you and tequila make me crazy
buddie | 1,535 words | rated m | almost kiss/no physical infidelity
His arm is still draped over Eddie’s shoulders, hand still holding the other side of his head, and he shifts so that his fingers push up into the hair at the back of his neck, thumb slotting up against his ear.
And he’s so close. Half an inch closer and he’d be able to feel Eddie’s heartbeat under his tongue, solid and sure and alive, and –
“Hey,” says a voice above them, sharp enough to cut straight through the fog that’s settled over them. “There you guys are.”
in which buck and eddie lose chimney because they're drunk and horny
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Eddie Diaz immediately sending his sweet angelic perfect baby child to therapy when christopher is struggling and then turning to fucking street fighting when he’s the one struggling is the epitome of eddie’s character
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MARGOT ROBBIE
at the Critics Choice | January 14, 2024
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the fucking sniper is dead and misha is free and im afraid
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you and tequila make me crazy
buddie | 1,535 words | rated m | almost kiss/no physical infidelity
His arm is still draped over Eddie’s shoulders, hand still holding the other side of his head, and he shifts so that his fingers push up into the hair at the back of his neck, thumb slotting up against his ear.
And he’s so close. Half an inch closer and he’d be able to feel Eddie’s heartbeat under his tongue, solid and sure and alive, and –
“Hey,” says a voice above them, sharp enough to cut straight through the fog that’s settled over them. “There you guys are.”
in which buck and eddie lose chimney because they're drunk and horny
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evan buckley coming out as a bisexual at the age of 19 and getting kicked out. he finds his way to maddie and asks— begs— her to just come with him.
she can't, of course. but she gives him an old battered up postcard and the keys to her jeep.
buck trusts his sister more than anything. so he drives. he drives and drives.
until he stops. in a little town called hawkins, indiana. he finds the little yellow bungalow house, a porch wrapped around it, plants planted in the front yard. it's beautiful.
buck knocks and a man opens it. he completely forgets that its only seven in the morning. the man is wearing his glasses and his hair is tossed like he just woke up. buck has eyes, okay? and what a beautiful fucking man.
"uh, hey. i'm looking for robin. robin buckley."
the man squints at him, head tilting. his eyes fleet to buck's birthmark, pauses. before breaking into a smile.
"robin! evan is here!"
there's a crash and the sound of a plate breaking. then there's heavy footsteps running down the hall and it stops—
and she's right in front of him. she's older now than when buck last saw her. she's the same shape and form of his father, but softer, kinder.
"evan."
buck smiles, the first time he has smiled in days.
"hi, aunt robin."
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never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man
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she is the moment she is everything
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