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A female mute swan riding in a New York City subway train after she was rescued, en route to the Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge, in the Queens borough of New York Credit: Ariel Cordova-Rojas via AP

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well because that’s the difference between them, isn’t it. buck enthusiastically dates people who are bad for him and throws himself into these relationships as a way to create a sense of identity for himself. and eddie is miserable about dating people who are essentially perfect for him, because they’re perfect for the false identity that he is always desperately trying to project out into the world. ugh

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My abuela would eat this up. She loves a good telenovela. Oh, 'cause you don't? Come on, I know you watch 'em with Christopher.

xoxo gossip eddie

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uncle buck ^-^

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I’m obsessed with how each new photo when they are in this position Buck gets a little closer to Eddie

Link to Op post (X)

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couch theory resurrected from the dead who cheered

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If you saw the other one no you didn’t 😂

Well there it is. Full confirmation he’s got a picture of him and Chris on his fridge 😭😭 from when they were playing that water gun game on the pier 😭😭😭 and the Photo Booth style photos strip from Mays graduation at the end of season 3 that has Eddie and Chris and then Eddie and Buck. He’s got his husband and son with him 😭😭

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When Oliver said this is his favourite episode and people started theorising bt break I thought it was funny, but was also sure that OS wouldn't be that evil.

I will never underestimate you again you British demon princess, you clearly hate in dimensions not accessible to mere mortals.

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play hearts, kid, they work well

lil 8x06 coda, largely surreptitiously bashed out at work and not proofread, title from the new pornographers' come with me, go places.

“You seem different,” Buck says, the first words he’s spoken since he sagged down into Eddie’s couch, thirty minutes and two beers ago. “And I don’t just mean the…” Reaching out with the hand holding his current beer, he taps the lip of the bottle against Eddie’s own bare lip, the glass cool and slightly damp against his skin.

Eddie catches Buck’s hand and easily peels his fingers away from the bottle, stealing Buck’s beer and taking a swig. Buck huffs in indignation.

“We’re talking about me, are we?” Eddie asks. “After you turn up at my house looking like a kicked puppy?”

“No, don’t be an idiot.”

“I can go, if you don’t want me here,” Buck says tersely, making to stand up.

Buck shrugs but he settles back into the couch, and takes his beer when Eddie passes it back to him.

Eddie clears his throat, rubbing his upper lip, where his skin is suddenly so smooth. “I, uh… I talked to a priest...”

“You talked to a priest?” Buck echoes. “Of your own free will?”

“Well, it wasn’t a hostage situation, Buck.”

Snorting, Buck lifts his hands up in surrender, then motions for Eddie to continue. “All right, so you talked to a priest.”

“About, you know, how I’m missing Chris, and how… how guilty I feel about what happened. And about… well, about a lot of stuff.”

“And that - helped?”

“Kinda. But then I ran into him again at a juice bar, and he made me realise…” Eddie grabs another beer and twists around to face Buck fully, drawing his knees up onto the couch. It probably looks weird, with his legs bare and the front of his shirt flapping over his dick in his tight, white underpants like tasteful drapes, but it’s been a long time since Eddie felt anything approaching self-consciousness around Buck.

And sure enough, Buck turns to face him without hesitation, sitting criss-cross apple-sauce like Adri and Soph used to sit and gossip together. He frowns down at his knees and says, “You’re making me feel like I shouldn’t have pants on.”

“Take ‘em off if you wanna.”

“Pants-free Friday,” Buck declares. Stretching his long-ass legs out so that his feet are practically on Eddie’s shoulders, he shimmies out of his jeans and tosses them onto the coffee table. 

“Okay,” he says, crossing his legs again. “I’m ready.”

Buck’s wearing navy blue boxer-briefs, and grey socks with a hole in the left big toe. Eddie’s seen his bare legs so many times, obviously, from his giant feet to the long, knotted scar on his calf, all the way up to his thighs. Hell, Buck once made him look at a nasty pimple on his ass because he didn’t want to show Hen or Chim, and that was - you know, it was fine. But he’s never seen so much of Buck’s legs on his couch, before. 

The hair on his thighs, the definition of his quads, aren’t anything unfamiliar, but they look different in Eddie’s living room’s light.

Buck nudges him with a foot, the sock with the hole in it. Eddie reaches down automatically and sticks his finger in it, pinching Buck’s big toe between finger and thumb. 

“He made me realise… when was the last time you felt joyful? I mean, not - not just happy, or content, or whatever. But joy, proper joy. When it all fizzes inside you, you know?”

“Fizzes?”

“You know,” Eddie says again. He mimes an explosion with his hands, wriggling his fingers, his beer sloshing in its bottle. “Like champagne bubbles, when you pop the cork, or whatever.”

Buck’s brow furrows and he bites down on his bottom lip, thinking. “Bobby’s welcome back party, maybe? Or… or Chim and Maddie’s wedding. That was so good after a seriously shitty day.”

“I think I could count on my hands how many times in my life I’ve had that feeling, and I wouldn’t run out of fingers.” Eddie takes another swig of beer and stares up at the ceiling. He’s waiting for the leaden feeling to come back, the one that’s been dogging him all these months, but it hasn’t.

Maybe it was always as simple as deciding not to let it.

“Eddie…” Buck makes a wounded little sound.

Eddie waves a hand. “I mean, I’m not saying I’ve had a miserable life. I’ve had happiness. I’ve been happy. But… there’s always been a but. Always felt like I had to… hold something back. Always looking after my sisters, then I got Shannon pregnant, then I was shipping out to Afghanistan and whenever I came home, Shannon was stressed out and Chris was in pain and… mom and dad were always watching me. Or, you know, God was.”

He sniffs. His eyes burn, and when he blinks he feels a tear or two drip down his face. And that’s okay too, he decides. If he can let himself deserve the good things, then he’s allowed the sorrow too. And despite it all, the joy is still bubbling.

“I think I’ve always had the feeling that if I let myself be… all of myself, then someone would notice-”

“Notice what?”

“That I was bad,” Eddie tells the ceiling, with a smile.

Buck makes that wounded sound again, leaning forwards to grab Eddie’s bare calves, right above the top of Eddie’s white tube socks. When Eddie looks back down at him, Buck’s full-on glaring at him, his eyes red-rimmed, his mouth down-turned.

“I know that now. I thought I knew it before, but I guess I was holding onto a bit of it. Honestly kinda pissed off it took talking to a priest to… let myself let it go.”

“You always talk like you’re a monster,” Buck says, “but you’re not.”

“Why? Why would you think that? Eddie, you - you’re the best person I know.”

Eddie could tell him now. Eddie could tell him the truth right now. It’s bubbling on the top of his tongue. He almost laughs at the sensation of it, the lightness of it, but - But.

“I dunno, I appreciate the sentiment, but shouldn’t I rank second to your boyfriend?”

Buck jerks backwards. His down-turned mouth thins into a narrow line and he shrugs, pulling his hands away to cross his arms over his chest.

“Tommy dumped me,” he says.

“Oh,” Eddie says.

And, “Oh shit, Buck.”

And, “I’m sorry, man.”

And inside his chest, inside his heart, a cork pops, and the champagne fizzes over.

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Call: *involves kids* Eddie: I do what I want

Bonus:

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Old Man Yaoi Semifinals

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"You can have my back any day." "Yeah. Or, you know, you could… you could have mine."

‪‪❤︎‬ 9-1-1 - Buck & Eddie

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Game-only audio of when Hendricks was pulled from his (possibly) last Cubs game. [9/28/24]

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[9/28/24]

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Kyle Hendricks receives a long standing ovation after pitching 7.1 scoreless innings, in possibly his last start as a Cub. [9/28/24]

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buddie is so funny like. conceptually. bc they’re not the typical grumpy x sunshine that’s been done a milliom times it’s more like. guy who thinks he’s fundamentally broken and unlovable and his boyfriend who thinks the goddamn sun shines out of his ass. and who’s who in that dynamic changes depending on the day