MeekiCallie
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Buck blinks up at the sky. It’s blue. Too bright.
For a second, he can’t figure out why he’s lying on the ground. He was standing a moment ago. Working. Everything was normal.
Now all he can see is the sky. The world feels too far away, like he’s underwater.
He tries to move, to sit up, but it’s like the ground is holding him down, pressing him into the earth
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Grief has a way of twisting everything. One moment someone is alive and laughing. The next, they are bleeding behind a glass wall and gone, and you can’t reach them. One moment someone is just your friend. The next, they feel like a part of your soul, and maybe they always have been. But then they could suddenly never be your friend again if you dare to cross a line.
Buck knew he was sliding into a spiral. He had been here before, enough times to recognize the signs. Recognizing it didn’t make it easier. It didn’t give him the strength to fight it. He didn’t have that strength. He had lost Bobby, and he carried that guilt like a weight that would never lift. He could never outrun it. He could never outrun the memory of the glass door, the look in Bobby’s eyes, the way he had walked away. Nothing, not a thousand saved lives, could balance that moment
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Eddie watched as Buck turned back to the sink, grabbing the sponge again like nothing had happened, picking up the rhythm where he left off. He was talking about the pool again now, how maybe he and Chris could check it out sometime. Eddie barely heard any of it.
Because the only thing in his head, the only thing ringing through him like a struck bell, was: this is what it feels like to be loved.
Not helped. Not supported.
Loved.
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When tragedy strikes the 118, Eddie returns to LA to stand beside Buck in the aftermath.
Sometimes it takes losing someone to realize you shouldn’t keep running from what you have. -
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Buck felt grateful and, without noticing, thought to himself, "Thank god this shift is quiet".
He gasped and jumped in his seat. He’d just said the "Q word." Well, thought it, at least. Did that count? He figured it did. The gods were gods, after all— all-mighty, they could probably read minds.
Eddie stared at him, puzzled, as Buck was visibly freaking out.
“What’s going on with you?” Eddie asked.
But before Buck could answer, the alarm went off. Buck understood that the gods did read his mind. Which could only mean one thing: this wasn’t going to be an easy call, nor an easy shift.
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Past the worst of the detoxing, Buck sees Eddie cooking breakfast for him one morning and realises he's in love, and tells him as such. Eddie is determined to have things not change between them. So why is it so weird, suddenly?
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“But you’re not in love with me, right?” Buck says. Not because he’s not sure. But because he needs Eddie to say it.
“Buck, I’m…you know I’m straight,” he replies, which is sort of a roundabout answer. But Buck wishes he’d said a more definitive no.
He looks at Eddie’s uncomfortable expression and regrets opening his mouth at all. “I know. I’m sorry I made it weird. I just - I couldn’t bear you not knowing. Because sometimes I think you think you’re not worthy of it, and you needed to know you are.”
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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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04 Apr 2026
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“I’m still a firefighter,” Eddie says adamantly. “That hasn’t changed.”
“But you have,” Buck counters. “You used to be the one who talked sense into me. You were the guy who made me think twice. But since you got back from Texas, you’re the one being stupid and reckless. Running into fires against orders, diving off fifty foot bridges--”
“You know, you’re such a hypocrite,” Eddie steps forward, jabbing an accusatory finger into Buck’s chest. “You would have done exactly the same thing if I hadn’t done it first.”
OR: Buck confronts Eddie about his recent recklesness.
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31 Mar 2026
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Eddie drags his eyes away from the nightstand and towards the bed.
To Buck.
Buck is curled up on the mattress, buried beneath the blankets with his knees pressed into his chest and his face tucked into the folds of the fabric. He seems smaller somehow. Far from the six-foot-two guy Eddie has stood by and worked alongside all these years. There’s a fragility to his size, an innocence in his compact frame.
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OR Eddie looks after Buck.
A 9x15 Coda
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- Part 5 of The Human Weighted Blanket
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30 Mar 2026
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amourissima (you used to call me comme ça) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
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29 Mar 2026
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“Buck, seriously.” Eddie catches his eye, staring intently, attempting to beam the anxiety straight into Buck’s brain. “I know we’re both playing it cool, but… How are you not freaking out right now? I’m freaking out right now.”
Buck quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t panic.”
“I don’t,” Eddie insists. “But I woke up in the wrong body this morning, and I had to—” He lowers his voice, ducking closer to Buck. “I touched your dick, man. Which—you know.”
A violation of boundaries. A line that can’t be uncrossed. Something Eddie feels deeply guilty about.
“You touched my dick?” Buck asks, approximately one billion decibels louder than necessary.
The room around them stills.
Or: Buck and Eddie switch bodies. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 15 of cjo + 911
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