my spine split from carrying us up the hill (i’m just getting colour back into my face)
a buddie relationship breakdown fic | 21.8k
tags: buck pov, buck centric, established relationship, break up, cheating, sad buck, emotional/psychological abuse, unhealthy relationship, eddie diaz bashing, 118 bashing, (tho i think it’s more critical but for the filters), season 7 au, in an au where buddie got together after the shooting, Relationship Breakdown, Buck & Ravi Friendship, anti buddie, No Beta We Die Like Bobby Nash, (doesn’t in this fic)
It took Buck a moment to process what he saw before him.
Eddie — his arms wrapped around some woman. His face buried in her neck and his fingers brushing her skin. The other man’s eyes widening, his face going pale as he realised they’d been caught.
Buck barely heard Eddie gasp Chris’s name — the boy motionless next to him as they stared at a ghost.
At Shannon.
At Chris’s mother — who Buck knew was dead.
Had been to the funeral and seen them both through the messy aftermath. Had helped this child mourn once and already knew he’d have to do it again.
Or: What if it was Buck instead of Marisol
in a surprise to everyone — and most of all me — i’ve actually written something ?? for the first time in like three years ?? wild
tbh i think that scene in 8.17 just reaffirmed everything i'd been slowly realising about buddie and why they could never work and it somehow manifested itself as this 😅
anyway - a lil excerpt for you all xx
He regretted it as soon as the dial tone sounded. Had let his thumb hover of the name — debating — for more than a few seconds before giving in to the urge to press call.
And yet — as soon as it actually started ringing — he knew he shouldn’t have done it.
That he was fine. That he was being dramatic, once again.
But he also knew he couldn’t just hang up. That it would create a panic — force them to call back — to ask questions.
“Doctor Copeland’s office,” it was a new receptionist. Her voice melodically neutral as she answered the phone, “May I ask who’s calling.”
Buck stumbled over his words for a second, before rushing to explain, “Uh — don’t worry. It was an accident.”
“Are you sure… Mr Buckley?” She drew out the question as if reading the name off a screen and Buck cursed whatever Caller ID system the psychologist’s office employed that still recognised his number.
Her tone more concerned as she asked again, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah — yeah, of course.” He felt almost breathless as the lies left his lips, “Just a wrong number. Pressed the wrong person by mistake. Sorry for any trouble.”
“Okay — then,” she sounded doubtful. “Well, we’re here if you ever need us, Mr Buckley. Don’t hesitate to ring back now. Okay? I know Doctor Copeland would be more than happy to fit you in.”
“Yeah—” he agreed half-heartedly. Desperate to get off the phone before he did something stupid like actually ask for an appointment.
Knowing it was pointless. That he was fine.
“Have a nice day then.”
He finally freed himself from the conversation. Heart racing like it usually only did when he’s had to run up six flights of stairs in full turn outs.
He forced himself to drop his phone onto the counter — hands shaking as he thought about reaching for it again — and made himself walk away instead.
Looked around the kitchen desperately for something to do and was relieved to spot the small stack of dishes from the night before.
They usually did them together. Buck drying as Eddie washed — accused of almost flooding the kitchen one too many times before Eddie had finally relegated him to the less dangerous of the tasks.
They’d been too tired the night before. Exhaustion dragging them towards bed and leaving the dishes to wait until the morning.
It had been happening more and more lately. Truthfully Buck couldn’t remember the last time they’d shared their little ritual. Meals eaten in a rush as they raced out the door to work — whoever drew the short straw and got home first left to do the tidy up.
At least if Buck didn’t end up eating alone. Eddie always out these days — the friendship he'd struck up with Tommy keeping him gone until late whenever they had the day off.
Chris, even more sociable than his father. Forever at a friend’s house, or out with the girl that he swore to Buck wasn’t a budding romance. Swindling invites for sleepovers through charm and good humour that a young Buck could never have dreamed of emulating.
Always clinging just a little too tight for people to ever really settle in his presence.
It left him alone most nights. At least the ones he didn’t spend at the firehouse, revelling in the thrum of activity. Instructions from Bobby as they cooked, Chim and Hen’s quiet rivalry as they wrestled for control of the TV remote.
Eddie sitting next to him in the engine — their legs brushing they were sat so close. Sometimes it felt like the most intimate they ever were anymore.
Never mind the way they’d clung to each other having rescued Bobby and Athena. Buck pressing into bruises to leave them there a little longer. To remind himself that Eddie had chosen him, that he loved him.
Alright as someone who finally watched the first three seasons of 911, and has read so many fanfics and consumed so many takes…
There are exactly three main characters that are actually good people.
Athena, Buck and Chris. (May, Carla, Eddies extended family (no parents) a few random side characters as well)
Literally everyone else sucks ass for so many reasons. “Oh but found family” ew honestly if some members of my bio family did some of that to me (and they did) I would have dropped them immediately. If found family did that? That’s not family that’s a bad person who took my trust and love and put it in a shredder.
I know what happens later on and it just go progressively down hill. The way Buck is treated for narrative reasons is bullshit, just… the hypocrisy throughout this show makes me hate it
So yeah, I’ll not be in this fandom, honestly HOUSE MD was less toxic then this “found family” shit
