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kill yourself for recognition (kill yourself to never ever stop) by likes_koolaid
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
05 Aug 2025
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By mid July, Buck was eleven and watched a kid crack his head open on the concrete. His parents rushed in, pressed a towel to the blood and kisses to his forehead, scooped him up and rushed him off.
That night Buck climbed high into the tree, higher than he ever had before, and he let go.
For a moment it felt like he was flying.
or, in the wake of the lawsuit, Buck writes suicide letters and Eddie opens the door before he can leave it
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“I’ve had a prostate orgasm,” Eddie bit out, unable to fight the surge of heat in his cheeks at the sense-memory of the first time writhing and moaning on Buck’s fingers, under his tongue. Being wet and open and begging for more.
“Technically you haven’t,” Buck countered. “You’ve come from me touching your dick while I was also hitting your prostate.”
“Fuck off.” Buck couldn’t see Eddie’s eyeroll, but he hoped he felt it, like, psychically.
Or: Buck’s new hyperfixation is making Eddie come, untouched, on his dick—and on his dick only. Eddie can’t do it. Commence slow but sure descent into insanity (and desperation for Buck’s cock).
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I'll take care of you (honey, you'll take care of me too) by wikiangela
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
11 Jul 2024
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Buck's old leg injury flares up on a morning he's spending with his boyfriend.
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now we're finally aligning (more than maybe i can choose) by likes_koolaid
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
15 Jul 2025
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When Buck sees Chris slipping off the edge of the firetruck, he doesn't think, just dives forward and hoists Chris up and backwards.
He tries to catch himself too, but the momentum sends him over the edge, smacking hard into the water.
Everything goes black after that.
or, during the tsunami Buck falls off the fire truck instead of Chris, is presumed dead, and gets turned into a dog
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“Dad says you’re not feeling good,” Christopher said from beside him on the couch, causing a flash of panic as he’d almost forgotten he was there.
The air cut his throat when he cleared it. He frowned, then tried for a smile as he glanced at him. “Uh, yeah, I guess not, but getting to see you is helping.”
Christopher had a little scrunch to his nose, making his glasses shift. “Are you sick?”
The question felt too big in his head as it bounced around, and his mind wandered back to the fire and Bobby.
His teeth dug into his lip, scraping. They were cracked and rough, and he bit at the skin of his bottom one, catching an edge and peeling it a bit. It seemed like a thing he should be able to feel, but he couldn’t.
Bobby was the one in the hospital, the person they should be worrying about, not him.
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Bobby gets hurt, and Buck can't cope, so he checks out, going numb, but Eddie, Chris, and a flame pull him back. Two of those things were healthy, and one was not.