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"Leave it," Eddie says, his voice pulled taut like a wire about to snap, tight enough to hum.
Buck looks at him, and Eddie’s whole body has gone so rigid he looks carved from stone, but Buck will ruminate on that later. But he can't exactly leave his phone under the seat for the next eight hundred miles, it's got his whole life on it, every stupid photo he's ever taken of Christopher and Eddie and Eddie and Christopher and, embarrassingly, just Eddie, so many just-Eddies, an entire hidden album of candids he'll never admit to because they constitute evidence of something he's been pretending he doesn't feel.
"I can't leave it, it's my phone. It's got— hold on, I think it slid under your seat."
“Buck, don’t.”
It’s as if Eddie doesn’t even know him, because Buck has never once heard the word don’t and responded with anything resembling obedience. So now he’s stretching across the center console with one hand braced on Eddie’s thigh for leverage, the other reaching blindly into the dark gap beneath the driver’s seat, and he’s aware on some level that his positioning is— that he’s essentially— that his head is—
He’s in Eddie’s lap.
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15 Sep 2026
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“Holy shit, Eddie. You weren’t kidding. You have a hot husband,” is the first thing Greta says 30 seconds into Eddie pretending he’s not freaking the fuck out about pretending Buck is his husband at his barber’s lesbian wedding.
He kind of feels like he’s going to puke. This was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea.
Or, a classic case of fake dating a wedding.
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11 Sep 2026
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“Hey, Spider-Man!” Eddie says, groaning dramatically as he picks Theo up. “You ready for the big game today?”
“If I score a goal, I get a kitty!”
Eddie’s laugh filters down the hall like music to Buck’s ears. “Is that so? I think we should go see what your Buck says about that. Chris, would you mind setting the table?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Chris replies in his usual teenage monotony.
Buck chuckles to himself and flops back against the pillows, just staring up at the whirring ceiling fan for a moment as his chest fills with contentment. He was wrong earlier; it does get better. Having all of his boys together under the same roof is the happiest Buck can get; he’s sure of it.
The sound of socked feet approaches until there’s another presence in the doorway.
“Rise and shine, Buckley, it’s game day."
Or: It's Theo's first soccer game of the children of queer parents' league that Hen and Karen recommended. Except Buck doesn't exactly mention this to Eddie beforehand. Cue: Rainbows, fluff, and promises of a kitty.
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20 Jul 2026
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"I don't know what Eddie wants," Theo can feel his bottom lip start to shake in worry.
"Hey it's alright, let's think hard," Ravi comforts him by giving him a pat on the back.
Theo thinks hard, really hard. "I know!" Theo gasped, "He wants to kiss Buck."
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Theo manages to convince Ravi to take him shopping for Eddie and Buck's birthday presents
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16 Jul 2026
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“Someone referred to me as your wife the other day.” Buck started.
Eddie choked on air. His cheeks were so pink. Why did he blush like that? Buck was paler than him, and yet somehow he didn’t blush anywhere near as hard as Eddie himself did.
“Do you think of me as your old ball and chain?” Eddie asked, going along with the joke despite the frankly upsetting colour of his cheeks. How was this Buck looking in love with him? Obviously they were comfortable with each other, but still.
Buck gasped, his eyes big, his back straightening out as he got ready to fight with God himself on this topic. Eddie knew immediately the rant he had started, Buck’s mockingly serious voice raising as he stared Eddie down intently.
“I would never refer to my wife as the old ball and chain. You don’t hold me down, you pick me up, you dirty little bitch. You’re the wind beneath my wings. God.”
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Buddie as The Basement Yard boys.
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