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“Buck,” Eddie says, a small smile curving at the edge of his mouth, “wanna get married? For our honeymoon, we’ll scam your parents out of some money and make Ravi’s accountant do our taxes.”
“Well,” Buck says drily, “that sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”
“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, in his very best – meaning very bad – impression of Buck when he gets his hands on a clipboard. “What was that?”
“Yes, Eddie,” Buck says, putting on an air of suffering despite the butterflies making themselves at home in his stomach. Man, whoever Eddie ends up proposing to for realsies is gonna be so lucky. “I’ll marry you.”
or: buck is invited to a family reunion and realises that there's a good chunk of money waiting for him. there’s one issue, though: he has to be married to claim it, and right now, he’s painfully single. it’s a good thing he has such a great best friend in eddie, right?
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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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Theo plops himself onto the closed toilet seat, drowning in his Spider-Man robe while Eddie blow-dries his hair. He leans his face into Eddie’s stomach, humming to himself and fiddling with one of his bath toys that he’d rescued before being plucked from the water. The tub slowly drains, the bathroom is humid and nice-smelling, and there’s the weight of a toddler against him. Eddie isn’t just falling asleep, he can feel the stress of the day melting away.
He sighs. Theo tips his chin to look at him and sighs back, flaring his nostrils like they’re two tigers communicating in chuffs.
“I’m happy that you’re here, Eddie.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says. He aims the blow dryer down the back of Theo’s robe, making him giggle. “Me too, kiddo.”
or, Buck needs some help putting Theo to bed. Eddie has his back.
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“He’s not,” Christopher interrupted after he swallowed, his eyebrows furrowed, “that’s not- no. Bucks not my uncle.”
His abuela waved a dismissive hand, “Oh, of course not, I know that. Isn’t that a thing you young ones do? Refer to your parents' close friends as aunts or uncles?”
And here’s the thing, yes. He refers to Hen and Karen as his aunties. He’s never blinked at that. He routinely tells people that he and Denny are basically cousins.
Sure, he even calls Maddie and Chim his aunt and uncle without a second thought, but that’s because - well, that’s because..
“He’s not my uncle,” Christopher repeated, “He’s my other dad.”
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OR Five times Christopher Diaz sets the record straight on who Buck is to him and the one time he makes sure Buck knows it too.
(and a buddie confession just for funsies)
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“I guess I’m having a crisis.”
“What kind of crisis? Should I be concerned?”
“You know, juice,” says Eddie.
Juice? Is that code for something?
“This priest told me that all this time I’ve been picking water over juice,” Eddie clarifies. “Not because I don’t like juice. I actually love juice. Crave it. But I pick water over it because it’s safer.”
“I don’t understand. Is it because water’s cheaper?”
“No, not that. I guess I’ve just been trying to– You know, lean into my desire for juice. Except, I tried, tonight, and while I did enjoy it, it still wasn’t– Exactly the kind of juice I’m looking for.”
Buck is so, so lost.
“Maybe you should consider a different brand?”
“What?”
“Like, say you love juice with pulp,” Buck carries on. “But so far, you’ve only tried clear, liquid juice. Maybe you tasted juice with pulp when you were a kid, and have been looking for it since. Maybe you’re looking for something, I don’t know, familiar? Maybe it’s been right in front of you, but you keep walking past it.”
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OR A ghost is indeed haunting Buck's new house. Except, it's not the person he expects.Bookmarked by TNSA
27 Apr 2026