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After the lawsuit, everyone outcasted Buck forcing him into all the dirty work. And Buck took it. He took all the chores, the harsh words, the grimaces.
Till one day Buck couldn't take it anymore...
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04 Jun 2026
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Because every day after he woke up still in pain, and he couldn’t even tell his own family (because what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore? what if they don’t let me?). And then he’s hugging Eddie and they’re welcoming him home and maybe, just maybe, for a second he believes that it won’t be so bad.
Because then he was choking on his own blood staring into Bobby’s eyes thinking this is it, isn’t it? And then he woke up because damn, he always wakes up and somehow that’s always worse. And he wants to laugh at himself because how did he think, even for a moment, that anything would ever be ok?
Because then he was on blood thinners and they wouldn’t let him home, and he just wanted to go home (what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore?)
Because then the lawsuit happened and he just lost everything all over again.
Because
“You’re exhausting.”
(Or Buck's always been sad but it's post lawsuit, and Buck just can't handle it anymore)
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04 Jun 2026
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It was the middle of the night, though maybe it was closer to morning now? He’d been sitting there for a long time.
The floor of his loft was cold, even more so near his giant window. The city below him was rushing around as usual, LA just never stopped. For hours he just sat there, pressed against the glass, staring down at life continuing on without him.
He spared a thought to that for just a moment, he could allow himself this. If he were to just disappear without a trace, nothing but his physical belongings remaining, would anyone grieve? Of course they would, to an extent. They’d mourn the Buck they used to love, the Buck that didn’t destroy everything, their imaginary Buck. Some may even cry over the man they wished he was. But would anyone truly miss him?
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I like treating post-lawsuit Buck like my own personal punching bag so here's another fic of him being emotionally ripped to shreds. Yay!
Heed the tags, I don't think there's anything terribly triggering in this but everyone is different so look after yourself.Bookmarked by J_A2011
04 Jun 2026
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“You’re cheating,” Buck accuses.
“I’m winning,” Eddie pants, looking far too smug.
“I’m—” Buck tries to tug his arms free from Eddie’s hold to no avail. How is Eddie so damn strong? “I’m letting you.”
“You’re letting me pin you down? Do you like getting your ass handed to you, Buck?”
Heat floods Buck’s gut. He does like getting his ass handed to him. Or—no, well… he likes being pinned, or thrown against walls, or–or floors. But that’s different. That’s a sex thing. This is definitely not a sex thing. This is a bro thing. They’re bro-wrestling. Bro-housing. This is the most platonic thing Buck’s done in his entire life. He doesn’t know why he’s sweating.
Channelling his inner carpet python, he gives a determined wriggle, but Eddie’s hands tighten around his wrists. The feeling sends a shock through Buck’s spinal column.
Oh no.
Eddie, breathless and beautiful above him, repeats, “Say uncle.”
Breath stuttering out of him, Buck freezes.
Use your head, Buck thinks. His dick twitches. Then, panicked, the big one.
Or: Buck and Eddie wrestle over the remote. They forget the remote.
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- Part 16 of cjo + 911
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03 Jun 2026
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Buck wonders, suddenly, if Eddie’s on any dating apps. Or — God forbid — Grindr.
He looks up when Eddie makes a small noise. His gaze finds Eddie’s mouth first, pink and right there, before he very stubbornly reorients to Eddie’s eyes. His eyes that, suddenly, bear a heat Buck’s grown used to over the past couple of months.
“Wanna?” Eddie murmurs, tapping Buck’s hip. “After dinner?”
Heat pools in Buck’s gut, and he nods, a little dazed. “S-sure. Yeah, sure.”
Or: Buck and Eddie fuck sometimes. As friends. With a self-imposed no-talking-during-sex rule. This is fine with Buck. He’s really chill about it.
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- Part 18 of cjo + 911
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03 Jun 2026