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Ryan Guzman on Buck and Eddie's relationship. And love, and love, and love.

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#Oh they really are a family

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911 (2018 - ) I 2.17 - 7.05

#Which could mean nothing

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GLEN POWELL and DAISY EDGAR-JONES | HOT ONES VERSUS

bonus:

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#the 4 times eddie grabbed buck's shoulder + the one time buck grabbed eddie's

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idk man id just rather see the character thats explicitly mentally ill and traumatized and believes himself to be a curse and difficult for others to handle get a beautiful love story and happy ending with the guy who’s always there for him. with the guy who comforts him when his son leaves and the guy who helps him patch up the holes in the walls. the guy who comes running to him when he sees something is wrong!! i want to see the guy who was forced in so many different ways to grow up before he even left elementary school to have fun and smile and laugh and be in silly love with his best friend!!! i think its a better story!!

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But you're my mess.

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For God's sake, Penelope Featherington. Are you going to marry me or not?

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"Oh, Penelope," he was groaning, his lips and hands growing more frantic. "Oh, Penelope. Oh, Penelope, oh—" He lifted his head. Very abruptly. "Oh, God."

"What is it?" she asked, trying to lift the back of her head from the cushion.

"We've stopped."

It took her a moment to recognize the import of this. If they'd stopped, that meant they'd most likely reached their destination, which was…her home.

"Oh, God!" She started yanking at the bodice of her gown with frantic motions. "Can't we just ask the driver to keep going?"

ROMANCING MISTER BRIDGERTON | Chapter 13

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These past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up.

Literally one hot carriage hookup and five minutes later:

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requested by anon

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we won't know. but there will be signs. bonus ±

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We won’t wait up for you.

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#another reason to hate Fox