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He doesn’t want to go. There’s so much here for him—so much to fight for, but he’s been fighting for so long, and there’s only so much he can do when he’s pinned and bleeding steadily. There’s not much to fight anymore except God, and God’s seemingly made a choice.
And, just as Buck was finally starting to understand, too.
Sniffing, he asks, voice cracking, “Eddie?”
He’s scared. There’ve been so many close calls, but not quite as close as this, and he’s terrified, but there’s too much to say. Too much on the line. He can’t let the fear keep him quiet anymore. He’s wasted so much time on being afraid, and now he’s run out, and he just—
He needs Eddie to know.
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or, Buck's dying.
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03 Jun 2026
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“I’m trying not to make it about me.”
The words seem to stop Eddie in his tracks—but only for a fleeting moment. Then, “Okay, then let me.”
Buck blinks, ignoring the feeling of a single tear fighting past the edge of his lashline. Instantly, he swipes it away. “What?”
“Let me make it about you. Talk to me. I want to know what’s going on with you. I’m not gonna be able to focus on this god awful dinner if I’m worried that you’re alone, and upset, and—”
“I miss you,” Buck confesses, abruptly, because anything else he wants to say right now is too raw, too real.
Eddie exhales into the microphone of his phone. “Yeah. Yeah, I—I know. I miss you, too.”
“No, I miss you. More than I’m supposed to, I think.”
“I’m your best friend, bud,” Eddie tells him. “I think you’re supposed to miss me. We’re eight hundred miles apart.”
Miserably, Buck shakes his head. “Not like this.”
Or: Buck finally unpacks and stumbles across a box Eddie left behind, full of sketchbooks that Buck didn’t know he owned. He’s confronted, suddenly, with the fact that his best friend has been drawing him for years.
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- Part 4 of ejo + 911
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02 Jun 2026
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there it is again, sitting on my chest (makes it hard to catch my breath) by Elgney
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
24 Mar 2025
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“I just—I don’t want you to be alone,” said Eddie, softly, like an admission.
Join the fucking club, Buck thought. It was funny, but none of his laughs were coming out right tonight. “I am alone, Eddie.”
“Buck, I—”
“She wants my kidney.” There it went; Buck never could keep anything inside. Could never keep the feelings contained, could never stop them from spilling out over the people nearest him. “That’s what fucking happened, okay? My dad needs a kidney donor and they remembered why they bothered having me in the first place. Is that what you wanted to hear? That my parents finally found a use for me after all these years?”
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A request from his mom tears open old wounds for Buck. From 800 miles away, Eddie tries to stitch him back together.
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08 May 2026
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Buck is pliant, both of Eddie’s hands on his neck now. His pulse thrums with every gush of blood. It’s so warm and Eddie feels so nauseous, suddenly.
But Buck is just looking at him. Just looking. “Eddie,” he says. “It’s— I think I’m okay.”
or: the malfunctioning robot cuts buck with a scalpel, but eddie is the one to spiral about it.
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27 Apr 2026
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It's not silent, not really. There are distant sirens, coming from somewhere up above. There are the rustlings of leaves from the trees surrounding them. Beside him, the ragged, desperate breath of Eddie trying not to cry.
“Eddie…”
Eddie laces their hands together and gives a weak squeeze. “We’re okay, Buck,” he says like he’s repeating a mantra. There’s blood on his teeth. Buck gags. “The ambulance is coming. We’re gonna be okay.”
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or: Buck and Eddie wreck their car.Bookmarked by thecw
26 Apr 2026