#7x06 spec fic

[diazsdimples]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

I'm getting to everyone's snippets tonight, I promise! I'm a few days behind cause lectures have just started up again 😬 tagged for Tuesday by @thewolvesof1998 and @elvensorceress thank you friends 🫶. Also I'm updating my taglist for the first time ever so please interact with this post if you want to be on it!

Figured I should probably get cracking on my 7x06 spec fic before the episode comes out so please enjoy a bit of Buck getting roasted by his best friend and boyfriend.

Eddie frowns, looking a little confused. “I thought you guys were all good?” “We are,” Buck replies, his eyes never leaving his parents as he watches them greet guests, both looking the brightest and bubbliest he’s seen them in years. From afar he’s sure they look like a regular, happy older couple enjoying their daughter’s wedding, but Buck can’t hide the way seeing them still makes his gut twist uncomfortably. Tommy snorts beside him, bringing him back to reality. “Except Evan decided it was a good idea not to mention me until today” Eddie does a little double take, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. “Wait, you haven’t told them yet?” “I’m gonna go find Denny,” Christopher announces, bored of listening to the adults. “Is that okay, Dad?” “Yeah, of course bud. See you in a bit,” Eddie says, ruffling Christopher’s hair. The three of them watch as he shoots off, making his way towards Hen, Karen and Denny as fast as his legs can carry him. When he’s safely out of earshot, Eddie rounds on Buck again, fixing him with an incredulous look. “Seriously, Buck, in what world did you think springing this on them today was a good idea?” “That’s what I said!” Tommy says, flicking Buck a smirk as he squeezes his side. “Hey, you’re meant to be on my side!” Buck protests, elbowing Tommy in the ribs, but it’s all forgiven when Tommy brushes a light kiss against Buck’s temple.  “And I didn’t want to tell them in person, I thought doing it like this would be… easier,” Buck finishes lamely, aware of how delusional he’s sounding. “Uh huh, cause telling your parents big, life changing things has always been easy in person hasn’t it,” Eddie deadpans, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyebrow at Buck in a way that screams you’re an idiot and you know it. “Listen, I wasn’t exactly thinking -” “Clearly,” Tommy and Eddie say in unison, turning to one another with shit-eating grins as Buck gives them both a flat look, before continuing.  “- but, I didn’t want them to gripe at me and say they would have rather heard it face to face than from behind a phone.” “I think they probably would have had a go at you either way, honestly,” Eddie says with a sympathetic shrug, and he reaches over to squeeze Buck’s shoulder. Buck sighs and burrows closer into Tommy’s side, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Tommy runs his hand down Buck’s spine, rubbing at each spinous process as he encourages Buck to relax. Buck softens a little, biting back a whine as Tommy nuzzles his nose against Buck’s hairline.  “You’re probably right,” he admits with a sigh. He’d really wanted nothing more than to heal his relationship with his parents but turns out it takes more than a little lightning strike and some shitty therapy sessions to mend years of trauma.

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[sunnywiththestars]

Those Hands Pulled Me From The Earth

(WIP) But I figured if I posted a snippit, it might push me to keep writing, yes the title is from Hoizer

“Evan” Tommy.  “Hey Maddie, how are you both doing?” His voice is low and Buck wants to just rest his head against his chest to listen to the way it sounds as it rumbles from his chest.  “They said that Chim should be ready to go home in the morning,” Her voice comes out a little strained as she answers but she very quickly changes the topic. “But you two-” She says with a smile and because Buck knows exactly what she’s thinking and implying he rolls his eyes,  “Mads-” He practically whines and maybe he’d be more embarrassed about that if he didn’t feel like he was seconds from falling asleep in the most uncomfortable chair he's ever sat in. “-Should get out of here. Tommy, will you please take my stubborn brother home?”  Tommy’s chuckle sounds like music to Buck’s tired ears. 

[mellaithwen]

To hum and sway (bucktommy, 1.4k words)

[read on ao3]

Spoilers/Spec-fic for 7x06 "There Goes The Groom" After the wedding that wasn’t, and the wedding that was, after the search, and the rescue, and the drama of the day, Buck finds himself sitting in the hospital waiting room when Tommy turns up...

Now that Chimney’s been moved out of the ICU, the hospital staff have kindly set up a cot bed in his room for Maddie to get some rest beside him, while Buck stands—or rather–-sits sentry outside. While his sister clearly couldn’t have predicted she’d be reading out her vows standing between a heart-rate monitor and an IV stand, Buck’s just glad she was able to read them out to Chim at all.

A nurse shuffles past Buck down the corridor, and he pulls his legs back from where they’d been obnoxiously extended in his late-night exhaustion. He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing at the bright fluorescent lights of the waiting room before stretching his neck and shoulders until he hears a satisfying pop.

His hands clench into tight fists on either side of the chair he’s sat in, and he grips them tightly until his knuckles are white and the pain of his own nails digging into the flesh of his palms is enough to distract the guilt spiral he’s been fending off all day.

Maddie and Chimney will get their big-day. Buck will make sure of it. They’ll have the party that they rightly deserve, surrounded by their friends and family. A happy day, a calm day. The quiet, intimate ceremony in their own back garden that they’d wanted all along before losing track of the guestlist. 

But that would be later. When they were both ready, and recovered. At least for now they got to wear the rings. At least they got to call each other husband and wife. 

Finally. 

“Evan?” Buck’s head shoots up from where he’d been lying back, leaning his heavy head against the wall. 

There were so few people who called him by his given name nowadays...

His parents had long since left to do what they referred to as “damage control” with the guests and venue—since the rest of the 118 were more concerned with Maddie and Chimney than appeasing distant relatives who had traveled just so gosh darn far, Evan. 

He’d corrected Bobby almost instantly on that first day so many years ago, that his name was Buck, and besides, his captain was currently driving Mr and Mrs Lee back home for the evening after spending so many hours in the same holding pattern of he’s stable—that’s the main thing—until Chimney had finally woken up and insisted with a raspy voice, that his Captain marry he and Maddie right then, right now...

And Eddie? Eddie had only ever called him Evan the once. 

(Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t think about that moment often…)

But no, it wasn’t him either; Eddie was with Hen, roaming the corridors for a vending machine that worked until Bobby came back to bully them all into finally getting into his truck and going home. So that just left…

“Tommy? W-what are you—?”

“I came as soon as I heard he’d been found. How’s Howie doing? How’s your sister?”

Buck’s brain struggles to keep up, his software in need of an update—Tommy’s here, standing in front of him. In the hospital corridor. Buck’s phone was god knows where, and with Chimney missing and his sister losing her mind with worry, he hadn’t had a chance to think about the fact he’d accidentally ghosted his date. But here he was. Standing in front of Buck like a guardian angel who’d done more than his own fair share to help in the search—all the while still wearing the clothes he’d put on as Buck’s plus one to the wedding that never happened that morning.

This is probably the closest thing to flustered he’s seen Tommy look the whole time he’s known him, and if the circumstances were different Buck thinks he would have found it endearing—but his head’s too much of a mess to even go there right now. The soft blue shirt he’s wearing is rumpled now but Buck just knows it would have been pressed and clean to start with. The slacks and matching suit jacket are both a wooly kind of mauve. Buck thinks it would have been nice to press up against the material as they slow-danced at the end of the evening. The lights would be dimmed, while the wedding band played something slow. He wonders if his parents would have noticed. He finds he also doesn’t really care.

He remembers Maddie and Chimney’s kiss under a symphony of high-pitched beeps, and the mumbled static of a tannoy announcement requesting a doctor’s presence in triage. Jee had clapped her hands in Mrs Lee’s arms before pretending to throw invisible flowers in the air just like she’d practiced with her uncle Buck.

How’s Howie doing? How’s your sister?

“They’re—” Buck falters when he finally answers, genuinely unsure in the grand scheme of things. If he were to answer literally, he’d say they were sleeping. But emotionally? Physically?  

“They’re…”

Chimney’s in the hospital. Maddie almost lost him again, and if Buck looks down, he knows he’ll find that there’s still patches of dried blood on the sleeves of his ruined pink jacket—remnants of the day, along with the pounding behind his eyes that he just can’t seem to shake. 

Tell Maddie—

No, no Chim, don’t you dare make me do that, you can tell her yourself, okay? Just stay with me. Eddie’s gone to get help and Maddie’s waiting for you to come home— 

“They’re married!” Buck finishes with a laugh that’s incredulous only so far as the circumstances of the last twenty four hours have made him seriously question his own sanity. Or maybe that’s just the last dregs of adrenaline leaving his head in a spin.

“Bobby performed the ceremony, but Chimney wore the white-gown this time.”

He’s deflecting. He’s searching for humor, for the laugh to be had at the absurdity of it all. He’s the class clown disrupting the other kids because he didn’t hear what the teacher said and he’s trying not to panic. He’s overcompensating at the academy because he has no support system to speak of in LA, and he needs this. He wants this. He can’t flunk out. He can’t fail.

He’s pushing and pushing and pushing to see where the boundary lies, to see how far he can go before he disappoints the family he’s found at the 118. He wants to know where that line in the sand is. How long until the tide comes in? How long until he drowns?

He’s….. he’s exhausted. And when Tommy tilts his head to the side and frowns, reading Buck like an open book of sad tells, suddenly the effort to keep the mask in place is too much. His shoulders slump and Buck’s whole body hunches forward with the weight of the day pressing down on him—only to find Tommy’s arms there ready to catch him when he falls. 

“He nearly died,” Buck whispers into the crook of Tommy’s neck as he’s embraced. “Chim nearly died and if we hadn’t found him when we did….” 

His voice cracks, the words seemingly too painful to even speak into the universe. Buck can’t bear to say more, and Tommy doesn’t ask him to either, he just pulls him in closer, squeezes him that little bit tighter, and holds him there for as long as he needs. He brings his hand up to the back of Buck’s neck, gently kneads at the knot he finds there. Cradles him like he’s something precious and deserving when for so long he’s convinced himself of the opposite.

After a time, when Buck’s breathing starts to even out, the hitch in his chest seemingly dissolved into the atmosphere, and the shock has thawed enough for him to feel the soft material of Tommy’s jacket under his fingertips, he finds that Tommy has been slowly moving their bodies into a sway. Leading, just a little bit—really they’re barely moving at all—but if Buck pretends, he thinks he can hear music playing. 

“You said you wanted to dance,” Tommy says; answering the question Buck hadn’t gathered up the courage to ask yet. For the first time in hours, Buck’s mind goes quiet.

“Thank you,” he whispers a little self-consciously when the words catch in his throat. 

Thank you for coming, thank you for holding me, thank you for being here with no judgment and no expectations. Thank you for caring when we barely even know each other. Thank you for treating me kindly, for being gentle and soft when all day I’ve felt like I was being strangled with barbed wire. Thank you. 

When Tommy hums in response, Buck can’t help but lean into the embrace, finding solace in his arms. He can feel the warmth of his breath drifting along the side of his neck, soothing the goosebumps that reside there. 

And when he presses a soft kiss on the stubble of Tommy’s jaw, it tickles.

-fin.

[dangerpronebuddie]

Several Sentences Sunday!!

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Jumping wips... Again 😁. I'm trying to get the 7x06 spec done in time to actually count as a spec fic lol. So, have some sentences of a flashback Buck recalls soon after the last snippet:

Buck slammed his shoulder into the doorway and groaned through a laugh. Eddie shushed him, but couldn’t stifle a giggle of his own. “Chim’s asleep,” Eddie whispered- loudly. “We gotta be quiet.” “I would’ve been, but carrying you all the way up here isn’t exactly easy,” Buck slurred. Eddie had thrown his arm around Buck’s shoulders halfway through their rendition of You’re The One That I Want, and hadn’t moved it since. Mind you, he’d tried once when Ravi bought a round of shots, but Buck simply pulled him in closer. He didn’t really know why. “Carrying me?” Eddie squawked, causing Buck to loudly shush him. “I had to pull you out of the bushes!” Buck giggled and guided them further into the hotel room, past Chim’s suite and into the main room. “And I am eternally grateful to you, my knight in shining armor,” he said, reaching up to ruffle Eddie’s already mussed hair.

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[watchyourbuck]

ok you’ve convinced me (literally no one asked for it), ill write a 7x06 spec fic

[hawkeyefrommash]

are we okay? (1.1k)

After Maddie and Chimney get married, Buck goes to talk to Eddie about something important.

just a cute little buddie spec fic for post-7x06 :)

[jesuisici33]

Hiiiii 💕💕💕

How about this for a title:

Smashed glass and broken promises

-❤️🪐

i've had an idea of a 7x06 spec of the bachelor party with everyone drunk and Eddie asking when exactly Buck knew he wanted to date Tommy and Buck said when he kissed him (with a big dopey smile on his face) and Tommy just grins at back at him. then Eddie says "damn he must be a really good kisser for you to finally realize you're bisexual" and then at some point either Buck or Tommy jokingly suggests Eddie kiss Tommy to see how good he is and cue Eddie's gay awakening plus panicking cause he technically cheated on Marisol.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

[theshipsfirstmate]

theshipsfirstmate agent carter/agents of shield fic masterpost

Agent Carter

- Life Gets Narrower the Further You Go (AO3 - wc: 1218) - post- S2 finale PeggySous. No real plot, just feelings and fluff. “Part of her will always long to spin with Steve across a ballroom draped in red, white and blue, but now, there’s something very appealing about swaying softly in the silence of a sunny apartment.”

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

- All My Best Kept Secrets Are the Ones I Didn’t Know I Had (AO3 - wc: 3218) - post-SHIELD 7x06 and also post-Agent Carter season 2. peggysous -> daisysous. “Peggy was a woman who ran headfirst into a storm without giving so much as a thought to an umbrella. Daisy, he’s learning, is the storm itself.”

- Come On, Sweet Catastrophe (AO3 - wc: 2393) - post-7x09 dousy angst and talking and a little bit of sweetness. Because Daisy’s got some stuff to work through. "She’s had countless extra time to try and figure him out, but when, in the midst of all this chaos, did he learn to read her so well?"

- We Always Walked a Very Thin Line (AO3 - wc: 1357) - post-7x10, Daisy-centric angst fic, with a fair bit of dousy. "They’re losing. The battles, the war, their people, all of it. They’re just barely scraping by every single time and she promised herself she’d fight until the bitter end. But what if she can’t?"

- Tell Me I Got Here at the Right Time (AO3 - wc: 4378) - finale and post-finale dousy spec. What if they had to fully reset the timeline before they could take it back? What if Daisy was left out of that decision? "Daisy takes a slow, deep breath and knocks softly on the door — and three things happen. First, she hears the conversation go silent, saved for a concerned murmur. Second, Sousa opens the door and she sees him for the first time in months, handsomely square as ever in a dark grey suit and pale green dress shirt. And third, she scans the room and realizes there’s a non-zero chance that she’s about to cry in front of Peggy Carter."

- Fold Your Hands Into Mine (AO3 - wc: 2244) - A missing scene fic from the finale – Daisy and Sousa steal a moment after his almost-sacrifice. “Daisy wonders if he’s realizing it in real time, just like she is – if that’s what’s got a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, despite the seriousness of the moment. She wonders if he understands that this is the way people like them get to talk about what they mean to each other.”

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday/ Inspiration Saturday

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Okay it's Saturday here but I'm sure it's still Friday somewhere right?? HAPPY BI BUCK TO EVERYONE!!!! This fic is inspired entirely by That Kiss, and it sparked me to make a 7x06 spec fic. So, please enjoy what will hopefully be the only snippet (godwilling) of the Why Are Buck and Eddie So Dirty At Madney's Wedding fic. This snippet is from the very beginning and yes, it is Bucktommy (for now), no I will not apologise for it. Enjoy!

“You-you’ve never called me that before” he breathes. Tommy brushes the pad of his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip, releasing it from his teeth. He brushes his other hand through Buck’s hair, fingers threading through his yet-to-be-tamed curls. “What, baby?” he asks, grinning as Buck’s eyes flutter shut at the utterance of the name once again. “Is that okay?” ‘Y-yeah,” Buck nods, leaning forwards to brush their noses together again, angling his face up in an implicit request for a kiss. “I kinda liked it.” Tommy hums out a laugh and Buck feels it reverberate deep in his chest. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says softly, and he hooks his finger under Buck’s chin, just like he did the first time they kissed, and captures Buck’s lips with his. Every time he’s kissed by Tommy, Buck is introduced to a whole other side of the word “soft”. He’s had the feminine “soft” plenty of times, with the way Abby would curl into him after a long shift, or how Ali would brush his hair from his forehead with her nimble fingers, and even on the rare occasion with Taylor, when she was sleepy and would crawl into his arms and fall asleep in seconds.  With Tommy, it’s different. Tommy holds Buck like he’s a fragile egg, smoothing his thumbs over the cracks and balancing him in his palm. He’s soft in the way he holds Buck to his chest, or the way he kisses Buck’s hair while they’re watching a movie, or how he knows when Buck’s had a bad shift and needs to get out of his head for a bit, and will come over with pizza and beer and promises of kisses.  He’s soft in the way he presses his palm to the small of Buck’s back when they’re out together, but not as if he’s pushing Buck in a certain direction. More like he’s grounding Buck, showing him that he’s allowed to be out, happy, with a man.

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[dangerpronebuddie]

Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela who all wrote INCREDIBLE stuff!! 🩷🩵

The promo for 7x06 has sparked a spec fic! The outfits, the karaoke, the Madney parallels??? My mind decided to run with it. So, have some of the guys just discovering Chim is MIA:

Buck scrambled to Albert and Ravi’s suite and pounded on the door. A bleary eyed Ravi opened it and frowned at Buck. “Where's the fire?” he grumbled. “Under you, hopefully,” Buck said. “We've got to get changed and be at the venue in an hour!” Ravi's eyes bugged out like Eddie's had a moment ago. He darted back into his room, yelling at Albert to get a move on. Buck rushed to Chim's room and banged on the door. No answer. Not even a whiny complaint through the door. Buck opened the door, to find the room completely empty. Chim's tux still hung on the door, and the bed hadn't been slept in. The fancy mint from the cleaning staff still lay on the pillow. Oh shit. “Eddie!” Buck yelled. Eddie trudged to him, still trying to open his eyes fully. He'd shed his tattered jacket, leaving him shirtless except for the mauve collar of his shirt. Buck still can't remember where the shirt ended up. It was a shame too. Eddie looked gorgeous last night (which was no different than any other night, Buck’s coming to realize). “What?” Eddie rasped. Buck nodded to the empty room. Eddie leaned in the doorway. “Oh shit.” “What's going on?” Ravi asked from behind them. Eddie stepped back for him to take a look. “Oh shit,” he muttered.

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[diazsdimples]

Updating my taglist as I've never actually formally made one, and so many people have changed URLs, so please interact (like, comment, reblog) with this post to be added to my taglist when I post completed fics, tag games (WIP wednesday etc), last line tag games and post the occasional edit!

At the moment I'm currently working on:

Frostpunk AU (Buddie)

Single Dads AU (Buddie)

Sleepy Mornings (Buddie)

Sauna Sex (Buddie)

Muay Thai Sex (Bucktommy)

7x06 Spec fic (Bucktommy/ sort of Buddie)

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[watchyourbuck]

Ehiii did you end up writing that 7x06 spec fic??? I would love to read it!!

Hii! Im currently writing it, but I don’t think I’m posting this weekend! Would you like me add you to my tag list once I do?💗