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He has roughly fifteen minutes of soccer left.
He could just sit here and watch the game like a normal person.
Or.
“It’s actually been kind of a rough year for them,” he says, letting his voice drop a little. Sun Hat Lady immediately leans in closer. “Like, they almost didn’t make it.”
“Oh no,” she breathes. “Oh, honey.”
“Yeah, it was… I mean, I don’t want to get into it.” He absolutely wants to get into it. “But basically, Theo— my little brother, number seven, the one who keeps—”
A whistle blows. Theo’s committed another foul. This one might actually be assault — Chris isn’t a legal expert but Theo basically used that kid as a speed bump.
“—doing that. So, Theo wasn’t planned. And when my dad, the blonde one, told my other dad, it was like…” Chris exhales wearily, having seen too much. “They were struggling. Communication issues. You know how it is.”
Sun Hat Lady nods gravely. She knows how it is.
Or,
Sometimes you have to make up a story and involve some soccer moms to get your stupid dad and his stupid best friend to kiss. -
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Tommy narrowed his gaze. “Okay, Diaz, look—”
“Hm, no,” Eddie interrupted him and held up one hand. “Let me direct. Just stop. You’re being fucking weird.”
“Oh, I’m being weird?” Tommy’s jaw locked. Eddie noticed him clenching his fists at his sides. “I’m not the one standing in my old house threatening his friend.”
“No,” Eddie snapped. “I am the one in my current home threatening my boyfriend’s ex, who won’t take the hint and leave him alone.”
OR: Tommy tries to get Buck's attention. Eddie refuses to let him have it.
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twisting the kaleidoscope (behind both of my eyes) by snowygallifrey
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
03 Apr 2026
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So he walked out of bed and went straight to Buck's room, the same one he's seeing right now. Buck was sleeping, slightly out of breath, and Eddie couldn't help but get closer. His fingers reached for Buck's neck almost on instinct, pulse against the tip of his fingers. Buck was alive, Buck was breathing, he needed the reminder, Buck was alive.
It wasn't much different from now. He could hear Buck breathing, the deer blanket moving slightly with his chest, but it wasn't enough, it would never be. He wanted to be inside Buck's chest, seeing his lungs inhale and exhale, wanted to touch his heart as it pumped blood to the rest of his body. Then, maybe, it would be enough.
For now, Eddie watched.
Eddie takes care of Buck during his withdrawal and they don't talk about New Mexico. Until they do.
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“Is it weird that I’ve always wanted someone to kiss me like that?” Eddie says, mouth completely skipping that whole ask-brain-for-permission-first thing.
“No weirder than me always wanting to kiss someone like that,” Buck replies.
Every bit of oxygen is sucked out of the room. The movie is still playing, but Eddie can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. His eyes snap to Buck, who is rhythmically puffing his cheeks out and picking at the label on his bottle of soda.
Five time Buck and Eddie kiss platonically, and one time they don't.
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"Yours. Always yours," Eddie answers, sinking back against the headrest, face kissed gold by the morning light. He angles Buck a sidelong look, then adds a considerate, “unless you’d rather not. If you’re tired—”
“No, no,” Buck cuts in quickly, pinking at Eddie’s clear preference. “I’ll make us something. I like cooking for you.”
Eddie hums, pleased, and turns back to the sun. His lashes slide shut, languid as a cat stretched across sun-warmed concrete. “I like when you do, too.”
Or, truth serum: party of two. Unfortunately, they're the last to know.