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“Alright,” Eddie shrugs, laissez-faire. He pulls Buck’s plate to the center of the table; pushes his own forward in kind. Then he begins a drawn-out circus routine of plucking an olive at a time up and out of the bowl and plopping them onto their respective dishes, one by one.
The delicate, repetitive movement of Eddie’s pinched fingers reminds Buck of picking the petals off of flowers. He loves me. He loves me not. He love—
An olive hits him square in the forehead.
“There,” Eddie says, resolute, as the pitted projectile tumbles to the ground at Buck’s feet. “Equal treatment.”
Or: Buck, Eddie, and the olive theory. Well, in theory.
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10 Jun 2026
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“You shouldn’t be here, either. He’s an asshole, he’s not even—”
“Why do you care?" Buck interrupts him, raising his tone, “It’s not like I’m gonna marry him!”
“I sure hope not!” Eddie replies loudly, offended, then, thinks to himself, you’re gonna marry me.
(Or, Buck decides to date again. Unsurprisingly, Eddie crashes out and sort of steals someone’s identity in the process. It goes better than expected… Truly.)
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10 Jun 2026
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"I don't know." Buck's voice dropped lower, uncertain. "I just need... something."
His fingers found Eddie's wrist, holding on like an anchor. Eddie stroked his thumb along Buck's pulse point, feeling the rapid beats beneath skin that burned too hot. "Tell me what you're thinking."
Buck was quiet for another long moment, and Eddie could practically see him gathering courage. When Buck finally turned to look at him, his blue eyes were desperate, pupils blown wide. "This is gonna sound crazy."
"Try me."
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or; Buck gets sick and has a proposition for Eddie. Then, when Eddie gets sick, Buck's got another proposition.
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10 Jun 2026
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Buck tries out a new churro filler and Eddie can't handle the imagery.
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10 Jun 2026
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“Why are you being weird? Why won’t you talk to me?” Buck asks, looking down at Eddie. “I wrote you every day.”
Eddie is now lost. Buck wrote to him? “Huh? You wrote to me?”
“No, you’re being weird and dramatic, so I figured I could match your weirdness and dramatics.” Sadness and fear replace Buck’s anger. “Will you just tell me what I did wrong? Are you mad Chris fell asleep on the couch with me?”
Or: This is me using Ryan and Oliver answers for how they would make Buddie cannon from the Nashville con. Eddie is dramatic but I'm not Spanish so no telenovela for me. Buck using Oliver's words as my main promps.
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10 Jun 2026