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A get together at the Grant-Nash house becomes a competition, Eddie is whipped beyond belief.
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26 Jan 2026
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+1 time Buck wasn't around to answer his questions
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- Part 1 of Buckepedia 'verse
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25 Jan 2026
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“If Bobby found out about what?” Chim flinched, turning slowly in his seat to glance back at Bobby who was looking down at him with a concerned frown.
“Hey Cap!” Crips Chim, voice unnaturally high.
“Howard.” Bobby growled in warning.
“Eddie’s girlfriend hates Buck!” Chim folds like a wet towel under Bobby’s glare
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- Part 1 of The thing about Buck
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25 Jan 2026
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The chaos, the sounds of shots, the blood splattered all over his face, clothes, and soul ― death, so subtly and surely coming around, with Its dark cloak, reaping hook, and empty holes that were more soulful than the eyes of some living humans.
Felt like being at war again ― but that was Buck. Buck, bleeding in the middle of the street and never looking away as long as he could. Eddie could see his erratic breathing, the pain in his features, life slipping away from his body as blood slipped away from the bullet wound on his shoulder.
Eddie felt at war again ― but there, looking at him, there was a reason for Eddie to risk it all. His life, his sanity, his heart; Buck was there, and Eddie needed to get to him.
Or,
What if Buck had been the one who got shot?
(both chapters are already posted)
Bookmarked by SorryBroccoli
23 Jan 2026
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i'd fall to pieces on the floor (if you weren't around) by justapoet
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
24 Nov 2021
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He couldn't name a reason, couldn't list a motive. There wasn't a wrong turn ― maybe he had wandered down the wrong path, and that was the consequence ―, there wasn't a bad word, a poor call, a gone life ― just his own, and his soul being a lost cause.
There was nothing.
Just blood staining the tiles, the marble, the glass. Just the acute pain over his skin, his soul, his mess.
There was nothing.
Or even less.
Or,
Buck relapses, and calls for help amidst the numbness and the fog. Eddie picks up the phone ― and the pieces of a heart he'd find scattered on the floor.
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23 Jan 2026