#simiwrites

[rogerzsteven]

hold still

Buck slightly picks his head up to face Tommy, his hand resting on the other man’s chest, and tilts his head, brows wrinkled. “What— What are you doing?” “Cuddling.” Tommy answers casually, without lifting his head from the pillow. He presses Buck’s head down to where it was resting on his chest, and wraps the arm he has under Buck around his waist. He holds Buck by his bicep with his other hand to pull him closer to his side, slides a leg between Buck’s thighs, and manhandles Buck so Buck is laying half on Tommy’s chest, half pressed against his side. “Just want to hold you, kid.” * In which Buck and Tommy cuddle. That's the fic.

Read on ao3

[rogerzsteven]

(fragile) handle with care

Slowly, Buck pulls the door open, and a restrained smile curves up his lips as he greets the other man, his heart racing at the thought of what to come. “Evan.” Tommy says softly, with worry, and places his fingers under Buck’s chin to tilt it up, taking another step and leaning closer. “My God.” Tommy’s hand slides down to rest on his neck, a featherlight sensation, and traces the tip of his fingers over the ugly bruises on Buck’s throat, touching every inch of dark patch of skin so gently as he examines, like he’s scared to hurt him. * Buck gets hurt on a call, Tommy looks after him. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Grabbed by the Chin

Read on ao3

For @djdangerlove

[rogerzsteven]

come a little closer

He tucks Evan’s face under his chin and runs a hand up and down Evan’s arm, trying his best to stop his shakes.Evan chokes out another groan between his wheezes, trembling fingers loosely holding the hem of Tommy’s shirt, and when Tommy slides his free hand under Evan’s shirt, the frown on his face deepens as he feels his boyfriend’s hot, tense muscles beneath his fingertips. “God, Evan.” Tommy mumbles, planting a kiss on the top of his head. “You’re burning up.”  * Buck is not feeling great. Tommy to the rescue. Bad Things Happen Bingo: "I'm Fine."

Read on ao3

[rogerzsteven]

Locations

“I got you, I got you.” Eddie wraps his arms around Buck’s torso. “I got you, you’re okay, you’re okay.” He lowers Buck on his back on the ground, presses two shaky fingers on the side of his cold neck and holds his own breath. He gets no pulse. Eddie chokes out an ugly sound and his heart clenches as he yells: “I’m starting CPR!” * In which Buck drowns. Bad Things Happen Bingo:  Vomiting

Read on ao3

For @lover-of-mine, inspired by this ask

[rogerzsteven]

(low)

Eddie slips his hand under the collar of Buck’s hoodie below his neck, and rests it on the other man’s shoulder blade, feeling his bare skin. It doesn’t come off as warm to the touch— okay, that’s a relief. “You don’t have a fever.” Eddie tsks, hand still on Buck’s skin. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?” Buck was fine yesterday, he looked fine at least, but why does he look like he doesn’t even have the strength to lift a finger now? It feels wrong. After what feels like a century, Buck manages to speak in the weakest, lowest tone without opening his eyes. “ ‘m tired. L’t me sleep, pl’se.” * It's one of those days where after the lightning strike, Buck just feels tired. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Shaking and Shivering

Read on ao3

For @poughkeepsies 🙄

[rogerzsteven]

two birds

Suddenly Buck can’t breathe; everything goes quiet and a loud, thin screeching sound drills his ears, the kick of his heart speeds up and beats in his throat, his hands feel numb— his body feels numb and Buck can’t look away because this must be a dream, this can’t be real, it must be a sick fucking joke, it can’t be— Buck’s ragged voice sounds alien to his own ears. "Maddie?!" * The 118 is dispatched to a car accident, and the victim is someone Buck knows too well. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Nervous Breakdown

Read on ao3

[rogerzsteven]

i don't want to be myself (it's making me so unwell)

Eddie has his arm draped on the pillow above Buck's head, fingers still buried in his curls and lightly scratching his scalp when Buck starts to stir and lets out a tiny, sleepy mumble. His eyes crack open, revealing his unfocused baby blues, and he blinks sluggishly before lifting his eyes to look at Eddie, disoriented. "Hey." Eddie says in a quiet tone, playing with Buck's hair. Buck's brows furrow a little as he keeps staring at him like he's trying to come to his senses, and his voice comes out rough when he asks: "Wh'n did you get here?" "Maddie called, asked me if I could come." Thumb reaching for Buck's face, smoothening his brow. "So I came." Buck's eyes flutter close at the contact and he lets out a breath through his nose. He's still tired, Eddie can tell from a mile away, but looks like Buck doesn't have it in him to talk right now. "Did you eat?" Eddie asks, tilting his head. Buck only shrugs. * Buck isn't okay. Maddie and Eddie help him

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Burns

Read on ao3

[rogerzsteven]

Overdue

Slowly, Buck's eyes flutter open, and his blues fix on Eddie, disoriented. "Eds." Buck whispers between his poor breaths, face twisting in discomfort. Every last bit of Eddie's senses are dialed up to eleven. "Hey." His voice comes out soft as he slides his hand down to rest it on Buck's shoulder. Buck swallows, licks his lips, and takes in a short gasp that's painful to hear before a whimper escapes him as he says: "D'nt feel good."

*

Working himself to exhaustion, Buck gets sick at the station.

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Suffocation

Read on ao3