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this happiness is hell on earth {i think it's gonna kill me} by spaceprincessem
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
12 Oct 2022
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“So,” one of the girls — Becky he thinks — asks him as they start to strip down to their bathing suits, “cliff jumping, huh? Not something most normal people get into. What brought you here?”
“Oh,” Buck fumbles with the hem of his shirt, “you know, just trying to expand my horizons.”
He’s waiting for someone to call him on it. To say that they see right fucking through him. Evan Buckley is here because he can never be satisfied with what he already has. He wants more always wants more and he thinks the universe is going to give it to him in a seven second freefall. But no one does. He knows that nobody probably could. Because that person is tucked up at the dinner table with his aunt and son, finally getting the peace and happiness he deserves.
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07 Jun 2025
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Eddie's wife has been dead for two weeks. There's a firefighter in bed five. These are not necessarily related facts, but Eddie will have a hard time separating them out, later.
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A story, in many ways, about holding hands
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21 Mar 2025
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"You look like him," Bucky says. No prompting, no nothing. He just speaks, like this is a thing he does.
"What?" Steve asks. He didn’t really hear it, too stunned by the fact that words were coming out of Bucky’s mouth to understand their meaning.
"You look like him. So did Pierce." His voice is soft, gravelly from disuse. "Is that why they picked you?"
Steve’s heart plunges like an elevator with the cables cut. “Buck, it is me.”
The hard line of Bucky’s mouth softens just a little. “Sure,” he says.- Language:
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09 Aug 2024
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“I thought you were still asleep,” Eddie says, voice kept low around a yawn as he ducks his head towards the TV and searches blindly for the remote on the bedside table. “Is it bothering you? I can turn it off.”
“Nah, ’s fine,” Buck assures, fingers unfolding from the edge of his hospital blanket to wave off the concern sitting dark and heavy under Eddie’s eyes. The sound goes to mute anyway as Eddie’s hand snakes through the bedrails to prevent him from tearing at the highlighter yellow bracelet declaring him a fall risk and maybe he falls asleep to the slow swoop of the other man’s fingers against his forearm because the next thing he knows he’s blinking awake to gentle pats against his face.
Or: Eddie takes care of Buck during his recovery from the lightning strike.
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25 Jun 2024