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FUCK IT FRIDAY!!
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putting the F in our Friday again as for reasons (aka @stagefoureddiediaz ) I was reminded of this so in my eternal battle to bring 911 fans into the dragonhold or weyr I offer art and smut to start the weekend from to To Fly The Skies 60K
The gap between them makes him ache, it feels too wide after what they just shared. Buck slides closer, slowly because he feels oddly shy right now. Eddie continues to smile softly and reaches out to take his hand, fingers brushing his knuckles in a gentle caress. It makes his heart flutter, Buck’s eyes drop and focus of the slow movement, his heart is beating faster.
“I’m glad you’re home.” Buck’s voice is soft and quiet, he lifts his eyes to meet Eddie’s and ends up caught there, just looking at him, wondering how this happened to him. How he got to have this man.
“Me too” Eddie matches his quiet tone not looking away.
“And we’re good now?” Buck checks, biting on his lower lip nervously. Eddie lifts the hand not holding onto Buck and frees his lip from the anxious nibbling, “you’ll hurt yourself like that” he mummers, thumb now running gently across the reddened skin, Buck lets his mouth relax, his breath quickening at the look in Eddie’s eyes.
“Yes we’re good,” he starts to push Buck backwards “and we have some time before Chris will be back. If you can think of anything we could do?” His eyes crinkle as he says it and Buck’s hit with a wave of love and affection, it’s coming from both of them, flowing freely in both directions.
Buck laughs, as Eddie pushes him lower, he lets himself be pressed flat onto the bed, “cool, did you want to get some chores done” he smirks at the look he gets “cos I kinda need to tidy up round here.”
“Shut up” Eddie tells him fondly, as he leans further forward, hands on either side of Buck’s head, swinging his leg over so he can straddle Buck.
Buck likes the direction this is going “You going to make me?” he challenges teasingly.
”Maybe” Eddie’s voice is deep and holds a promise Buck is very interested in investigating. He can’t help notice how the muscles of Eddie’s arms flex as he gets slowly closer controlling his decent carefully until he’s lying flat on top of him, their bodies pressed together. Buck shudders at the relief it brings, Eddie’s a steady reassuring weight holding him down, enveloping him, with their chests pressed together like this their hearts are aligned, beating so closely to each other. He feels a little dizzy at the thought as he lifts his head up, silently asking to be kissed.
Eddie obliges, dipping down to close the tiny gap left between them, taking Buck’s lips softly with his own, moving them slowly over Buck’s. He teases and pulls at the sensitive flesh gently until Buck’s moaning softly, moving with him. Eventually Eddie pulls away lightly nipping at Buck’s now swollen lip. He sits up moving his weight in just the right way to make Buck groan louder and move his hips in response.
Eddie looks flushed, his eyes bright in the dim room but he chuckles. “You have missed me huh, if a little kiss can get you all worked up like this.” Buck attempts an outraged glare because he says it as if Buck can’t see how hard Eddie is too, as if he isn’t sitting there with a wicked smile as he rocks his hips gently, moving against Buck sending little jolts of pleasure through them both.
Then Eddie rubs against him harder and Buck arches up stifling another moan he manages to say “want me to show you how much I missed you?”
Eddie keeps up the steady rhythm and Buck’s needy whine finally slips out.
“Oh I can tell baby” Eddie sounds extremely pleased by the fact and by the way Buck suddenly gasps out his name.
“Tell me more” he says his voice becoming rougher, letting his own need start to show. Buck knows how much Eddie likes it when he talks in bed, what it does to him. He’s happy to oblige.
“That first night I was so cold without you,” Eddie leans back down to start work on Buck’s jaw and neck, it makes it harder to concentrate but Buck makes the effort, “couldn’t sleep, wanted you to keep me warm.” Eddie hums next to his skin asking for more.
“Missed you arms, your hands” his breath stutters as Eddie’s mouth makes contact with his chest, clever fingers having unbuttoned his shirt without him noticing. Eddie runs his fingers over muscle and sucks marks onto his body then soothes them with kisses. Buck arches up with breathless gasps that pushes his hips forward. He’s stopped talking so Eddie prompts him “what else did you think or” he hums against his skin, runs the flat of his tongue over Buck’s nipple “do while I was gone?”
Buck gathers himself and continues “Thought about you, things you’d do to me if you were there. Thought about this, your mouth all over me” Eddie grazes his teeth over Buck’s nipple making him hiss in pleasure. “Yeah like that, made me hard Eddie just thinking about you. Wanted to touch myself”
Eddie sounds cool and collected when he asks “Did you?”
“Tried to be good and wait but I couldn’t, felt so good, not as good as your hand, still wished it was you”
He’s aching now dick trapped in his trousers straining for release.
“Show me” Eddie pulls away, and Buck can see he’s not calm at all, he’s flushed and his eyes look almost black, his desire clear in his heated gaze.
Now Buck’s got room to move, he misses Eddie’s warmth but he makes quick work of his clothes. Eddie’s still dressed, sitting next to him, his eyes burning as he watches Buck revel more and more skin until there nothing left to remove, Eddie takes a deep breath, “Shards you’re so ….” His hand traces across his body, chest, stomach, sliding his hand past his hips to linger over the strength in his thighs, his hand roams freely but he doesn’t touch the one place Buck wants him too.
Eddie’s watching him intently eyes dark and hooded. “Show me” he asks again then comes back to press soft bites into the flesh of his neck up to his ear, making Buck whimper, he whispers “don’t rush baby take your time.”
Buck’s eyelids flutter shut, his hands traces the outline of his cock, he lets his fingers drift lightly up and down, he’s only starting to tease himself. He can hear the hitch in Eddie’s breathing and opens his eyes to see him staring down the length of his body, he’s transfixed by the sight of Buck’s hand sliding up and down. Buck wants to push them both a little further.
“I touched myself like this, thinking about you, wishing it was you.” He lets his grip get firmer he wants a little more, he moans at the feeling and at the thought that Eddie’s watching, enjoying what he sees, getting harder. He can feel him against his leg, a firm solid line, he smiles when he starts to move, rubbing himself against Buck’s thigh. He’s trying to be quiet but he’s not doing very well. Eddie shifts slightly Buck doesn’t realise where his hands have gone until he feels a finger slide between his legs to circle slowly around his entrance,
“Did you touch yourself here too? Imagine me here?”
He had but he can’t say it because Eddie fingers have pushed in a little and taken his words away.
“Buck?
He’s panting now, feeling a little desperate “yeah yeah I did, didn’t feel like this, more, please.” The last word comes out as a desperate moan.
Eddie gives him more, pushing in again but only a little, teasing him more than anything until Buck’s a shivering mess within a few minutes.
Eddie’s voice pulls him out of the wave of sensations “I wasn’t planning on fucking you Buck, was planning on riding you, make you come like that but now I can’t choose.”
Buck can only gasp, Eddie has two fingers in him and it’s not enough,
“both we could do both” he stutters out. Eddie laughs, “so greedy” he kisses him and slides his fingers out, keeps a little pressure there so Buck twitches trying to get them back.
“No, you look so good, sound so needy, I think I’ll fuck you” he sounds so casual, like they’re discussing what to have for breakfast and he’s not driving Buck out of his mind. Buck’s nods to show he’s on board, he can’t talk because Eddie’s other hand is in his mouth fingers sliding in and out. Buck’s playing with them with his tongue, moaning around their thickness thinking about Eddie’s cock in his mouth instead. “You look so ready for it baby, is that what you wanted while I was gone, my cock in you making you come?
Fuck it was, and it sounded even better now it was Eddie suggesting it while his fingers are dipping back in stretching him, when Eddie lets his fingers slide from Buck’s mouth over his throat and rests his hand above his heart, Buck quickly makes it clear what he wants.
“Please Eddie can we, will you? I want it.”
Eddie moves, grabs the salve they use for just these occasions and with one quick pull brings Buck to the edge of the bed leans over for more kisses as unbuttons himself, uses the salve with more teasing fingers and then lines himself up, bending Buck’s knees, and slowly so slowly pushes in. The long slow slide makes them both moan and Buck’s hands grasp at the covers of the bed.
Eddie keeps his pace slow, enjoying Buck’s increasingly frantic noises, his words of encouragement to go harder, faster, he doesn’t listen, trying to make this last. Buck’s hands seek and find his own cock and start to move around it, firm hard strokes, he doesn’t want to wait any longer, with each stroke he sounds even wilder, until it’s too much temptation for Eddie and he does what he Buck’s begging him to do, increases the pace and is rewarded in a few moments with increasingly frantic moans.
”yeah Eddie just like that,” he’s panting and gasping, getting so close “harder, there, yeah, that’s it I’m so close, he lets out a strangled whimper “ yeah, there ah, you’re gonna make me come, yes” he can hear his own ragged breathing as the words peeter out and become a long high gasp as he comes with a bone deep shudder. Eddie watches wide eyes tracing the evidence of Buck’s pleasure spread out all over his chest and with only a few more thrusts joins him with his own soundless gasp.
Once their heartbeats settles they rearrange themselves. Eddie pulls Buck in close, kisses him starting between his birthmark and the thread score that’s healing.
Buck mummers “welcome home” and Eddie smiles into the kisses he’s leaving against Buck’s face.
It is very good to be back.
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Fuck It Friday!!
Tagged by @tizniz @thekristen999 both of whom shared fics I cannot wait to read!! (And probably cry through 😁) 🩵💜
I have three more kiss prompts I'm working on, but since I already posted two and another whole fic this week, I'm trying to pace myself lol. We're all back in our shooting era (I never left 😅) so I'm hoping to get Eddie's second oh moment finished soon. I wrote this last night half asleep. Does it make sense? You tell me:
Loving Buck grew over time, like a vine in his chest, curling around his ribs and beneath his sternum to cradle his heart.
The flowers bloomed before he even knew the vine was there.
And now that he knows, now that he wants to feel the softness of the petals every time Buck's shoulder brushes his own, or admire the bright blooms every time Buck smiles- now that he knows he loves Buck, he can't.
When he first met Buck, there might've been something there. Not exactly attraction, but… curiosity? Something about Buck made Eddie want to be close to him. And then they could've died together and Buck stepped into that ambulance with him without a second thought. Eddie was struggling to find help for Christopher, and too afraid to ask for it, but Buck brought him Carla without feeling like he had to ask.
Then Shannon came back, and the vine that had been in his chest since they were kids came back to life and bloomed into bright yellow flowers he wanted to nurture and protect forever.
Forever doesn't last long.
So much happened in such a short time after that. The bombing, a tsunami, Chris' nightmares, Eddie's bruises. And a lawsuit that kept Buck separated from them.
Maybe that's when the vine first started growing, trying to reach out of his chest in hopes of pulling Buck back. They had just lost Shannon, and the only other person Eddie wanted- needed- cut himself off.
When they finally mended fences, the vine started growing again, and bloomed with blue flowers as bright as Buck's eyes even as they were splashed with blood.
The shocked look on Buck's face flashes through Eddie's mind and he snaps his book shut as a reflex.
Hen looks over at him from where she's sprawled across the other armchair. “What's wrong?” she asks. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
Eddie glances around to see Buck and Chim both looking his way now.
Fuck.
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Fuck it Friday-- Repost
Like others, I started reminiscing about fandom around the time of the shooting and decided to re-share my story:
Trying Hard to Remember, Trying Hard To Forget
This is thorough, painful examination of the healing process using the dichotomy of Eddie not remembering the shooting while every second was burned into Buck's memory. It's a brutal look at the slog-fest of injury recovery and emotional trauma.
Snippet:
The last bandage covered most of Eddie’s right side and Buck stood there studying it, his breathing a little harsher, his fingers trembling until he shook his hand to still them. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Eddie said, leaning his left hand against the edge of the sink. He’d have to sit down soon, but he needed to see this through.
Taking a deep breath, Buck removed the tape, revealing an eight-inch line of staples running from below Eddie’s armpit to the back of his shoulder.
Eddie bit his lips, looking at them, imagining what the ER doctors had to do, swallowing against the sudden feeling of awed horror. “I was told the surgeon only broke one rib during the procedure. They managed just to spread the others without causing additional fractures.”
Buck swallowed, his voice low. “To repair the lung?”
“Bullet nicked the upper left lobe after it damaged the thoracoacromial artery going in.” Eddie swallowed, looking at Buck in the mirror, suddenly understanding what the chaos of the scene had to be like, knowing the procedures that had to be performed to save him. “You must have gotten to the ER like in….”
“Four minutes,” Buck said with a shuddery breath. “We got there in four minutes.”
Eddie swallowed, because it hit him now, how close it’d really been, how even a minute or two later and it would have probably been too late. He’d had a hemopneumothorax and suffered a great deal of blood loss. Or that was what the doctor told him. Because anytime Eddie tried to think back to it all….
He stared at his reflection, at all the healing wounds.
“Thank you, Buck.” It sounded so damn inadequate to Eddie’s ears.
“There’s nothing to thank me for.”
Eddie stared at Buck in the mirror, at the sincerity in his eyes, the rawness there making Eddie’s heart pound. “I’m here because of you.”
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#fuck it friday#like minds#nigel colbie#alex forbes#tom sturridge#eddie redmayne#like minds 2006#murderous intent
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Happy Thank#Fuck it's Friday! Have a snippet to celebrate!
From a random one shot I'm working on for @coquinespike.
A loud bang on the wooden wall of the well house made her jump. “I can't let you just run around without me. Who knows what could be out there! It’s dark!”
Kagome blinked up at him, finally taking note of his proximity, the clenching of his fist on the wall by her head. How had she missed him backing her toward the wall? He felt so much taller than her in that moment of realization, a fact that she often ignored because she was on his back, or he leaned down to go toe to toe with her. Someone else might have felt fear in her position. He was bigger, infinitely stronger, and had a temper!
Kagome only felt momentary heat followed by embarrassment…
“Are you even listening to me?” he snarled, almost nose to nose with her. Only to blink at the flush on her cheeks, rearing back just a hair. “Kagome?”
She swallowed hard, trying to come up with some kind of response. “I-It’s the shrine. Nothing is out there, Inuyasha.” He frowned. “I’ve lived here my whole life,” she reminded him a little breathlessly, “and the most dangerous thing here is you.”
“Dangerous? Me?” he responded a little smugly, but the look faded as he glanced up and down, also seemingly noticing their position for the first time.
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Fuck It Friday!
Thank you @tizniz and @bidisasterevankinard for tagging me!
Here's a little something from the next chapter of change the prophecy!
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“Do you ever feel like you’re living through other people?” He asks her, a couple of days after his conversation with Evan. They’re eating lunch at her place, just the two of them.
“What do you mean by that?” Maddie asks, sprinkling dressing on her salad.
“Like, you only really exist for the people around you.” Daniel tries to explain. “And you aren’t really living your own life?”
Maddie frowns. “I think I felt like that a lot when I was married to Doug.”
Daniel nods. Right, that makes sense. Of course she would have felt something like that during that time. But… But maybe this is different?
“But you still had a life,” he tries to clarify. “Just one that that piece of shit was actively making miserable.”
Maddie narrows her eyes. “Okay, so what are we comparing that to, then? Someone who genuinely doesn’t have a life? A dead person?”
“Well, obviously not a dead person,” Daniel exhales. “I don’t feel like I’m dead.”
“Glad to hear it. So what do you mean?”
Daniel exhales heavily. He doesn’t know how to explain without sounding absolutely insane.
“Sometimes it feels like, outside you guys, and my job, I don’t really exist.”
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#friday the 13th#friday 13th#Friday#jason voorhees#horror movies#horror#happy friday#fuck it friday#1980s horror#80s horror#80s movies#1980s movies#1980s#1980s aesthetic#80s#80s aesthetic#80s nostalgia#1980s nostalgia#vibes#good vibes#lifestyle#style#aes#aesthetic#aesthetics#mood
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little wip for fuck it friday 👨❤️💋👨
tags under the cut!
Tagged by the lovely @honestlydarkprincess, @tizniz, @wildlife4life
Tagging @usersiren, @swiftietartt, @holdmygum, @maygrantgf, @princessfbi, @mellaithwen, @homerforsure, @shyaudacity, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @try-set-me-on-fire, @housewifebuck, @father-salmon, @underwater-ninja-13, @giddyupbuck, @hoodie-buck, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @bibuddie (sorry if I didn’t tag you or tagged the wrong person. Everyone changed their urls and I’m confused)
#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911#911 spoilers#molly doodles#tag game#fuck it Friday#this will hopefully be a painting!
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Fuck-It Friday Coda
Here is my 7x01 coda that I'm also counting for Fuck-It Friday! So thank you for the tags @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @jesuisici33 and @diazsdimples!
Posted to ao3 here.
“How the talk with Chris go? He still seeing being a two timer?” Marisol asks with a sly smile.
Eddie blows out a harsh breath, “There wasn’t much of a talk on my end.”
She quirks an eyebrow, “Oh? You just letting him work it on his own?”
He shakes his head, “Oh god no. That would have just made an even bigger mess.” Eddie has to look away from his girlfriend as he admits, “Actually I asked Buck to talk to him. He has some um... experience with the whole ‘player’ thing.”
Marisol’s wine glass smacks loudly on the coffee table in the silence that follows, and Eddie barely holds back a wince. Still, he doesn’t look at her. He never does when speaking about Buck.
“You had your newly single best male friend, with a history of getting around, talk to your son about not doing the exact same thing?” Marisol sound appalled and it has Eddie whipping around to see her actual reaction. His girlfriend looked upset and disgusted? What is that about?
“Um, yea. Buck has the insight into all of that and he’s reformed and all that.” Eddie tries defending.
She scoffs, “Reformed? Didn’t he just break up with his last girlfriend because he got bored.”
Well, that was a very poor recount of events that had already been poorly told by Buck and Eddie felt the low simmer of burgeoning anger, “Buck did not get bored. He was trying to live, move on from his death, and all that woman was doing, was being a constant reminder of it.”
The anger rises at Marisol rolling her eyes, “Like I said, bored. But that’s not really the point here.”
He grinds his back molars, “What is the point then, in your opinion?”
She narrows her eyes at his tone, “The point is Christopher isn’t going to learn to respect women, be a courteous young man by talking to a man whose disastrous dating history is printed in a best-selling book by someone from said history. He’s Christopher’s fun friend, the guy he goes to when he doesn’t want to get in trouble and you’re feeding into it.”
Eddie slams his beer to the coffee table, making Marisol’s almost empty wine glass wobble from the force, and rises his feet, “After me, Buck is one of the most important people in Christopher’s life. You have not a single understanding of what they are to each other, what they have been through. What Buck has personally been through. He is not some womanizing asshole corrupting my son. He is Christopher’s best friend; my best friend, and the person I know I can turn to when I need help with Christopher. With anything.”
Marisol rises to her feet, “And you’re allowing him to continue take up the space I am trying to get into. I thought we we’re getting somewhere when you invited me to chaperon Chris’s date with you, when you opened up about your worries about him. But instead of letting me try to help you ran to a person you can’t bring up without looking away.”
He immediately proves her point and puts his gaze on the fireplace mantle, eyes roaming over every photo. There several of just him and his son, pre-LA to just last year before Christopher’s school dance. There are pictures of their family back in Texas and the entirety of the 118. Then there are photos with Buck. Christopher and Buck at the zoo. The trio of them at the mall fountain. Eddie’s graduation. Christopher’s 10th birthday. And second to last, Eddie and Buck, arms around each other’s shoulders at Hen and Karen’s vow renewal. At the end of all those photos sits the last family picture of Eddie, Christopher, and Shannon took at the beach.
Eddie thinks back on the picture Christopher turned down on his desk and the letter he almost didn’t read. He thinks about how his first instinct was to turn to Buck and not the girlfriend who witnessed Christopher’s player antics, someone who could give insight on how those girls felt. And then he realizes, Christopher wouldn’t have opened up about his mother to anyone, but Buck.
That space Marisol is trying to fit herself into, is too large, too broad, and perfectly Buck shaped. She would never fit.
With a sense of déjà vu, Eddie drops his gaze to floor and softly states, “I think you should go.”
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Wine glass rinsed out, beer bottle in the recycling, and a reusable tote bag just barely filled with Marisol’s few items left at his house sat near the door, Eddie relaxes back into his couch.
Marisol put up a lack-luster fight to leaving, but eventually she drowned the last of her wine and called an uber. “He’s not going stick around forever. He’s going to break both yours and Christopher’s hearts.” She warned, “And you’ll be just as alone as you were in the hardware store.”
Eddie held back a harsh retort and simply told her, “I haven’t been alone since I met him and I never will be if either one of us has a say about it.”
He opened the door, Marisol got into a little gray sedan, and she went back to the home Eddie helped destroy.
Picking up his phone from the coffee table, Eddie pulls up his contact favorites, smirking humorously at Marisol’s missing name, and presses the person at the very top. It rings twice, before, “Hey man, thought it was date night?”
“Asked her to go home.” Eddie replies.
Silence on the other end for a just a moment then, “Man, you really need to find a better way to break up with women.” Buck teases.
Eddie chuckles, “Well at least there was no mess to clean up this time.”
Buck hums in agreement before softly asking, “You doing okay?”
Not a single lie passed his lips when he answered, “More than. But you know what would help?”
“What?”
“Go-karts in the dessert.”
A laugh that makes Eddie feel warm all over, “It’s a date.”
Hope you all enjoyed!
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Happy Friday 13th
Or not
#happy friday#friday 13th#friday the 13th#fuck it friday#horror#horror movies#vaporwave#synthwave#retrowave#80s aesthetic#1980s#80s#1980s aesthetic#mood#retro#aes#aesthetic#aesthetics#vhs#80s movie#80s horror#80s nostalgia#1980s horror#1980s movies#1980s films#80s movies#art#gif#movie gif#horror gif
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Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids
“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”
Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”
Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”
“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.
Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”
Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”
Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”
Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”
“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.
Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”
“Maybe he should stay away from those.”
“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.
Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”
“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.
“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”
“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”
Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”
Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”
“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.
“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”
They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”
Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”
Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”
Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”
“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”
Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”
“Yes. I would.”
Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”
“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”
“Uh huh.”
He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.
“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.
Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.
#my writing#fuck it Friday#i swear I’m going to finish trapped buck and Chris and work on proposal fic before i work on this more#but it would be a bunch of glimpses of Buck’s various hospital trips from Eddie’s nurse perspective#and maybe shuffle some events around? like maybe eddie still gets shot but by a disgruntled former patient this time and#so he does a stint in the maternity ward and buck shows up there#and Eddie is like you’re having a kid?#and bucks like no my sister is what are you doing here#and when buck gets the story he’s like fuck. shit. im sorry i wasnt there#and eddies like picturing seeing buck in that moment of violence and says im glad you weren’t#also Eddie could still be the one who restarts his heart after the lightning strike#this bit is maybe the last scene actually sorry for posting the end first#have a good breakfast boys#buddie#evan Buckley#eddie diaz#911 abc
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fuck it friday 💗💜💙(7x04 coda?)
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hi! how are we feeling after 7x04 bc I feel like I'm dreaming and I've been crying the whole day today, my bi heart is sooooo happy😭😭
I wasn't gonna start new wips until i finish the cheating fic, but I opened a new doc and things happened lol - idk what this is, where I'm going with this, or if I'm even gonna continue, I just wanted to peek into Buck's head for a moment haha
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Oh. Oh. Oooh. So that’s- that’s what it was. Huh.
That’s the first thing going through his mind as Tommy kisses him. It’s like- it’s like a piece of the puzzle finally sliding into place, after years and years of searching, looking for something to fill that space with, that feeling of something being missing. It’s almost weird, really, how easy it feels, how he’s more relieved than freaked out. Because this- oh, this makes so much sense. He’s into guys. He’s been into guys. And right now, at this moment, he’s into Tommy.
Holy shit, he’s into Tommy.
Buck’s mind has been a whirlwind of chaos and confusion and frustration for days, but now, when Tommy kisses him, it all silences. Just to start anew as they part, butterflies in his stomach so intense he feels like he might float, as a slow smile spreads across his face when Tommy pulls away.
This is the part of himself he’s been looking for, he’s been denying himself, he’s been silencing for so long. He doesn’t know why now, why Tommy, what it all means and where it’s leading. But he knows that now he feels almost... complete, feels like himself, feels at ease. Feels like Buck.
He feels giddy when Tommy asks him out, and finds that as soon as the door closes behind him, Buck already can’t wait to see him again. Jesus, he has a crush. He’s a grown man in his thirties, just now finding out he’s into guys, and he has a goddamn crush on a guy, and that’s why he’s been acting like a teenager. It makes so much sense now, and Buck feels- well, he’s embarrassed because of his idiotic behavior, and guilty for maiming his best friend, but most of all he just feels relieved. Because he knows now, knows why he’s been so bent out of shape about this whole situation, and can put a name to those feelings. It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest, that he didn’t even know was there.
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#fuck it friday#bi buck#7x04 coda#bi buck fic#<- ? idk what to tag this or if there's gonna be more idk (I do have a little more but idk how much more im gonna write lol)#ngl i'm not the biggest fan of tommy or bucktommy but i like him as buck's first guy if that makes sense lol#and that kiss was so hot and what buck deserved as his first guy kiss haha#trying to make it about buck's bisexuality more than tommy but also he does have a crush rn so#also i'm still not convinced he knows exactly who's attention he wanted but let's let him figure it out haha#fic snippet#wikiangela writes#my writing#my wips#911 fic#911 abc#911 spoilers#not tagging it as buddie bc it's not lol it's aaallll about buck rn 🥺
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Fuck It Friday!
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some more of the airplane au<3
“Thanks again for letting him have the window,�� The man beside him murmured to Buck, reaching his hand to shake. It was awkward because of the limited space but Buck eagerly clasped hands with the man, marvelling at the warm skin that felt just so right against his own. “I’m Eddie,” The man— Eddie— continued, before nodding towards his son. “This is Christopher.”
“Eddie,” Buck rolled the name on his tongue, liking the way it felt. “Nice to meet you, I’m Buck.” He looked over to Christopher who was looking at them both curiously. “Very nice to meet you, little man. How old are you?”
“I’m seven!” Christopher gave him a toothy grin. “Is Buck your real name?”
“Chris,” Eddie admonished, giving Buck an apologetic look.
Buck shook his head slightly with a grin, letting Eddie know it was okay. “No, technically my real name is Evan, but all my friends call me Buck.”
“So dad and I are your friends?” Christopher looked excited at the prospect.
“You can be, if you want to,” Buck offered, giving Chris a soft look. This kid was probably the cutest kid he’d ever met.
Christopher cheered. “Dad, we already have a friend!”
“Yes, we do, buddy,” Eddie agreed, reaching out to ruffle Christopher’s hair. “I told you this move was a good idea.”
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WAIT I just realized it's still Friday here and I'm actually chomping at the bit about this fic I just started so:
Fuck It Friday
“Man, that was such a coincidence, seeing Buck and Tommy at Pizzana,” he says to Marisol, who drops onto the couch to curl next to him.
She hums noncommittally. “It’s a pretty popular spot, isn’t it?”
Eddie wouldn’t really know—Buck’s always the one who picks the restaurant when they go out to eat, following all the Los Angeles food subreddit and trawling instagram for recommendations. Now that he thinks about, Buck is definitely the one who first mentioned Pizzana to Eddie, so maybe it wasn’t such a coincidence.
“Well, I’m glad he and Tommy are hanging out, I knew they’d hit it off if Buck just gave him a chance.” It had been a surprise to see them out together, but a good surprise. After the basketball incident Tommy had told Eddie he wanted to clear the air with Buck, and it seems the air was successfully cleared.
They’d been done with their dinner, but Eddie had convinced the two of them to stay for another drink while he and Marisol waited for their own pizza. It had been fun—he likes Tommy a lot, and now that Buck’s let his guard down he can see he likes the guy, too.
It kinda reminded him of how Buck was when he first met Eddie—territorial, at first, but then once Eddie had proved he wouldn’t be so easily put-off by Buck’s barking he’d sort of…melted. That was the only word Eddie could think of to describe it, the way he’d smiled and just opened up to Eddie, like a dog rolling over to show his soft belly, blushing pink as a flower unfurling into full bloom.
Anyway, it would’ve been a nice night, with the four of them—and on the surface, it had been. They’d laughed and joked and recounted the entire hurricane rescue for Marisol. But something had felt…off with Buck. It had been bothering Eddie all night. Not quite the same way things had felt off with him before the basketball incident, but something else. He’d been…nervous, almost? Eddie had been delighted to see them there, but for a minute when his gaze landed on Buck, Buck had looked…guilty, almost.
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Very late fuck it Friday where it’s barely even Friday for me here.
Little update in case anyone ( @sibylsleaves 😘) is interested. This thing, which henceforth shall be known as, If I Should Fall, is now over 14K and is likely to be posted sometime this weekend. I’m just editing it now.
Here’s another snippet just for funs 💕
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When it’s too quiet and too cold from the hospital air conditioning and the fact that Buck’s been sitting here for hours, he holds Eddie’s hand and rests his head on the bed beside him. It’s not close enough. Eddie’s here but he’s not really here and Buck can only feel absence. Maybe Eddie’s lost somewhere and trying to find his way back. Maybe he’s in his own weird coma world where he’s arguing with himself and nothing makes sense.
No matter what is going on or where he is, Buck wants to be here. Holding on. He can be the anchor, the tether, the one who grounds the other. They’re partners. That’s what they do for each other.
Sometimes, Buck manages to sleep. Like he could only sleep if he’s listening to Eddie breathing. Even if it’s fake, manufactured breathing. It’s still air in his lungs and oxygen through his blood and life in his body. It’s there even if it’s faint. So, Buck rests some. A couple hours here and there.
He’s resting like this one day, his head beside Eddie’s shoulder and his hand wrapped tightly around the hand that doesn’t move or hold his in return, when someone touches his back. At first he pictures Death itself appearing behind him to finally claim Eddie, and Buck rushes to his feet, ready to fight. He would fight Death and all of Hell if he had to.
But the person, the people who are standing in front of him are far more of a surprise than even a personification of mortality.
Eddie’s parents. They’re here. He knows Bobby called them and Buck also talked to them a little. As much as he sort of could after it happened. They talked with Chris. And of course they’d want to be here for the same reason anyone might want to be here.
Because Eddie is dying.
He’s dying and he’ll probably never wake up to even say goodbye. But for now he’s holding on. They all are. So. They’re here.
#buddie#buddie wip#fuck it friday#fic: if I should fall#911#jenwyn wip#the title is from the song tightrope from the greatest showman because I only know musicals thank you
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Fuck it Friday 🤠
how we doin' folks? have we recovered from yesterday's episode yet? I think I'll need 3-5 business days. Anyway, here's a lil snippet from the country concert fic.
“Alright cowboy, let’s get a move on.”
“Pretty sure you’re the one who looks like a cowboy,” Buck said with a laugh that he hoped to hell sounded normal.
“Well I did work on a ranch for a couple summers in high school,” Eddie said, letting his Texas drawl leech into his voice in a way that made Buck weak at the knees.
“Sh-should we call an Uber?” Buck asked. It was only 7:30, but he wasn’t sure he could handle sitting around Eddie’s house with Eddie looking like that and not do something stupid. Like something friendship ruining stupid.
“Sure,” Eddie pulled out his phone. “Fifteen minutes. Want a beer while we wait?”
“Yeah,” Buck nodded and a few seconds later Eddie pressed a cold bottle into Buck’s hand. “So, what’s this band called?”
“That’s a good question,” Eddie laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket before flopping onto the couch, legs spread wide. Buck sat down next to him, not so close that they were touching, but closer than necessary with only two people on the couch. “Matty and the Cryin’ Cowboys.”
“And you were friends with Matty in high school? Or one of the Cryin’ Cowboys?”
“Matty - Matty Wilson,” Eddie said the name and something flickered across his face, something like pain and regret, but it was gone before Buck could fully catalog it. “We uh we were really close until I went off to the Army.”
Buck heard the words Eddie said and immediately knew that this was a friend Eddie drifted apart from when he got serious with Shannon, caught up in the rush of young love. They’d talked about it before, how neither of them have friends from high school still for a variety of reasons, but Eddie’s biggest was he kind of lost touch with everyone after Shannon got pregnant and he joined the Army.
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#buddie wip#buddie#911#my wip#Wip: cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other#fuck it friday
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