I Wrote This For Myself To Read When I'm Getting Overwhelmed By Things That Aren't Dire/serious. Sometimes

I wrote this for myself to read when I'm getting overwhelmed by things that aren't dire/serious. Sometimes you need a little pep talk.

“as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.”

— Unknown

WHUMPTOBER 2024: PROMPTS LIST

Welcome to Whumptober 2024 — Seventh Time’s a Charm!

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I love you

Buddie | T | 4222 words

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Eddie paused in wiping down the bench to look over at Buck, caught completely off guard by the words. “You what?” he asked, his heart racing. “I love you,” Buck repeated, a soft smile on his face as he leant back against the fridge. “Don’t worry, I’m not asking for anything. I just wanted you to know.” Knuckles turning white from where he was gripping the dish cloth, Eddie stared at Buck silently for a few moments as he processed what he’d been told. Buck lowered his gaze shyly, smiling down at a magnet he’d plucked off the fridge to fiddle with. “I love you too, Buck,” Eddie said after clearing his throat. “Yeah,” Buck said, keeping his eyes down. “I know.” Eddie wanted to say something else, something to reassure Buck that it was okay or to ask how long he’d known, but he didn’t know how to form the words. “I should get home,” Buck said with a sigh, pushing away from the fridge and turning so he could replace the magnet. “Thanks for dinner; you’re getting really good at this whole cooking thing!” Eddie dropped the dish cloth on the bench and took a step towards Buck as the other man moved towards the doorway. “Buck,” he said, voice rough with emotion. Don’t go. “Eddie, please,” Buck said quietly, his body facing him but his eyes on the table. “Don’t make a thing of it, okay? I just… thought you should know.” Eddie opened his mouth to say more, but the words evaporated off his tongue. He stared, until finally Buck looked at him and gave a pained smile. “This is enough,” Buck promised with a small nod – to convince Eddie, or himself? “You’re the best friend I could ever ask for. I'm so glad I met you. And it’s enough. I swear.” Eddie felt like he was going to be sick. His hands had curled into fists by his sides and he could feel his nails pressing into the soft flesh of his palms. He wanted to reach out for Buck, to take his hand and smooth out the anxious lines that had formed on his skin. But he couldn’t make himself move. “Alright, take care,” Buck said awkwardly, his gaze dropping again. “I’ll see you– I mean I’ll… I’ll call you tomorrow.” Eddie tried to make his mouth form the single word ‘bye’, but nothing came out. So he just stood there, staring, as Buck turned and walked out of his house. In the empty silence after he heard his front door open and close, Eddie sank down onto one of his kitchen chairs and buried his face in his hands. Not knowing exactly why, but not being able to stop it, he cried.

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"when i was your age, netflix came to our house in the mail" never gets old. they don't believe you, because they can't, because they cannot conceive the apparatus by which this would be true. but it is true. they mailed me season 1 of the sopranos with stamps. with fucking stamps man

Eddie: Hey Buck can you babysit Chris for me tonight?

Buck: Sure, of…

Ravi: *indignant* It’s not babysitting when it’s your kid, it’s just parenting!

Eddie: …

Buck: …

Hen: *laughing* Ravi, Buck isn’t Chris’s dad

Ravi: *confused* Wait? He’s not??!!