Teenage!buck: so, come here often?

Teenage!Eddie, who was invited to the grant-nash (Buckley) Household for dinner and is also bucks boyfriend so knows the house like the back of his hand: no

Teenage!buck: damn I'll show you around

Oldersister!hen: Evan if you don't shut the fu-

froyo for mikey

continuation of this post, this time somehow worse

twit

local man puts song he knows will make him cry on repeat and drives crying and wailing all the way to work

Scientists do not want to study him

Funfact, any outfit you see me rocking in any post that happens to be pink, Donnie bought it for me, just thought I should put that out there and ruin that whole "i'm so emotionless and a bad boy" he likes buying everyone gifts and the moment I show him smth I like he's buying it.

With you I'm home

Chapter One of Dad!Buck sequel is out!!! I'll be updating it weekly, as long as I don't get distracted with any other wips lol. Please enjoy a snippet below.

Aidan spots Eddie the minute he’s at the top of the stairs and pelts towards him, yelling “Papa Papa Papa!!” at the top of his lungs. Eddie looks up at the commotion and his face splits into a wide grin. “Aidan Aidan Aidan!” he replies, holding out his arms for the boy and letting out a small “oof” as Aidan crashes into his chest. “What are you doing here?” “Aidan wanted to come see you after his appointment,” Buck explained, settling on the couch next to Eddie and giving him a quick kiss. “Has owie, Papa,” Aidan pouts, pointing to his arm. “Hurts.” “Oh no!” Eddie cries, sending Buck a wink, “How will we ever make it better?” Buck snorts as Aidan struggles to roll up his sleeve to expose the band-aid, Eddie swooping in to help. “Kiss it better, Papa” Aidan instructs, holding out his arm and pointing at the band-aid. “You want me to kiss it better?” Eddie asks, pointing at himself. “Not Daddy?” Aidan shakes his head vehemently. “Nuh uh, not Daddy.” “Ouch.” Buck’s not at all upset by this, it was established long ago that Eddie’s kisses have some magical healing properties that Buck’s don’t which has saved Buck from needing to kiss better a whole host of nasty injuries (the worst was when Aidan stubbed his toe and had insisted it wasn’t going to stop hurting until Eddie kissed it better). “Okay okay, I’ll kiss it better” Eddie relents, and he plants a delicate kiss over the band-aid, Aidan looking awfully pleased as he does so. “Fixed?” “Uh huh!”. Aidan snuggles into Eddie, tucking his feet up into Eddie’s lap and resting his head on his shoulder. Eddie circles his arms around the boy’s small frame and rocks him back and forth, nuzzling his nose into Aidan’s curls.

Read more on ao3

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teen!buddie au is here ya’ll! she’s been two years in the making and i hope y’all love her as much as i do 🥹 thanks to my wife for the beautiful cover art @heartbeatdiaz <;33

ch. 1/9 | rated: m | words: 3.2k/36.7k | read on ao3

summary:

Buck only nuzzled closer, his breath ghosting over Eddie’s lips, begging Eddie to take that last step.

“Ev, please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Buck’s lips were all but touching his, their noses pressed together. Buck was all around him, voice pleading.

“Just one Eds, please.”

That was the problem. It was never just one; once they dove into the world of each other, it was almost impossible to stop—they could never get enough. Not enough kisses, touches, or sweet sounds made between them would ever be enough; if there was one thing they never tired of, it was each other.

—or—

A collection of firsts in Buck and Eddie’s relationship, from when they met as teenagers, to now. AKA the teen buddie au.

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tagging squad below, just lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3

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once again interrupting my taz posting to tell all of you to check out I Was A Teenage Exocolonist because if you're following this blog, I know you love space, time loops, tragic twin relationships, and bonds that seem to transcend all reason.

it's part visual novel, part dating Sim, part deck builder. and it truly makes you consider what you value in a society.

also you can date an alien or a dogboy if that sweetens the pot for anyone

Some Donnie band concepts.

I feel like He’s alot more aloof in this rendition. Like the overstimulation of having to perform regularly probably gets to him so he wears alot of compression or lounge wear. His headphones act as a noise muffler but also as audio stimulation when he needs it. And then I figured they would probably start smoking as an unhealthy coping mechanism. You can’t always have coffee in you back pocket.

Donnie is the main audio mixer of the group. He adds noise effects and plays keys. I figured it would be nice callback to the actual band episode and his love of techno and daft punk.

you ever just realise that the buckley parents have never met any of bucks love interests before???

JUMPSCARE

uhm this is very stupid and dumb and stupid but eeuurhghhhr...gieuurgh... leo as some vkei bandmen i rlly like... kyo from dir en grey and atsushi sakurai from yea buck tick uh huh uh huh idk why i made these but they look cool.. kinda..

is there anyone who likes vkei and rottmnt... aside from me??? no??? just me?? ok....

WIP Wednesday

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Here is some Buckley-Diaz family time from NFL Buck!

When the quarterback is just a few lengths away, Eddie leans down and quietly tells his son, “Remember mijo, he’s Evan not Buck here.” Christopher glares back at him.  He may have forgiven Eddie after his apology for his overreaction with his fire crew before reminding his father and Buck that he wasn’t the same little boy that needed to be lied to about Buck’s job. Even apologized himself for the bragging and agreed to the hospital visit with Maddie.  But from then on, he hated any sort of reminder of the appearances that needed to be kept up outside their home. “I know.” He grinds out then turns forward, jersey in hand. Buck takes those last few inches forward, putting himself right in front of Christopher and the smile that he’d been gracing since leaving the field, brightened even further.  “Hey there kid!” He greets with a subtle wink. Christopher snickers, ignoring the ‘kid’ remark, always elated to see his best friend.  He holds out the jersey, “Hi Evan.” He emphasizes and Eddie bites his bottom lip, stopping himself from snapping about Chris’s attitude, “I’m new to L.A. too.” Buck doesn’t show a single outward reaction at the teens statement, but Eddie knows him too well. He catches the quirk of his eyebrow indicating he’s caught on to Chris’s slight brashness, “Well glad to know I’m not the only new guy in town. You liking it so far?” Buck fires back, trying to gauge Christopher’s emotional state. The teen boy shrugs, “So far, but it’s nice that you’re here too, makes things a little easier.” Evan melts at that and Eddie does as well.  Attitude forgiven.  They’re all missing each other, and they’ll need to have a true family talk, not just a Facetime meeting, but for this short moment they’re together. Reaching out Eddie squeezes his son’s shoulder in comfort. Buck catches the movement and peers up at the father under his lashes, blue eyes shimmering, “Well I’m happy you all are here too.” He murmurs and Eddie knows he means that with his whole heart.

Teenage attitude mixed with family secrets and so much love. Hope you enjoyed!

If you want to see more snippets and post for NFL Buck just search under the nfl tag on my page.

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have we considered the christopher diaz exposes one (or both) of his dad’s feelings for the other and is the catalyst for buck and eddie to talk about it?

buck is hanging out with chris alone and is just talking outloud about his relationship troubles or something while chris is kinda tuned out and then buck accidentally lets it slip that he’s in love with eddie but just blows past it. and chris just says under his breath “took you long enough, but you got there quicker than dad” and buck doesn’t say anything but DEFINITELY hears it and starts thinking overtime.

same kinda scene with eddie and chris where he just gets really exacerbated and is like “dad, shut up! i’m tired of hearing how you’re both in love with each other!” and eddie doesn’t even register chris snapping at him like that bc all he’s thinking is ‘buck’s in love with me????’

after that they’re both really awkward around each other at work bc they’re too nervous to actually confront each other about it. then the cliche getting stuck together someplace where they are forced to finally TALK and bring up why they’ve been so weird around each other. they’re still dancing around it and getting a little annoyed with each other and eddie’s finally like “when were you going to tell me you’re in love with me!” to which buck is initially shocked and then (back to annoyed) says “well you could’ve told me first!”

and they just stand there staring at each other and both realize at the same time “christopher.” and eddie’s like “that little shit” and then just starts furiously making out with buck.

@wildlife4life tagged me for Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday! A little bit of friends-to-lovers fic.

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"Exactly." Buck sighs. "I don't know. Dating always seems more fun in theory. You know?"

"Tell me about it." 

"Like, I want to meet somebody, I want to make a, a meaningful connection, but every date I'm on lately, it's been like, I'd so much rather be hanging out on your couch watching nature documentaries with Chris."

"At least he'll still watch TV with you," Eddie says ruefully. "I had to go hide out in the dining room the last sleepover he had because I was ruining the vibe. After I brought in the pizza and snacks, obviously."

"Ouch."

"Yeah."

"God. I can't believe he's going to be thirteen in a few months. Where did the time go?"

Eddie hums in agreement around the lip of his beer. Against the counter next to him, Buck tilts his head back and laughs. "You know, the first time we went to pick him up, after the earthquake—remember?"

"Of course." 

He remembers the low-level panic that he spent the day trying to shove down so he could do his job, and he remembers Buck, who had known him for maybe a month at the time, offering up his collection of facts about school safety upgrades as reassurance. He remembers driving to the school afterwards, and that soft, amazed smile on Buck's face as Chris peppered him with questions from the backseat, like being pestered by his coworker's kid after the world's longest shift was an unasked-for gift.

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Not sure who's done this yet today, so tagging anyone who wants to play! <3

Fuck it Friday!

Once again, back with some parenting Buddie fic. I swear to god I'm going to finish the first chapter and publish it soon. Tagged by the incredible @thewolvesof1998

Buck returned moments later in a flurry of activity, hooning around the table and setting up the gifts so they looked just right. He placed the biggest box in the middle of the table and surrounded Aidan’s spot with smaller gifts that him and Eddie had been picking out for a couple of weeks now. Christopher remembered with a jolt that he’d made a gift for Aidan and scuttled off to his room to grab it, returning just as Buck was standing back and looking at the presentation with approval. “Whatcha got there, bud?” he asked when Christopher appeared in the doorway, looking a little bashful. “I made Aid something” Christopher mumbled, blushing a little and looking at his feet. Ever since he’d officially become a teenager, Christopher had developed insecurities about just about everything. It had initially been small things, such as fussing about how his hair looked or moaning that his special orthotics made his shoes look weird, but recently, much to Buck and Eddie’s concern, it had progressed to doubting his abilities. Christopher had an affinity for art and had recently started creating some truly amazing works on his laptop with a programme Eddie had bought him a year or so ago. Buck would often wander into Christopher’s room to find him deep in concentration as he worked on his latest piece, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth and leg tapping up and down as he drew. Not only was it an excellent creative outlet for the kid but it had been having a positive, therapeutic affect on his fine motor control. However, recently, Buck had noticed Christopher becoming cagey about his work, turning his computer screen away whenever either of his dads walked into the room or getting snappy when they asked what he’d been working on. Buck had a feeling he was about to find out what it was. Christopher shyly held out the paper in his hand and Buck’s breath caught in his throat. Christopher had clearly put in a lot of effort into this. Staring up at Buck from the paper was an almost-perfect rendition of his son, grin so wide it almost takes up the whole page, with Christopher, Buck, and Eddie in the background. It’s so good in fact that it looks like someone took a photo of them and put a filter on it to make it look like a drawing but no, Buck knows Christopher has painstakingly placed every single stroke, every dash of colour. It’s enough to make a lump rise in his throat and he can’t do much more than clamp a hand over Christopher’s shoulder and pull him into his side. “Is it okay?” Christopher asks and Jesus, Buck wants to hurt whoever might have given Christopher the impression that his art is nothing short of worthy of being hung in the Louvre. “God, Chris, it’s amazing. I- I love it. Aid is going to love it”. He can’t stop staring at it, can’t stop marvelling at the talent of the kid still pressed into his side. To think, it’s almost been 7 years since he met Christopher and, in that time, he’s watched him blossom into a smart, talented and extremely quick-witted teenager. One he’s now proud to call his son. It’s enough to make Buck a little emotional.

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"I know"

"Do u want to see what I added today?"

"Sure buddy"

(insane rambling below!)

Scrapbooks! Scrapbooks! Hell yeah!!

Hello to the 5 ppl seeing this👋 Ima be real Im running on 7 hours of sleep after 5day grind brain mushy rn and I scribbled everything maniacally by memory at 3am after having one of those revelation moments so I have no idea what I'm missing lmao. This is actually the first time drawing them like this 2. Really proud of it

and B4 u ask anything hear me out.

So like tmnt2012 mutant apocalypse am I right?

Yeah it's flawed and pacings off and stuff BUT! The implications it left behind are haunting and it has been stuck in my brain for years. One of the things that stuck with me was the fact that Raph and Don had stuff like April's tessen, Mikey's stuffed bear head, The Creeps containment jar, and Casey's skull(horrifying btw) with them and that it's like :((

I fully believe it was Donnie who collected and carried them everywhere in their car. Not only for Raph(to help with this memory)but also for himself.

Why? Well maybe I'm reading 2 much into it and it's also partly a HC of mine but also bc canonically Donnie has a bit of a hoarding habit collecting trinkets and pictures and stuff. He likes to keep things around that hold a lot of significant value to him.

We see this in The Creeping Doom during the intro

AND I swear he's got a literal wall of family photos in his lab somewhere I can't for the life of me find it but I know he did! He even took some to the farmhouse with him when they escaped during the invasion.

They're memories yk? Reminders..

Ok im having difficulty expressing this shit rn words r failing so like give me ur brain 4 a sec.

Imagine ur donbot.

You're stuck in a cold metal limbo for the rest of ur last remaining family members life. Everything and everyone you knew and cared about is dead and gone. Over thousands of species and ecosystems that made ur world unique wiped out. No more animals no more wild things no more blue clear skys. Death can't come for you. Not in a way that matters anymore.

And no matter where u go you are haunted by shadows of what once was. There are so many echoes and ghosts and cultures and stories and lives that were buried & left to rot by the gaping maws of fear & the desperate need to survive. No one cares for the past and the only other person around you can't remember it. Time will claim its domain again and there will be nothing left except empty metal husks to show sentience even existed in the first place.

Like holy shit he was just a kid bro and he never got the chance to even reach full adulthood!!! I can't possibly imagine the grief and guilt he must've carried with him all those years. He lost EVERYTHING

His family. His home. His world.

Did Donnie even get the chance to mourn??? Do u think his new body allowed it? Do u think he even ALLOWED himself to mourn? He had a hurt amnesiac brother who still needed to eat, who could still starve and bleed and die if they weren't careful enough.

So between his habits and the ✨Angst✨ and human pollution, him hoarding random ass things Wall-E style and making these shitty little scrapbooks or keepsakes didn't seem so far fetched to me. I also highly doubt there was enough time or resources to build shrines or graves in the middle of apocalypse. But yk honoring/preserving the memories of the things and ppl we love is natural for us so like SORRY if its a bit cringe of me wanting him to have SOMETHING to comfort him during the really bad days.

Even if its more bitter than sweet

Bonus doodads cuz I was indecisive:

The 1st was purple tinted cuz of donbot vision get it hehehe