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“I have a rainbow one! And a blue and green one! And a pink, purple, and blue one! And a blue and pink one! And this one is pink and orange! And - -”
“That’s a lot of flags, Spider-Man,” Eddie chuckles.
“Yep! I got them all. I have so many. Buck only has one. Which one do you have?”
“I don’t have a flag,” Eddie says. "I'm not sure which one belongs to me right now."
Or, Theo collects all the flags at Pride. Eddie tries to find one that fits.
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26 Jun 2026
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“I might regret asking this but…” Ian trails off, hesitating until Eddie nudges him, urging him to continue. “Buck,” he says, simply.
Eddie frowns. He doesn’t remember Buck doing anything particularly weird or notable. Hell, he doesn’t even recall him and Ian talking that much. Is that weird? Is Ian worried that he didn’t get the best friend stamp of approval, or something? “What about him? I mean, he can be a little much sometimes, but he mellows out—”
Ian shakes his head. “No. I’m talking about: Buck, your very handsome and very involved best friend, who is also queer...” He trails off again, as if he’s waiting for Eddie to fill in the blank. When he doesn’t, Ian finally says: “Do I have anything to worry about there?”
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Or, he does in fact have something to worry about.Series
- Part 2 of it's a date
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24 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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12 Jun 2026
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He… forgot. Waking up curled around another person — around Buck — was not an uncommon occurrence. They'd been sharing the bed for a few months now, as they had back during covid, and would wake up tangled together sometimes. It was normal. It was routine. But this morning, he'd forgotten.
Eddie had woken up warm, comfortable, content, smelling that particular smell that came only from the warm skin of a person asleep, and his slowly waking brain had filled in the missing pieces it hadn't processed yet, signalling his motor cortex to lean down and kiss Buck. Routine.
He'd forgotten.
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19 May 2026
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“You said you talked to Hen about”—Ravi makes a vague, conjuring gesture, even though Eddie can’t see it—“all this yesterday, right? She dresses the best out of all of us. You should ask her for fashion advice.”
“I tried.” Eddie huffs. “She said, verbatim, ‘I’m not your gay Yoda.’”
With that, the fitting room stall’s lock finally clicks open, the door swinging open with a muted groan. Eddie steps out, arms spread wide. “Alright. What do we think?”
From an objective standpoint, he looks good. He looks really good. Objectively speaking.
From a subjective standpoint, he looks like someone Buck wants to pin against the nearest surface and fuck until they’re both stupid.
“Handsome, you are,” Buck croaks.
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Or: Eddie comes out to Buck and takes him clothes shopping.
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19 May 2026