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[buckslasagna]

S06 E08 - What's Your Fantasy?

[minalover]

a house is not a home by dionne warwick made for @buddienetwork event 3: home

[merliren]

i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world. // the song of achilles by madeline miller

eddie diaz week: day 6 - near death experience

insp.

[closetfascination]

What do you think they're hiding? 5x17 - Hero Complex

[shelfthe-reader]

here comes that cold day in july // 8.10 “Voices”

@summerofbuddie week 5: minimalism

[dozypigeon]

make a home from a rented house

M | Buddie | 7.5k

beta read by the wonderful @young-waverer <3

Eddie is the first one up this morning. It’s not always a guarantee; on mornings they have a shift, Eddie will most often wake up to Buck already in the kitchen, sitting at the table, bleary-eyed with a steaming cup of coffee and a smile. On weekends, he might find Buck at the stove instead, flipping perfectly fluffy pancakes, recipe notebook—fondly referred to as The Big Book of Bobby(‘s recipes)—propped against a bag of flour. Even though he knows almost everything in it by heart. scenes from the kitchen at bedford street.

this was originally inspired by this text post from @buckleysibz' wonderful brain but i got carried away and added four additional scenes.

please enjoy some married buddie fluff on me!

[kiras-sunshine]

i told the stars about you

post season 8, roommates era buddie, 17k

originally written for @buddieficnetwork 's may event: home

summary

“I guess Eurydice and Orpheus didn’t get their happy ending?” “No,” Buck confirms, with a rueful sigh, “he got her back, but the condition was that he couldn’t look backwards until they got back to earth, but he looked back, and he lost her.” Eddie eases up the pressure on his palm, without even bothering to check how reddish his skin might be, as he inhales sharply. He cannot help but think about the way he doesn’t seem to be able to look away from Buck now that he is back in LA. How his gaze always finds Buck, at work and in their home. It’s an instinct. *** or, Buck has been thinking a lot about home and belonging

on ao3

[redrosydiaz]

oooh i'm intrigued by "feral eddie bite tattoo"

hiiiiii, friend!! 🫶🫶 a little snippy snip for youuu:

It’s faded now, after so many hours — but Eddie can still see it. Every time he closes his eyes, it’s there, right behind his eyelids. Stark, in his mind’s eye, like it’s only just been pressed into his skin.

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