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“$100 says he’s not taking a girl home tonight,” Eddie wagers.
All four of them look at him with stunned looks on their faces, as if they can’t possibly believe Eddie is being so stupid. Eddie shrugs, holds his arms out in a take it or leave it kind of gesture. Of course, they all think he’s insane, so -
“Deal,” Athena says.
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23 Apr 2026
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“Because you’re a veteran at this? Hoping to beat your record? Gonna bank on $8,002 this time ‘round?” Eddie jokes while trying to hide his flushed cheeks. He slaps Buck’s hand away from his hair. “Buck, I’m fine.”
Buck relents, taking a step back. “Fine, fine. You look…”
Buck pauses. His tongue is really working against him lately, because it seems like a cat has it right now. Honestly, at this point, the cat can keep it. He doesn’t need a tongue. He never needs to speak again, actually.
Except Eddie is staring at him with those fucking brown eyes again and his fucking red cheeks, awaiting something, so Buck really has to commit to the plan.
He looks away as he finally says, “Uh, sexy,” before coughing out awkwardly. “Yeah, you look se—good,” he corrects. Buck cannot bring himself to say the word again.
OR: Buck accidentally calls Eddie sexy, then promptly freaks out about it.
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22 Apr 2026
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"How about if we're both still single when I turn thirty-four and you turn thirty-five, we get married?"
"Eddie." Buck blinks rapidly. "Our birthdays are in two weeks."
"I know."
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or, Eddie is trying to confess his feelings, Buck is babysitting his nephew, and they somehow end up getting engaged about it.
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22 Apr 2026
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Eddie climbs onto the bed. They sit side by side, legs extended, two letter L’s protruding off the page. Instead of pressing play like Eddie is expecting, Buck laughs.
“What?” Eddie asks, an instinctive smile caressing his lips.
Buck grips his jaw, thumb brushing over his teeth before he bites at the broad nail, stifling. “Just—did you ever see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?”
Eddie nods. “Gene Wilder.”
“That’s the one,” Buck chuckles around his thumb, then lets it slide free. “You know the grandparents?”
Then Eddie’s laughing too. “Jesus,” he says on an exhale.
“I’m just saying,” says Buck, still giggling. “I’ve seen our future, and it’s bright.”
Or: God created the world in seven days. It only takes Eddie six to surreptitiously move into Buck’s house.
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“What, uh,” Buck says, stopping at the top of the stairs. “What’s going on here?”
Sam steps around the island, grinning, “Hey, man! I made spaghetti to thank everyone for the warm welcome. Want me to make you a plate?”
Warm? Welcome?
For the guy who lied to a room full of bureaucrats who were ready to fire Chimney over it?
A clink of silverware hitting porcelain drags Buck’s confused glare back to the table, as four other sets of silverware follow after it. Like a wind chime of betrayal, ringing the bitter song of the 118’s treachery, their silverware sings with shame.
At least, that’s what it sounds like to Buck.
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Or, Buck catches Sam cooking for the 118.
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19 Apr 2026