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Oliver’s run via his stories.
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Peter via Kenny’s instagram -
Peter Krause Sighting... he sends his ❤️
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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
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“I want to remember this moment forever”

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not me coming back online to a soft launch
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home is you
buddie | omegaverse | 15K so far | rated: Mature | ao3
for @chismosoeddie
“She suspects it’s a bond rupture.”
Buck blinks at him and looks confused. “But you’re not bonded. Shannon wasn’t even old enough before she— you know.”
“Not Shannon,” Eddie says. His stomach roils with nausea and his whole body aches. How does he say this? It’s so dumb. They should just have the infusions. Eddie moved away. They won’t be able to be in the same city anymore. He shouldn’t have even said anything. What is the point?
But— Buck. How can he lose Buck? He already had to move and leave him behind. How could Eddie possibly take those awful chemicals to dissolve and erase everything he has left?
He finds the letters on his arm with his fingers. B.U.C.K.L.E.Y. Then goes back to the beginning and absentmindedly feels the silken thread in the familiar shapes on the sweatshirt all over again.
Buck looks like he’s thinking but coming up with nothing. “Who then?”
“It’s probably— I mean. I don’t know for sure. But. If you think about it. Out of anyone it would be. Possibly? I’m guessing—” God, he just needs to say it. He can say it. It’s not a big deal. They didn’t plan on this. And they’ll deal with it like they do everything else. “It’s you. I think. You and me. Maybe. That was my thought.”
Buck turns bright red and hides his face by rubbing his hand over it and scratching the back of his neck. “H-how? How would that even— we’re not— you’re not interested in— We’ve never had— we’ve never, you know. Had— or made— or done—? Wi-with each other. How would we randomly be bonded? We can’t be bonded. I am not pining after anyone. Everyone thinks I am, but I’m not. Wouldn’t I know if I were b-bonded? Wouldn’t we both know?”
Eddie almost laughs. Does he really know anything at this point? “You don’t have to have sex to bond.” Sex is just going through the motions. At least in Eddie’s experience. But no one cares if an omega enjoys it. It’s not for an omega. An omega is there to service their partner. “It’s time and care and intimacy that do it. And usually intention.”
“Okay, but. Isn’t it like getting married? Aren’t there whole ceremonies and sex things or whatever other intimate rituals that have to take place?”
Obviously Buck hates the idea. Obviously he’s disturbed by it. “I don’t know, Buck. I just thought. Out of anyone. The most likely thing. Was you. Considering we’re—” Fuck. Maybe that was wishful thinking. Maybe Eddie was too quick to assume.
What the hell does that say about him?
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Eddie moves to Texas and finds himself growing sick and unable to make himself and Chris a home. He and Buck are aching without each other and have to choose to either become mates or permanently severe their unintentional bond since they're now hundreds of miles apart living separate lives.
(read on ao3)
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get to know your mutual
thank you to the lovely @maydaydiaz for the tag 😘
Favorite Color: sage green
Currently Reading: just finished today ‘I hope this finds you well’ would defo recommend
Last Song: the sign by brittany broski
Most Recent Film: conclave
Most Recent Series: parenthood (hello younger peter krause)
Sweet/Salty/Savory/Sour: sweet all day every day
Tea or Coffee: coffee (confession I hate tea despite being british)
Working On: improving my average breaststroke pace
throwing this out there for anyone who feels like doing it 🥰
#about me#I’ve been just lurking lately as life be stressfulllll#and in two days off travelling for work and haven’t packed rip
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the return of the fuckass ryan guzman goatee 🥲 we are so close to getting the mustache back 🥲




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Eddie Diaz looking like Dimitri from Anastasia you will always be famous
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"rpf is fine" - buzzfeed
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the horrors persist but my friends write beautiful fanfic
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INSANITY
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slut strand. mustache. oliver breaking people’s backs. you got this one, my boy. baby girl. slutty waist. that was my voice note. ryan guzman’s butt. very well aware. we are very couple together. he does that already. your lips are way too plump, bro. big boy. good boy. bark. ice goes on the eye, bud
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Oliver Stark and Ryan Guzman - Reading Thirst Tweets
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he looks absolutely destroyed
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interviews... podcasts... videos... quotes... headlines... make it stop...
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