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Eddie has never flipped his phone over so fast. Chris looks up, eyebrows raised.
“Did Buck send you another snake picture?” he asks.
He can't say no, because Buck… Buck did. But not of a rattlesnake mid-strike this time. He sent an entirely different sort of snake. He nods, his throat too dry to speak.
Buck sends Eddie a nude. Eddie can't stop thinking about it.
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30 Jun 2026
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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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20 Jun 2026
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Someone exclaims in the background, but Buck’s voice cuts through louder when he asks, “You… you want to borrow my…?”
“Flashlight,” Eddie supplies with patient emphasis. It is not, strictly speaking, a leap of faith to assume Buck of all people would have one, but he did move recently, so— who knows what’s still lost in Packed Box Limbo. “Please tell me you have one I can use.”
“I…” there’s a lengthy pause on the other end, Buck’s voice weak and tapering off at the end. “Y-Yeah, okay.”
Or: Eddie just needs to borrow some tools. Fleshlight, flashlight, what’s the difference? The distinction has never been more illuminating.
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16 Jun 2026
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“...My husband here is always talking about coming to this restaurant.” Buck holds his breath while waiting for Eddie’s response.
Eddie blushes immediately, “Yeah, I just love the food…” he says, nodding. Buck’s heart skips. He thinks Eddie will leave it at that, but he adds to the lie, “See, we’re celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight.”
(Or, Buck and Eddie keep referring to each other as husbands, it’s undoubtedly nice… They’re not together, no. It’s a best friend thing.)
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09 Jun 2026
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He gives in, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s middle, breathing him in. “I can’t sleep without you, anyways,” he mumbles into Eddie’s hair.
He hears the way Eddie’s breath hitches loudly. “I’ll make sure to wake you up next time, then,” he promises in a whisper, holding Buck closer.
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“What—”
Buck cuts his own words off with another shuddering gasp as Eddie suddenly pulls him in. He’s compelled to allow Eddie to guide him, complete putty under his control. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
“Weirdo,” is all he hears Eddie mutter fondly under his breath before his lips meet Buck’s.
It lasts a split second, way too short for Buck to even count the milliseconds, but somehow still, it’s life-changing. A short pressing of lips, breaths exchanged through mouths, and the feeling of knowing this is it. Buck’s ruined for anyone else forever now. No other lips will ever hold a crown to Eddie’s chapped and tequila-tainted ones.
OR: Eddie drunk-kisses Buck twice, and throws up three times.
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31 May 2026