#kayfabe 911 is gonna be losely buddie endgame (their relationship transcends conventional romance)

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wip wednesday

i've been out of the game for far too long. but i've been picking slowly at two longer fics for very niche audiences, and i'm finally having fun with them again, and maybe they'll be fun for some of you, too!!! so here's an excerpt from each of them:

kayfabe 911 (911/lone star pro wrestling au) 🤼‍♂️

Buck ducked his chin. Owen levelled a disapproving look at the top of his head. “Some fans on social media are, and I quote, guaranteeing Buck’s heel turn,” he said gravely. “Someone got a little too heated while they were dragging their partner back to the locker room.” Eddie kept his eyes on Owen. He hadn’t seen the footage, but he hadn’t had to; he’d been there, Buck’s arm around his waist, his voice loud in Eddie’s ear.  Owen leaned forward, adopting the almost fatherly tone that only worked on TK. “Do you remember what you said, Buck?” Buck didn’t hesitate. “‘If you come after him, I’m coming after you.’”  Owen spread his hands, leaning back in his stupid minimalist chair. “Sounds like the death knell on Evan ‘Babyface’ Buckley, if you ask me.”  “It was a few tweets,” Buck defended, holding up his phone for emphasis. “I - I wasn’t even mic’d, you can barely – they can barely hear me –” “It happened,” Bobby said firmly. “We can’t undo it. Owen, you’re the one who preaches that you want your wrestlers to have control over –”  “I want my wrestlers to have creative input,” Owen said, almost apologetic. “I want my wrestlers to have agency over their personas and their move sets. However. I want to have control over my company.”  “You have it,” Bobby assured him. “I’m not sure I do.” “I have a suggestion,” Josh said, using a tone Eddie recognized from his days on the indie circuit. “Take Eddie out for a week or two.” “What?!”  Josh held up a hand, silencing Eddie and Buck’s protests. “We play up the chair hit as if it was a real injury; we’ll put Eddie in a sling, set him up on the sidelines. Throw Buck into the fights Eddie was slotted for, play up the exhaustion; it’s not that Buck was going dark side, it’s just that he’s so devoted to his partner! Get him on the mic, talking about how he will do anything to protect their tag team titles. And then we solidify him as a face when, a few weeks down the line, Eddie has the chance to do the same, and he –” “I’m not turning on Buck,” Eddie snapped. Josh knew Eddie was done being a heel. He’d had the audience boo him with full sincerity for far too long; any heat aimed his way these days truly burned.  “You can’t split us up,” Buck insisted, eyes wide. “We – we haven’t even had a chance to defend the titles, it would – we can’t just have the shortest tag team title reign in the history of the – I mean, we –” “We’re too good,” Eddie finished for him. “You don’t have a better pair on your roster, Strand.” “TK and Judd –”  “We’re better than them,” Eddie said. “And the fans know it.”  “Eddie,” Josh warned.  “This,” Owen said, still not sounding angry, pointing at Eddie’s face. “This is why we can’t invest in a face turn. There is a natural intensity you have, Eddie, and it’s brilliant. And it would be a shame if we didn’t lean into it.”

the untitled teen wolf x 911 crossover (self-explanatory) 🐺

The squeaky sound of wet sneakers echoed through the bay. “Hey, someone’s Jeep is blocking the – ”  Buck jogged around the ambulance, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder, and stopped when he saw the tableau before him: Derek, half a step behind Eddie, looking ready to maul the scrawny kid in the hoodie, who was staring at the firefighters with a too-knowing look. Buck turned to Eddie instantly, blue eyes wide and brow furrowed in question. “Uh, Derek? Who’s your friend?”  The kid blinked and turned to Buck, with an easy smile, sticking out his hand. “Special Agent Stiles Stilinski, FBI. Old pal of Derek’s.”  Buck crossed this distance in two long strides, giving the kid – the FBI agent? – a firm handshake. “Bu- uh, Firefighter Evan Buckley, 118.”  “Right,” the kid – how could this kid be a fed? – said, nodding. “Ladder truck on the leg, lightning strike on the job. Nice to meet you.” Buck withdrew his hand like he’d been burned. “H-how did you – ?” The kid/special agent waved away Buck’s concern with a lopsided grin. “Don’t worry, the feds aren’t comin’ for ya – keeping an eye on Derek is more of a side-hustle. Just did a quick Google search when I found out he was at this station.” And then those honey-brown eyes were fixed on Eddie, and Eddie felt his hackles rise. “Let me guess: Firefighter Edmundo Diaz? Formerly Staff Sergeant Diaz, silver star.”  “Seems you know a lot about us,” Eddie said, cocking an eyebrow. “What am I gonna find when I Google you?” The kid grinned, then, a gleam in his eye. “Nothing at all.” “Buck, Eddie,” Derek said gruffly, “give us a minute.” And then, without waiting, Derek strode forward, grabbed the kid – Eddie was never going to believe this guy was actually a special agent – and dragged him out into the rain, hissing under his breath.  Buck looked at Eddie with wide eyes. “What the hell was that?” “Don’t know,” Eddie said, staring after them. “But I don’t like it.” “Do you think that’s his Jeep?” Buck asked, tucking his hands in his pockets. “It’s blocking the captain’s truck. Looks like it’s held together with duct tape and chewing gum – hell, I’m pretty sure it’s older than that guy is. Do you - do you think he’s actually an FBI agent?”  “No,” Eddie said immediately. “But I don’t know why Derek didn’t call him out on the lie.”  “There’s a story there,” Buck said, shaking his head. “What’re we thinkin’? Derek’s on the run from the law, and this guy’s made it his life’s mission to catch him?”  “Don’t think the LAFD’s in the habit of hiring criminals at large.” Buck hummed. “Former lovers, maybe?” Eddie coughed suddenly. “What?” “I – Y-You saw the way they were looking at each other,” Buck said, gesturing vaguely after them. “That was… intense. You saw it, right?”  Eddie shook his head, but it was a lie. Whoever this kid was, whatever history he had with Derek, it was intense. But ‘former lovers’? Derek had looked ready to tear the kid limb from limb.  Then again… Eddie remembered the way Derek had looked at him, the first time. Like he wanted to devour him. It wasn’t the same intensity, but… And this kid had these wide, expressive brown eyes, long lashes, and Eddie couldn’t help but think of the way Buck had teased him once about how he had to stop batting those big brown eyes at me, Eddie Diaz, I am not coming to the pick-up game. Eddie rubbed at the tiny mole under his eye, the one Derek would drag his thumb across sometimes, and thought about the scattering of moles across the kid’s face…  But then Derek was storming back inside, hair dripping, and the kid was hot on his heels.  “ – can’t just walk away – ” the kid was saying, and Derek spun on his heel, got right up in the kid’s face, and growled something Eddie couldn’t hear – but the kid just squared his shoulders, staring Derek down, and Buck’s hand was on Eddie’s arm, holding him back from rushing towards them – 

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