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PROUDLY INTRODUCING.... BOTTOM EDDIE WEEK!

from July 24th to July 31st, we will be celebrating all things bottom Eddie!

below you will find our full list of prompts and here at our AO3 collection you can see some examples of what each prompt might entail, as well as a more detailed list of rules.

any questions you might can be answered here if needed. I know there are some great b!Eddie authors over here so I wanted to give y'all the chance to participate as well.

thank you in advance for your interest, or even just your like and reblog <3

tagged by @betanoiz!! it's not friday anymore but who caresssss.

this is from my Buddie marriage of convenience turned divorce turned exes to lovers WIP <3

It is a beautiful kitchen. High-arched ceilings, a line of picture windows facing the backyard, offering plenty of natural light. The walls are a freshly painted egg shell blue to match the pearlescent off-white quality of the granite countertops and there is a six burner cooktop built directly into the flat surface of the kitchen island, which itself takes up most of the space in the centre of the room. Jordan watches from his perch in the doorway, scratching absentmindedly over his chin, one ankle crossed over the other.  “It’s nice,” Eddie says, hands jammed into the pockets on his jacket, head on a swivel. “And big. Lots of space.” “Yeah,” Buck echoes, giving a short nod. “Are the appliances included?” “You bet,” Jordan answers. He’s not looking at them anymore. He’s staring at the phone in his hands, fingers flying across the screen as he types furiously. “Brand new, just like the rest of the place. The owners did a complete remodel before they listed.” Eddie wanders the kitchen. Buck watches him press his fingers to the surfaces, watches him open the dual-compartment oven to peer inside. Watches him repeat the action with the fridge, pulling on arbitrary drawers and appraising the size of the freezer. He can picture it now, him and Eddie existing in tandem amongst this shared space. Breakfast in the morning, lazy lunches in the afternoons, a space for entertaining. It’s the kind of kitchen that makes you feel adult, like you have your life together, like you understand the importance of sharing these parts of your life. The creative play of childhood finally come to fruition.

E | Buddie (+ Eddie/OMC) | an Eddie in Texas Redux | Complete, ~43k

by jaekyu

It was once impossible for Eddie to swing so close to the sun. Now, suddenly, he finds himself craving the warmth. He wants to dig deep, commit to these thoughts and their natural conclusion beyond the single apple bite. It’s a softer reality now — not cruel, not scary, easier to swallow — and it’s happened almost overnight. When exactly did Eddie become capable of such a thing? He can’t be sure. Maybe it was just that he was getting older. Maybe he was becoming more comfortable living the life he had built for himself with love and care and people who dispensed those feelings back to him, people who never judged him too harshly. Maybe it was merely a case of checks and balances; the freedom of knowing that once everything is gone there will be nothing much left to lose. Whatever the reason for this revelation, it hardly matters. The wingspan of Eddie’s longing broadens with his search. And before Icarus ever fell, at least he flew.

Salvation comes for Eddie in the form of a misplaced camisole, a forgotten tube of lip gloss and a gay cowboy bar called Butch & Sundance. The rest is fundamental. (OR: It's hot in Texas. It's always been hot in Texas.)

hi!!! after months of writer's block and a unplanned writing hiatus, I return with some Eddie introspection against the backdrop of What His Texas Arc Could Have Been! featuring lingerie, lip gloss and a little forced feminization.

please read the tags to make sure this fic is right for you <3 and, as always, if you have any thoughts to share I'd love to hear them

Something about Buck’s cadence makes Eddie feel as if there is more to that statement then Buck is willing to divulge -- but, well, Maddie is Buck’s sister. Buck is allowed to have private conversations with his sister. Even if those conversations are about things involving Eddie. He and Buck are going to be husbands, sure, but they're going to be husbands in name only. Eddie isn’t somehow now entitled to more information than he was before.

(IDK if I even like/will keep any of this but #neverthelessshepersisted)

“This isn’t--” Bobby starts, and Eddie cuts him off with a displeased hum and a shake of his head. Bobby’s touch falls, and the cold rushes back in over Eddie’s skin.

(doing more of these now ok yay)

The parking lot is empty, save for the two of them and a single flickering streetlamp. It dots their shadows across the pavement in camera flashes, spelling out something in morse code that Eddie could never hope to understand.

If this was how the universe had chosen to send him its warning, it would be falling on deaf ears.