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    "You're really just gonna sit there and act like it didn't happen," he mutters.

    Eddie looks up at him, a small fond smile on his face that's reserved only for Buck.

    "I'm going to marry you someday," Eddie murmurs. "Do you want French toast?"

    Buck nearly chokes on his coffee. There was no way he heard that correctly…right?

    "Uh," he splutters. "What did you just say?"

    "Do you want French toast?"

    "Before that," Buck clarifies.

    "Oh." Eddie's smile only grows wider. "I'm going to marry you someday."

    or: Buck and Eddie share a bed, a kiss, and a pancake. In that order.

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    “I need a photo of you,” Chris says.

    “N-Now?” Buck looks down at himself: long gloves, meatball hands, denim apron. This is not exactly Instagram-worthy material. Beneath the apron, he’s wearing a stretched-out shirt of Eddie’s that still smells of his cologne at the collar. He holds up his hands, brows raised. “I’ve got meatballs on my hands.”

    “No. It’s for school. I need a photo of you now.”

    Oh. That’s fine. Buck’s got plenty of candid shots he can email Christopher’s way. Eddie’s no photographer, but he’s always been good at catching Buck at the right angle.

    But then, shattering Buck’s delight in being part of Chris’s project, he continues: “And one when you were a kid.”

    “Oh.” Dread injects itself into his veins—Buck barely has any photos from his childhood, half because his parents never cared enough to take them, but half because he doesn’t exactly like looking at them. He doesn’t look like himself in them. Long blonde hair, itchy dresses, hollow eyes and skin that never fit quite right.

    “Um. What’s the project?”

    Or: Buck comes out to Chris.

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    11 Apr 2026

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    “Hey, Buck?” Christopher says. “How do you know you’re not in love with my dad?”

    Buck freezes. A full body clench. “Uh,” he says. “Could you - - I think I - - sorry,” he laughs uncomfortably. “Could you repeat the question?”

    “I asked Dad, but now I’m more confused. And you date men, right? But you don’t date Dad. So how do you know you don’t want to date Dad?”

     

    Or, Christopher has some questions. He asks the two worst possible people.

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    11 Apr 2026

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    Christopher can’t do this. His hand is broken, his legs are going all shaky the way they do before they give out, and he’s barely in high school! He’s fifteen! He can’t even drive yet, probably won’t ever be able to, and he’s had to see his dad and Buck on the brink of death so many times since he was a kid that he’s starting to really get sick of it.

    Christopher can’t do this. He can’t deliver a baby. Doesn’t it make any difference that he’s just fifteen?

    or, A dead mall, a hostage situation, and a baby. This is not how Christopher planned on spending his last day of summer vacation.

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    11 Mar 2026

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    Eddie swallowed harshly, "Buck-"

    That's what he needed to snap out of it. A quiet but resounding “Oh” reverberated through his skull. He swallowed down the remaining bile and anguish, grabbed his keys from his pocket out of pure impulse and searched for the key that had felt so big when Eddie first slipped it into his palm. It didn't feel big now, it felt small as it kept slipping through his shaking fingers.

    "Buck, what-"

    He slid the key off, smacking it against the kitchen island and turned on his heel, marching out of the house.

    Eddie didn't follow after him.

    That felt more clear than anything Eddie had tried to say to him.

     

    Or: Buck confesses his feelings for Eddie, Eddie reacts poorly and then clears up some things. They figure things out together.

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