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“Hey, Spider-Man!” Eddie says, groaning dramatically as he picks Theo up. “You ready for the big game today?”
“If I score a goal, I get a kitty!”
Eddie’s laugh filters down the hall like music to Buck’s ears. “Is that so? I think we should go see what your Buck says about that. Chris, would you mind setting the table?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Chris replies in his usual teenage monotony.
Buck chuckles to himself and flops back against the pillows, just staring up at the whirring ceiling fan for a moment as his chest fills with contentment. He was wrong earlier; it does get better. Having all of his boys together under the same roof is the happiest Buck can get; he’s sure of it.
The sound of socked feet approaches until there’s another presence in the doorway.
“Rise and shine, Buckley, it’s game day."
Or: It's Theo's first soccer game of the children of queer parents' league that Hen and Karen recommended. Except Buck doesn't exactly mention this to Eddie beforehand. Cue: Rainbows, fluff, and promises of a kitty.
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09 Aug 2026
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Don't Want To Pretend (That It Wasn't Real From The Start) by SeaOfBread
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
08 Aug 2026
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His mom clears her throat, squinting her eyes at Eddie. “Whose is he? Do you—Do you have a new girlfriend?”
Theo giggles and looks up at her from below. “Eddie doesn’t have a girlfriend! That’s silly!”
Eddie nearly chokes. Silly… Yeah, maybe so. “Uh—No. No girlfriend.”
“Then whose is he, Eddie?” His dad asks.
And with the comedic timing of one of those corny 90s sitcoms, Buck chooses that exact moment to walk out of the kitchen.
Or: Eddie's parents make a surprise visit for Christopher's sixteenth birthday. What they didn't expect was finding a few surprises of their own.
Or: Eddie is convinced the universe hates him when his parents come to visit. With them already believing he and Buck are together, Eddie decides to roll with it.
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It's the control of his movement, the way his muscles move, how his hips roll, and his perfect posture. How he makes those quick steps and snaps of his hips look so easy, simple. And then he twirls around, the woman in his arms turning, so her back is to him, a strong forearm curled around her stomach, and Buck knows that tattoo—
"Eddie?!"
His brain short-circuits, and there are no more thoughts.
Because Eddie is here. And Eddie is dancing with a beautiful woman.
And Eddie is… perfect.
Buck goes on a date at a salsa club, only to discover Eddie there, using his ballroom-dancing skills for stress relief. Needless to say, seeing Eddie dance fries Buck's brain.
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07 Aug 2026
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“They asked us to share something interesting about our families.”
“And you—” Eddie stops, presses his lips together, then flicks a hand toward him. “You went with my imaginary engagement.”
Christopher finally puts his phone away. “I didn’t say you were engaged.”
“You told everyone I have a firefighter boyfriend.”
“Yeah.”
Eddie lifts a hand. “Which firefighter?”
Christopher gives him a look.
Eddie waits.
The look continues.
He lets his hand fall. “Christopher.”
“Who do you think?”
“I’m asking you.”
Christopher shifts one crutch against the wall and gestures vaguely at Eddie, like the answer should be somewhere on his person. “Buck.”
Or Chris tells his science club that Buck and Eddie are basically married
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02 Aug 2026
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eddie's not entirely sure he believes in getting help, at least not for himself. there's only so much healing to be had for a body torn apart by bullets, for a mind that's only half there, for a man who's been leaving pieces of himself behind all his life with nothing to take their place.
except, as it turns out, falling apart happens in increments, and healing does, too: it happens when you gnaw a hole in your lip trying to keep quiet only to have the words escape; when you realize that the ghost you've been seeing out of the corner of your eye is yourself; when your best friend smiles, and you allow it to take your breath away.
it happens through the smallest of things: bird feeders, and cacti, and pasta shapes.
meanwhile, the world goes on.
(or: the entity often affectionately referred to as the unrepression fic.)
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01 Aug 2026