blorbodiaz
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
"Hey," Eddie says. "Can we go outside for a minute?"
Buck looks up and his face is carefully neutral, which on Buck is the equivalent of a five-alarm blaze because this man has never been neutral about a single thing in his life.
"Sure."
They leave cash on the table and step out into the parking lot. The air is heavy and thick with honeysuckle and asphalt and the far-off electric promise of rain. The cat is gone and the neon sign buzzes above them, pink and sputtering.
"I don't want to stay here tonight," Eddie says.
Buck’s eyebrows tick up. "Okay?"
Hesitating, cutting a look back at the diner, Eddie says, "Look, I know we were gonna find a motel somewhere around here but this place doesn't sit right with me. I can't explain it. I'd rather just keep driving."
He's bracing for Buck to push back, to ask what specifically feels wrong, use this as a doorway back into the booth and the hand and all of it. But Buck just looks at his face for a second and nods.
"Yeah. Okay. Let's go."
Or,
Buy one Buck kidnapping and get an Eddie kidnapping for free!Can be read as a standalone but is technically a continuation of my fic 'hands on'
Series
- Part 2 of no grave can hold my body down
Bookmarked by blorbodiaz
19 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“Hey, Buck?” Christopher says. “How do you know you’re not in love with my dad?”
Buck freezes. A full body clench. “Uh,” he says. “Could you - - I think I - - sorry,” he laughs uncomfortably. “Could you repeat the question?”
“I asked Dad, but now I’m more confused. And you date men, right? But you don’t date Dad. So how do you know you don’t want to date Dad?”
Or, Christopher has some questions. He asks the two worst possible people.
Bookmarked by blorbodiaz
19 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
This is all perfectly applicable to friendship. Friendships require effort. Intentionality. Sometimes you have to watch a minute long Instagram video about attracting men to figure out how to get your male best friend to come back to your house and fall asleep on your couch again. Or in your bed. Either one.
Whatever Buck's comfortable with. Eddie's not picky.
Eddie will take whatever proximity Buck is willing to offer and be grateful for it, and if that sounds desperate then fine, it's a little desperate, but it's friend-desperate, which is a completely different thing than regular desperate.
He replays the video and takes mental notes, formulating a plan that is simple: get Buck's attention. Spend more time with Buck. Stop feeling like his ribcage has been hollowed out with a melon baller every time he goes forty-eight hours without hearing Buck laugh.
Easy and straightforward. He’s got this.
Or,
Five times Eddie tries to show Buck how much he misses him; plus the one time he just says it.Bookmarked by blorbodiaz
18 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Not a who.
A what.
Because that’s what New Mexico had done to Buck.
It had taken his belief in people and warped it into something painful and twisted.
Because Buck didn’t see a person when he saw Earl Sheets.
He saw a nightmare.
His nightmare.
His nightmare standing in the firehouse and nearly three feet in front of him.
BTHB Prompt: Troubled Fetal Position
Series
- Part 5 of Princessfbi's Super Bowl aka 9x13 Fic Collections
- Part 14 of BTHB Fics
Bookmarked by blorbodiaz
14 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Now, at three in the morning, Buck felt like an accordion, bent at frequent intervals and sharp angles and he found himself questioning every memory he had of his early twenties. Had he really fit comfortably in the back seat once upon a time? Or had it always been cold and lonely and uncomfortable and those rougher edges of his memories were just sanded down by time and distance?
It was uncomfortable now. It was embarrassing now. Buck shivered, wrapping his arms around his bare arms and trying to scrunch down further against the seats. Away from view.
Early on in their friendship, Eddie finds Buck sleeping in the Jeep and takes him home.
Bookmarked by blorbodiaz
13 Apr 2026