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Luxation
Buck x Tommy | wc: 1,6k
Tommy’s left butt cheek was starting to go numb and he lost feeling in his left arm a while ago, but he would rather cut it off than move. Buck had finally fallen asleep about one-third into the movie Tommy had put on, with his right side carefully tucked under Tommy’s arm, sling precariously positioned, head pillowed on Tommy’s chest, snoring softly and without a doubt drooling all over Tommy’s sweater.
But he would still take this a thousand times over the agony earlier on Buck's face, the silent tears, as he threw up for the third time that day.
Tommy had not expected another call from Eddie, telling him that Buck dislocated his shoulder again so soon. But with Buck’s track record, maybe he should have.
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The morning after
Buck x Tommy | wc: 1,2k
What slowly wakes him up in the first place is a stubborn beam of sunlight consistently shining on his face.
Tommy tries to bury his head further into his pillow, but it doesn’t help.
It doesn’t make sense, because the only window in his bedroom faces the north and never has sunlight streaming in, in the morning.
The pillow also smells slightly different… not like his detergent… and the mattress is just a little on the wrong side of soft...
That’s when it all starts to come back to him.
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Tells of Trepidation
Buck x Eddie | wc: 2.5K
Eddie tries to call Buck one more time in the car on his way to the loft and lets out a frustrated groan when it goes to voicemail again.
His mind has been running miles ever since he got that phone call from Buck’s doctor’s office an hour ago. In an instant, multiple questions had been running through his mind at the same time.
Why does Buck need to see his doctor? Why did he not show up? But at the front of his mind is flashing in bright colours
“you’re listed as his primary contact, sir.”
That was new. At least as far as Eddie was aware.
But then again Eddie didn’t really have the best track record of informing Buck of important decisions either.
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#this is shit#but it wouldnt leave my brain#so here you go#now you also have to suffer my mediocre writing#second fic ever so pls dont roast me too hard pls#911 abc#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#buck x eddie#evan buck buckley#fanaticallyfleeky writes#911
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i’m just gonna leave this snippet here of this fic i’m writing because i’m a delusional girl and i refuse to let go of these two no matter what s6 finale
So that’s how he finds himself in the Diaz living room, furniture pushed aside and Eddie’s hand on his waist. And honestly, maybe Buck should have thought about this a little bit harder before begging Eddie to help him. Because being in this close vicinity of his best friend is definitely not helping his brain to function at all.
“Can you show me one more time?”
“Jeez, Buck, I explained this step to you three times already. How do you still not get it?”
“Well maybe you’re just a bad teacher,” he grins at the offended look on Eddie's face.
“Excuse me, I can’t help it that you have two left feet,” Eddie scolds but the slight smile on his face betrays him.
“Hey, I would like to point out that you offered to help me yourself,” Buck shoves him lightly.
“Yeah, well I started to regret that decision four bruised toes ago.”
Eddie grabs his hand again and Buck’s other hand hangs awkwardly in the air.
“Eh, where did I—“
“You’re leading so your other hand goes on my waist,” Eddie interrupts him.
And honestly, it shouldn’t feel this scandalous to put his hand on Eddie’s waist. It’s not like they’ve never been in weirder positions with their line of work. But Buck’s face still heats up.
“Right, yeah, hand on the waist,” he clears his throat, “wait and why again are you not leading?”
Eddie looks bemused, “because you’ll have to lead Maddie. The man takes the lead, the woman is led.”
“Well that seems kinda sexist,” Buck mutters and Eddie snorts.
“Come on, let’s try again, you can fight the patriarchy another time. Left foot first, then— left foot, Buck–”
“Wait, my left or your left?”
“Your left!" Eddie laughs and drops his forehead on Buck’s shoulder, “Why would it be my left?”
#im just gonna leave this here#i know it sounds really cute and all but it gets angsty#i promise#it gets worse before it gets better#911 abc#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#911 fic#buddie fic#evan buck buckley x eddie diaz#fanaticallyfleeky writes#dancing with my eyes closed
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Solicitude
Buck x Eddie | wc: 5.7K
“So, do you want to share what’s going on in that big head of yours?” Eddie asks, sitting down on the couch, placing two mugs of tea on the coffee table. Chris had gone to bed and it was just the two of them left. Buck was still looking at the papers in his hands like they could burst into flames any minute now.
“I— I’m not quite sure, to be honest,” Buck looks up and for a second he looks genuinely scared as if he was waiting for a bomb to explode. “You’re not— you’re not mad?” he asks and Eddie nearly chokes on his scalding hot tea.
“Why exactly would I be mad?” he wheezes.
Buck shoots a pointed look at the papers in his hands and then back at Eddie, “I don’t know if you missed the memo, Eds, but your son handed me his adoption papers tonight.”
And Eddie thinks it was supposed to come out humorous, but that mark is completely missed when Buck’s voice cracks on the last words.
“Yeah, I know. He came to me a few weeks ago with this idea,” Eddie eyes Buck suspiciously.
Eddie had thought Buck would be overjoyed, crying maybe even, because Buck is nothing but an emotional wreck on good days. He had looked happy when Chris presented him with the envelope and had nearly crushed him in a hug. Now, he looked like he was about two seconds away from execution.
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#this is my thing ive ever written pls be nice#911 fic#buddie fic#buck x eddie#buddie#911 fox#911 abc#fanaticallyfleeky writes
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Another little snippet because I need some motivation for this story
How could he possibly have thought they were on the same page? He must have completely misread the situation because he obviously has no idea what is going on in Eddie’s head anymore.
Buck had once read about a scientist who discovered that pendulum clocks always sync up when they’re mounted to the same beam. No matter what the scientist did, no matter how oscillating they started, within thirty minutes they would end up swinging in sync.
And he devastatingly realises that for the first time since that blown-up ambulance and the precious promise of friendship, somewhere two pendulum clocks on the same beam stop swinging in sync.
#writer’s block is a bitch#anyone any tips?#911 fic#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#buddie fic#911 abc#fanaticallyfleeky writes#dancing with my eyes closed
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Successfully defended my master’s thesis today and received my master of laws which means that I finally have my life back and I have time to write again 🤩
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