#b!writes

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton, The Outsiders (1983), The Outsiders: The Musical - Jamestown Revival & Levine/Rapp Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darrel "Darry" Curtis Jr. & Ponyboy Curtis & Sodapop Curtis, Darrel "Darry" Curtis Jr. & Ponyboy Curtis, Darrel "Darry" Curtis Jr. & Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis & Sodapop Curtis Characters: Darrel "Darry" Curtis Jr., Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis Additional Tags: Heat Stroke, Vomiting, Fainting, Good Brother Darrel "Darry" Curtis Jr., Injured Ponyboy Curtis, Good Brother Sodapop Curtis, Sodapop Curtis Has ADHD, Sodapop Curtis Needs a Hug

  Summary:

There’s shade three steps ahead, but it’s a lifetime away. The sun is beatin’ down on them still, hot and heavy as their mama’s iron, and Pony’s barely standing beneath the weight. He can’t even think through the cotton in his head, the way his stomach is trying to climb up out of his throat. He lifts a lethargic hand up to rub at his forehead, and even the smallest hint of a shadow afforded by his palm feels like heaven.

“Um,” Pony manages, dragging his words out one by one, “‘m…’m not feelin’...”

He can feel himself sway again, and his head is spinnin’, vision darkening at the edges. Soda’s mouth moves but Pony can’t hear it, can’t keep himself upright—it’s like every bit of his body gives up at once, and he blinks, and then he’s gone.

3.9k, hurt buck, v lightly buddie

Through his blurring vision, Buck gets a flash of brick siding—a house?—and then the sun glints off steel, blindingly bright. The hands release him. Buck’s back hits something hard and unyielding, punching the breath right out of him. Something digs uncomfortably into his shoulder. He wheezes, trying to catch his breath and fight his way to a sitting position at the same time, but his legs are still bent at the knee hanging half out of—is this a fucking box?

It’s unseasonably hot. Buck might love summer, love the heat, but really—this is a bit much. The day had dawned beautifully warm, but by afternoon it’s gotten worse. The truck is sweltering when he hauls himself in next to Eddie, and he can’t suppress a groan of frustration.

“It’s too hot,” Buck complains, slumping down into his seat. Even the leather is hot to the touch. Bobby gives him a sympathetic look over his shoulder from the front and reaches over to flick the air conditioning on. 

“Sounds like a simple medical call,” Bobby says, as the radio chatters at him. 

“No turnouts?” Buck asks hopefully. Bobby laughs and shakes his head. 

“Why send us all out if it’s just medical?” Eddie asks, at the same time that Buck mutters, “Thank god.” 

“Dispatch says the caller was a little unclear on the details,” Bobby explains, “There may or may not be a second patient—we’re not sure, so we’re just covering all the bases.” 

“So we’re going in blind,” Eddie says. Beside him, Buck twists, trying to maneuver the strap of his radio over his head without undoing his seatbelt.

“Dispatch saw no need to send an officer our way, so I’m not worried,” Bobby assures him. He cuts a look to Buck, eyebrows raised. “Buck, what are you doing?”

“It’s hot,” Buck complains again. He finally succeeds in getting his radio off and drops it next to him, reaching for the buttons of his uniform shirt next. “I’d rather not wear two shirts if I don’t have to.” 

Bobby sighs. “Fine.” 

Buck pops the buttons and tugs at the sleeves, getting them down past his shoulders. He gets as far as his elbows and then resorts to wriggling, trying to get the sleeves off the rest of the way with the shirt trapped behind his back. He’s sure he looks ridiculous—at least Hen and Chimney are in the ambulance, so Chim isn’t here to razz him about it. 

Eddie takes pity on him after a moment, reaching over to help get one sleeve over his wrist. The second is easier, with one hand free. His LAFD t-shirt is damp with sweat down his spine, but it’s better than multiple layers. 

“Thanks,” Buck says, leaning back against the seat again to let the air conditioning work its magic. 

There’s hardly time to enjoy the cool air from the vents before they roll up to the scene. Buck grimaces at the thought of stepping back into the heat, but he unclips his seatbelt and gets a hand on the door anyway. 

“Put your radio back on,” Eddie reminds him, and hops out.

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Fluff, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Gift Giving, Teddy Bears, no seriously so many teddy bears Summary:

“Your bear is named ‘Mr Bear’?” Buck questions, the first night he spends in Eddie’s bed. Eddie smiles, half embarrassed. “It’s, uh…it’s Mr Beary Bear, actually.”

aka Christmas fluff and bears, with a sprinkling of buddie.

It’s a quiet night in Buck’s apartment, and the darkness presses in against the windows. He’s got one lamp on, casting a golden glow from behind the couch, and he’s just finished some movie he’d picked off of netflix that looked vaguely interesting. He’d only been half paying attention while he scrolled on his phone, but it worked for a while as background noise. Then the credits rolled, and the quiet pushed right back in.

Buck likes his apartment, really, but sometimes it feels a little too big. It’s spacious and gorgeous and he loves it in the light of day, when the world is awake and loud. He loves it when Eddie is here, or Maddie, and he has someone he can talk to. 

Now, though, the silence is suffocating.

It’s not like—well, it’s not like he can’t handle being on his own. He’s had some practice, after all. He can fill the space with noise, music or the tv or a phone call, if he needs. He can deal. It’s just that on nights like these, when the well of distractions runs dry, it hits him like a wave. 

Buck sits up. There’s no reason for him to be feeling like this, not tonight—he’d been with his team all day, and he knows they love him. He knows he’s not alone, and he’s okay when he’s with them and he can fill the void with chatter. It’s not just him against the world, anymore. 

But when he shuts the tv off and the light from the lamp behind him casts his reflection on the blank screen, sitting cross-legged in the middle of his couch, he can’t stop the hot press of tears that gather at his lashes. His apartment is too big and too dark and too empty, and he’s all alone, and it’s all too much. Buck’s own loneliness sits like a weight in his chest, heavy and aching. God, he just wants a hug right now.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Concussions, delayed symptoms, Episode: s04e05 Buck Begins, Vomiting, Headaches & Migraines, Pre-Relationship, they have feelings but they don't kiss yet

Summary:

It’s quiet for a moment, quiet for two—Buck is halfway to dozing again when Eddie speaks up.

“You okay?” Eddie asks. Buck blinks his eyes back open and glances over to find Eddie dutifully watching the road, but with a tight grip on the wheel and a worried crease between his eyebrows. Buck has the sudden urge to smooth it away, somehow, but he holds back.

Eddie isn’t just asking about the headache or the exhaustion, and Buck knows that, but he’s not sure he wants to get into the rest of it right now. So he shrugs and says, “I’m fine. Hen and the doc both cleared me, remember?”

post-4x04 pre-4x05 ficlet for @renecdote

Buck is jealous of a dead boy. It’s ridiculous and unfair, but it’s like he’s twelve years old again, and the feeling coils tight and hot in his chest. His hands tremble where he grips the photograph, and he tries his best not to crease it, doesn’t want to ruin this precious thing that somehow meant more to his parents than the children they still had. 

The thing is, Buck has spent his whole life feeling like he’s a step behind, living in the shadow of someone he could never name. He’d done everything he could think of to break down the barrier between him and his parents, but he never could. Never knew why. Now he’s got a name for that shadow, a face, but it doesn’t feel any better. 

“Daniel,” he says. He hates that it comes out bitter, because the boy in this photo—his brother—doesn’t deserve it. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d simply had the audacity to live just long enough for his parents to pour their love into him, and then take it with him to the grave. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan “Buck” Buckley & Taylor Kelly Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Taylor Kelly, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Original Characters Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Allergies, Anaphylaxis, Buck and Taylor being besties

Summary:

“You don’t like kiwi?” she prompts. Buck stabs another piece with his fork and takes a second to inspect it. 

“I’m not really sure,” he says, “I think I’ve only had it once or twice. I can’t remember if I liked it.”