WaywardGhost
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“You can’t tell me I didn’t pick you,” Eddie says, voice shaking, “when you never put yourself on the table to begin with.”
Buck just looks at him—tired, concussed, past pretending.
“Eddie, I’ve been on the table for years. Jesus Christ—I built the damn table. I sanded it, stained it, set a fucking place for you at it. I waited for you to sit down. Do you know what it does to a person to love a life they're not actually part of? To be allowed everywhere but chosen nowhere?”
Or, a collapsing stairwell, years of swallowed feelings, and a fight that finally forces the words out.
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it could be love, we could be the way forward by WaywardGhost for freezethismoment
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
17 Nov 2025
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Buck doesn’t think there’s a word big enough for this.
For the way Eddie hums under his breath when he’s stirring something on the stove, hips swaying minutely to music only he can hear. For the way the late-afternoon light turns the dust in the air into slow, lazy constellations. For the way Christopher is hunched over his laptop at the table, mouthing the words as he types with pencil dust smudged across his hand. It’s all so normal that Buck’s heart keeps misfiring, his body still adjusting to the idea that this is his baseline now. That he gets to come home to this. Before he met Eddie, he’d have called a night like this a fluke, a gap between disasters. Now it keeps showing up again and again, stubbornly, like it’s the rule and not the exception.
Or, Buck has a ring in the back of his sock drawer.
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“You don’t have to do that,” Eddie says.
Buck shrugs. “You also don’t have to smile at every person who says ‘she’s in a better place’ like that helps, but here we are.”
The joke is soft, an opening. Eddie almost steps into it. “You’ve already done a lot,” Eddie says instead, faster than he means. “Go sit. Or eat. It’s—”
He hears it lining up and can’t stop it.
“—this is family stuff. I’ve got it.” The words are wrong the second they’re out; he hears them like Buck must. Buck’s hands still on the plate.
Or, Eddie is taking things day by day. Buck has a bit of a breakdown, then a bit of a breakthrough. Chris sees dead people.
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Eddie watches the two of them, and it hits him that of everyone in their orbit, Buck is maybe the only one who could meet Harry exactly where he is. Not with answers, not with neat, grown-up comfort—but with the kind of understanding that comes from surviving the echo of someone else’s grief.
Eddie is watching Buck do what Buck always does: find someone’s hurt, name it gently, hand them back a little light. He’s good at it.
Or, Hen inspires Buck to update his will before she leaves for space.
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Sometimes Buck watches Hen and Eddie from across the room, eyes flicking to where Eddie’s laughing—the easy kind, the kind he hasn’t heard in years. Hen bumps Eddie’s shoulder, something quick and affectionate, and Buck smiles like it doesn’t catch. Like it doesn’t twist somewhere deep in him. He’s happy to hear it—he is—but the warmth in his chest burns on both sides.
Some moments, it feels like Buck has been orbiting the same sun for too long, and Eddie’s light has moved just slightly out of reach. He swallows it. He always swallows it. Because Eddie’s happy. Eddie doesn’t need Buck to complicate that.
Or, Eddie convinces himself it’s not about Buck. (It is.) Buck tries explaining romance to a six-month-old.
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take me for what I am, who I was meant to be (S9 Codas) by WaywardGhost
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
12 Nov 2025
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Series title from Take Me or Leave Me from Rent (notably, the Tracie Thoms version) Buck and Eddie love each other's core selves, what can I say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
These codas technically are all canon compliant and unless I am forgetting something, they can all be read like they're in the same universe. Anyway!!! Enjoy!
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the most remarkable thing about coming home to you (is the feeling of being in motion again) by mentholpainting
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
14 Jul 2025
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Because here’s the thing about Buck. The thing about Buck is that he likes simple sentences. Easy to follow instructions. When, where, what, how. Buck is smart, of course, and he can understand and infer and deduct from context clues and body language. Technically. Technically, he can do these things. But he prefers not to. He doesn’t like to guess. He doesn’t like to guess, because guessing makes him nervous. And Buck hates being nervous. Doesn’t everyone?
But Buck hates it more than most. Buck likes reassurance, he likes knowing things for certain. Because if he doesn’t know for certain, he’ll stress and he’ll ruminate and he’ll twist himself inside out and backwards wondering and worrying and assuming the worst. And when Buck assumes the worst, he makes terrible decisions. So it’s just easier this way. It’s easier to cut the middle man and for Eddie to decide things for Buck.
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Buck moves out of Eddie's house in Los Angeles. A month later, Eddie and Christopher move back in.
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Once everyone heads off to the bunks after dinner, Buck wastes no time in dragging one of the stools from the kitchen over to the Tetris cabinet, where he, too, settles in as if he were getting into bed.
The cabinet is new but the interface is a replica of the original, and when he boots the monitor up, Buck is faced with pixelated fireworks and a cartoon version of Saint Basil’s Cathedral. He nudges the red joystick and the main menu pops up. The left side of the screen reads YOUR GOAL IS TO FILL LINES!
Buck cracks his knuckles.
or, Buck plays Tetris. And a lot of it.
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06 Dec 2025
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cracky angst with a scoop of grief my beloved!!!
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why do i fear becoming a river. (which mountain gave me such shame.) by downintheflames
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
14 Nov 2025
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“Fuck it,” Eddie mumbled before unlocking the phone again and opening his text thread with Buck. They hadn’t texted since Buck asked him if he wanted a scone or a danish from their favorite coffee shop before their last shift. Eddie sighed and pressed the corner of the phone against his forehead.
He didn’t want to ask for help. He could spend another hour circling around the city. But he didn’t want to. He wanted this awful horrible day to be done. He wanted to hold his child and pretend for a little bit that everything was still whole. He sighed again before pressing call and pressing the phone to his ear.
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Eddie finally asks for what he needs in the aftermath of the sudden loss of his Abuela. Buck finally stops running from his grief. And then Eddie’s parents show up.
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04 Dec 2025
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brillliaaaannntttt i eat 8x06 and 9x05 codas all the way up!!!
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Buck feels raw when he wakes up. His face hurts and he’s got a pounding headache. He’s overwarm and not alone. Something moves on his arm—
He slaps at it blindly.
“Ow, fuck! What the hell, man?” Eddie whisper-shouts, startled but still endearingly mindful of the quiet sanctity of the bunk room.
“I thought you were a bug,” Buck croaks.
Buck is just trying to do what Bobby told him to do. It might require an extended bug metaphor to get there.
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11 Nov 2025
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if you're going through my bookmarks for fic recs this is required reading sorry I don't make the rules
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“And you’re posting this because you’re an ally,” Hen says, realization dawning on her face.
“Yeah,” Buck confirms. “Why is this so confusing?”
“It’s not,” Hen says. Chimney opens his mouth, as if to object, and Hen kicks him sharply. “As a card-carrying lesbian, I thank you for your allyship.”
“Awesome.” Buck grins, relieved. He pauses as her words register. “Wait. Do you actually have a card? Is this a thing? I feel like I should know this.”
Based on the way Hen bursts into laughter, he’s pretty sure the answer is no.
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Hen and Buck, over the years. Five times Buck was an ally to the queer community & one time he was more than that.
(Written for 9-1-1 Gotcha for Gaza.)
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