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evanbuckleyrecs · 9 months
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Title: find a way to you (if it kills me)
Written by: foxwatson
Rated: M
Catagories: m/m
Warnings: none
Relationships: Buck/Eddie
Tags: Christopher Diaz Had Two Dads, Evan Buckley is Christopher Diaz's Parent, Pining, Mutual Pining, this fic ended up being more about parenthood than i thought, but it is also still about pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Slow Burn, idiots to Lovers, you may not believe me about that rag til the end but then you'll see, First Kiss, Getting Together, Making Out
Words: 19,572
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It’s something about the way Eddie phrases it. Something about the combination of his words and the way he’s staring down at the floor, and the flush in his cheeks and the way he’s fidgeting. Buck thinks, abruptly, he’s going to ask me on a date.
“Well I - wanted to tell you first, and I need someone to watch Chris, anyways - I know he’s getting old enough now he doesn’t like feeling like he’s got a babysitter, so I was hoping - sorry. Not the point. Uh. I have a date on Saturday.”
Just as abruptly as his own hopes had come soaring up above the cloud cover of his own unawareness - they go crashing back down to the floor - to the basement, and into the mud. “A date?” Buck rasps out.
or - the one where eddie decides to start dating again, buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief
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thatdelusionalnerd · 2 months
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ATTENTION TUMBLR
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CHOCOLATE GUY'S BIRTHDAY IS IDES OF MARCH
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This white man is trustworthy in the kitchen
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windwheeler-aster · 1 year
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hello!! i wanted to show my cyno simping build. he’s not fully complete/built yet (as artifact and talent farming STILL need to be done) but i wanted to show off what I have now :) 
(critique is welcome)
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ackee · 4 months
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these tags on a post i made yesterday are so funny to me bc so many people will tell budding artists "just make fanart to build an audience and then sneak in oc art!" like idk how to tell you that shit do not work. it really and truly do not and here is the proof !
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mov24 · 7 months
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This white man is trustworthy in the kitchen
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allgremlinart · 3 months
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LOVE korra fandom actually. it's considerably smaller and therefore considerably less annoying . falalalalaaaa we dont even have twink wars here .. you WISH...
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byierficrecs · 7 months
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❝ tried and true blue ❞ author: @parkitaco
link: archiveofourown.org/works/46712890
personal blog || submit a story || support me on ko-fi 🍂
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moonsnqil · 19 days
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i've had an aftg apocalypse au idea stuck in my head for a week now and it's making me extremely sad actually
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evanbuckleyrecs · 9 months
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Title: he never thinks of me (except when i'm on TV)
Written by: heartbeatdiaz
Rated: M
Catagories: m/m
Warning: creator chose not to use
Relationships: Buck/Eddie
Chapters: 2/2
Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Famous Evan "Buck" Buckley, Actor Evan "Buck" Buckley, Army Eddie Diaz, POV Alternating, Long-Distance Friendship, Pining, Mutual Pining, Hurt Eddie Diaz, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Love Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss, First Dates, Non-Explicit Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft Eddie Diaz, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz, Social Media
Words: 18,143
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"I have been in love, yes." He says after the most torturous of seconds.
"Would you mind expanding on that?"
Buck hesitates for a few seconds and then Eddie sees the exact moment he decides 'fuck it' as he straightens in his seat.
"There was this guy in high school. He was my best friend."
Wait.
Hold on.
Eddie freezes.
Is Buck— Is Buck talking about him?
or:
In which Eddie finds out years later that his unrequited feelings for his high school best friend were not actually unrequited, Buck is stupidly famous now and they pine.
They get there in the end, they just need to get their timing right.
Inspired by the prompt: “you’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT."
My notes: When I see a heartbeatdiaz fic, I KNOW it's gonna be good. And man this was a ride. So. Many. Emotions. This has got to be one of the Buddie classics. I remember seeing snippets on Tumblr and getting so excited to read it. It did not disappoint at all. This fic is absolutely amazing and I 100% recommend you add it to your to-read list!
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maxxxines · 10 months
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hi friends, i want to start this off by thanking everyone who is not a bot that follows me ♡ i love you guys ♡ to celebrate 20k followers, i'm going to have my followers vote for their favorite yellowjackets characters! it says you can vote for 5 people but if you reeeally need to include some more i understand since i've seperated the adults and teens. i will make gifsets of the top ten once voting is done! once again i love you guys, you are the best!
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i see you've been on a rampage while I was sleeping. with what little time we have left I will avenge the fallen
Seek to avenge them all you wish. May your struggle bring me entertainment before I send you to join them.
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bropunzeling · 6 months
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Trick or treat - dream TZJD au??
hi kasper!!!!! i could interpret this as my ideal ducklings au but what if: dream fuckery
If pressed, Jamie would say his life is going how it’s supposed to. Two gold medals. High draft pick. Solid rookie season; solid second season, too. Contract negotiations got wrapped up fast. The Ducks aren't good, but they might get better. The rookies seem like a good crew. He has his own place, got it after Hamps got traded his first season. Not much of a view, but that’s the California real estate market for you.
Sometimes, he feels a little lonely. A little like--
It doesn't matter. He's made it. A real, bona fide hockey player, with a contract and a townhouse and a guitar he's not very good at playing. Everything's going the way it's supposed to.
Except for the part where he keeps dreaming about this other version of his life. The one where he has Trevor.
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I’m curious do you have an estimate for when the next chapter of ACBAON will be published? (I’m so sorry I know I’m being impatient😭)
I totally understand if you don’t but every time you post on tumblr im like omg!? Is this it?! Another chapter! Lmao.
I adore your writing though and I’ve been enjoying everything you’ve been posting so far so thank you for taking the time out of your day to write such lovely stories
I'm glad that you are enjoying that story, but I don't post on a schedule! I did two very large updates to that piece last week, and now I'm working on a variety of other things, including the next chapter of ACB!
My hope is to post something by tomorrow, but not for that fic!
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jamiesfootball · 9 months
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He'd never had Jamie over before. Not properly. Only in passing, on their way to or from training, a quick, Stand there while I grab Phoebe’s bag. Don’t touch my key bowl. Quit making eyes at the Deliveroo driver — it ain’t for you. He regretted that now. He’d put it off so long that it both seemed like it shouldn’t be a big deal and also felt like a massively huge fucking deal, when all it should’ve been was him telling Jamie, “Take your shoes off first.”
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solid-snaked · 4 months
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FOR THE YAOI WARS!!!! VOTE OTASUNE!!
(here’s a new chapter <3)
chapter excerpt:
They're watching TV on the couch.
It’s a good idea, probably. He learned recently it’s one of the few ways to drag Hal away from the desk, offering to watch something when neither of them can sleep past the midnight mark.
The TV’s bright, screen bathing the room in a sea of light that sparks and flashes in washed-out colors. One of Hal's animes, so it's all just noise in his ears, increasingly familiar phrases and dramatic declarations. Violins punching through synth, explosions and sword-clashes.
He doesn't know what they’re watching, or particularly care. But he does know he can turn his head and see Hal sitting there next to him. If he wants to. He does want to, he thinks idly, the desire soaking in, he wants to crane his neck to see— imagines plasma flashing off round glasses, Hal's spread hands to explain whatever the hell the characters on-screen are doing in layman’s English— but for some reason it doesn't happen. He can't turn his head, so he sits there, blinded by flashing blue, just knowing Hal's there.
He thinks he's getting cold, actually.
The realization follows that since Hal’s there, too, maybe he’s also cold. Options like blankets or cranking the heat ping but don’t make impact, and there’s just the simple, thoughtless impulse that they’re on a couch, and if they’re cold, they can just get closer. A basic idea, the impression of his knee pressing against Hal’s knobby one. The concept doesn’t so much form as spring into existence, and it doesn’t feel unusual or strange, so before he knows it, he’s moving— shifting his numb, cold leg, casually spreading his thighs to seek out the contact of thin sweatpants with only the faintest echo of the fuck am I doing? trailing the action, but then.
Nothing. No contact. The TV blares and Dave can finally turn his head, but the other side of the loveseat is empty.
No Hal.
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