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9-1-1 | DON’T DRINK THE WATER (8.17)

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Tr*mp trying to conquer the world and brute force American exceptionalism onto everything and they just elected an American pope… please go back in there and pick again I am fucking begging

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at the risk of this getting buried under the screaming of the new episode tonight, here is a new fic:

sun soakin’ bulges in the shade

explicit, 14.9k, needy eddie & service top buck.

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“D’ya want one?” Buck mumbles, mouth full of fruit. “They’re good.”

Eddie’s been staring at Buck since he first sauntered into the living room and collapsed on the couch, but it’s gotten more intense since Buck first sunk his teeth into the fruit. The juice is dribbling down his hand and wrist; he’s licking it up, casual, kind of disgusting if Eddie’s being frank, and Eddie wants to die a little bit. Or sit on Buck’s face. It’s a toss-up, at this point.

“No,” Eddie says, and as Buck slurps through another bite, he adds, just a touch petulant, “I don’t like peaches.”

Eddie doesn’t know why he says it. Eddie does like peaches. He likes them fresh and he likes them floating in syrup, and he likes nectarines even more.

“You do, though,” Buck retorts, fuckass eyebrow arched. “You love peaches.”

“I like nectarines better.” Eddie squirms, sinking deeper into his sofa crease, and taps some random letters for the crossword app on his iPad. “That’s all.”

“Nectarines and peaches are the same fruit.”

“I don’t like the fuzz,” Eddie snaps, snippishly. He scrunches up further. “It makes my mouth feel weird.”

That’s the truth. But Eddie does like peaches anyway. He just can’t stand it—Buck’s teeth sinking through the skin, Buck’s loud slurping, Buck’s chin glistening with juice. The implications behind it, even. Eddie’s not entirely ignorant to texting culture; he’s perfectly well aware of what the peach emoji represents.

That’s the problem.

“Alright,” says Buck. He’s smiling a little, smug in an infuriatingly hot way. “No peaches for you.”

And he gobbles the remainder of the fruit up.

Meat peeling off the pit, the subtle tearing hidden by the loud suction of Buck’s mouth. The juice still spilling past his lips—down his wrist, but also his chin, his jaw, part of his neck that Buck casually wipes at, like Eddie isn’t salivating at the thought of licking it off. He hates it, yet he doesn’t; is almost content with staring at his boyfriend from the other side of the couch, just watching it all happen.

Buck finishes his peach, weighs the pit in the palm of his hand for a bit, and gets up. Asks, “Can I get you anything?”

Your tongue in my ass, Eddie thinks, thoughts a touch hysterically horny, but Eddie says, “Some juice, please.”

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at the risk of this getting buried under the screaming of the new episode tonight, here is a new fic:

sun soakin’ bulges in the shade

explicit, 14.9k, needy eddie & service top buck.

full snippet below the cut:

“D’ya want one?” Buck mumbles, mouth full of fruit. “They’re good.”

Eddie’s been staring at Buck since he first sauntered into the living room and collapsed on the couch, but it’s gotten more intense since Buck first sunk his teeth into the fruit. The juice is dribbling down his hand and wrist; he’s licking it up, casual, kind of disgusting if Eddie’s being frank, and Eddie wants to die a little bit. Or sit on Buck’s face. It’s a toss-up, at this point.

“No,” Eddie says, and as Buck slurps through another bite, he adds, just a touch petulant, “I don’t like peaches.”

Eddie doesn’t know why he says it. Eddie does like peaches. He likes them fresh and he likes them floating in syrup, and he likes nectarines even more.

“You do, though,” Buck retorts, fuckass eyebrow arched. “You love peaches.”

“I like nectarines better.” Eddie squirms, sinking deeper into his sofa crease, and taps some random letters for the crossword app on his iPad. “That’s all.”

“Nectarines and peaches are the same fruit.”

“I don’t like the fuzz,” Eddie snaps, snippishly. He scrunches up further. “It makes my mouth feel weird.”

That’s the truth. But Eddie does like peaches anyway. He just can’t stand it—Buck’s teeth sinking through the skin, Buck’s loud slurping, Buck’s chin glistening with juice. The implications behind it, even. Eddie’s not entirely ignorant to texting culture; he’s perfectly well aware of what the peach emoji represents.

That’s the problem.

“Alright,” says Buck. He’s smiling a little, smug in an infuriatingly hot way. “No peaches for you.”

And he gobbles the remainder of the fruit up.

Meat peeling off the pit, the subtle tearing hidden by the loud suction of Buck’s mouth. The juice still spilling past his lips—down his wrist, but also his chin, his jaw, part of his neck that Buck casually wipes at, like Eddie isn’t salivating at the thought of licking it off. He hates it, yet he doesn’t; is almost content with staring at his boyfriend from the other side of the couch, just watching it all happen.

Buck finishes his peach, weighs the pit in the palm of his hand for a bit, and gets up. Asks, “Can I get you anything?”

Your tongue in my ass, Eddie thinks, thoughts a touch hysterically horny, but Eddie says, “Some juice, please.”

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damn that’s wild. Maybe the solution is gay sex

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um. anyway..

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actually. to speak my truth. ✋ sometimes buck bends eddie over the kitchen table and eats him out until he’s crying. and then fucks him raw. and slaps him on the ass. and then gives him a snack on a little plate like maybe a not-very-good buttermilk biscuit or a lemon blueberry muffin. and then they sit on chairs in the backyard with buck’s feet in eddie’s lap while eddie massages his sore ankle and they talk about folding laundry :)))

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fic recs: 4/19 - 4/26

hey what's up hello figured i should put my chronic fic reading to good use and share some each week (or, at least the weeks that i remember to do this)

in no particular order, some of my fave reads this week under the cut

🚒 honey you're familiar by cranberrymoons | @cranberrymoons rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

Seeing him like this: Buck on top of him, mile-long legs splayed out over his lap. Straddling him with his hands planted on Eddie’s shoulders, sweat shining on his face, sheets bunching up around both of them. At some point in the watching, sitting up, hand pressed low on Buck’s back to keep him held close, mesmerized.

🚒 eat your bones by oneofthesirens rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

“What, even if I kill someone?” Eddie shoots back. It feels like he’s daring Buck — testing him, almost. Eddie can’t tell what he wants from this conversation, just that he wants. “Even then,” Buck says, then adds, “Especially if it's your parents.” “Buck,” Eddie laughs. His whole face feels flushed, impossibly hot. It’s hot in Texas, always, but he feels almost electric with it. “Nah, Eddie, I’m being so serious right now, if you tell me you need to hide a body in El Paso, I’m there.” Buck’s laughing too, his head thrown back so the arch of his neck takes up most of Eddie’s screen. Eddie presses a thumb to the screen, where he could touch the dip at the base of Buck’s throat if they were together. “Don’t be an idiot,” Eddie snorts. “I’m not going to ask you to hide a body, okay?” Buck sighs. “I wish you would. We’d see each other again, at least.”

🚒 symbiosis by mandolare | @rainscenes rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

Seeing him like this: Buck on top of him, mile-long legs splayed out over his lap. Straddling him with his hands planted on Eddie’s shoulders, sweat shining on his face, sheets bunching up around both of them. At some point in the watching, sitting up, hand pressed low on Buck’s back to keep him held close, mesmerized.

🚒 have, hold by trysetmeonfire | @try-set-me-on-fire rating: teen relationships: buck/eddie

“I think you should marry me,” Buck says. Still not really looking at Eddie. Looking at Eddie. Condensation drips on his thumb. He got back from Texas seven hours ago. He's known the man at his table for as many years. He doesn't- he's not- but who else is he ever going to love this much? And if Buck asks for something he needs- what is Eddie going to do besides his best to provide it? So: “Okay,” Eddie says. “Okay.”

🚒 Help Me Believe by semperama | @semperama rating: teen relationships: buck/eddie

“I fucked up,” Buck says. He wishes he could stop himself from talking. If the elevator hadn’t stopped, if they weren’t trapped here, maybe he would have been able to bite his tongue until later, until it didn’t matter anymore. “Eddie, I—” “Hey,” Eddie says, sharp, cutting him off. “No, you didn’t. Buck, you didn’t.”

🚒 Gone by hopeintheashes rating: teen relationships: gen

“Who?” Jaw set. Death grip on the kitchen counter, screwdriver digging into his palm. Tommy closes his eyes. “Bobby.” “Which hospital?” He almost chokes on the words. “Eddie,” he says, which isn’t the right answer, which makes his vision white out.

🚒 Does He Know? by carpediaz | @sofa-king-lame rating: gen relationships: buck/eddie

Lily wonders if Eddie does anything other than talk to Buck when he’s not with Chris, because everytime she runs into him (which is a lot because they’re currently living less than a mile from each other) he’s got Buck on a video call. They bicker about what colour Eddie should paint his kitchen - “Eddie, you wanna go with something warm to make it inviting,” Buck had insisted, cackling triumphantly when Lily had agreed with him. They reminisce about calls they attended - “okay but you have to admit that Ravi fucked that one up, right? I asked for gauze and he handed me an IV bag,” Buck had sneered, wholly offended by Eddie reminding him that Ravi had been terrified of him after the ‘chainsaw incident’. orThe one where one of Eddie's highschool friends witnesses Buck and Eddie on video calls over the span of a few weeks and wonders why the fuck they're not together

🚒 all i see is what i should be by oceanofchaos rating: teen relationships: buck/eddie

For some reason, everyone’s much more chill about Buck hooking up with Tommy than they are about him dating Rafa, which given all the drama around not letting Buck message Tommy when they broke up seems kind of fucked up. Rafa’s a genuinely nice guy, and they’re taking it pretty slow because of Chance, so it’s not like he’s rushing into a serious relationship for once.“I’m not saying he’s not nice,” says Hen exasperatedly.Chim exchanges a look with her before saying, “Honestly him being nice is kind of the problem.”“What is that supposed to mean?” asks Buck, righteously outraged. — Episode tag to 8x12 Disconnected, where Buck ends up dating the single father from the first call, and everyone (up to and including Eddie) is super normal and cool about it.

🚒 good dogs don't run away by withmeornotatall rating: gen relationships: buck/eddie

"I, um, well..." Eddie shrugs, all nervous bashfulness that makes Buck want to put him in his pocket, maybe his ribcage, just to keep him close, safe. "I'd ask you to move in, but..." "Hate to break it to you, Eddie." His lips curl around the name differently now. Or maybe they don't. Maybe he's always said Eddie's name like it was his favourite word, a plea, a prayer. "But I've got another month of rent down on this place, so if anyone was asking anyone to move in, it'd be me." (OR: they're roommates, partners, best friends, what else is there?)

🚒 Those Five Little Words by diazzeddie rating: gen relationships: buck/eddie

“Bye, Eddie.” “Bye, Buck. I love you,” Eddie says before he hits the red button and hangs up. Five seconds later, the words hit him like a shotgun blast to the face. He just told Buck he loves him. He told Buck he loves him just before hanging up the phone. He only ever does that when hanging up the phone with Chris, his sisters, and his abuela. The only non-family member who ever got an “I love you” when hanging up the phone was Shannon. OR Eddie accidentally tells Buck he loves him when hanging up the phone. They both proceed to be very normal about it.

🚒 Stress Relief by greenbergsays rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

Set in the aftermath of the sniper shooting. Eddie is feeling frustrated and Buck offers a helping hand. (With added feelings!)

🚒 baby come home by anchrblack | @anchrblack rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

“I thought you weren’t ever going to come back,” Buck admits, the terrible truth finally out in the open. Eddie’s eyes widen in shock. “I thought that was it—that our time was up. I don’t know. I never thought you’d come back.” “Buck,” Eddie says, devastated. “Buck, I—” “I didn’t think you’d come back,” Buck says, and his voice cracks. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you or Christopher ever again.” eddie comes back from texas, and buck doesn't know how to deal with that.

🚒 let's learn something new by Buddieaya rating: mature relationships: buck/eddie

“You stuck-stuck, or… like, just emotionally stuck?” “Physically,” the man calls out, clearly mortified. “Very physically.” There’s something about his voice, an edge of familiarity that tickles at his brain and makes Eddie’s brows pull together. He knows that voice. Before Eddie can place it, Bobby steps forward, flipping on the overhead lights. “Alright,” he says calmly, surveying the room. “Let’s get to work.” And that’s when it hits Eddie. The glow of the lights reveals the man in full clarity, tousled curls, expressive face, wide blue eyes full of embarrassment, and Eddie’s stomach drops clean out of his body. “Buck?” he blurts, eyes going comically wide. Because it’s him. Christopher’s favourite YouTuber, the one with the DIY science experiments, survival tips for kids, fifteen minute long videos about how cool octopuses are. And now he is tied to a hotel bed in nothing but tight boxer briefs, his cheeks flushed a deep red, that is slowly creeping down his chest which is rising and falling fast in quiet horror. Oh. My. God. Or; Buck’s a YouTuber and the 118 save him from an embarrassing situation, and him and Eddie hit it off.

🚒 calling out for somebody to hold tonight by trageddie | @eddiewasinthearmy rating: teen relationships: buck/eddie

Bobby lives, Buck takes Chim's advice, and Buck and Eddie trade secrets and promises.

🚒 you don't get to tell me about sad by HungryHungryHippo | @circledwithaheart rating: teen relationships: maddie/chim

"I'm just glad we could both be here for you," Margaret adds, and Phillip makes a sound of agreement. Buck curls one hand into a fist under the table while he tries to make the other, clenched around his fork, stop shaking. Maddie lightly clasps his wrist across the table, reminding him she's there. That she sees him. "Maybe," Chim interjects, as low and tense as Buck's ever heard him around their parents. "Maybe you shouldn't be." — OR Buck, Maddie and Chim remind the awful Buckley parents who Bobby really was to them

🚒 too much to lose by rizcriz rating: teen relationships: buck/eddie

It’s not a conscious thought. Not him. Anyone but him. He doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t want to lose any of them—but it’s flitting to the front of his mind and he can’t even stop it, is the thing. And maybe, some awful, heartbroken part of him—this little thing inside of him that he’s been so scared to acknowledge—knows why, but it doesn’t stop the wave of guilt. He doesn’t want to lose any of them. And they’re all in that building. And one of them is dead. And all he can think is—not him. Anyone but him.

🚒 'til our fingers decompose by soopsiesdaisies | @soopsiesdaisies rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

Buck tastes like the beer they drank after they got in, the dumplings they picked up from that good Japanese place just on the corner from the firehouse, like soy sauce and the garlicky sriracha he likes to put on literally everything. It’s the best thing Eddie’s ever tasted. He’s pretty sure he’ll never want to detach his mouth from Buck’s ever again. Buck does do that, however. Pulls away just a hairbreadth, breathes in sharply through his mouth. A grumpy little whine cuts through the silence of the kitchen like thunder. “Oh,” Buck whispers, sixty different shades of smug, and Eddie’s face gets all boiling when he realizes the sound came from him. “Huh.” Or, Buck gives Eddie his world back, and Eddie is in love with him. They go from 0 to a 100 real quick.

🚒 just give me one bad night by loveisawildthing rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

“What do you want, then?” He asks lowly, his voice still raspy from crying. He can feel the deep breath that Eddie takes at the question. Eddie leans forward, nosing clumsily at the skin of Buck’s cheek, then his jaw. “I want,” Eddie starts, and then he places his mouth where his nose had been, right where Buck’s jaw meets his neck. It startles a gasp out of Buck, causes his grip on Eddie to unintentionally tighten. “I want to not think about it for a little while.” Buck and Eddie have drunken, bad idea grief sex after Bobby's funeral.

🚒 a hand lit the fuse of a chain reaction of countermoves by Blackmustacherating: gen relationships: buck/eddie

“Some guys at the gym were talking about this new dating app and now things are more - settled. I thought I might give it a try. Nothing serious.” “Really?” Buck tries to push down the jealousy he feels bubbling up at the thought of someone else taking up space in Eddie's life. He shouldn't be jealous. Eddie deserves that as much as anyone. “Eddie Diaz on a dating app??” - Or, Buck accidentally-on-purpose catfishes Eddie

🚒 'Cause I remember it all, all, all by cathcer1984 rating: teen relationships: buck/eddie

Buck thinks about his role in Chris' life.

🚒 at long last by tigersharks rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

Because Eddie, in his haze of pleasure, takes his other, unrestrained hand and reaches down, trailing it against the sticky wet of his precome and grabs onto his dick, jerking it in all too familiar, practiced movements and Buck thinks— Buck thinks, oh. Buck thinks, I want to be the one giving him pleasure. I want to make him feel good. I want to service him. And that’s the whole problem, really.

🚒 i can take the pillowcases off the yellow pillows by atlasblue85 | @atlasblue85 rating: gen relationships: none

It almost sounds like someone is crying. He heads toward the source of the sound – Christopher’s room, except he knows Christopher is outside goofing off with his cousins. “Eddie?” he calls again, gently nudging the door open. He’s greeted by an unfamiliar sight: his son, sitting on the floor of his old bedroom, sobbing.

🚒 Ice Cream Trucks by glorious_spoon | @glorious-spoon rating: mature relationships: buck/eddie

"What's so funny?" Eddie murmurs. He's pressed so close Buck can't see his expression, but he can feel the shape of his smile against his jaw, and that's even better. "Nothing, nothing," Buck says, breathless, and kisses him again, because he gets to do that now apparently. "I just can't believe this is happening. Feels like a dream." "You have a lot of dreams about me?" Eddie asks, in a tone that's definitely trying to be smooth but is just a little too uneven to completely pull it off.

🚒 wait for me there by hyruling | @hyruling rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

“How do you feel about me?” Eddie asks at last, voice low. “Eddie,” he says, ragged. “Don’t make me – you know. You have to know I – don’t you?”

🚒 king of the castle by organyx rating: explicit relationships: buck/eddie

Buck scoffs. “You really think you could go longer than I could without—” Eddie shakes his head in amusement. “Making a ‘deposit’?” he teases sarcastically, finishing Buck’s sentence when he awkwardly clams up. “Yes, with one hundred percent certainty.” Buck’s eyebrows raise, his bright grin showing off a row of perfectly white teeth. “Oh, you wanna bet? Since you’re so confident.” — Buck and Eddie challenge each other to see who can go the longest without an orgasm. Eddie’s pretty confident he can win.

🚒 minor major crisis by WillowFlycatcher | @hannimals rating: teen relationships: buck/eddie

As much as he’s tried to shut it down, Buck can’t deny that Tommy had cracked the seal on a certain question. One that Buck hasn’t stopped thinking about ever since. And no, let the record show that it is not whether he’s in love with Eddie, even if everyone seems to be dying for that to be the case. That’s a patently ridiculous suggestion that holds absolutely no water, and has not a single shred of evidence to back it up. It’s not worth thinking about for even a second. No matter what everyone says. No, the question at hand is obvious. Could Eddie, possibly, maybe, conceivably not be straight? Or: Buck looks for one answer and finds another

🚒 i'll hold in these hands all that remains by star_bunny | @buckkdiaz rating: gen relationships: buck/eddie

‘Eddie,’ Buck whispers; a single word, but still, his voice breaks on the enormity of it, and then he steps in closer and kisses Eddie. It's frantic and desperate, more of a crushing press of the lips than a kiss, but for a moment Eddie gives in to it, gives in to the need to forget about the fucking nightmare they're living in and seek solace in Buck’s arms, gives in to seven years of wanting as he snakes his arms around Buck’s back, pulling their bodies flush together as he deepens the kiss, chasing oblivion until - Until he tastes the mistakable salt of tears. Eddie hasn’t seen Buck cry all day, but he can taste it nonetheless, taste his grief , and it’s like a shock to the system, piercing through the haze that had settled over his mind at the feel of Buck’s lips against his. He breaks the kiss with a sudden gasp. ‘No,’ he whispers, his breathing harsh and ragged, like it’s killing him to say this. Because it is. ‘Not like this.’ * Eddie and Buck seek comfort in each other after the funeral.

🚒 unbreakable, impenetrable by cavka | @cavka rating: gen relationships: gen

Staring at the screen, watching as Buck slowly slides down the wall of the lab as his grief overtakes him, Tommy wonders if he's ever loved someone so much that their death would break him like this. Tommy's thoughts on himself, the 118, and vulnerability in the aftermath.

🚒 (one more look) and i forget everything by Neuqe rating: gen relationships: buck/eddie

That is exactly the kind of smile that is stuck on Eddie’s face right now, on the other end of the table, at the firehouse, and Buck fears those damn butterflies are permanently dislodged between his ribs, making his stomach flip, not unpleasantly, as he just looks at Eddie and smiles back at him.

🚒 I will never let you fall apart by unfictional | @sadgayeddie rating: teen relationships: buck/eddie

It’s late. Eddie’s phone starts vibrating, and he knows on instinct that something is wrong. It’s been radio silence from Buck all day and all his texts had gone unanswered. He knows it must have been a bad shift since he knew Buck would have answered his texts with at least some random emoji if he was busy, but today? Nothing. If he’d remembered correctly, Buck was supposed to be off shift hours ago. He couldn’t even feel relieved when Buck finally called because he knew something was really wrong.

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what does this say. genuine question.

this is for those who despair over seeing ships or tropes that make them uncomfortable while they do their little scrolly-scroll on ao3, acting like they aren’t responsible for their own internet experience

(alternatively, the back button also works)

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THE GOOD PLACE 4.09 | The Answer

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for your consideration 😔

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very funny to me when people act like animal farm and 1984 are revolutionary anti government texts that the Powers That Be dont want you to read when they have literally been a part of every standard middle/highschool english lit cirriculum in the usa and beyond for decades. precisely because theyre such convenient primers to propagandize that Commies = Bad. the government is quite literally making kids read them

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so hopefully what we all learn from JK Rowling starting to go after asexual people is that when we bully or exclude queer people in our own communities we make this discourse popular enough for it to eventually spread to homophobes, right?

This is not the first time I've heard people outside the community parroting Ace Discourse talking points either. One of my sister's friend's parents believed that it was a form of social contagion when her son came out as asexual. She said very similar things to people online that I've seen. My mom had to talk her down and discuss it with her, but yeah.

Ace Discourse breached containment a few years ago. They have some of these talking points because of acephobes on this website starting discourse and invalidating peoples' asexuality. When a transphobe as notorious as her starts parroting these points, please know that you fucked up.

When you make fun of poly people or people with neopronouns you're making it more likely for homophobes and transphobes outside our community to spread hate and violence against small, vulnerable communities. I don't care if you think it's cringe or a phase or whatever, don't give homophobes ammo and stand with other queer people, even ones you don't understand/don't like/don't agree with.

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glove sharks 🦈

og tiktok by @ teyelerthedestroyer

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the thing about tommy's "now that the competition is out of the way" is that it insinuates feelings on BOTH sides. like for tommy to consider eddie competition he has to 1. believe that buck has feelings for eddie and 2. believe that eddie has feelings for buck. otherwise it's not really a competition. but also. during the break-up and the hook-up tommy betrayed the fact that he KNEW it wasn’t really a competition. not because buck and eddie don't have feelings for each other. but because they DO. it wasn’t really a competition because tommy never had a chance of winning. and he knew that. like, specifically tommy broke up with buck when he did because he didn't want it to get to a point where HE had real feelings for buck because he knew that buck had real feelings for eddie and that he could not compete with that. "you wouldn't plan for it. but you would break my heart" implies that buck would leave him. for eddie. which then implies that buck's feelings for eddie are reciprocated. he knew that it was only a matter of time before buck OR eddie realised their feelings. and he knew there was no chance in hell those feelings would not be reciprocated. then, fast-forward to the hook-up. he's only willing to try again BECAUSE eddie is out of the way. he hears that eddie is gone and he thinks he has a chance. because the competition is out of the way. which, well one. reiterates that tommy knew deep down that it was never really a competition. because he knew that the only way he could potentially win buck's love was if the other side was taken out of the equation entirely. which is foolishly what he believed eddie's move to texas meant (laughs in facetime). and two. it confirmed again that he knew it wasn't one-sided on buck's part. because now that the competition is out of the way implies that eddie felt the same way. and that as soon as eddie realised that he would have won before the competition even began. which is why buck's "and he's STRAIGHT" was immediately met with, scoff. okay. because that's buck's ONLY defense. and tommy knows that as soon as that is proven untrue. it's game fucking over.