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Buck was going to kill him.
That was Eddie’s first thought when his brain processed the fact that he’d walked their kid right into the middle of a fucking bank heist.
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Or: Eddie vs. not picking a fight with three armed bank robbers; Buck vs. not intervening in an active hostage situation. Challenge level: impossible.
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- Part 2 of you could be my baby, baby, baby
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16 Oct 2025
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“Are you finally proposing?” Buck asks, and the air rushes out of Eddie like he’s been punched in the gut, a swift burst.
Hearing it from Buck makes it real, solidified, no longer a shapeless fantasy in his head.
"Proposing what?”
“Marriage, genius.” Buck snorts. “Duh.”
Buck peels Eddie's pomegranates, carves out the brown spots from his apples, eats the ugly, discolored fruit. Eddie wants to propose, spirals, and crashes a car about it.
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03 Aug 2025
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27 Jul 2025
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Chris picks up his fork, looks Buck in the eye, and stabs the fork through one of the smiley face’s pancake eyes.
“Oh, wow,” Buck flinches. “Okay.”
“Now he’s winking!” Jee giggles.
“Yeah,” Chris nods. “He probably did something dumb like jump out of a second-storey house and land face-first on a fork.”
Or, Buck gets hurt, Chris gets angry, and Jee just wants to play ponies. The answer lies in a pinkie promise. Eddie doesn't get it, but he's happy to be involved.
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30 Jun 2025
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Eddie flipped the postcard one last time, reading over the words he’d inked into the paper. His thumb brushed along the corner as he slipped the card into the slot.
Hey Buck,
I’m drunk in Texas and this is still the only address I know by heart. I miss you.
Yours,
E.D.
Or; Eddie figures some things out about himself while he's in Texas. Then Chris asks to move back to L.A.
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27 Jun 2025