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“Good job, Mr. Buckley,” Firefighter Diaz says, once he’s standing right in front of Buck. He holds out the small toy, eyebrow quirking up. Is everything in slow motion? Buck thinks everything is in slow motion.
It feels like it takes forever for him to reach out and take it, but time seems to speed back up when their fingers brush, just slightly, during the exchange. He breathes in a little too sharply and nods at him, like, yes, an idiot, and his mouth is moving before he can stop it. “Uh, yes, yeah, thank you.”
...or, Buck’s an elementary school teacher. Eddie’s the hot firefighter that visits his school for a fire safety assembly. He is so normal about it. Seriously. Just ask his coworkers.
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"I don’t like oranges.”
“Since when?” Eddie frowns. “You used to love oranges.”
Christopher shrugs. “I don’t like them anymore.”
And that’s fine, really. Tastes change. Christopher doesn’t have to like oranges.
It’s just that he does. Christopher loves oranges. Christopher has loved oranges since the first time he tasted one, Eddie watching on over a shaky video call from the desert.Or, Eddie knows his kid, and his kid loves oranges. Buck knows both of them better than Eddie realized. He shows it in various citrus-based ways.
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“Come on, you’re telling me you wouldn’t consider sneaking into a storage closet with me?”
“Obviously, I would!” Eddie was whisper-yelling now, and Buck wasn’t sure exactly what point he was trying to make, but he was enjoying every second of this. “But one of us is going to have to have restraint and it has to be the—the one with the most experience.”
Buck felt his mouth drop open in delight. “Eddie,” he admonished. “Are you calling me a whore?”
“No!” said Eddie, looking increasingly flustered. “I just mean—clearly you have the power to do—” he gestured at Buck, “that, so you have the—the responsibility to, like, use it. Responsibly.”
“Did you just quote Spiderman?”
Eddie propped his elbows on the table and dropped his head into his hands, groaning dramatically. “I’m going to die. The first date, and I’m going to die.”
“Been there, wouldn’t recommend it.”
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Buck and Eddie and the first date.
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my feet have led me straight into my grave. by gooondocks (happyhauntt)
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
07 Mar 2025
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No. No, Eddie’s not leaving, he’s going away. It’s not the same thing, it’s not, but Buck can’t swallow past the bitter sting in the back of his throat that warns it is, it is the same, it’s you.
Buck is not being abandoned. He is not being left behind.
It just feels that way.(or, the thought of dying alone has always terrified Buck, but dying in Eddie’s arms is worse.)
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Eddie Munson marches on stage that night, glammed up and dizzy, and squawks. Right at the audience! Gone is the suave, confident frontman who wears his body like he designed it, who winks at interviewers who poke and prod at the queer subtext in his lyricism. In his stead is an extremely (unwillingly) drunk man, who cannot for the life of him remember how to be a rockstar.
It was a disaster, to say the least.
But it was also really, really funny.
(Or: Eddie Munson steps away from the spotlight and takes up hosting a radio show. He quickly strikes up a strange friendship with a frequent caller. Oh, and his neighbor just so happens to be the most beautiful man Eddie's cynical eyes have ever seen.)