a little break from all the spotify wrapped posting to share some of my writing. i've been working a lot on this for past week.
Something is up with Eddie. It’s driving Buck up the wall because he cannot figure out why Eddie is acting like this. He has been gathering evidence all morning to solve this mystery.
1. Eddie was almost late today.
Not actually late, because he did make it to the station well before the start of their shift. He was already there and changing into his uniform, in fact, when Buck stumbled into the locker room while simultaneously pulling his shirt over his head. (He had overslept because he went down a Wikipedia rabbit hole on orcas and their fashion trends last night after reading about salmon hats being back).
By the time Buck had managed to wrangle out of his shirt, Eddie had stuck his head in his (their) locker like he was searching for something. Very intently. He stayed like that for so long that Buck finished changing and made it out of the locker room before him.
2. Eddie kept spacing out during the morning briefing.
This basically never happens unless he’s truly preoccupied with something. Usually, Eddie is extremely attentive, quite literally standing at attention with rigid military posture, probably still ingrained in him from his army days. But today, Buck had to nudge his boot against Eddie’s to startle him out of whatever thought he was caught up in when Bobby said his name and read out the chores he assigned to him.
But the most incriminating piece of evidence was gathered before Buck even arrived at the firehouse, actually.
3. Eddie used an emoji.
And not just any emoji, no. It was a heart. This morning, Buck texted Eddie that he was running a little behind (in case Bobby asked) to which Eddie replied with, and Buck is not kidding:
Okay. Will have a cup of coffee waiting for you. ❤️
Buck had stared at the heart for a good five minutes, probably, which had made him even more late.
(In the end, Eddie did not have coffee waiting for him on account of taking forever in the locker room. The liar.)
“Eddie is acting weird, right?” he asks Hen. He’s helping her restock the ambulance and she is holding very tightly onto the clipboard. Buck is not even allowed to look at it, all she’s letting him do is hand her the supplies she is asking for.
Hen raises an eyebrow. “Weird how?”
“I don’t know,” Buck whines and throws his hands up in frustration. The gauze in his hand flies halfway across the ambulance bay. He scrambles up to retrieve it before Hen has the chance to turn the full power of her glare onto him.
“He’s just… being weird.” He drops the gauze in Hen’s outstretched hand. “Like, okay, he’s being quiet but he also isn’t. Not in the way he usually is when he just doesn’t want to talk about something. It’s more like– like he actually wants to say something but just doesn’t know how.”
Hen considers this for a moment.
“Why don’t you just ask him about it? If it’s bothering you that much.”
If only it were that easy.
i'm just going to tag a couple of mutuals for them to see this - and of course also to share something if you guys have anything to share!! <3
@livingincolorsagain @queerprincesseddiediaz @eddiesbian @moonyslesbian @girldadbuckley @cafecitoeddie @4thbrighteststar @housewifebuck & if anyone else wants to share their wip please feel free to also tag me in it!!
i wasn't tagged directly but i did see @eddiebabygirldiaz and @sharpbutsoft share their wips on my dash (which i am SAT for btw 👀) and felt inspired to share the thing i've been working for the past week.
i've shared parts of this before. it's for my "didn't know they were dating and buck absolutely loses his mind trying to find out who eddie's new boyfriend is" fic, which right now is titled code red in my docs for reasons (but that name will most likely change).
Eddie furrows his brow again. “I wouldn’t make you sleep on the couch, Buck.” There’s that rosy flush to his cheeks again.
Now it’s Buck’s turn to furrow his brow. He really does feel sick now, the unease in his entire body growing, as he brings himself to ask, “How would your boyfriend feel about that?”
Eddie, to his credit, looks just as confused as Buck is feeling right now. He pulls away his hand - Buck once again tracks the movement - and lets it fall uselessly to his side. “I- what? I don’t know. How would my boyfriend feel about that?”
He’s looking at Buck like he knows the answer.
“I think I should head home,” Buck decides after a long silence during which he and Eddie just stare at each other.
Eddie’s face falls. “Okay.”
Just for a moment, he looks completely devastated. Buck can see the muscles in his jaw working as he schools his features into a mask of neutrality again and steps aside so that he’s no longer between Buck and the door.
Buck flexes his fingers, tightening his grip on his duffel bag. For some reason, he feels like he just made the wrong decision but- he can’t spend the night in Eddie’s bed when Eddie has a boyfriend. That’s a line he won’t allow himself to cross.
Before he is able to actually make it out the door, Eddie reaches out and holds him by the arm. “Just… Text me when you’re home, please?”
“Of course,” Buck replies automatically. How can he not when Eddie is looking at him with his big brown pleading eyes? It seems to be enough for Eddie, because he lets him go after that.
Once he’s in the Jeep, Buck puts his forehead against the steering wheel and lets out a deep sigh.
i don't really have anyone to tag but i AM tagging some mutuals in case you do have something you would like to share. 😌🥰 @sleepylothcatbuck @eddiesbian @moonyslesbian @markofalover @cafecitoeddie @girldadbuckley
another snippet hehe (because this is all i've been able to think about all day)
By the time Eddie comes home, Buck has somewhat recovered. Well, not really. The heavy pit in his stomach is still very much present, but he’s able to push it aside for the moment when he notices the headlights of Eddie’s truck flash through the windows.
He’s already holding his bag when Eddie steps through the front door. He smiles at Buck, that blinding happy smile that shows off his sharp canines, but it quickly falters when he realises what Buck is doing.
“You’re heading out?” he asks, sounding… almost sad. As if Buck wasn’t feeling bad enough already.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m ah- Not feeling too hot,” Buck says. It’s not really a lie. His skin feels like it was put on wrong and dinner is sitting heavy in his stomach.
Eddie’s expression shifts from sad to worried. “You are looking a little pale.” He steps forward, reaching out his hand, which Buck tracks with wide eyes, wondering what is happening. He almost flinches when Eddie puts the pack of it against his forehead. The crease between his brows flattens out a little. “Doesn’t seem like you have a fever, though.”
Buck doesn’t answer. The only thing he is capable of is stare dumbly with his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. He gives him a comforting smile and then moves his hand to the side of Buck’s neck, gently stroking the sensitive skin there with his thumb. Buck feels like he’s about to pass out. Maybe he does have a fever. This seems a little like a fever dream.
“You could stay,” Eddie says. His hand is still on Buck’s neck. He hesitates for a moment, like he’s gathering courage to say his next words. “Let me take care of you.”
Once again, Buck feels off-kilter, but for an entirely different reason.
“Nah, it’s fine. I just need a good night’s sleep and I won’t get that on your couch,” he manages to say with an awkward laugh.
Eddie furrows his brow again. “I wouldn’t make you sleep on the couch, Buck.” There’s a rosy blush to his cheeks again.
Now it’s Buck’s turn to furrow his brow. He really does feel sick now as he brings himself to ask, “How would your boyfriend feel about that?”
Eddie, to his credit, looks just as confused as Buck is feeling right now. He pulls away his hand, Buck once again tracks the movement, and lets it fall uselessly to his side. “I- what? I don’t know. How would my boyfriend feel about that?”
i've written 80 words for my clintasha thing this is very good considering normally i just write the title and then i panic and never write anything again
Ignore this, i just need to save this fic idea somewher (i'd put it under a read more but i'm on my phone do you'll just have to deal with scrolling past it) doctorrose fic, set at theend of series three. the master somehow found out about rose and magically brings her back to the original universe, or maybe she got there sooner and he was like 'yo i can use you' and then he took all her memories and made her his ppuppet and married her and then the doctor and martha and jack do their thing except themaster's wife ir rose but she doesn't remember and the doctor is angry and sad and yeah that's all i've got
