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darling, please, just take my hand

“Blueberry or banana?”

Eddie finds him in the kitchen, counter already covered with containers of flour and baking powder, two mixing bowls, and an assortment of measuring cups.

“Banana.”

“There’s also chocolate chips. I guess chocolate chip banana makes the most sense. Best of both.”

Eddie can just make out the shadowed silhouette of Buck’s frame as he stands at the counter between the dimly lit window and the soft yellow light of the range hood.

“Why are you making pancakes at two in the morning?”

“I’m not. This is for breakfast. I just, I wanted to make sure that we had—that you had—the right ingredients.”

“For pancakes?” 

“Yeah. I figured it would go over b-better if the food was g-good. Great. If it was great.”

He feels his jackrabbitting heart slow incrementally as Eddie’s arms wrap around his waist, beat slower still as Eddie hooks his chin over Buck’s right shoulder.

“Nobody can be that upset when they have pancakes, right? And really good pancakes, not just the kind from the box. I mean—unless he just…goes to his room instead of finishing them after we tell him.” He feels his t-shirt drag against the stubble on Eddie’s chin, as Eddie moves to leave a soft kiss at the top of his shoulder. “Oh. What if it ruins pancakes for him? Like, like anytime he goes to have pancakes he remembers how—how mad he is at us, at, a-at me, for ruining everything.”

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“You haven’t ruined anything, Buck,” Eddie’s voice as gentle and sturdy as his hold on him.

Eddie’s always had a hold on him, starting with that handshake. He didn’t even last a full 24-hours before every part of him started to precariously then determinedly latch itself to any part of Eddie that Eddie would let him have. That’s the problem. He never did figure out how to get Eddie to let go. Didn’t help that Eddie probably didn’t even know the extent of it.

“Well, we don’t know that.”

The problem is that he wanted Eddie to have him. Gave over every piece willingly, knowing Eddie would keep him safe. Except what do you have left once you give yourself away?

“You haven’t ruined anything.”

“Not yet.”

“Not ever. Chris loves you. I love you. How could that ruin anything?”

“Chris loves me as his friend. He might not—he might not love me as…as your…”

Can feel his heart skip from the smile in Eddie’s voice. “As my what?” Can feel it trip over itself trying to tamper down the feeling in his chest at the possibilities: boyfriend, fiance, husband, partner. He’d take any and all of them but doesn’t know what he’s allowed to say only a few hours into this new reality.

“That I’m yours.” 

He can barely get the words out, like he’s saying a birthday wish out loud and now it won’t come true, even as Eddie’s arms tighten around him and his ear tickles from the brush of Eddie’s hair, proof that this is no longer a dream or a hope. Not something he has to reach for, but something already in his arms, as Eddie holds onto him. Something already happening.

“It’s going to be different, yeah, but—”

“Weird, you mean. He’s not going to want to see me hold your hand, or…or k-kiss you, or—”

“Does any teenager want to see their parents kiss?”

“I don’t want it to be awkward. With him. W-with me and him, I mean. I don’t want things to change.”

“He’s growing up. It’s gonna change no matter what.”

He feels like he’s not explaining this right. Eddie could always understand what he was trying to say even if it took an argument to get there. Didn’t misunderstand him last night, after he stammered out that it was the same for him, that it was there the whole time. 

Eddie was always the calm one, but he doesn’t understand how Eddie can be so calm now.

“When did you get so smart?”

“Says the guy who knows everything about anything.”

“I know a little bit about a lot of things. Doesn’t make me smart.”

“See, I stand corrected.”

“Cute.”

“Mmm and here I thought you liked that about me.”

“Eddie. There isn’t anything about you that I don’t like.”

Buck can feel Eddie’s smile pressing into the cotton pressing into his skin. And the longer they stand there, with Eddie’s arms wrapped around him, the less the pressure inside his chest seems to be there until he’s left only with the same nagging thoughts.

“What if—”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“But what if he isn’t—”

“We’ll figure it out.”

He watches Eddie’s forearms move out then back, following the movement of Buck’s lungs as he huffs out a breath. “Okay. It’s just—”

“Buck. We’ll figure it out. You, and me, and Chris. We’re a family. We’ll figure it out together.”

“He might not…”

“Yeah. Yeah, it might take time. We might have to just…go slow. Really slow.”

He breathes out a laugh, “Eight years is too fast?”

“Buck,” as Eddie’s arms squeeze around him for a moment, “You know what I mean.”

He sobers at that and is rewarded with another kiss, this time to his traps, as he agrees, “Yeah. Yeah I know.”

They stay like that, in this partial intertwine, in the partially dark kitchen, for minutes that feel like hours. He’s not sure if it’s because Eddie wants them to stay here or if it’s because Eddie thinks Buck needs it, but he doesn’t want to move all the same. He’s too scared this will be the last time he gets to have it, and he only just got it.

“Buck?”

“Hmm?”

“I can hear you thinking. Talk to me.”

He doesn’t know how to coalesce every worry in his head into words that make sense. So instead, he says the only thing he knows for certain: “I wouldn’t leave him. Even if,” and he has to take a breath just to say it, “even if we didn’t—or if he never wanted to talk to me again. I won’t ever leave him.”

He feels Eddie’s arms squeeze a thank you around him, feels Eddie’s nose a fraction away from his beating pulse. “I know, Buck. You can make sure he knows, too.”

“Yeah.”

He finally says the thing out loud, the thing he’s most scared of, so quietly Eddie would miss it if they weren’t this close together. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost either of you.”

“You’re not going to lose us, Buck.”

“I might.”

“No.” It’s certain. “You won’t.” Steely. “We’ll figure it out.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Eddie’s forehead gently grinds into the muscles at his back.

“Come to bed.”

“Mmm. Might be my last night here.”

“Buck,” spoken into the bite Eddie leaves that’s too soft to leave a mark.

“Eddie?”

Eddie finally lets go, only far enough for Buck to turn around, staying close enough to keep a hand on Buck’s hip. And just like that first day, Eddie holds out the other.

“Come to bed.”

I was tagged by @the-hwaelweg, @glorious-spoon, and @pairofraggedclaws in various wip posts, and while this isn't a wip, I'm counting it anyway.

No pressure tagging: @mythmagicetc, @playinginthunderstorms, @semperama @atlasblue85

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Good afternoon I am thinking about BuckandEddie being in another hostage type situation. I have no details because I’m lazy but!!!! Picture Badguy going for Eddie and Buck stepping in, “no, take me instead,” and Badguy is like fine, whatever. You can fill in the blanks however your heart desires. Buck ends up getting roughed up a Significant Amount and it warrants a check-up at the hospital, and since their shift over in a few hours he convinces everyone he’ll be okay and he’ll let them know when he’s released. 

A handful of hours later, he only sort of limps out of a hospital room, butterfly bandage over one eyebrow (didn’t even need stitches!), a black eye blooming, a magnificent bruise on his cheek, and a split lip that’s mostly stopped bleeding. His ribs ache from where he was tackled. 

He’s fishing for his phone and doesn’t immediately notice the two very unhappy Diaz boys waiting just across the hall, one with crossed arms and pursed lips, the other with a wrinkled brow and a sad-disappointed expression.

“Uh… hi. Doc says I’m fine?” He offers feebly, and Chris mumbles, “Uh huh,” and Eddie goes, “Sure, let’s go,” and Buck is herded out of the hospital and into the front seat of the Prius without much fanfare, an unspoken decision taken out of his hands. 

Once they get ho—to the Diaz house (not home anymore, Buck reminds himself sternly), Chris goes to bed, having seen for himself that Buck isn’t irreparably damaged, and bids him goodnight with a strangely affectionate bonk of his head into Buck’s shoulder, grumbling, “Don’t do anything stupid until after I wake up, please,” and Buck’s lip wobbles dangerously. “Copy that, kid.”

Then he gets herded again, into the kitchen this time, and nudged into a chair while Eddie makes him tea. Buck’s pretty quiet, because Eddie seems… tightly wound, to say the least. But Buck obediently drinks the tea and lets Eddie do his own assessment of his injuries, and takes mostly steady breaths and doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want Eddie to be mad at him.

The adrenaline crash happens inevitably, two-thirds of the way through his mug, and he stands up, blinks slowly and apologetically at Eddie and says, “‘m sorry.” Because he does feel bad, and he doesn’t like it when Eddie is all frowny at him.

Eddie sighs a very long sigh. “No, you’re not.” 

“I am!” Buck protests, so tiredly. He just wants to sleep on the closest available surface, as soon as possible.

Eddie pins him with a Look. “Sorry for taking my place, or sorry that I’m upset with you?”

Buck flinches. Ouch. Okay. Fine. “Um. Both?” 

Oops. That was the wrong answer. Eddie scowls at him. 

Buck tries again. “You needed to come home to Chr—”

“No,” Eddie snaps, “I need you, you reckless, self-sacrificing idiot.” He thumps both hands on the table for emphasis, not loud enough to risk waking Chris, but enough to catch Buck’s attention. He stands, too, stepping—oh—stepping right into Buck’s personal space and hisses, “Tell me, Buck. Tell me how I can make you understand. Tell me how I can get it through your stupidly thick skull so you never fucking do this to me again.” 

Buck can feel Eddie’s breath ghosting over his mouth, his jaw. Eddie’s eyes are dark and angry and his lips are twisted like they always are when he’s holding something back. 

He registers the kiss before he realizes he’s been staring at Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie’s whole torso is flush against his own, pinning him into the corner where the fridge meets the door frame. He’s up on the balls of his feet, his weight trapping Buck in place as his lips smash gracelessly into Buck’s. 

Ow, Buck thinks, and then—oh. The cut on his lip splits open again, smearing wetness between their mouths. The kiss tastes like copper. Like surprise. He inhales raggedly through his nose, and the noise shocks Eddie into breaking contact, but not going far. His eyes stay closed, forehead pressed to the uninjured side of Buck’s face, and exhales just as shakily as Buck. 

“Do you hear me,” he whispers into Buck’s skin. “Do you hear me?”

“Hear you,” Buck pants, head spinning. Eddie’s knuckles graze his sternum where his hand is fisted in the collar of Buck’s worn t-shirt. “Eddie, what—”

“Good,” Eddie says. He opens his eyes. There’s a wildness in them that makes Buck shiver, shake, tremble, and Eddie’s eyes zero in on his mouth. The next thing Buck feels is Eddie’s tongue, licking the blood on his lip, and a whine slips out. “Eddie. Eddie.”

And then Eddie’s tongue is in his mouth, delving in deep, and Buck sucks on it greedily, chasing the frisson of excitement tingling down his spine. He’s tasted Eddie’s blood, and now Eddie is tasting his, and it drives every coherent thought from his head.

(Then Eddie takes him to bed and refuses to have sex with him because he’s half-asleep and at the tail end of an adrenaline crash, the asshole.)

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“Okay, I’ve gotta run.” Eddie says, looking a bit frazzled as he looks around. “Where are my—“

“Right here.” Buck interrupts, holding out the keys Eddie was searching for. “And relax, you have plenty of time.”

“Traffic, Buck, traffic.” Eddie snarks playfully, taking the keys. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“Chris, be good.” Eddie says to his son, the teenager playing a video game that neither Buck or Eddie had been able to figure out the gist of. “Don’t give Buck too many time outs.”

“Hey!”

“Will do.”

Eddie shoots Buck a quick smile as he walks over to the couch, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his son’s head. “Love you.”

“You too. Have fun with Frank.”

“So much fun.” Eddie drawls, standing up straight, “I love tearing myself open and then stitching myself back together.”

“What matters is it’s working.” Buck offers with a happy chirp.

“Sure.” Eddie chuckles, closing the distance between them. His hand rests on Buck’s hip as he leans in and pecks Buck quickly on the mouth, “Be good. Back later.”

He doesn’t think anything of it as he turns and leaves the house, the door closing behind him.

It isn’t until he’s halfway to his truck that what happened hits Eddie.

He freezes. Heart racing in his chest. Mouth going dry.

The press of Buck’s mouth against his own lingers on his lips.

Because he just kissed Buck.

Eddie turns on his heel and slowly walks back towards the front door. He twists the handle and pushes the door open.

Buck is staring back at him, mouth agape, eyes wide.

“Did I just…” Eddie trails off.

“Yup.” Buck squeaks, cheeks flushing red.

“Right.” Eddie nods, heart racing so fast in his chest he’s terrified he’s going to have a heart attack. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I should…” Eddie doesn’t move. Doesn’t look away from Buck.

“You should.” Buck nods. He hasn’t looked away either. “Frank’ll be waiting.”

“Yeah. Frank. Right.” Eddie is moving forward though. His feet are carrying him towards Buck instead of away. He’s not getting into his truck to go to therapy. Eddie is getting closer to Buck, who’s frozen in…fear? Anticipation?

But it’s the hope in his eyes that have Eddie curling a hand around Buck’s neck, and tugging him close so that Eddie can kiss him again.

Buck sinks into it immediately, fingers clutching at Eddie’s hips.

“Dad.” Chris huffs with exasperation, making the two jump apart, “You’re actually going to be late now. You can kiss Buck later. He’ll still be here when you get back.”

“Yeah, he will.” Eddie mumbles, smiling at Buck.

“Yeah, I will.” Buck grins back, pecking Eddie once more. “Frank is also going to love this.”

Laughing, Eddie forces himself to step away, “Oh, definitely.”

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pause with me because while the will reveal is WILD, the post-tsunami loft scene is wilder to me. their scars and wounds hadn't healed fully but Chris was going 'hey Buck' straight into gently resting his head on Buck's tummy. Eddie was bringing him to hang out with Buck without any pause, even before the city had fully recovered. I can't handle the connection of Chris wanting to go to Buck after the tsunami in s3 and Chris coming back to LA to meet Buck in s8. and both times Eddie deciding this is the correct thing to do obviously. they really said that is THEIR Buck and kept repeating this sentiment throughout the show.

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buck and ravi are partners now because eddie’s in the ambulance with hen but they’re at a scene and buck is bringing a (mildly) injured woman over to eddie and he says “don’t worry, my partner here will fix you right up.” the woman points at ravi and says “i thought he was your partner” and ravi grins and says “you cheating on me, buck?” and buck stammers “no, um, no he just—he was—we’re not—” and eddie (experiencing anger he does not understand) says “if anything he’s cheating on me with you, ravi. since he was mine first.” ravi says “yeah yeah you’re the wife and i’m the mistress, whatever. help the nice lady with her sprained wrist.” buck is trying to think of something to say besides “eddie i would never cheat on you”

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okay well you guys were nice to me last time, so here's another sort of ficlet i was yelling about to @theflatman. this one isn't finished so feel free to yell in the tags to incentivize me into giving it an ending!

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Colin is British and looks kind of like Jamie from Ted Lasso, and he gives Chris the Ick.

He can't explain why. Colin's nice enough, he guesses, but he calls soccer "footy" which Chris thinks is annoying. And he's always touching Buck, which is weird, because Buck isn't a PDA guy. Chris just doesn't like him, okay? He just doesn't. Not for any particular reason, he just doesn't!

And Dad keeps reminding him to be polite and so Chris tries not to roll his eyes (where anyone can see him) whenever Buck brings Colin around, and is silently smug whenever Buck instinctively twitches whenever Colin touches him. It's worse when they're with him and Dad.

At least Tommy was sort of cool. He flew helicopters and liked Star Wars, even if his opinions were wrong.

Colin's just... blah.

Which is why he can't help but do a sleepy, but satisfied fist-pump and mumble, "finally," when he drags himself out of bed after midnight on a random Thursday to pee and hears Buck whining about how he really thought they could be something, Eddie, I swear there's something wrong with me," and Dad goes, "there's nothing wrong with you, Buck, he's an idiot," and then, much more sharply, "it's not polite to eavesdrop, Chris," without even being able to see him!

"Ugh," Chris says, and by the time he's done washing his hands, Dad's gotten Buck a glass of water and Buck is trying really hard not to seem like he's as drunk as he probably is, but the way he's sprawled out on the couch like a starfish makes Chris snicker as he flops down between the two of them.

"You should be in bed," Dad chides him.

"But-" says Chris, at the same time Buck wraps two massive arms around him and drags him down with a protective growl. "No, 's my 'motional support Diaz," he informs Dad, and Chris dissolves into laughter, shrieking as Buck's fingers dig into his ribcage.

"I thought I was your emotional support Diaz," Dad says amusedly, shaking his head.

Buck falls silent, stumped, and Chris takes the opportunity to tell him, "That guy was a douche. You're better off without him."

"Better off with you," Buck happily agrees. Dad gives Chris a look that says Buck's thirty seconds away from passing out, so Chris wriggles out of the koala-cling, ducks out of an attempted forehead smooch - to Buck's disappointment, and ambles back towards his bedroom. "Cause you're our Buck, not Colin's," he says, making a face, and smiles innocently at the half-hearted glare Dad sends his way. "Night dad. night buck."

Chris is super nice. He gives it a whole week before he trounces Buck five times in a row at Mario Kart, puts down his controller, and says, "So. You like guys."

Buck chokes on his soda. Some of it even comes out his nose. Chris cackles.

"Um. Yes? Sometimes?" Buck says, sort of panicked, sniffling unattractively and wiping at his eyes. "What, uh. Why do you ask? Are you, um."

"Oh god, no," Chris interrupts, "absolutely not, do not, no."

"Okay?" Buck says.

"This is not about me," Chris insists.

"Okay," Buck says again, calming down a little. "Okay, so...?"

"So, why don't you date Dad?" Chris asks bluntly, and is delighted when Buck goes a brilliant shade of red.

"That's- we're not- he's- Chris."

Chris waits.

"He's straight," Buck finishes helplessly. His eyes are darting around, looking everywhere but at Chris, and Chris isn't dumb, okay, he's had this theory for like, years.

"So were you," he argues. "'sides. Have you ever asked him?"

Buck makes that choking sound again. "N-no, I. No, that's not. We're not like that."

"But you could be." Chris pauses, weighing his options. "Do you want to be?"

Buck covers his face with his palms and mutters something he definitely wouldn't want to hear Chris repeating. It sounds like, "Fucking christ, kid," so Chris shoves at his shoulder and says, "Not a kid, you big baby."

"Right." Buck lets out a strangled laugh. "My bad."

It's quiet for a minute, before he speaks again. "You guys are really important to me, you know?"

"Duh," Chris says. "I'm not an idiot."

Buck shakes his head. "I would never- I wouldn't want to-" He groans loudly. "It's not that simple, Chris."

Chris shrugs. "Maybe it could be. You guys have been weird about each other since forever. And," he bites his lip, feeling his chest get a little tight. "I'd be okay with it. If you... did. If you were."

It doesn't really make sense, but Buck seems to get it. He gazes at Chris finally, a weighted silence falling between them.

Of course, that's when Dad walks back in, arms laden with grocery bags. "A little help, maybe?" and Buck springs up like a kangaroo, shooting a sideways look at Chris that probably means, "we're not done, here," or maybe, "do not mention this to your dad or I'll steal your console forever".

Two weeks after that, Chris gets dropped off by Serafina's mom after their movie, and since the front door isn't locked, he interrupts what is clearly A Thing happening on the living room couch. Buck and Dad both spring off the couch like kangaroos this time, and Buck says, "Chris! How was the movie?" way too loudly, and his Dad's eyes flick back and forth between Chris and Buck, looking flushed and wildly panicked.

"Should I come back later?" Chris sort of jokes, eyeing them suspiciously.

"What? No," says Dad, and Buck says, "I should go," at the same time, to which Dad immediately turns back around. "I thought you were staying for dinner."

"I should really go, I've got, uh. I've got some stuff to do, anyway, and I should. I should go." All this while Buck shoves his shoes on, squeezing Chris's shoulder on the way out. Chris wants to argue that he should say, but he kinda wants to see what Dad does, which is... disappointing. He deflates, shoulders slumping, mouth drawing down.

"Okay," he says softly, and Buck pauses for a split second while standing in the open doorway. "Text me later?"

"Sure," Buck agrees, just as soft, and the door closes behind him.

Dad pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sigh, dropping back down onto the sofa.

"Dad? Are you okay?"

Dad looks up, tries to paste a smile on his face. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Chris frowns. "You promised you wouldn't do that anymore."

"Shit," Dad says, and tips his head back towards the ceiling. "Come sit down, hey?"

Chris comes and sits. "Did you guys have a fight?" Dad and Buck almost never fight, and when they do, it's usually over something big, like after Buck's accident with the bomb in the firetruck. He doesn't remember much about it, just that Buck wasn't around for a while. He remembers asking Dad all the time and Dad being sad about it.

Dad makes sort of a huffy laughing sound, but it's not a happy laugh. "No. At least, I hope not. Things are just... they've been kind of weird lately."

(to be continued!)

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I think that you have to trust the universe is gonna bring you a special person.

↳ 7x04 // 7x05 // 8x11

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newly together buck and eddie all dressed up at an lafd charity event sneaking off to hook up in the coat closet.....just something i've been thinking about lately....

YEAH!! They both look sooooo good in a suit, but it happens so rarely, so I think that first time they're both really dressed up after they get together is going to be basically like they both got sex pollened for how obsessively horny it makes them. Like if they weren't already running late, they probably wouldn't have made it out the door at all. Eddie is already feeling Buck up on the drive over, and Buck has to keep weakly batting his hand away, because, "come on, Eddie, we don't have time to go back if I ruin these pants, and this is for charity." And once they get there, they have to go their separate ways for a while lest things get indecent, so Eddie goes to gossip with Hen and Karen, and Buck hunts down Chim and Maddie to ask about the kids even though he just saw them all the previous night, and for a little while it works! They're only making eye contact across the room like once every five seconds, which is really, like, almost bearable.

But of course during dinner they're seated next to each other because no one would ever try to split them up. And their legs keep brushing, and Eddie drops his napkin and then almost puts his head in Buck's lap picking it up, and Buck keeps licking his lips and making these little happy humming noises over the food, and eventually it's just too much and Eddie's like, "Buck, can you--come with me for a minute," all blushy and twitchy, and literally everyone knows what's happening, because they didn't even come up with a good excuse.

Also at some point the poker date comes up, because that was the last time they both got dressed up together, and Eddie's like, "I think that's when I realized I was attracted to you. Physically. I thought about how you looked in that suit for days afterward. And how you got all dressed up just because I asked you to." And Buck groans too loudly, but it's okay, because his mouth is full of Eddie's cock, so no one will hear.

And of course they're both visibly rumpled when they come out of the closet, and the rest of the 118 roll their eyes at them, because no they were not subtle, but hey, at least they don't hook up in the firehouse.

(They do in fact hook up in the firehouse. Often.)

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RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE 2023・dir. Matthew Lopez

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mwahhhhhh💕

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Eddie sees Buck working on his laptop, looks over and sees that he’s looking at places. Eddie smiles widely and says “great idea! I was about to talk to you about it! Now that you live with us, we should find a bigger place with a second bathroom for Chris”

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buck: please stop laughing.

eddie: i’m sorry, but now you’re into knitting? you’re only a little bit away from becoming a grandma.

buck: well, it’s a healthier coping method than, ya know, joining a fight club.

eddie: i would pay money to see you fight people with knitting needles.

buck: keep laughing it up and you’ll be my first victim.

eddie: ‘cause you’re so threatening with your yarn and needles.

buck: yeah, you’re no longer getting a matching sweater.

eddie, all of a sudden serious: now, we don’t have to go that far.

x

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911 hiatus rewatch ↝ 3.01 Kids Today

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frank convinces eddie to start writing in a diary

except it all ends up being about buck, specifically buck with other people and how it makes him feel

so it’s just 200 pages of

i saw you smile today, and something in me died a little, because it wasn’t me you were smiling at

we watched this movie about soulmates but it’s hard to stomach the fact that i can’t have mine

you give him your light, and i‘m here sitting in the darkness

without ever naming buck, because he just can’t bring him to write his name

and eventually, buck finds it - he didn’t mean to snoop, it just fell in his lap really

but from what he read it’s clear eddie is in love with someone and it’s not him

so now they’re both miserable and jealous :( pining after the other

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Eddie: So wait… you thought I was competition? Like…. Romantically for Buck?

Tommy: (sighs) Well… yeah.

Eddie: Why?

Tommy: I mean, you’ve seen you guys right? The codependency? The co-parenting. You’re currently co-habiting.

Eddie: Look, that doesn’t mean that he would ever actually be interested in me.

Tommy: He accidentally called me your name.

Eddie: I… uhhh

Tommy: Yes. In Bed.

Eddie: (Twirling his hair) OMG, so you mean you think I have a chance with him???

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Red, White & Royal Blue 2023・dir. Matthew Lopez