CarefulFear_DeadDevotion (TrapDoorTrigger)
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The “standing around”, as Buck puts it, was part of that. Calm before the storm. Baseball happens in snap moments. Baseball happens, it doesn’t just move along.
When he was younger, Eddie used to wish he’d happen, too. And he didn’t, but Christopher did, and no matter how terrifying a pregnancy test at nineteen was, Eddie’d feel all that fear again and again every single day to be with his kid forever.
But Chris is fourteen now, fourteen and independent and more of a self-assured man than Eddie was at that age, and Eddie’s starting to think about happening again. About the waiting game, and about the supersonic crack of a bat hitting a ball. About how right it feels for a glove to slip over his hand, big and warm and all-encompassing. About where he finds comfort in the stillness, and where he finds life worth living in its disruptions.
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Eddie plays some baseball and processes some things.
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each inch of your skin is more beautiful than the august moon by Neuqe
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
07 Apr 2025
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“You could have done something about it,” Eddie points out, still, teasing and faking innocence and grinning, as he cups Buck’s face lazily with one hand.
If Eddie was not the love of his life, he would shove him off the bed, but because he is, and Buck is nice and his heart is still overflowing with love, he just glares at him, but there isn’t any heat behind it.
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or the morning after they confess their feelingsBookmarked by CarefulFear_DeadDevotion (TrapDoorTrigger)
07 Apr 2025