#purple asks

YEAH EXACTLY! Anon you get it. Every time Buck sees Tommy sitting down, man spreading Buck just decides to make himself at home and plop down in the middle. Tommy rolls his eyes but wraps an arm around him and holds him closer. If Buck falls asleep Tommy resigns himself to the fate that he’ll be here a while.

Thank you for asking! 

Grape- What’s your “type”, if you have one?

I was actually just discussing this with my good friend last night when we were out. I don’t necessarily have a “type” as far as superficial things go, and my dating history kind of shows that. 

That being said, I like people who are intellectual, engaged, have opinions and grab life by the lapels. I detest smug apathy; if you don’t have your own ideas about the world around you, or want to better understand it, I really don’t click with you.

Tyrian Purple - where is the fanciest/most spectacular place you’ve visited?

Electric Purple - What’s your greatest creation?

Pale Purple? What’s your definition of beautiful?

Maybe - What calms you when you are stressed?

Thistle - Have you ever visited Scotland?

Orchid - What’s your favourite flower?

Psychedelic Purple - What’s the craziest, most out there thing you’ve done?

Mulberry - What’s your signature clothes item?

Dark Purple - What’s your favourite celestial body?

Amethyst - What’s your favourite gemstone/crystal?

Plum - What’s your favourite fruit?

Lilac - What colour are the walls in your bedroom?

Lavender - What’s your favourite scent?

Eggplant - What are you really hard on yourself about?

Iris - What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

Iris- Who makes you happy? 

@creativity-killed-thekitten is #1 on this list, for sure! Along with Thomas Sanders (who I definitely will not tag), and my server friends (you know who you are)!

Combining these two 🥰🥰 @tizniz

OKAY so the doc is at over 8K now ITS GETTING CLOSE OKAY. The boys have banged for the first time. Need to write the s next. 👀. There’s resolutions and good talks and a silly ending that I wrote before the middle because of course. I’m hoping people will still appreciate the Buck and Bobby resolution of it all. It’s a lot of heart to hearts and men crying <3

Anyway here is a bit of it… I’m not gonna share when they get together cause I want that to be read for the first time in the fic 👉🏽👈🏽 but obviously it’s coming! This part directly follows the last chapter:

It’s morning and Buck wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with little idea how he got there. The curtains are open, but the light is dim. He’s underneath the covers, shoes off but socks on. He blinks, slowly recalling last night.

His chest physically aches as he remembers Bobby admitting to him that he doesn’t think he’s ready— that he doesn’t want Buck to come back. His eyes threaten to spill tears like the dark clouds outside and he clenches his eyes shut, he’s cried enough already.

“Hey,” Tommy says from the doorway, a tray of breakfast in his hand.

And suddenly the world feels just a little bit lighter.

Because Tommy’s here and he’s tucked him into his bed and held him as he cried. And he’s made him breakfast to top it all off.

Judo comes pattering down the hall and jumps on the bed by Buck’s legs, looking up at him with those wide puppy dog eyes.

Buck fondly scratches his head, indulging the puppy.

“Thanks,” Buck says, taking the offered mug of coffee.

Tommy stands hesitantly and Buck pats at the other side of the bed— Tommy’s bed— and the man takes the hint, settling in beside him with the shared tray of food.

There’s two plates of eggs and bacon and sausages and hashbrowns, an entire feast served up.

“You’re incredible,” Buck says earnestly as he takes a bite.

Tommy turns a shade of red that Buck doesn’t think he’s ever seen on the man. He scratches his neck and looks surprisingly lost for words, a sight so unfamiliar on the man.

“Thanks,” Tommy mumbles, before taking a hashbrown and eating it in one bite.

Judo seems to have lost interest in Buck’s pets, and eyes firmly locked on the tray of food.

“I already gave him breakfast,” Tommy says with an eye roll.

Buck sneaks the dog a piece of toast anyways much to Tommy’s amusement.

I’ve tried to answer this ask twice now and tumblr keeps GLITCHING AND BEING A LITTLE BITCH >:( Okay I’m trying again 😭

Combining with this ask🥰

Anon: WIP game: little!Buck and cg!Bobby, you say?? 😍

(For some reason tumblr won’t let me add a screenshot 🙄)

This fic is one of my absolute favourites I’m so so excited to write more when I finish my big project. I love little buck with all my heart he is my favourite

It’s set in a littles are known AU during s1 and s2 and a bit before too of Evan’s life. He pretends/forces himself to be a neutral because that’s what his parents wanted. He sleeps around as per canon because he’s so desperate for physical touch and affection and that’s the only way he knows how to get it. But once Abby dumps him he drops hard. And bobby finds him and helps him 🥹 Anyway Buck thinks he doesn’t need help afterwards and says he’s done fine by himself for so many years. But he finds it increasingly difficult because of how hard he dropped before. So Buck and Bobby come to an agreement for Bobby to help him. But only because it’s necessary of course.

Cue the truck bombing and Buck calls out for Bobby. I’m sure you can guess what word he uses for that instead 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Here’s a snippet:

Buck tucks his face into Bobby’s neck, closer still. The comfort he hasn’t received in years feels so big. He can’t help but take as much as he can, scared that the moment will be fleeting and it will all be taken away just like everything else.

The journey to the bathroom is over much too soon and Buck finds himself being lowered to the ground, whining in fear when Bobby attempts to let go of him.

He clutches to his shirt, tighter, refusing to loosen his grip.

“It’s okay, Ev,” Bobby tries. “I just need to turn the bath on. I’m right here,” he says but Evan isn’t having it. He’s got Sammy in one hand and Bobby in the other and there’s no way he’s letting go of either of them.

“No!” He says firmly, hating the way years spring to his eyes at the wave of emotion.

“It’s okay buddy. How about you hold my hand whilst we get the bath sorted? Does that sound okay? Bobby suggests, figuring out a promising compromise.

Evan hesitates, thinking through the suggestion carefully. He doesn’t really want to be put down but if he can make sure Bobby is still there… and hold Sammy…

Evan nods, releasing his grasp on the man but immediately grabbing on to Bobby’s hand. Bobby chuckles softly, but takes his hand, holding his just as tight as Evan grips back.

Evan breathes, feeling a slight relief from the building stress of the situation. Bobby squeezes his hand twice and he looks up to see that the bath is running.

“Do you have any bubble bath?” Bobby asks and Evan shakes his head firmly. Abby didn’t like baths. And bubbles are for littles. He’s not supposed to like bubbles.

Bobby frowns and Evan tilts his head to him but doesn’t say anything.

Answered here but just for you I’ll give a litttle more hehe. It’s a oneshot so a lot isn’t explained but ah I just love shifter fics a lot.

The dumpster is behind a bakery, which seems to be open most hours of the night, industrial ovens and stoves switched on. Which is to say it’s warmer than any of the other dumpsters on the street. And it has the best food scraps. Sometimes even an entire loaf of bread.

It’s warm, and there’s food, and when Buck’s in his cat form, there’s really nothing else needed. Someone to cuddle up to would be nice, but Buck’s getting used to being on his own. He’ll live. He doesn’t want to be too greedy.

So he sleeps under the bin, pressed against the wall of the bakery where the warmth is strongest, and curls up, dreaming of love and being wrapped up in a hug, his tail intertwined with another.

And he wakes up cold, but nothing compared to Pennsylvania, so he can’t really complain.

Buck stays as a cat most days. It’s easier. Fewer people ask questions about why he’s on the street, he can squeeze into the safe spots, eat scraps without feeling bad, and most importantly his brain dulls down and he doesn’t feel that intense longing so much. He doesn’t hurt as much. He just exists, and lives, and that’s a much nicer life.

If he could stay as a cat forever, he would.

But when he stays in this form for too long, his bones start to ache more than normal, and his head starts to hurt, and there’s this itch under his skin he can’t seem to shake.

Foxieeeee hehe cat buck is a lil one shot where Buck is homeless and stays as a cat outside Bobby’s bakery who feeds him cats thinking he’s a stray. Then Bobby realises he’s a shifter and drags him inside the warmth and it’s just soft and RARARARAR

I think I’ve shared like all of it with you already but for everyone else here is a snippet:

Actually I think I’ve shared this before but idc it’s what I will share again 🫡

The man startles, waking up and looking around on alert. When he spots Bobby standing by the doorway, food in hand, he freezes, eyes widening. His eyes flicker to the bread in his hand, and Bobby distantly wonders when the last time the kid ate was.

Before he can offer the loaf, the man stands, hunching his shoulders inwards to make himself smaller and backing away.

“Sorry, I’ll just—” and suddenly the kid is gone, and a little black cat takes his place. It’s funny how small the cat is compared to the man. Bobby thinks it’s more fitting.

Bobby decides to shift too, hoping it will stop the kit from startling so much; he’s already shaking, tail fluffed up in fear. He can see his eyes darting, looking for an escape, but Bobby will be damned if he doesn’t stop that. He doesn’t think someone sleeping by the dumpster has anywhere better to go.

He slowly stalks towards him, trying to appear as non-threatening as he can. Which is difficult, given just how scared the smaller cat is.

The cat looks up at him, wide eyes staring into Bobby’s. Bobby turns towards the bakery, tilts his head and starts to walk towards the back door, hoping he’ll get the message, but when he turns, he finds the cat still frozen, looking at him but making no sign of moving along with him.