DevilOnMyShoulder
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Buck isn't looking, but he can feel the presence of someone else climb in with him. They situate themselves in the narrow space between the center console and the seats. A hand lands on the back of his neck, ensuring he doesn't move from this position. The pressure is firm, but not cruel.
"Relax," Red whispers in his ear, low and husky. "Enjoy the ride."
Buck hears doors slam and the shifting of gears. The car lurches, and so does his stomach, because it's evident that nobody is going to find him now. Relax? Impossible. He's going to be killed, his body will be buried in the middle of the desert, and he didn't even thank Eddie for the coffee this morning.
Or: Because Buck's life can never be simple, he finds himself with a gun pressed against the back of his head, in the middle of a feud that has nothing to do with him, and with five pounds of C-4 strapped to his chest. Somehow, that's not even the worst part.
Bookmarked by DevilOnMyShoulder
08 Jun 2026
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It's good. Lot of Whump buck. But it's good
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all of me a wound to close (but I leave the whole thing open) by Iover_of_mine (I_almost_do)
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
23 Apr 2026
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“Buck's mind keeps wandering back to a night spent on Eddie’s couch, which feels like it happened a couple of lifetimes ago, when Eddie had stared at the ceiling and apologized for not being able to go into his room while he was in the coma, even though he was in the hospital most of the time.
He wonders if that’s how he felt, something trapping him inside dull walls and gray floors.
Because Buck can’t move.
Can’t leave.
But he’s not sure would be able to sit by Eddie’s bed while feeling as raw as he does right now, either.
He just knows he needs to stay because Eddie and Christopher are somewhere in there, and that means he can’t go.
It feels like he’s trapped in a nightmare. He’s been in it since he noticed Eddie’s car.
He’s not even sure how long he’s been there, all he knows is the sticky feeling the rain has left on his skin.”
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The one where Eddie and Chris get into a car crash, and I make Buck scream, cry, and throw up in no particular order. -
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Buck is a lot. Eddie knows Buck is a lot. Buck knows Buck is a lot.
But every single person who ever said that to Buck said it like a warning. Like a disclaimer, a heads-up, a you-should-know-what-you're-getting-into before getting too close so they can't say they weren't told.
And Eddie has never, not once, wanted Buck to be less.
The surplus, the overflow, the fourth tangent on a story that started somewhere else entirely — that's not the price of Buck. That is Buck. And more of Buck has only ever meant more to love, and Eddie spent enough years running on empty to know what it means when someone fills up every room they walk into so completely that Eddie is overflowing with it most days.
"Eddie. Are you listening?"
Eddie nods. "Gym Katie is alone at the gym and she's upset."
Buck blinks. His mouth is still open from the sentence he was about to say, his hands still mid-gesture, and he looks genuinely thrown, like he expected to catch Eddie zoning out and instead got caught himself. Caught being heard.
"You were listening," Buck says, a little breathlessly.
Eddie smiles. "I'm always listening."
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24 Mar 2026
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This is so simple yet so beautiful my god. ❤️❤️❤️
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Running to the frontlines from a childhood he never had. Taking a bat to the wall with his son in the next room. Having an affair with the spitting image of his dead wife.
Eddie knows he’s never been good at grieving, knows he’s never been good at losing what little he allows for himself in the first place. This is why he also knows his coping mechanisms can’t possibly get any worse.
Buck, as he so often does, makes him reevaluate his assumptions.
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Evan Buckley dies behind a wall of glass. It’s a shame that when he’s revived not three minutes later, no one is informed.- Language:
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12 Mar 2026
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I speed ran through this because I HAD to know what happens next. Will be re reading several times.
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“I'm not in love with you.” There’s a jolt in Eddie’s stomach at that. “I’m not secretly pining for you, or anything like that. I don’t even see you that way.”
“Oh,” Eddie says, then forces out a laugh he hopes sounds casual. Buck’s eyes are wide, honest, like he’s desperate for Eddie to be reassured by this admission, to believe him. And how much clearer could he be? He’s not in love with Eddie. That’s fine. Eddie never expected him to be. His now empty beer bottle hits the counter too loudly, “No, of course not.”
OR: Buck reassures Eddie that he's not in love with him. Eddie feels some type of way about that.