buck and eddie went out for dinner and eddie just casually says “you know a date should feel like this casual and easy” and buck just stares at him

when I tell you I had to do a double take because I thought these were 2 parts of the same whole joke

People keep saying we couldnt have lesbian heated rivalry with WNBA players because of how many out queer women play women's basketball. I think they forget that this wasnt always the case. There was a time when WNBA stars were pressured to stay closeted because portraying a straight girl next door image would "help grow the league"

So a lesbian version of heated rivalry would absolutely work for the WNBA if they set it in the early 2000s like they did for heated rivalry. It could even have one of those feel good endings where they flash forward and show just how many openly queer athletes the league has currently vs the start of the story.

I'd even argue that they could still do a story like that with the present WNBA. People sometimes gloss over the fact that another reason Hollonav had to hide is because Illya is an immigrant from a country that is not found of gay people and there was a non zero risk of him being deported.

So they could theoretically do a show with two WNBA stars one an international player another from a conservative state with alot of internalized homophobia and have a pretty similar story. The only difference is they'd have the opportunity to showcase queer community with both players confiding in queer players on their team or maybe the whole team. And then both teams can try to protect them.

Also women's sports team's arent always a utopia rid of misogyny and homophobia. Because people are so quick to conflate women's sports with masculinity and homosexuality there are a lot of female athletes thats are very touchy about both those things and try to overcompensate. So you could still show the leads experiencing homophobia.

“wlw heated rivalry should also be hockey since women’s hockey is already gay” “wlw heated rivalry should be cheerleading bc it’s a women dominated sport” WRONG. the reason heated rivalry works is because we’re dealing with an environment where performing masculinity and assuming a traditional masculine role is expected to a very unhealthy level, thus getting all of the turmoil of being unable to come out AND the innate rivalry of competition. the feminine equivalent of this is PAGEANTS. GIVE ME A SHOW OF TWO PAGEANT QUEEN RIVALS FALLING IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER AND HAVING TOXIC YURI SEX IN THE PROCESS STAT.

Yes and I would also still love wlw women’s sport shows pumped into my veins

It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, weird or stupid. You matter.

what happens if im all 3?

All three??

Really?

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pre-buddie | 1.3k | rated g

tags: Christmas, Letters to Santa, Pre-Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, mentions of canon character deaths

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Chim, confused: What's going on?

Ravi: Shhh, don't spook them.

Hen, whispering: I told Buck and Eddie there was mistletoe hanging over them, and they started making out.

Chim, looking up: That's literally a piece of lettuce stuck on the ceiling with tape.

Ravi: I couldn't find real mistletoe, sorry.

Hen: They don't seem to care, though.

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i see your 'buck confesses his love for eddie to baby nash and eddie overhears via the baby monitor' and raise you 'buck is saying nothing of real consequence to the baby, just talking to talk this time around, but eddie is still listening and overflows with such an overwhelming sense of fondness that his own feelings knock the wind out of him standing right there in the kitchen'

"…and I know it's not, like, the most grown-up decor, but I've decided that it's my house and I get to not care about that. Your mom says that it's like I'm living out the dorm room dreams I never got to fulfill since I dropped out of college-- which you shouldn't do, or at least you should think really hard about before you do it, but I think you're gonna have less of an urge to run away from home when you're big enough for that, yeah? So, that probably won't be a problem. Still, education is important, that's all I'm saying. Anyway--"

Eddie snorts gently to himself with a slight shake of his head, leaning into the wide kitchen island to wipe it down post-dinner while the sound of Jee-Yun's before-bed show filters in softly from the living room. Maddie and Chim's anniversary-- not the wedding one and not the got stabbed-slash-kidnapped before they could get to dinner one, but the first I love you's one-- means that Buck volunteered his babysitting services for the night.

How that ended up with Eddie also offering his services is honestly beyond him, but here he is nevertheless, already feeling the effects of being responsible for getting young children fed and bathed and put to bed sinking in as he cleans up.

He's pretty sure Buck is milking Nash's bedtime, no longer even pretending to read him a story but rather blathering on about all the little details of his new house that Eddie has already heard a dozen times over, but it's kind of too pleasant a background noise for Eddie to bother calling him out on it.

"I've been looking at all this art stuff for what belongs on the walls in a house like this, but really I'd rather the family pictures is what it comes down to, I guess. I mean, why wouldn't I wanna look at this sweet face every day, huh?"

Eddie glances at the video feed for the baby monitor to find Buck leaning over the railing, big hands gentle as he gives a faux pinch to Nash's cheeks. The little baby giggle is a perfect accompaniment to the sight and Eddie feels himself stop working more than he chooses to do so as he watches it all unfold.

He stands, dishrag still in one hand and counter only halfway clean, and he feels this breath come out of him all in one slow, consistent gust. Buck is humming now, too quiet for Eddie to catch more than the highest notes in a meandering tune of a lullaby, and Eddie is watching it unfold.

Buck is smiling so fondly down at his nephew, hair still askew from where Jee was playing with it earlier, and Eddie is watching it unfold.

Buck is there, in the next room, the way he always is.

Buck is breathing and his heart is beating and he's right there, a short hall away.

Buck is dragging Eddie into babysitting duties and batting his eyelashes until Eddie agrees to act as handyman around the new house and sitting quiet and unmoving in his grief on Eddie's couch until Eddie pushes a beer into his hands and sits down beside him thigh-to-thigh and--

Eddie sucks in a breath, small but sharp in the realization that he's gone without oxygen for longer than that bit of space between exhale and inhale to which his body is accustomed.

Buck is talking to his nephew again, a bit more of a whisper as he wishes him a goodnight, getting ready to leave the room and rejoin Eddie, only Eddie's eyes are welling up and his throat is tight and when he pushes out a long gust of air this time it's wobblier and carrying with it something Eddie hadn't even known had taken up residence at the bottom of his lungs.

The view on the monitor empties out and Eddie watches it unfold down the static tracks laid out in front of him: his own adoration, his own devotion, his own plain-and-simple love.

"God, I'm an idiot."

"Well, we knew that already, but why this time?"

Buck leans all long and easy in the entrance to the kitchen, grin wicked and fond where it curls up at the corner, and Eddie watches it unfold.

Because the tracks may be laid out in front of him, but he's certainly not in control of this runaway train.

you just know that the second Buck starting acting out and being bratty about the HenEddie partnership that Eddie was like skipping and cheering and whooping. Because this is what was missing in Texas. No one in Texas was paying attention to his laughs per hour! You can’t get the full benefits of Buck’s crazystupidlove through FaceTime! That’s *his* pathetic longlegs and he thought he’d have to live without his dramatic shenanigans, but he’s back! And Buck is sending him articles about how imax is actually bad for your ears and how he thought Hen and Eddie, as trained paramedics, would be more careful with their health. And life is beautiful for Eddie again!

Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It

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