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“Why are you being weird? Why won’t you talk to me?” Buck asks, looking down at Eddie. “I wrote you every day.”
Eddie is now lost. Buck wrote to him? “Huh? You wrote to me?”
“No, you’re being weird and dramatic, so I figured I could match your weirdness and dramatics.” Sadness and fear replace Buck’s anger. “Will you just tell me what I did wrong? Are you mad Chris fell asleep on the couch with me?”
Or: This is me using Ryan and Oliver answers for how they would make Buddie cannon from the Nashville con. Eddie is dramatic but I'm not Spanish so no telenovela for me. Buck using Oliver's words as my main promps.
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12 Jun 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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- Part 1 of Buddie as the Basement Yard
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19 May 2026
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“How come you’re still awake?” Buck asks, antsy. He pulls at a loose thread inside one pocket with pinched fingers, rapidly picking apart the stitching. Better to unravel that than eight years of friendship all because said friend’s shorts have ridden up agonizingly at the thigh.
“I was waiting for you to get back. You’re kind of early, though.” Eddie’s eyes are tracked to the TV, but they dart over at Buck when he asks, “You strike out with Dixie?”
Which… Buck doesn’t even know where to start. He desperately needs to buy a vowel.
“Huh? Why—what—did I miss a text?”
Eddie, sat cross-legged on top of pearly-white cotton sheets, a vision so soft it’s making Buck dizzy, has the audacity to look puzzled. “Not from me. Why?”
or: Eddie leaves a light on for Buck.
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13 May 2026
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Eddie climbs onto the bed. They sit side by side, legs extended, two letter L’s protruding off the page. Instead of pressing play like Eddie is expecting, Buck laughs.
“What?” Eddie asks, an instinctive smile caressing his lips.
Buck grips his jaw, thumb brushing over his teeth before he bites at the broad nail, stifling. “Just—did you ever see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?”
Eddie nods. “Gene Wilder.”
“That’s the one,” Buck chuckles around his thumb, then lets it slide free. “You know the grandparents?”
Then Eddie’s laughing too. “Jesus,” he says on an exhale.
“I’m just saying,” says Buck, still giggling. “I’ve seen our future, and it’s bright.”
Or: God created the world in seven days. It only takes Eddie six to surreptitiously move into Buck’s house.
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13 May 2026
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Looking down at the bottle’s label like he’s reading the countdown clock on a bomb, Eddie says, “Buck.”
“Eddie.”
Said Eddie huffs. Buck suspects he also had to fight back the urge to stomp his foot with that one. “I don’t need… I’m fine. It’ll go away in a couple of days; it’s only when I stretch weird, anyway, so—”
“Or, hear me out,” Buck interrupts coolly, “you could, I don’t know—relax? A few bubbles won’t bite, Eddie.” Then, softer: “It’s a muscle soak. It’ll help, I swear.”
Eddie holds out the bottle and points at it despairingly. “Citrus jamboree,” he whines.
“It’s a party,” Buck shrugs.
Or: 5 innocuous stops along Buck and Eddie’s cozy journey to forever, +1 destination
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10 May 2026