because, evan

eds / 26 / he mdni mostly just 9-1-1 nonsense. @kryptonian on Ao3 @weteddie on twitter

[nordstarr]

on fingers in his mouth friday even

[jayhsketch]

full on patreon!

[bucksgreyhairs]

making breakfast

[dampbuck]

boys' day out!

🛸࿐໋₊‧ ֹa birthday piece for my best guy, hayes 𓏲๋࣭࣪˖🪼.ᐟ

[havinganormalone]

Fanfiction is insane. You can write porn so good you make friends.

[dampbuck]

conceivable joys

buddie ✰ 10k ✰ rated T

ᯓ★ best friends in the world to lovers

ᯓ★ non-sexual intimacy and domestic fluff

ᯓ★ two men experiencing quiet kindness and joy

ᯓ★ what if a fic were also a treasure hunt?

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Looking down at the bottle’s label like he’s reading the countdown clock on a bomb, Eddie says, “Buck.”

“Eddie.”

Said Eddie huffs. Buck suspects he also had to fight back the urge to stomp his foot with that one. “I don’t need… I’m fine. It’ll go away in a couple of days; it’s only when I stretch weird, anyway, so—”

“Or, hear me out,” Buck interrupts coolly, “you could, I don’t know—relax? A few bubbles won’t bite, Eddie.” Then, softer: “It’s a muscle soak. It’ll help, I swear.”

Eddie holds out the bottle and points at it despairingly. “Citrus jamboree,” he whines.

“It’s a party,” Buck shrugs.

Or

5 innocuous stops along Buck and Eddie’s cozy journey to forever, +1 destination

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✰ read on ao3 here! ✰

happy birthday @weteddie 💓

[super-powerful-queen-slayyna]

*slaps car* this bad boy can hold so many bullets

[inkursa]

mornin

[try-set-me-on-fire]

having patience for your inner child or whatever

[sinnabonka]

[read on ao3]

explicit; 16,000 words

tags: established buddie, nde, hurt eddie, eddie whump, gunshot wounds, introspection, pov eddie, fruits definitely mean something, repression, non linear, sex as communication, semi public sex, Eddie Diaz character study

happy birthday @cryptidjpg 🎂

taglist:

@lesbianeddiesdiaz @buddstiel @rozanovnas @lookforanewangle @lovelyladlelumps @exhausteddiaz @walske @queen-saltyfries @playinginthunderstorms @lily-katie @absolutelybifurious @tanktopdiaz @tweetsongs @pairofraggedclaws @vibecheckd @doitbuckley @stickpuck @quiethauntings @iwasraisedfromperdition @spaceshipkat @demisexualdiaz @perlaret @gayeddies @hawkslonggoodbye @buckmybeloved @sunflowerbuckleys @bucksgreyhairs @firefightersgobrrr @haikyuuisgreat @cryptidjpg @gloomydiaz @weteddie @young-waverer @dampbuck

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I like how buck stomps around. He walks like this

[dampbuck]

the pouty deer of all time

[usersweets]

[dampbuck]

rolling thunder

buddie ✰ 22k ✰ rated M

ᯓ★ road trip + motel

ᯓ★ eddie diaz pov & character study

ᯓ★ humour, tenderness, and bickering

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“This is the most thought that anyone, of all time, ever, has put into adjusting a driver’s seat, Eddie.”

“Buck—”

“I’m serious. That rearview mirror has lived through so many angles and lives in the past six minutes that it’s about to start recounting its first-hand experience on the Titanic."

Just for that, Eddie reaches up between them and tweaks the mirror again. A ray of sunlight hits it and bounces across Buck’s eyeline. Buck’s face scrunches up as he rushes to shield his forehead with one hand. It does not remind Eddie whatsoever of a small, bashful dog hiding behind its soft paw, because that would be deranged. He twists the mirror back into position.

“The Titanic probably would have gotten us to Nashville better than this truck.”

Buck’s indignant squawk rings out in time with the turnover of the engine as Eddie hits the ignition.

or

Gay Thoughts: A New (Nissan) Frontier

or

Eddie Vs. Truck

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✰ read on ao3 here! ✰

[bark-barkley]

buck and eddie roughhousing. buck and eddie play wrestling and then theyre both panting and sweating. buck and eddie rolling around on the ground and then they realize they're both hard and someone grinds down

[weteddie]

the things we do for love by kryptonian

rated g | 1.2k words | no archive warnings Eddie Diaz/Evan "Buck" Buckley

“You wanna try?” Eddie asks. No, no, no, fuck no, not really, I don’t even like pickles that much. I only eat the ones off your burger because you don’t normally like them, he thinks. But what he actually says — because he’s whipped, in love, and their baby is growing inside Eddie's stomach — is, “Yeah, um… of course.”

OR day 4 of Pregnant Eddie Week: Cravings

[weteddie]

little apple seed by kryptonian

rated t | 3k words | no archive warnings

Eddie’s got a half-full grocery bag in his hand and a panicked look in his eye. “H-How was the store?” Buck asks, like a totally normal, not prying guy. Eddie looks at him for a long second before succinctly saying, “Pregnant.” Buck blinks. Once. Twice. “What?” “What?” Eddie repeats back. Which is crazy. Because Eddie is the one saying and doing crazy shit. Buck has done nothing that needs questioning. “W-What did you say?” Buck expands, leaning forward in his chair. The reusable shopping bag is placed onto the dining table where the beautiful breakfast spread had once been, and then Eddie lifts the bottom of it, letting the contents spill out over the table. The contents are several little sandwich bags with eight completed pregnancy tests inside them.

OR day 2 of Pregnant Eddie Week: Side Effects