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“buddies don’t have unchecked homophobia!” 1300 likes for a post about how gay sex is disgusting if done the “wrong” way

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911onabc: Embrace yourself, your truth, and your story this #PrideMonth, and every month. 🌈

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i’ve been wanting to write an eddie-centric fic lately. one where he reflects, and apologizes, and he and buck talk like adults. then i read a post about friendship and this poured out.

eddie knows buck has been avoiding him. they don’t hang out after work anymore - buck stopped saying yes, so eddie stopped asking. buck doesn’t share fun facts while on calls or when they’re in the lounge. they don’t hang out during downtime at work either, not unless someone else is there too.

eddie didn’t mean to let it happen. didn’t mean for them to drift apart like this. they still work well together, but they’re going from best friends to strictly coworkers fast.

buck’s instagram carousel that includes baby robby, hen, even may and ravi is what made eddie admit it to himself.

he’s a bad friend.

a real fucking bad one.

eddie sets his phone down on the couch cushion and buries his face in his hands.

the feeling has always been there, like an uncomfortable rock in his shoe. when he didn’t apologize for his attitude during buck’s lawsuit, all the little quips he’s made at buck’s expense.

he’s always bitten down on the regret that compels him to apologize.

“get over it, edmundo,” was practically a trademark phrase throughout his childhood. he never got an apology from his dad. or his mom. they’d go off on him, critiquing and yelling, then act like nothing happened the next morning. like his feelings were reset when the sun came up because theirs apparently were.

eddie never got to that particular aspect of his youth in therapy. how he learned to let things go because if he brought it up the next day, it would start a fight all over again.

that’s another reason he and shannon didn’t work. she wanted to keep the talk going, and he refused.

footsteps approach, and eddie rubs his face roughly before picking his head up and turning over his shoulder to see it’s buck.

“hey,” buck murmurs, going for the cupboard that has the mugs.

eddie’s chest aches. his throat feels full, words fighting to get out and past his tongue.

“hi,” is what he says. he gets up and goes to lean against the counter as buck looks through the stash of tea. he picks out chamomile, and wordlessly grabs a second mug and the peppermint tea, eddie’s favorite.

murmuring in thanks, eddie gets the kettle going. they recently got one of the fancy ones that boils quickly, so it’s not long before buck is pouring water into their mugs.

“how’ve you been?”

“why are you asking?” is buck’s response.

his throat feels thick with words racing to escape past his tongue.

"because i haven't asked, and i'm a shit friend for that."

buck doesn't say anything to that, just blows on his tea and tilts his head for eddie to follow him. they make their way to the couches and eddie's glad it's the middle of the night and there's no one to disturb them.

when they sit down buck sighs, rubs a hand on his bad knee. eddie takes a sip of his tea and waits. when buck looks up at him, he has a sad expression on his face. "you're right. you haven't been a good friend, let alone a best friend in a while."

eddie nods, takes it on the chin because that's all he can do.

buck continues, "i've been really fucking mad at you, you know? got back into therapy since bobby... and i've stuck with it, past the mandated appointments. i'm spending time with maddie and my nephew. i even talked things out with tommy, and we’re trying again. and you don’t know any of that. which sucks, because i - i want to talk to you about it.”

eddie silently wraps both hands around his mug, leeching the warmth that seeps through the ceramic. he’s a mess of regret-guilt-fear-shame-shame-so-much-shame.

“and you know what?” buck asks rhetorically, “i asked my therapist if i’m selfish because i ‘always make things about myself’ and she asked - she asked me, ‘well if you don’t, who will?’ and i didn’t have an answer. because you, hen, chimney.. i get it. you have kids, other shit going on. but fuck eddie, you really know how to kick people when they’re down.”

that hits him like a blow to the ribs.

eddie doesn’t notice he’s crying until a tear plops onto the back of his hand.

“buck, you don’t - thank you.”

a glance up shows buck is surprised. eddie roughly wipes his eyes, sniffs, and says, “for telling me all this. for giving me the truth. i know i’ve been a bad friend, worse than ever before. and i’m so fucking sorry because i’ve been the selfish one here. to tell you the truth, i’m back in therapy too, with a new therapist. only four sessions so far, but it’s a start.”

“that’s great eddie, keep at it.”

eddie holds buck’s eye contact and nods. he plans on it.

“look, what you said to me in your kitchen still plays in the back of my head, it still hurts. but i’m not gonna throw that in your face, because that’s not what friends do. just wanted you to know because.. i don’t want that to be what ruins us entirely.”

clearing his throat, eddie replies, “i don’t either. i’m gonna work on myself, be better.”

the look buck gives him is guarded even as he smiles. “don’t go making promises, just do the work, you know?”

“yeah, yeah you’re right,” eddie clears his throat again. “no one likes an empty promise.”

the smile buck gives him is a little more genuine this time. it doesn’t do anything to assuage the ever-present shame, but that’s okay. that’s not buck’s responsibility. eddie’s self-aware enough to know that much.

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If there’s not a fic of closeted Tommy hooking up with Peru era Buck then there needs to be

Tommy deserves to rail this guy

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buck and tommy are absolute losers, what do you mean they are both too afraid to get back together again even though they are deeply in love with each other and will show up for each other over and over and over? what do you mean they won't actually communicate with each other or just reach out to one another and just talk? what do you mean? absolute losers, the both of them.

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eddie diaz

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I mean...

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Hot take but actors are allowed to lie about their personal lives if that’s what it takes for them to have some privacy. Stop being nosy bitches they don’t owe you anything.

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i want a mysterious source of income

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my fav genre of fanfic is "ship i have not ever considered but the author is insane abt it in a way that intrigues me immensely"

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Link to thread

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you know a joke that never EVER gets old is when a character says smth like “I will NOT go to [place] and that is FINAL” and then it cuts to them in that place I eat that shit up every single time

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“He would not fucking say that” except its the badly written source material so he did, in fact, say that

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How the chronic illness is going