#sensitive buck

[lily-174]

‘stay with me’ - Evan Buckley x reader

requested: yes, using the prompt “squeeze my hand if you can hear me”

overview: on a call a building collapses with you inside, leaving your team to dig you out the rubble.

a/n- i got a feeling this gonna be a good one, i fractured my skull and had a brain bleed in august so im going to use this in here because i feel like i can portray it accurately 😭

**

you sat across from your boyfriend buck at the table having dinner with the 118, you had been suprised everyone had dinner together when you joined the 118. you really felt like a family, bobby, hen, chimney, eddie, you and buck.

you looked up at your boyfriend catching a glimpse of his striking blue eyes, you listened to the others talking as you held eyecontact with buck and smiled. you loved that man so damn much. he was seriously a gentleman, easily the most respectful man you’d ever been with even when it came to sex, which suprised you having heard he was a player just before you joined the 118.

it had been a busy day, call after call. now you we’re finally sat eating you felt as if you could inhale the food infront of you, but you ate slowly not wanting to give yourself indigestion. just as you had about your fifth mouthful the buzzer went off indicating you had to get up and go on another call. the whole table groaned in unison having not had a full meal all day and stood up rushing to the trucks.

you sat between buck and your best friend eddie on your way too the scene everyone moaning about the hunger they were feeling.

“we do our jobs well here, be careful and we can go back to the station and eat as much food as our stomachs can hold okay guys” you tried to have a positive outlook on everything even though sometimes being a firefighter it proved difficult. you got a few laughs and people agreeing to your statement as you pulled up on the scene.

you all got out the truck evaluating the scene infront of you, a big fire. a whole building engulfed by flames you couldn’t even see a clear window.

“eddie buck i need you on fire attack. hen chimneys i help with triage. y/l/n go help the 134 with clearing the building” bobby ordered, you, eddie and buck putting your breathing apparatus on.

“be careful” buck gave you a soft smile as you put your mask on, you looked at him putting your helmet on and smiled.

“you too buckley”

you ran inside the building following the unfamiliar team of the 134, you always loved the adrenaline of your job but what you really loved was helping people. you cleared the first floor other members of the 134 carrying civilians down the stairs back to triage, you continued on to the 2 floor doing the same searching every room looking for injured people, the smoke was getting thicker and visiblity was decreasing quickly. you made your way up to the third floor, the last floor you had to clear, you needed to clear the building before you were ordered to clear out.

“y/n! we found someone! taking them down we’ll be back” the two final guys you were with shouted, you could barely hear with the sound of the roaring flames and all your protective gear, you shouted okay back and continued clearing the floor.

“LAFD call out!” you shouted continuously going through the rooms, looking in wardrobes under beds for any frightened children or people. you made your way to another room doing the same as you heard your radio go off.

“all personnel out that building now” you heard an unfamiliar voice shout through the radio, you assumed it was the captain of the 134. you thought you had a few more minutes and continued your search, the smoke was getting a lot thicker now, darker.

“y/l/n! get out of there now! the smokes black! y/l/n respond” you heard bobby shout, you held your radio pressing the button so he could hear you.

“okay i’m heading back down now” you cleared most of the building and you couldn’t risk sending any firefighters in here to help you or risk getting in trouble for going against orders so you made your way back down the stairs, you got to the second floor and continued down the stairs. you could barely see anything infront of you , but when you heard a loud creak you knew something was wrong.

you went to grab your radio as you took the next step but that creak came back louder followed by the feeling of the ground falling from underneath you and the heat of more fire surrounding your body. you felt the excruciating pain of hitting the floor, eyes squeezed shut in pain as you tried to reach for your radio. your head was pulsating you couldn’t think and you felt like you couldn’t move. the pain becoming too much to bare causing you too loose consciousness.

“y/n! report!” bobby shouted through his radio as the whole team saw the blast from inside that shattered a few windows. buck desperately looked at bobby his heart having dropped at the fact you’re not answering the radio anymore, buck now couldn’t think clearly his mind going foggy as he ran towards the building ignoring bobby calling him, eddie quickly running behind him as they entered the building.

“y/n!” the two men shouted looking at the pile of rubble now infront of them, the got closer looking for any sign of you, flames still raging around them.

buck saw the outline of something under a piece of rubble, he moved the slab of cement seeing your helmet. his heart dropped further if that was even possible, the worry laced in his stomach. he had to find you. you had to be okay.

“y/n!” he exclaimed seeing your helmet.

“eddie! help me” buck shouted as he began tearing pieces of cement of the pile throwing them behind him in an attempt to dig you out the rubble. eddie scrambled towards him helping him dig, the strained using as much strength as the could moving the slabs of heavy materials

buck pulled another slab away seeing your foot he huffed trying to move quicker, he tried to get you out of that pile faster then he could move, eddie desperately trying to help get to you faster. once they’d finally uncovered your body, buck rushed to your side your helmet and breathing apparatus having both fallen off you from the fall. buck tried to see if you were awake calling out your name but it came to no avail. he pulled you into his arms lifting you up as gently as he could, he knew you could have a possible spin injury and movement could make that significantly worse but he didn’t have time for a back board.

the two firefighters made their way outside of the building, you in bucks arms. chimney and hen quickly running over with a gurney, buck slowly lowered you onto it scared he’d hurt you and he ripped his mask off looking down at you taking in the blood on your head and the spot covering your face as he watched hen unclip your turnout coat pulling up your shirt and attaching you to the heart monitor.

“pulse is there but thready, possible head and spin injury. could be at risk of some internal bleeding” chimney said to hen as they loaded you into the ambulance, buck was terrified to say the least. he could feel it. the worry it was like he was in pain his heart physically breaking in that moment. there’s a very real possibility you might not even make it to the hospital. buck climbed into the back of the ambulance with chimney as hen got in the front to drive.

chimney began checking your airway was clear and administering some saline and pain medication for when you woke up. buck sat there staring at the woman he loves dying on a back board he held your hand in his tightly.

“come on baby, stay with me okay. squeeze my hand if you can hear me please. please just try” he begged your lifeless body to give him something something that would make him have hope. the beeping on the machine registering your heart rate began getting slower and buck looked up at chimney with pure panic and pain in his eyes. tears threatening to fall.

“hen we’re loosing her!” chim shouted as he began compressions, but buck quickly took over knowing he had to at least try he had to know he tried his best to save you if you didn’t make it. he pressed his hands in the middle of your chest doing compressions.

“come on! not like this y/n!” he begged, not stopping compressions once, he felt a crack in your check he broke one of your ribs, a few stray tears falling from his eyes.

“her rib- i felt it” buck said with watery eyes looking at chimney but not stopping. chim gave him a sad look, but he knew that’s what happens sometimes when you’re doing compression right.

“buck let me take over” buck shook his head he wasn’t going to stop until your heart starts beating again, he looked at the machine praying in his head praying you’d be okay.

“come on damn it! i love you! please not like this!” he cried, hen pulled up outside the hospital getting out the front and opening the doors of the back chimney taking compressions as they got out the ambulance rolling you into the hospital buck close behind tears falling from his eyes. he couldn’t loose you. he wouldn’t let it happen.

“argh!” buck let out a scream more so a sob as he let out his frustration on a wall punching it then groaning as the pain rushed through his hand, he ignored it noticing how eddie and the rest of the 118 were now stood around him he looked at them his eyes that you thought always looked beautiful rimmed red from crying.

“she coded in the ambulance i was doing compressions and broke her rib” buck tried keeping his composure infront of the team but saying it outloud killed him inside. he was going to be sick he could feel the bile rising in this throat.

“she’s gonna be okay buck, she’s in the best hands. have you met that girl? she’s a fighter okay”eddie smiled at his best friend trying his best not to be as down as buck, eddie was distraught the whole team was. they walked to the waiting room chimney and hen now joining them as they sat waiting.

“they got her pulse back, she’s been sent in for emergency surgery” hen explained her voice soft buck didnt move just sat with his head in his hands replaying the last thing he said to you replaying if he couldn’t done something differently. thinking about all the things he wanted to say to you.

buck didnt move from that sear for hours no matter how many people tried to get him to get up. buck just sat there consumed by his thoughts absolutely lost in his own mind.

“it’s been 5 damn hours! when do we get an update” buck exclaimed finally having enough of waiting. bobby sighed looking over at buck, bobby felt guilty for sending you in with the 134.

“it’s a difficult surgery we don’t know how bad the injuries she sustained were” hen said again her voice soft, everyone in the waiting room then fell silent buck had his head in his hands wiping his tears away.

the team sat in silence for another three hours. three hours of hell to buck. he hated waiting especially in this situation. then a doctor walked in.

“family of y/n y/l/n” the doctor said and the whole team stood, buck scrambling to his feet and over to the doctor almost falling over in the process.

“ is she okay? is she alive?” buck questioned, he has the worst headache he felt like he could be sick any second he just needed to know you were alive.

“ the surgery seems to have been a success the majority of internal bleeding is under control, she had multiple broken ribs, broken ankle and obviously a lot of bruising. she also sustained a serious head injury. she has fractured the left side of her skull and sustained a brain bleed. we believe it will heal on its own without intervention but that could change depending on inter cranial pressure so we do plan on keeping her here for a while. she won’t be back to work any time soon” buck didnt know how to feel. relieved you were alive? those injures were serious. very serious. they could end your career.

“shes gonna make it right?” buck needed to check, the doctor nodded and buck felt like a weight had been lifted of his shoulders.

“can i see her?” he asked, he just wanted to see you hold you promise you everything was going to be okay and that he was going to help you through this ever step of the way.

“yeah of course you can. just a warning we are sure what her memory is going to be like when she wakes up” bucks heart dropped to his stomach yet again, you might not remember him. or the life you’d built at the 118. the life you’d planned with buck.

“just take me to her. i’ll be back guys” buck looked back at his team before walking to your room with the doctor. he entered your room seeing you attached to so many different machines making his heart throb at the sight of you. he sat in the chair next to your bed immediately taking your hand in his. he took in the look of you, weak lifeless and the tears began falling down his cheeks.

buck stays like that not letting go of your hand once for another two hours which to him felt like an eternity, in that time he’s had such a good cry his eyes were puffy and he felt like he had no tears left.

he felt your hand twitch his eyes instantly going up to yours to see if they were open, he saw your eyes squeeze tightly together before the fluttered open. you looked around the room your vision blurry as you caught sight of a man infront of you. you couldn’t make out any distinctive features you just looked at him unable to figure out who he was.

buck watched as you looked at him blankly, you’d never looked at him like that with zero emotions. he felt like you just looked through him. like it wasn’t him like he wasn’t even there. he stayed silent for a moment seeing if you would recognise him but you didn’t.

“y/n.. it’s evan buckley.. it’s me it’s buck. please tell me you remember” he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as more tears seemed to pool in his eyes he didn’t even think that was possible. he felt like the whole world had stopped moving. obviously he would still help you but how was he supposed to be around you if you didn’t even know he was. his heart was broken.

“buck i n-need something for the pain.. ” you mumbled through gritted teeth the pain pulsing through your head. he couldn’t tell if that was you remembering him. he let go of your hand scrambling out the room to get a doctor.

the doctor had administered you something for the pain and asked you a few questions you looked over at buck with a confused look on your face taking in the exhaustion and pain that laced his features, his blue eyes now puffy and red.

“buck of course i remember you” you said, he let out a breath and reached for your hand you notices the relief on his face, as he kissed your hand.

“but i’m what happened last thing i remember was eating dinner at the station” you asked trying to piece back together what got you in this situation.

“we went on a call, you were with the 134 on your way out the stairs collapsed.. me and eddie had to dig you out.. you’ve had surgery and you’ve got a brain bleed.. you coded in the ambulance” telling the story again made him relive it again.

“come here” buck had noticed the pure exhaustion in your weak voice and squeezed your hand as you tried to carefully budge over so buck could lay in the bed with you.

“ y/n your ribs are broken i’m not risking hurting you” you shook your head and patted the bed next to you wanting him to be with you.

“please buck” he sighed and gently sat next to you. you winced as you tried to cuddle into him buck immediately stopped you.

“careful please..” you sighed and just leaned into him as you reached to hold his hand as you leaned against him trying to get as close to him as possible. you laid like that for a while just enjoying his warmth you just wanted to go home and stay in his arms forever. you laid in silence for a while before buck spoke up.

“i broke one of your ribs doing compressions..” he looked down at you the pain in his voice more then noticeable.

“buck you saved my life.” you reasoned knowing the guilt was probably eating him inside.

“i hurt you.” you shook your head looking up at him placing your hand on his chest, you reached up and kissed him despite the pain you were in.

“you saved my life buck..” you notice his eyes watering again as he looked down at you, you’d traumatised him. having to do compressions on his own girlfriend couldnt have been easy.

“ i love you so much y/n. today i don’t even know i’ve never felt like this before.. you mean the absolute world to me. i love you more then anyone else i’ve ever been with” he explained tears in his eyes, you listened to his world, you felt the same. you loved buck to pieces.

“i love you too buck” you gave a soft reassuring smile in hopes to make him feel better, he admired you, he always thought you look beautiful even now right after surgery.

“ move in with me” buck blurted looking down at you, you looked up at him in shock.

“you stay at mine almost every night anyway, the next few months you’re gonna need someone to help you. i don’t want to spend any more time apart tomorrow isn’t promised. i want to spend as much time with you as i can” his worlds always made your heart swell. you were a lucky woman.

“i’ll move in with you evan” you smiled and kissed him again, he had the classic big buckley smile etched onto his face which always made you happy. it was going to be a long road to recovery but you were glad buck would be there through it.

#911 buck x reader #911 show #buck 911 #911 fic #911 x reader #evan buckley fic #sensitive buck #buck x reader #evan buckley imagines #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley

[bonebabbles]

Hi! Sorry if this ask is quite random for you to see, but is it ok to ask you that

On a scale of 1-10, how sexist and/or misogynistic would you rate the book Watership Down being?

I’m considering checking out the book, but I’m unsure whether I should do that or not due to the possible sexism within it. Thanks!

If you can't handle sexism, I would skip Watership Down. It's pretty bad in that aspect, enough that Ursula K Le Guin uses it as a major example of how misogyny expresses in xenofiction narratives.

In spite of how doe rabbits are the ones responsible for founding new warrens, the main characters are all bucks.

Does are spoken about a lot in terms of reproduction, and mostly that.

There is a massive plot point later where the all-buck party realizes they need women, and set out to get them.

There's an evil rabbit warren, and they show that this warren is evil partially because of some implied sexual assault of the does they control.

It was also written by a White British Man Of A Certain Era. It will sometimes drop a line that we find VERY racist in today's standards, particularly near the beginning where it compares the rabbit culture to... "other primitive societies."

#I think the movie and miniseries adaptations are better about it #I would rec the miniseries for you to start with #It's not FANTASTIC at totally fixing it but it does address it a little #It doesn't alter the all-buck party problem but it allows some does to be characters and play more of a role #AND it also has to maintain the 'we need women or our society will die' plot point #But it doesn't make the evil warren as... rapey I guess. To put it crassly. #Even though I like the movie better for maintaining more about how fast and brutal the life of the rabbits is #I think if you're more sensitive to darker themes the Miniseries is a good way to get the story in a more tame way #Also I heard no one likes the miniseries lmao but die mad it's Fine. #Like yeah the animation's a little jilted but it is Fine #I like some of the additions actually

[honestlydarkprincess]

🥺🥺🥺

“Okay, that’s good,” Tommy smiled reassuringly. “So you kind of know the basics?” “Yes.” “Good boy,” Tommy said, the words slipping out. His brows rose when Buck’s eyes dilated and he let out a small wounded sound. “Oh? You like being told you’re a good boy?”

make me write

#LISTEN #BUCK BEING TOLD HE'S A GOOD BOY IS SOMETHING IM SENSITIVE ABOUT #writing games #bucktommy #911 #anon #jess gets mail! 💌

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Can't decide if one of the next bthb I have an idea for should be from Buck or Bobby's perspective.... I've done all Buck so far but also like it could work either way.....

#bobby bonked his head and is upset they have to reschedule somewhat time sensitive plans #and buck has to deal with him being grumpy and difficult with medical care #like father like son

[feral-queercore-punk]

Concept: eddie being supportive because buck is in a really vulnerable place right now as he figures himself out and he needs to know that eddie won't reject him for who he is. But then eddie going to like everyone else at the 118 venting that "oh my god am i homophobic?? I cant be homophobic wtf wtf why do i hate this??" because he keeps getting this weird feeling when tommy and buck are together and he doesnt know why. because eddie knows that he can't push buck away right now, but also WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HIM WHY DOES HE FEEL LIKE THIS

#that way we do not have buck “rejection sensitivity extroadinaire” closing up and having a shit coming out/finding himself experience but #we also get THE ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS “HELP HEN PLS TELL ME IM NOT HOMOPHOBIC WHAT IS HAPPENING” with eddie that i need im my fucking soul #911 abc #buddie 911 #evan buckley #tommy kinnard #eddie diaz

[plexippusangel]

Just Julian problems—having a temper tantrum in my room bc none of my pretty ren faire corsets actually fits comfortably and I need to wait until I get a drastic reduction/top surgery (still deciding) to look pretty in my outfits :(

It’s so stupid but I’ve been looking forward to wearing this outfit at a ren faire all year and I’ve tried everything to adjust it and it just. Won’t. There’s literally a huge gap in the back as it is loosening the back won’t help. Idk dressing up for the ren faire is normally the time I feel most present in my body with myself and losing that last minute sucks but at least I did a try on before we go or I would’ve been extra heartbroken

#faer personal files #got a body like an hourglass it’s ticking like a clock (hourglass days are numbered) #I’m seriously so mad though #my ribs have only gotten more sensitive as time goes on and pieces that used to fit great my body just can’t tolerate anymore #and the shape didn’t change! the strength did! uggggggh this is not how I want to feel #like this is hundreds of bucks worth of shit that I simply can’t wear anymore #most of it I did get for cheap but still. like I don’t want to sell it! I like it!

[subtlehaz]

if I could vom!t feelings just know I’d be a mess rn

#9-1-1 #911 spoilers #I’m so sensitive rn #my whole heart for buck #but I can’t wait for Eddie to come have his deep convo with Buck #need my man’s to step it UP #I just know Ryan is gonna feed us #he was allowed to look prettt and vibe this episode and like #I’m so here for it #I love all his colors #but I CAN NOT WAIT for him to bring his emotions and vulnerabilities #Ryan I’m in ur fuckin walls #omg now I’m like #Ryan was being so chaotic when he KNEW ALL ALONG BUCK WAS GOING THRU THIS FIRST AND FOREMOST #RYAN #RYAN WHEN I CATCH YOU RUAN #also no wonder Oliver was like #shut up man I beg #AKSKDJFJAKSKDJNDNF #THE FEELINGS #THEY CONSUME ME #THEY ARE SPILLING OVER #I CANT KEEP UP WOTH MY THOUGHTS

[thestamp3d3]

how do u experience genuine human kindness without wanting to sob

#ppl are so nice :( idk if im extra prickly bc of how shit the past couple of months have been #but today after my shift i had to buy some shit and i dont have the app so i never rlly think abt the employee discount right #plus i was only buying like 10 dollars worth of stuff #so i went to the register my friend was at (shes new like me) and she asked to see my app for the discount i was like 'i dont have it my ba #she scanned her own app so that her discount would apply to me and i got like 3 bucks off :(( I KNOW ITS NOT A LOT BUT #IT MEANS A LOT TO ME OKAY!!! #and also my college was selling tickets to this broadway show for rlly cheap and i wanted to go do something so i asked my friend #if he wanted to come with even tho its at like 9 on a random tuesday #and he said yes and now we have a whole hangout planned when it was just rlly random and i normally never ask ppl to hang first #idk IM SENSITIVE BUT PEOPLE. are just rlly kind sometimes and it means a lot and makes me wanna be a better person

[lily-174]

protection - evan buckley x reader

overview: basically buck being really soft and comforting the reader.

requested? yes “just hold me please”

trigger warning: sad reader, cancer, angst lots of fluff

**

bobby was sat at the dinner table with the 118 when he excused himself to answer a call from athena. buck didnt think much about it just enjoying his food and laughing with eddie. the group only had a two hours left of their shift so everyone was looking forward to heading home. when bobby returned to the table he didn’t have the happy look he had previously, but looked at him with fear in his eyes his mind automatically going to the worst possible scenario.

“buck you should head home. somethings happened. y/n is okay but athena just thinks she shouldn’t be alone” nothing more was needed to be said buck sprung up from his seat. he knew you were working a new case having just past the detectives exam he knew this was so important to you. he thanked bobby and rushed down to the locker room grabbing his bag not even bothering to change. he just wanted to get home and make sure you were okay.

the whole drive back to your shared apartment, so many different possibilities were going through his head. he was trying his best to stay positive thanking god he wasn’t currently driving to the hospital. he wasted no time rushing into your apartment building.

once he reached the door he scrambled through the pile of keys he always had with him to find the right one and opening the door, he dropped his bag at the door and rushed up the stairs.

“y/n? athena called bobby he let me come home. what’s happened are you okay?” he rushed up the stairs seeing you wrapped up in the covers, he got closer to the bed seeing you curled into a ball.

“babe what’s wrong?” he asked sitting on the bed next to you rubbing your back. you turned to face him, he looked down at you and his heart dropped at the sight. your eyes rimmed red, and puffy from crying.

“my mom, she’s got cancer again.. it’s more agressive this time.” buck sighed, glancing down at you seeing the pain in your eyes hurt him. he felt his heart swell, you’d told him about the struggles this out on your family when you were a teen, and how it affected your dad’s alcoholism. he knew this was a lot, and was going to bring up some awful memories.

“is there anything i can do” he asked unsure of what to do to make you feel better, buck was your protector. always making sure you were safe, making sure you’d eaten and that you were okay. if you were out drinking he wouldn’t leave your side even going to the extent of walking you to and from the bathroom. but this, this was something he couldn’t protect you from.

“just hold me please” your voice weaker and softer then he was used to, he moved to lay next to you pulling you into his chest. the warmth the radiated of him already making you feel a little better. he had that ability, the ability to cheer you up, make you feel safe.

buck held you against him as you laid one of your legs over him and your head comfortably laying on his chest listening to the calming sound of his heartbeat. he placed a hand on your thigh and his other hand wrapped around your back holding you while trying to calm you by gently rubbing your back. you inhaled his scent one you were used to when he was on shift, the mix of his cologne a little bit of smoke and sweat but you didn’t care you were just so thankful he was there.

he wasn’t used to seeing you like this, obviously he tried his best to deal with it. but you were so strong and independent always brushing of his concern. this one time you didnt it worried him even more. he wanted to shelter you from the pain currently racing through you but he could do nothing more then to just be there for you.

you laid consumed by your thoughts in silence trying to keep your composure as you laid with your amazing boyfriend. you didn’t want to put too much pressure on him to make you feel better. you didn’t want to scare him away. but you couldn’t hold it back any longer and a few stray tears fell from your eyes. you tried hiding the few tears but buck noticed the change in your breathing a the few quiet sniffles.

“oh baby come here” he whispered his voice soothing as he pulled you up so your head was now tucked into his neck and he could wrap both his arms around you, you felt so safe in his arms. the tears fell faster and a few broken sobs fell from your lips as he whispered sweet words into your ear while rubbing your back and holding you close.

“ shes beaten this once she can do this again okay? i’m here for you, i’m not going anywhere” he whispered, his soft tone only making more sobs exit your lips, oh how you loved this man. he was one of the best guys you’d ever met in your life. so funny, protective, and even immature but that made him perfect.

you laid in the safe warm arms of your boyfriend for what felt like hours with tears falling from your eyes, until your eyes became heavy and sleep starting taking over. you tried to fight it not wanting to fall asleep yet especially while you’re pretty much laying on top of your boyfriend all of your body weight on him. but he could care less.

when you finally fell asleep buck didn’t dare move, he wouldn’t risk waking you up he just laid there arms still wrapped around you thinking of ways he could make you feel better when you woke up.

#911 buck x reader #buck 911 #911 fic #911 x reader #911 show #911 s6 #911 fox #evan buckley fic #sensitive buck #buck x reader #evan buckley imagines #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley

[lover-of-mine]

I am team 'buck should have kept his facial scars from the tsunami'

I see what you mean and I agree with you at some level, but I think the point of him getting the cuts on his face was more for us to think about the blood thinners at all times, so they didn't think about committing to the possibility of facial scars, but I also think at some level the choice to just make them vanish was more about not forcing Oliver to forever have to sit in makeup for a few hours to give him scars every day, I think it was more of a matter of convenience. But it would be interesting, it is a bit of a pet peeve of mine the way characters never scar, like, Buck would have some of them for sure, and this could be interesting if they went for it.

#on a im definitely projecting here note tho #as someone who has a scar on their face #i admit it is not nearly as visible now as it was when i was a teenager and im good distracting people from it since i had it since i was 5 #its not a dramatic thing i just had stitches near my eye and it left a scar #i got used to people telling me to cover it up and a dermatologist once told me we could fill it up if i wanted to make 'go away' #if a project needed me to put new scars on my face every day for who knows how long i don't think i would handle that very well #and considering the way that earlier projects Oliver worked had him cover his birthmark it could be a sensitive topic for him too #but this is absolutely me projecting #maybe hes absolutely fine and it was just inconvenient #but that was actually my first thought at the idea of Buck keeping the scars so I'm sharing it #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

[not-falling-but-flying]

I have zero words for the secondhand embarrassment I feel for Evan Buckley on this fine September day

#it's just me and buck and our rejection sensitivity #911 fox #evan buckley

[the-golden-ghost]

This is gonna be a Controversial Take for sure but I feel like if your advertisement has elements that are going to trigger mental or physical health issues in a large amount of the population the ad should be skippable or able to be removed no matter how much funding you got for it

#HAD IT with that damn sticker. I got rid of it and it still makes me mad #not a huge fan of the 'random glitch effects popping up in your face' thing either #I don't know if that was causing issues with sensitivity but I can well imagine it would for some people #horrible #not happy with tumblr doing this for a quick buck either #I can't decide if it would have been better or worse if it was a stupid joke but instead it's for money

[dilfbuck]

no bc I agree w everything you are saying about Buck!!!

I always got the vibe from s1 that he wanted more than the hookups

YEAH EXACTLY like maybe this is just my headcanon but. idk. buck's behavior never struck me as malicious & i think it's quite normal for people to seek out sex for pleasure and fun & whatever other reasons that are not directly connected to relationships.

and with buck's whole 'buck 1.0' era i never interpreted it as a misogynistic "women are only useful for sex" thing. to ME, i always felt more like it was the opposite, that buck learned early on that he's 'too much' for people but at least they found him attractive and were willing to fuck him, & that hookups were a way he could at least guarantee he wouldn't be alone for a second. that he could at least allow himself to be wanted this way, even if it was temporary and ultimately made him feel worse (hence why he stopped) because it was never a true replacement for the love and intimacy and connection he wanted so badly from everyone else, but he pretended it was enough until it just resulted in him getting hurt worse and worse (i may or may not have some Strong Opinions on the creepy therapist debacle in s1)

and because buck is notoriously excellent at masking his true emotions and motivations, when people make jokes about buck being a player or a womanizer, i feel like he runs with the punches & lets himself be the butt of the joke bc it hurts less than admitting "actually i just wanted someone to love me and sex made me feel loved for 5 minutes of my life" thanks for comign to my ted talk

#askbox #as the resident buck psychoanalyzer i have a lot of thoughts and opinions. bc he lives in my head and is busting it down sensitive style #something something the dog that never has a home knows how to beg for food to keep itself alive #edit: and this is why eddie saying 'you didnt end up like you' fucks me up because he knows buck well enough to know where his mind is going #and he deliberately reached out and said no i see you. i know you. so im fine btw

[bucktommys]

THEYRE FIXING UP THE WALLS AND FIXING UP EACH OTHER IM THROWING UP

#911 spoilers #IM SO FUKCING SENSITIVE ABOUT THIS #HOODIE BUCK AS WELL???? #if they breathe 1 word about the shooting..........