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Buck excavates the things Eddie left behind, clinging to any pieces of his best friend he can find. Shoved in the back of his bedroom closet, he finds a nondescript box full of 2018 Shannon—photos, jewelry, a Christmas ornament, and, strangely, a thumbdrive.
With only Eddie’s ghost for company in the house Buck is haunting, what’s a little privacy violation between friends? And masturbation. So much masturbation.
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- Part 1 of ghost stories
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feeling kinda freaky (maybe it's the moon light) by pinkdoughnut for slowclub
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
04 Feb 2025
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Buck’s fingers tangled in Eddie’s hair, angling his head back. He deepened the kiss until all he could feel, all he could taste, was Eddie. Eddie matched his every movement like he was starving for it. For a moment, Buck wondered if they could stay here forever, drowning in each other, and neither of them would ever have to come up for air.
But unfortunately, they did need to eventually pull apart for air.
When they did, Eddie was smirking, eyes trailing up and down Buck’s body.
“Well, now that you’ve had your fun… it’s my turn.”
Five times Buck blames the full moon for why he and Eddie are acting… different, and the one time he stops fighting it.
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Buck starts dating again. Eddie is totally and completely normal about it.
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"Well, I would like to have a word with your employer then," Eddie says as he backs towards his car. "Oh no wait a second, that's you! No one is forcing you to do this!"
"Why are you so afraid of love?" Buck wails back instead of replying to Eddie’s accusation.----
Eddie knew that when he and Christopher moved to LA, there would be a lot more deities than he was used to. What he did not expect was a Cupid that had it out for him, determined for Eddie to fall in love despite Eddie's repeated refusals, denials and threats. But Eddie needs a partner in the field and it seems like the winged weasel is the closest he is getting. -
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“Another body found in Griffith Park today–” Taylor Kelly’s voice projects into the living room from the television, five o’clock news playing, and Eddie scowls, turning it off and tossing the remote onto the coffee table in front of him.
Eddie doesn’t want to think too hard about it, especially when his phone lay next to him, full of ominous messages from an unknown number.
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Eddie’s descent into love and obsession with a serial killer. (They just fuck nasty about it tbh)