fics of the yeeeearrrrr. tagged by my friends @eddiebabygirldiaz and @iinryer. you should read allll of their fics.
Jan
Feb
March
i'm a fine baby mama (but you knew that though)
Look—Buck’s not jealous, per say. He’s just a little confused as to how you can spend the past five years being best friends with someone, and then find someone new to replace him in the span of a couple of playdates.
April
in my mind
Everything about being with a man is—fucking incredible.
May
dreaming, given a name
He thinks of that stupid little question—are there more windows than doors? Buck’s always been pleasantly amused by the question. Windows or doors? Eddie’s like wheels.
June
Evangeline
Instead of sleeping, he hopes to watch the two of them the entire night. The slow rise and fall of their breaths, and the way they toss and turn in the night. He wants to tuck them in again and again, and then press his mouths to their sleepy foreheads and be there, all the time, everyday.
the book of love
It was a pretty regular day. He had an eight hour shift the day before, slept in a little bit, ate dry toast and drank a black coffee before dropping Chris off at physical therapy for an hour. If he had known he was gonna die, he would have sprung for the hashbrowns in the freezer.
bark like you want it
The first time Eddie Diaz hears his soulmate’s voice, he hears him say Damn, that’s a nice ass.
July
my man says he loves me (never says he loves me not)
croakett: I don’t know what to do tubbalubb: me neither He stares at the screen. Is this the correct time to bring up Buck’s abs? croakett: I’m pretty new here. Just signed up tubbalubb: okay well i love my best friend more than you love your best friend croakett: Um croakett: No I don’t think that’s what we’re supposed to do tubbalubb: oh
August
I think if you're lucky
Evan hits him with his car.
the tortured poets department
The first time Buck touched him, Eddie blew an ambulance up.
September
come and be my baby
He recognizes that he’s faintly stepping into the hazing sort of entry requirement. It doesn’t help that Eddie’s mouth flattens to the level of desert plains, sweat still cascading down the long length of his throat. “Buck, I don’t know what the hell your problem is—” Buck cuts him off. “Is that so, princess?” Eddie breathes through his nose, looking up at him. But before he can, his eyes flicker down to his lips. Just for a moment. Just for a second.
November
the itsy bitsy spider
How Buck lost some eggs, got stabbed, and lost Eddie's pants, too.
December
Songbird
Alternatively titled: This is going to ruin the tour.
Thanks for reading :) Excited for the next year!
