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restless spirits
[ID: Animated rendered art of multiple pinned butterflies in a frame. Their wings shiver slightly, and spectral white butterflies flap their wings along the edges of the frame. Shadow cuts over one corner of the frame, making two of the three butterflies glow brightly in the darkness. End ID]
stuck, my beloved
for @minalover, happy birthday 💗
The Odyssey but retold as a low-stakes modern adventure of one guy out with his girlfriend leaving the bar with his buddies to do just one (1) simple thing real quick, it'll take like 15 minutes tops, he'll be right back, but then some bullshit happens and the trip keeps getting more complicated as more bullshit keeps happening while he just tries to get back to the bar because he promised his girlfriend that he'd get back and he knows that she's still there because she told him she'd wait there.
And by the time he finally gets back it's almost 3 am and the bar is about to close while she's sitting there stone cold sober, surrounded by 5 drunk guys unsuccessfully trying to convince her to give up on waiting for him and go home with one of them instead. And the guy shows up to proceed to beat the shit out of them before explaining himself to her like hey sorry bullshit kept happening, my phone fell into a storm drain and my wallet got stolen when I was trying to find someone who'd borrow me a phone so I could call and
His girlfriend had been fending off the 5 drunk guys for most of the evening by explaining that even if she was going to ditch her boyfriend, she can't possibly leave without finishing her beer, which she is keeping perpetually full via careful sleight of hand where she's just pouring it back and forth into and out of the pitcher.
However the drunk guys are also drinking, and eventually she can't afford to buy another pitcher for the table so she can't keep up the ever-full beer glass trick. At this point she has to resort to setting up the pool trick shot that she's never seen anyone but her boyfriend pull off, and says she'll leave with whoever manages the shot first.
That buys her another hour or so and then, finally, her boyfriend makes it back. He looks like shit, hair down and just a mess, he's wearing an entirely different jacket that he got from an alley, and barely recognizable—especially to 5 guys who've been drunk for hours now. He lurks for a minute, finds out what's going on, and proceeds to pull off the trick shot first try. Throws the jacket off, fixes his hair with a hair tie his girlfriend lends him, finally looks like himself again, and THEN beats the shit out of them with the pool cue.
yuh i was there, that's how it happened
i am so tired...can I stop waking up before 5 am for no reason please
@eddiediaznetwork - eddie diaz week
day three: facial expressions (or something like it)
Buddie Rec List: Works in Progress
There is something special about following a story as it unfolds in real time. This week's recs celebrate works in progress, cliffhangers, ongoing slow burns, and the authors keeping us all waiting for the next chapter.
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33 fic recs under the cut:
don’t blame me love made me crazy if it doesn’t you ain’t doing it right
EDDIEDIAZWEEK: Day 4 ↳ combo
Hatch - Mia Bergeron , 2026.
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Combo Eddie card! - The all new Top Trumps inspired card comparing all of the Eddie combos!
Eddie Diaz week - Day 4 (july 23) - combo(sweatddie/wetddie/parameddie) ((Ins/po))
idk if you take requests but would you do a sequel to “its okay, we’re the best of friends” ?
i don't not take requests if i like the prompt! as with everything idk i think it depends man. but i must admit, this gripped me. i never even considered a continuation/sequel so no forethought was put into the date or outfit while writing best of friends. i hope you like this anyway, even if it's not exactly what you wanted to see <3
take the moment and taste it
G | 2.2k | Eddie and Buck's first date. (Sequel to it’s okay, we’re the best of friends) | ao3
Eddie hasn't knocked on Buck's front door in years. He hasn't needed to; not when there's a spare key to Buck's place sitting on his keychain, right next to his own house key. (Buck has one of those too, and the thought makes Eddie's stomach flutter.)
So he doesn't quite know why tonight, as he reaches Buck's front door, he raises a hand—fist closed around a set of keys that includes one to said door—and knocks.
It's habit, he reasons. The polite thing to do when on a first date.
Except that Eddie knows it isn't that at all, and there's no point lying to himself.
Eddie knocks on Buck's front door, for the first time in years, because needs a few more seconds before facing Buck. Because he's nervous. That feeling is…new.
Realizing he was stupidly in love with his best friend was not a shock to Eddie. It's not the first time his heart has led him to that conclusion, but he hopes that it is the last. No, he knows it'll be the last, that Buck will be his last. The fact that Buck is a man hadn't phased Eddie much at all. In fact, he thinks they should award him another silver star for how well he handled that part despite his Catholic upbringing and general penchant for repression, thank you very much.
WIP Wednesday
tagged by @rhodeys, @sunflowerbuckleys, and @poledancingghostson love you all 😘 mwah. As I'm going to (finally) be posting the second chapter of catholic guilt fic tomorrow, have a snippet of that!
"So," Eddie agrees, his stomach churning, making it feel like he can't get the beer down at all because there's no room in there besides the butterflies.
"It's okay that you haven't shared in group," Scott sips his Heineken, giving what Eddie thinks is supposed to be a comforting smile. "It took me a few weeks before I did. I was, uh, scared that people would be…you know, weird about the whole gay thing."
Eddie nods, sipping his own beer—a Yuengling since they mainly only had domestics on tap.
"Were they?" Eddie swallows, palms sweating where he's got them resting on his jeans.
Scott hiccups a laugh. "I'm still here, aren't I?"
"Fair," Eddie agrees. "But you could be a masochist for all I know."
And he wants to smack himself in the face for his foot-in-mouth disease, about how he can't seem to stop himself from a fucking innuendo. Or whatever that was.
"Well, I'm not," Scott smirks with a finger pointing at Eddie from where he's holding his pint.
They lapse into a silence that is typical of two people who don't know each other and are certainly not sure how much of their freak flag to fly in front of the other.
"Did you know?" Eddie asks, suddenly, not sure what compelled him other than the fact that it's a secret that is bursting at all his seams and desperate to be taken out of its jar, examined, poked, and prodded.
His head is buzzing, and it's not from the beer.
"Know what?" Scott tilts his head, reminding Eddie just a little of Buck.
God, he's so down bad.
"That I'm gay, too," Eddie supplies, eyes on Orange Bowl going on behind Scott's head. "Like, could you smell it on me or something?"
Scott looks bewildered, blinking rapidly at Eddie. "Not even a little bit. You said you lost your wife. I didn't suspect at all. Just…you were new and, I don't know, I just wanted to extend a welcome." He stops, takes a sip of his beer again. "You're gay?"
"Think so," Eddie admits, scrunching his face. It's somehow easy to admit to a stranger, to someone he doesn't think will tell anyone in his life.
"What made you realize?" Scott asks, voice low and compassionate. Maybe they could be friends, even if his eyes are still shifting around the bar to make sure no one is watching them.
Eddie snorts to himself, shrugging. "Fell in love with my best friend," he admits.
Scott softens, reaching a hand out for Eddie's on the table. Eddie wants to recoil, but he doesn't move, even as his eyes flick around the bar to check and see if anyone is paying attention to them. No one seems to be, but he still gets that uneasiness in his stomach. El Paso isn't small, but it isn't exactly big either.
"That's the quintessential gay experience, Eddie," Scott tells him.
"It is?" Eddie didn't know that.
wip wednesday
let's see if I can get this out on my shitty data before this plane starts moving 😬 tagged by the loveliest @rhodeys and @sunflowerbuckleys 💛💛💛 i'm in sort of a hate everything i write mode atm but here's. something I wrote on my phone at a bar last night while listening to lost boys and lost boys (acoustic) on repeat
He goes to bed alone, but he never falls asleep that way. It's like clockwork, Buck's shadow in the doorway. Buck's fingers on his waist. Buck's lips against his skin.
And it's always a rough, biting thing. Buck's face against the pillow, Eddie's hands pulling at his hair. They rarely kiss, and when they do, it's all teeth and tongue and heat.
And it's not what he's imagined–when he lets himself imagine. It's not warm lips and eye contact and muttered praises and soft mornings. But it's what they have. It's all they have.
And when they come down–panting and sweaty and covered in bruising evidence of each other–Buck will wrap his arms around him. And he'll meet his eyes and hold them there–often for the first time all day. And he'll lay his head against Eddie's chest and he'll watch as his breathing steadies–as his face relaxes–peace finally settling into his tired muscles.
And when Eddie wakes up in the morning, the bed is always empty.
The pleasure and the pain– it's a package deal. It always has been.
tagging @bucklesdiaz @lesbucks @burntoobright @damnit-buck @diazboys @soupfic sorry if you've already been tagged!! plane is moving ahhhhh
wip wednesday
i was tagged by my beloveds @tweetsongs and @eddiesstabwound and i've got some werewolf buck to share! i really hope i can finish this tonight
A bite mark. Eddie's breath hitched. He understood. He could cling still to the rational, to denial. He could bury his face in the sand and forget what he'd seen, what he'd felt. But Buck was asking him not to. Hesitance stole over him, standing there with his hand on Buck's hip. Something between them was about to shatter, and Eddie feared the pieces would not fit back together. "Say something?" Buck asked, voice impossibly small. Eddie worked his jaw. Swallowed. At length, he said, "Last night was a full moon." "It was." "You …" Scared me. Licked my blood. Carried me in your arms like a toy. Killed someone, I think. "Saved me." "Is — is that okay?"
tagging @lesbucks @soupfic @poledancingghostson @zinnydark @circledwithaheart @bucksgreyhairs and @bucklesdiaz
wip wednesday
tagged by @eddiesstabwound mwah my beloved <33 here's a bit more of the 118 kids in peril fic that i've been fiddling with!
And Denny is his best friend, in the 118. It’s different from Kasey, who’s his school best friend, or Artemis, who’s his discord best friend. Denny is-- Denny gets it. Denny is the one who he can always look at from across the room when the adults are being ridiculous. Who knows what it’s like to hear a knock on the door in the middle of the night. It’s an impossible thing to explain, to anyone outside of their little bubble. It’s an impossible thing to understand, until you’re standing at your parents’ bedside and wondering if you’re going to become an orphan.
If Denny dies, then--
No. Denny won’t die. Denny can’t die.
(There are no promises, Chris knows. There is no corner of the world that can offer perfect safety, not without a dad or a Buck. But Buck and dad aren’t here. Buck and dad are looking for them. And Chris, who has watched dad practice for his academy exams and looked over Buck as he pulled dozens of people from raging waters, well--
Right now, Chris is the closest thing to a dad or a Buck that anyone’s got.)
tagging @circledwithaheart @sunflowerbuckleys @mihidecet @glorious-spoon and whoever else has anything they're working on!
wip wednesday
happy thursday! tagged by the always incredible @rhodeys <3 i've been working on a lil follow-up drabble (which is now over 1k and no longer a drabble) to it's okay, we're the best of friends. hopefully she'll be finished today and posted sometime soon :)
"Hi," Eddie breathes, eyes still raking over Buck's body. It's probably rude to stare this much but Eddie doesn't care about that either. He's pretty sure he's allowed to do that openly now, and it's not like Buck isn't staring back. His own brown button-up and dark blue jeans aren't anything new for him, but Buck seems to enjoy it so Eddie will let him look. "Hi," Buck replies, lips curving into a smile. "You look…" Eddie starts, trailing off as he flicks through a mental Rolodex of compliments for the right one. Gorgeous, astonishing, so fucking hot, like the rest of my life. None of them feel like the right thing to say. "Oh God," Buck's smile falters. "Bad? I wasn't sure about the top but Maddie said it was good, and I don't know where we're going so I wasn't sure what to wear. I can change! Do we have time for me to change? Would you mind waiting?" "No, Buck, no. You look good," Eddie lets his gaze flit to Buck's bicep one more time. It's the size of his head. "Like, really good."
tagging: @tweetsongs @sunflowerbuckleys @lesbucks @bucklesdiaz @circledwithaheart @dr-lizortecho @hawkslonggoodbye @tsunamikaela and anyone else who is working on stuff bc i wanna read it <3
lowkey kinda hard to access my inner peace and serenity lately
