#*slaps eddie vs the hoa*

[queerdiazs]

fuck it friday 🐓

hi pals, i was tagged by @honestlydarkprincess, @thewolvesof1998, @wikiangela, @watchyourbuck, and @try-set-me-on-fire

(i don't have anything horny to share at the moment but @eddiediaztho and i spent the whole day discussing how much of a cock & cum slut eddie is so maybe soon i'll have something along those lines but until then)

enjoy a lil something from eddie vs the hoa

Someone kicks his foot. He opens his eyes and sees Buck looming over him, dust streaked across his sweaty cheek and curls in a disarray. He looks like the kid in the pictures Maddie has on her walls. It’s endearing and terribly, horribly cute, and maybe if he asks nicely she’ll give him some to hang up in this new house.  “I’m hungry.”  “Hi, Hungry. I’m Eddie.”  Buck kicks him again, harder this time. “Be serious right now.” He puts his hands on his hips, haughty and reminiscent of clipboard Buck. It’s kind of adorable. “It’s too late to call for pizza.”  “It’s LA. This city never sleeps.”  “That’s New York City.” Buck kicks him, again, and okay, Eddie gets the hint. “I’m hungry, Eddie.”  Eddie waves him off with a wiggle of his fingers. He reaches both hands in the air and lets Buck pull him up—and he’s a big dude, right, six foot, capping pretty close to two-twenty with an empty belly because he’s more functional muscle now than ever before—and Buck lifts him like it’s nothing.  He shivers. He doesn’t know why.  “I don’t have anything to cook,” he says, rubbing his itchy palms on his jeans. “There’s bread on the counter and sandwich stuff in the icebox that Marisol left yesterday. The cooler in the kitchen has pop and water and beer, if the movers didn’t take it all.”  Buck raises a brow. “You bought the movers beer?”  “Of course I did. They hauled my shit all over the place today and helped set it up. They deserve it.”  Buck smiles, that tiny little thing that Eddie only sees when it’s the two of them. Like it’s for him or something. And that’s not odd, not really. Eddie has his very own smiles he saves just for Buck—laughs, too, full-bellied and loud and free—because it’s safe. He’s safe with Buck. So it makes sense for Buck to have smiles that belong just to Eddie.  Huh.  He bristles, just a little bit. “Stuff’s in the kitchen.” He coughs. “I’ll grab Chris.”  Buck’s smile tilts down at the corner. “‘Kay,” he says, and Eddie pivots on his heel and books it toward Christopher’s room before he witnesses that smile slide all the way off Buck’s face. He could go his whole life without seeing that again. 

eddie's a goofy bitch in this i love him to the moon and beyond

i'm gonna tag @eddiediaztho, @giddyupbuck, @housewifebuck, @jeeyuns, and everybody else because i don't know who's done this and who hasn't <3