest let's actually have like dinner how was um- how was your trip?" Murph evidently has snapped out of editing mode and is getting out actual real food and plates. Emily taps me on the shoulder winks and leaves. Murph looks up and exchanges a couple looks with his wife and looks at me and then puts out only two table settings.

"Do you drink? Uh we have wine, beer, hopefully no more smirnoff.."

"Um wine is good..."

"Great!"

Between the two glasses of wine and the warm lighting its far more romantic than it probably should be but somehow Murph doesn't take this as being off.

[cue first date via weirdest circumstances ever]

Over the next weeks I slide myself into Murph and Emily's routines with various cases of Emily subtly setting up me and Murph until finally he folds and asks me out on a real date.

Some months later I have a new routine of spend a few weeks in LA and the AxMurph household: editing with Murph, making him go to sleep, staying up late to post episodes, and then Murph making me go to sleep on time also so that work is split up at always either posted at midnight or fully the next day. (The patreon is happy about Murph getting enough and I get credited in the episode descriptions and sometimes at the end of episodes.) I go back and forth from where I normally live and LA. And everything is perfect and good forever with no problems ever at all. 🙂‍↕️

[in-your-city-lights]

a message in pink dust

FATAL3 is sitting on the top of a building with her x-ray specs trained on an armored truck parked at the bank across the street. He fiddles with a pendant, it looks almost like a washer but it's actually a calling coin, specifically Jack's- one of the few things that remained intact on his person. She always takes it on missions. 

He pauses for a second because he can tell someone is trying to telepathically call him. She is used to this power of hers, but doesnt know who this is calling her, or how they will make their message known. He stands and looks around when suddenly dive bombing from above, a falcon swoops and lands on his shoulder. She doesn't wince from the sharp talons, her leather jacket's concealed armor takes all the damage. 

"Hey beautiful, whatcha got for me?" He turns and notices a note tied to its leg. She crouches and lets the falcon hop off her shoulder and he carefully unties the message. It reads,

"He doesn't have to be dead. His story doesn't have to end. I can show you another way."

It is signed simply, "Garret"

[in-your-city-lights]

Jack had been "back" for about a day and Fatal still wasn't used to it. Six months ago, right after the sun went dark, Fatal had moved out of the FIST HQ makeshift dormitories into her own flat. He said it was to grieve Jack's death, it was more to hide her plan from the others. Fatal had overnight gotten exceptionally possessive and was adamant that if Jack was going to come back she had to be sure he wouldn't be able to leave her side this time. The chain bolted to the wall that trailed across the floor of his studio apartment to a sleeping figure curled up on the edge of his bed was Normal. This was all Fine and Regular and dare she say it Good.

[in-your-city-lights]

Fics for milo!

Evan Plays W Gender - spoon fed transfem who will never be transfem (and if all his struggles are based on mine MAYBE theres trans masc n trans fem solidarity)

jennifer body swap - handfeed dimension 20 fans the idea that the character who body swaps from male body to female body could be transmasc (most ppl were writing transfem which is fine but again spoonfed examples)

Not A Problem - nonsexual kink/intimacy whatever and unintentionally spoon-fed someone the affects of misogyny

@lucky-knight

[in-your-city-lights]

justin is stressed about what to get via for her birthday.

"i almost didn't even know olivia's birthday was soon, except that miranda happened to mention it." he's rambling, he still calls her olivia even though me and miranda call her via

we're walking through the bookstore holding hands I'm rubbing my thumb across his hand to try and soothe him.

via has stuffies on her bed like I do right?

yeah...

maybe one of these? i hold up a stuffed animal of a bird but I accidentally press something and it starts making bird sounds i drop it and we hastily retreat to the other sids of the store. we end up sitting on the floor backs against bookshelves somewhere in the back by the cookbooks where no one really goes. we talk for a long time and i let justin bounce his feelings off me and he ends up telling me about the time via caught a ladybug.

i spot this card when we're passing by the calendars and stationary and point it out. he smiles and gets the card simple but sentimental. as we leave the bookstore i kiss his hand that's in my own and justin isn't overthinking it anymore.