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The final chapter of physio fic is gonna be a long one! It’s at 5k and I’m not even half way I think. I’m excited to share it tho I realllly hope I can do so before the end of the summer. Writing even just a sentence everyday this year has actually been a game changer.
It’s morning and Buck wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with little idea how he got there. The curtains are open, but the light is dim. He’s underneath the covers, shoes off but socks on. He blinks, slowly recalling last night.
His chest physically aches as he remembers Bobby admitting to him that he doesn’t think he’s ready— that he doesn’t want Buck to come back. His eyes threaten to spill tears like the dark clouds outside and he clenches his eyes shut, he’s cried enough already.
“Hey,” Tommy says from the doorway, a tray of breakfast in his hand.
And suddenly the world feels just a little bit lighter.
Oh my dear anon, that is just how I roll. I get very excited and a way for me to release said Excitement is by spamming the reblog button HAHHAHA
Honestly am surprised that this is the first time I've been called out about it, but yeah... If spam reblogs annoy you, best to unfollow me bc i do it a lot 😭 mostly before bedtime as a bedtime routine but happens on rough days as well. I also just... Get weird about numbers. I don't like leaving a post on certain numbers, so I'll reblog until I get to a number that feels okay shdjfkf
Ty for your concern tho!!! Was very sweet of you eueueu 🥺
the only place i can find an ache is in an original work piece about a guy who is getting blackmailed by his step-brother for sex (sorry if this isn't your bag!!) (darren isn't his step-brother)
Darren tugged me up and then slid his fingers between my own. His hand was dry and warm and my chest ached over how nice it was. How nice it was to have my hand held and to be smiled at so sweetly. I knew before we even got out of the mall, before we made it to his car and kissed over the center console, that this was how it was supposed to be. This was how I was supposed to have had my firsts.
not to answer this four months later lmao but I didn't like the one I started originally soooo here we are! happy 911 thursday
2.3k | bucktommy | rated t? maybe m but a soft m
As awkward as accidentally dating a married couple was, Buck can’t help but be a little disappointed that it didn’t work out with either of them. He liked how relaxed Jade was, how witty Zane was, how pushy they both were. Even more than he liked them individually, he liked how it felt to date again. He’d missed flirting, smiling, talking, and yes, of course, having sex.
He’s moping around the station between calls, lamenting being single while making Ravi help him roll out balls of snickerdoodle dough.
“Well,” Chimney says from behind his laptop. He’s always behind his laptop these days, filling out detailed reports after every call. He spends as little time in the captain’s office as possible. “I just so happen to know a guy who’s single and likes guys who look like you. I could set you up if you want. Only catch is that it has to be a blind date.”
“I don’t know, Chim. A blind date?”
“Trust me, Buck. I’m great at this kind of thing. Look at Hen and Karen. I got them together.”
“Is that the best example?” Ravi asks. “Hen hid her mysterious illness from Karen for months.”
Chim drops his face into his hands. “Don’t remind me.”
The station isn’t the same without Hen. They all miss her laugh, her sharp looks when they’re doing something stupid, the books and bookmarks left strewn around the common areas. She was never loud, but the place still feels so much quieter without her.
“Look, I can’t control what people do once they get into the relationships I set them up with,” Chim continues. “But even after everything Hen has put her through, Karen hasn’t left her. You can’t say that’s not a good match.”
A pang of jealousy shoots through Buck. He shrugs. “I guess that’s true.”
“Come on, Buck. I know you’ll like this guy. Trust your captain. Trust your brother.”
It’s a dirty move, but it works. Buck gives in. Worst case, he doesn’t like the guy and he bails early. He can fake an emergency—though honestly with his luck, he probably won’t even have to fake it.
i also did not need chimney emphatically saying he would've fired buck "in a minute!" if buck had done what chim hesitated in firing hen for
this show is turning me into a woods dweller with twigs in her hair--against my will!!--screaming at passersby because what
the fuck
are you doing
this is your boy. don't you remember how he was your boy. you killed him for over three minutes and put him in a coma in the middle of a running subplot he already had. he had a prominent role in the episode where bobby died, including the only actual team member to say goodbye to him. and then he just. became really boring to you. his relationships. his development. it simply ceased to matter
i don't want everything to be about buck. but the loss of his pseudo dad??? being ignored, excluded, and set adrift by his family? why include those things and then let other characters get the catharsis while claiming it happened to them instead
why do you hate meeee specifically
tim
tim i'm a good person please
(also wtf at hen saying they continued to not look out for each other for another THREE MONTHS after the episode where they supposedly all loved each other and were doing great and were super happy for chim to officially be their captain. tim those shits are contradictory!!)
[Begin Voicemail Transcript] . . . Hey Tommy. . . . I know it's uh it's been a while but you said um you said anytime, so I'm hoping you meant it.
I just got back from the hospital. Oh not for me! For Hen. So still you’re right the 118 needs its own wing. [Laugh] But uh she's not doing so hot. I don't know if it's my place to say anything but the doctors say that with meds and stuff she should be okay sorta? And I'm so so happy to hear that but…
But I'm pissed. [Sigh] I’m so fucking angry Tommy. She said no one asked how she was doing. I asked. I asked everyone after– after. When I had nightm– hm. When I couldn't sleep I did so much research on grief and grief counselling and I did grief assessments on everyone and– and no one asked me how I was doing.
Until you. And I forget what I said because all I could think about is he was gone and even his real grave is across the country and what's the point of going to the grave marker here? If I talk to him here will he hear–
I don't think I ever asked how you were doing. And then the funeral was the last time we talked and that's entirely my fault. I should have texted or called. I need– I need you. I [inaudible] you. I’m trying not to, since– I went on some dates so I could stop. And they were good. But they were married and unicorn hunting me, actually? Which made me feel so…
I looked it up after– after you said you were a Kinsey 6. I'm uh. I’m probably a 3. Maybe a 2? 2.5? And I never thought about what it meant to be into guys because all I wanted was you Tommy. All I want is you. And man, it felt so good and so right with you I never thought– it can kinda suck, sometimes. Being bi. I spent a lot of time reading forums and personal experiences and I thought oh unicorn hunting won't happen to me though now I know what to look for. But it did.
And what's next? My next girlfriend breaking up with me because I'm too close with my male best friend? No wait that already happened with you. [Laugh]
I moved out of Eddie's place. Well it's Eddie's place again now. I'm renting a house. I thought I had a home of my own and I thought it was mine and the fucking previous tenant was living in the ceiling. Can't have shit in this fucking city…
I also thought Bobby was haunting the place. Finding out he wasn't felt like– like losing him again almost. In a smaller way. What happens when I can't remember the sound of his voice Tommy?
Sorry that's – that's too much. I'm sorry. You were always just so good at making me feel like I wasn't too much. . . . I [Inaudible]. . . . I’m sorry I never told you. I’m sorry that I do. I’m sure you're doing good now away from the fucking garbage fire that is my– me honestly.
I shouldn't have called. I’m fine really. I uh shit how do you delete a message [inaudible] [End Voicemail Transcript]
For the Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game...
safe
He’s working hard to get back to his job. He’s talked to his doctor and she said that he’s good to go — maybe give it another couple weeks to be safe following the exertion during the tsunami. Now he’s just waiting to hear back from the chief to give him the final all clear. He’s hoping that won’t take too long.
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