Hippiebuckyharrington
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Billy had only hugged her once. He hadn't even been sober, and he probably didn't even remember. Just one time, but Max thinks about it all the time. Nearly every day, especially after the summer. Maybe if it'd happen more often she'd think about it less. Maybe if everything that happened after hadn't happened, she'd think about it less.
He'd only hugged Billy one time. One time, he'd wrapped his arms around the blonde and held on tight. One time, the other boy had fisted his hands in the back of Steve's jacket and held on just as tight.
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in your black heart (is where you'll find me) by notcaycepollard
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)
24 Mar 2017
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“Hey,” he tries, “hey darlin’, can you pass me the milk?”
“Oh sure,” Sam responds after a long pause. “Here you go. Sweetie.”
“Thanks, hon, you’re a real doll,” Bucky drawls, and pours himself another bowl of cereal, tops up his coffee, takes a mouthful of milk straight from the carton just for good measure. Sam narrows his eyes.
“That’s disgusting,” he sighs, and Bucky makes deliberate eye contact, swallows another mouthful. Sam holds his gaze. “Cupcake, come on, I gotta drink that shit, stop putting your mouth all over it.”
“I’ll put my mouth all over wherever I want,” Bucky tells him. “Sweetheart.”
“Will you just,” Sam mutters, and sips his black coffee like he’s totally unruffled, and Bucky is startled to discover that he’s the one who’s blushing. Shit. Maybe this was a tactical error.
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06 Jan 2025
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“I really like the shirt you’re wearing,” Buck chirps while he tosses the salad. It’s a giant bowl, and most of his attention is on not letting the leaves fall out. He’s being normal, casual, complimenting his best bro. An average day. “It looks good on you.”
Buck watches Eddie from the corner of his eye. Eddie looks down, then back up at Buck with an exasperated expression. “This shirt? Seriously?”
When Buck really gets a glimpse of the shirt, he winces. While he was right about it looking good on Eddie- because, honestly, everything looks good on Eddie- it’s covered in pasta sauce and excess spices. It has three holes on the neck hem and two more in the right armpit, and those are the only ones Buck can see.
He can play this off. “It would look better if you were a meatball.”
Eddie blinks at him.
“Get it?” Buck is starting to sweat now. Is it hot in here? He reaches back to turn the stove down half of a notch. “Because you’re covered in sauce?”
or, the asexuality of snails, getting engaged, and the love languages book
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- Part 17 of the great gig in the sky | buddie fics
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10 Sep 2024
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Unable to imagine a scenario where acting on his feelings for Buck doesn’t end up with everybody hurt, Eddie rejects Buck. Before he can finish the conversation, Eddie is ripped from his time and hurtled into several, seemingly random moments from the future that help clarify his decision.
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09 Sep 2024
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It turns out that Eddie Diaz is a slut.
Now Buck is in no way slut-shaming anyone, he would never, not only because it’s completely unacceptable and people can do whatever the hell they want with their own bodies as long as everything is consensual, but because of the old saying and all - those in glass houses, yadda yadda.
Buck knows slutty, he was slutty, but Eddie’s slutty is a whole other kind of slutty, not like Buck’s, which was sad and lonely and done for reasons he’s needed a lot of therapy to come to terms with, but Eddie’s? Eddie’s is fun and happy and joyful sluttiness.
(or the one where Buck thinks he and Eddie are just friends with benefits so he pushes Eddie to date other people because he’s an idiot.)
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03 Sep 2024
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“What do you mean you’re in the bridal suite?” Buck barks into the phone, pacing up and down the incredibly plush carpeting of this hotel room. “I’m in the fucking bridal suite.”
“Okay, Buck, calm down. What do you mean? We’ve got all the romantic stuff laid out—the strawberries and the chocolate and the champagne—”
“I’ve got the strawberries and the chocolate and the champagne,” Buck whispers, fingers so tight around his phone he thinks he can hear something cracking.
“What?” Maddie asks. “Hmm. Maybe there was a mix-up with the reservations? They’re both under Buckley, so… Do you want me to call the reception?”
Buck sighs. “No, no, of course not, Mads. Sorry, I’ll call them. It’s fine, I’ll just—I’ll get another room, because Eddie’ll be here in a few hours…”
or, having multiple wedding reservations under the same name was an accident waiting to happen and buck’s just trying not to jumpscare his best friend with the rather intense bridal suite decor in their very platonically shared hotel room
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02 Sep 2024