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fromxxthexxashes · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Howie "Chimney" Han, Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson Additional Tags: Depressed Evan "Buck" Buckley, Worried Eddie Diaz, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan "Buck" Buckley, Depression, buck has depression, buck spirals a bit, Eddie is there for him, buck gets back into therapy, buck's feelings about maddie leaving, buck trying to pull away, eddie won't let him, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Getting Together, supportive firefam, Supportive Bobby Nash, Supportive Eddie Diaz, could be considered a holiday fic?, Christmas is mentioned, Angst, but it gets better Summary:

It starts when he breaks up with Taylor. Or maybe it starts when Maddie leaves again, when Chim tells him over and over again that he's done with him. Maybe it even starts when Eddie was shot, when Buck's entire world crumbles in front of him for the thousandth time and he can't do anything except sit back and watch.

Buck can't take everyone leaving him again, can't take being alone anymore. So this time, he leaves first.

Or he tries to. Eddie doesn't let him. When Buck pulls away, Eddie follows him. And Buck finally lets himself break.

Notes: If you’re ever in the mood for some character angst, like I sometimes am, this is a good one to read. This is Buck centric, and it deals with his mental health in a way I sometimes would like the show to do, but alas. Rest assured, there is NO Chimney or Maddie or 118 bashing in this. I would never recommend something like that. This is from Buck’s POV, so it means it leans more on his side of things, but I didn’t think the author was unfair to anyone. As well as the angst, there is forgiveness. So, it’s got a nice hopeful aspect to it too. (I also love how Eddie and Buck getting together doesn’t just magically cure Buck’s depression. I love me some accurate and not over romanticized depictions of mental health issues)

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fantasticmusicengineer · 5 months

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help to find a buddie fic

he guys I really need your help my autistic nephew has found a buddie fic that he really likes but can’t remember the name it’s basically where buck attempts suicide and one of the kids at Chris’s school over hear his mom/mum talking about how he should have survived and tells his friends so Chris tells Eddie and he reports it to her captain she then breaks into eddies house and poisons bucks drink with antifreeze could you please help me find it for him

many thanks

p.s this is most of what he remembers from it so hope it’s enough he can’t remember if it’s post lawsuit but he thinks it might be

#buddie fanfiction #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #christopher diaz #hen wilson #chimney han #bobby nash #athena grant #911fic #911 abc #buddie fic #buck x eddie #depressed Evan Buckley

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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The first time Chris asks to see Buck, Eddie doesn't hesitate before saying no. The second, third, fourth, fifth times follow immediately after, Christopher's fury growing with each denial. But Eddie doesn't budge. He'll accept the abuses hurled at him, accept the weak punches Chris throws at his chest, accept the I HATE YOU! and slammed bedroom door.

Its nothing he doesn't deserve.

The sixth time Christopher asks, teary-eyed and pleading, Eddie wavers and says not yet. Chris huffs, but he grabs onto that little bit of hope like a lifeline. Eddie doesn't have the heart to tell him that hope is useless.

See, thing is, he knows Christopher is growing up. He knows his son is old enough to handle seeing Buck in a hospital bed - or, well, maybe not handle it, but he knows he's old enough to decide when he's ready to see Buck himself. But Eddie isn't ready.

Eddie wasn't ready when he tried to haul Buck back up onto the ladder, Eddie wasn't ready when he had to relinquish Buck's life to the others with no idea what was happening, Eddie wasn't ready to see Chimney straddling Buck's torso and begging Buck to wake up, Eddie wasn't ready to watch the doctors roll a still unresponsive Buck through the glass doors, Eddie wasn't ready to see Buck cold and still with a tube down his throat.

Christopher's always been braver than him.

But, selfishly, Eddie doesn't think he could handle seeing Chris beg Buck to wake up or say-

No. Eddie knows he couldn't handle it.

And, fuck, maybe its the wrong choice to keep Chris from getting to say goodbye to another parent. Its probably, definitely the wrong choice. But Eddie can't- He just can't.

He can't do this. He can't say goodbye.

Not to Buck.

Its when an Uber pulls up to the house and he catches Christopher trying to sneak out the front door that he realises he couldn't keep them apart anymore than he could have stopped that lightning from hitting Buck.

(You could have stopped it. You could have gone up in his place. You could have been faster. You could have been the one doing CPR. You could have-)

Eddie just grabs his keys and ushers Chris towards the Jeep - a fucking jeep, really? what is it? spit on Eddie day? - waiting for them outside.

He doesn't expect Chris to celebrate, but he also doesn't expect the stony silence that suffocates them in the back of the car. When Chris sniffles, Eddie grabs his hand and lets his own tears roll down his cheeks.

He should say something, but there aren't any words for this. This much he knows.

There weren't any last time either.

Eddie doesn't really register the journey from the parking lot up to Buck's room in the ICU. Not until Christopher suddenly goes very, very still and grabs his hand.

There's not a single part of Eddie that hasn't been shattered since he pushed himself up onto shaky arms and saw Buck hanging from the ladder, still, too still, but right now its the first time he really feels like he's going to fall apart.

"He's in there?" Chris asks, voice tiny and small and so, so scared.

"Yeah, buddy," Eddie croaks, "he's in there. But you don't have to go -"

"Yes. I do." Christopher takes a deep breath and marches towards the door like he's about to walk onto a stage.

Eddie follows. After a moment.

Chris has always been braver than him.

(He hasn't been in Buck's room once. Had only looked at him from beyond the window to his room for a few moments before using Christopher as an excuse to flee. Because he's a coward.)

Eddie doesn't know why he expects Buck's room to be empty. His family is at its biggest right now, even if Eddie remains quietly suspicious of Margaret and Phillip's sudden redemption. And he knows no one would ever let him be alone for more than a bathroom break or a coffee run.

Eddie doesn't know why he's so surprised to see Hen offering Chris her chair by Buck's bedside. She's known Buck the longest - along with Bobby and Chim of course, but between Bobby's superiority and Chimney's rebar, they'd gotten closest the fastest. He doesn't know why he expected Hen to still be at home with her wife and kid.

(Maybe because he'd been desperately jealous that she had someone to shoulder the weight with her.)

The grief-stricken, knowing look Hen shoots him is enough to have his chest tightening up worse than the suit shop.

And then, Christopher reaches for Buck's hand, looking so goddamn young but so fucking determined, and Eddie thinks it'd be fucking typical of him to have a heart attack three days after Buck's heart stops.

"I-I'm sorry, I c-can't." He glances at Hen in what he hopes she understands is a plea to look out for Christopher before fleeing from the room.

His legs don't take him far. His legs were made to get him up that fucking ladder to Buck. His legs weren't made to take him away from him. So, he collapses back against the wall under the window and sinks to the floor just as the first sob racks his body.

Its a painful thing. Like its torn from the very depths of him. Like someone has used the Jaws to pry his chest open and is ripping chunks of his organs out of him.

Its a desperate thing. A prayer and a plea to a universe he doesn't believe in.

Its a quiet thing, however. Because Eddie mastered that art so well that it is deeply ingrained in him.

Its a quiet thing which is why he can still hear Christopher's voice through the thin hospital walls.

"Buck, you promised me-" Christopher's words break, and Eddie breaks with them, pressing his fists into his eyes as hard as he can. "You promised you weren't going anywhere, and you never break your promises."

Eddie doesn't remember this promise. He remembers a hundred pinkie promises between his son and his- His Buck. But he doesn't remember this one. He wonders if it was before or after the-

It was before. Eddie knows Buck well enough to know it was before.

"Wake up, Buck. Please, I-"

Eddie's a coward. He's a coward, that's why he can't get up from the floor. He's a goddamn fucking coward.

"I want my dad," Chris wails, and Eddie doesn't know how he manages it - thinks briefly of stories about mothers lifting cars off their babies - but the next thing he knows he's watching Christopher bury his face in Buck's shoulder.

The left one, not the one with the Lichtenburg figures, the one near his heart.

Eddie doesn't need to look at Hen's tear-streaked face to know that Christopher wasn't asking for him.

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buck2eddie · 1 year

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buck according to albums: inside by bo burnham

#here i am with another banger #unlike the other ones this one is more funny than depressing #evan buckley #911 fox #911 #evanbucklyedit #911edit #buck*albums

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homerforsure · 5 months

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Can I request #21 "It's alright, I'm here." for the there was only one bed/sharing a bed prompts? ☺️❤️

Only three months late! But I was feeling inspired by @andavs stunning 6 days of Buddie art (this one in particular) and I finally made some writing happen. <3

ETA: Now on AO3 because I did think of a title after all

The Second Hand Unwinds

The body holds on tight to pain. It’s a trite little phrase that Eddie’s snorted at more than once after hearing it from Frank, from well-meaning “I’ve been where you are” guys at group meetings, and from more than one physical therapist. But the fact that it makes for pretty, marketable word art, doesn’t keep it from being true.

Eddie remembers it whenever an old memory works its way out of the darkness like shrapnel coming to the surface and every time pain flares hot and fresh through scarred-over wounds. His body marks the passing of the seasons, notches carved into his bones as the years pass, and Eddie’s muscles brace themselves hard against the most devastating anniversaries of his life. Usually well before his brain has a chance to notice the date on the calendar.

Every time it happens–every time–he forgets what it feels like. He wakes up one morning and it takes him longer to get out of bed. He rubs his eyes and feels better after a shower and doesn’t think anything more of it. And then he wakes up tired the next day. And the next. Eddie wakes up in a gloom and he remembers tossing and turning so restlessly that he’s not actually sure he even fell asleep.

From there it’s a quick slide into running late, losing patience, making largely inconsequential but stupid mistakes at work. He takes one night off from cooking, then two. Christopher doesn’t go without vegetables or protein or crustless sandwiches or any of the other important parts of the preteen food pyramid but he notices the change. Mentions the change to Buck because it doesn’t occur to him to keep secrets like that (not that Eddie would really want him to) and then Eddie finds himself under the compassionate scrutiny of Buck’s gaze with no idea how to explain himself.

So he attempts a simple batch of lemon chicken to prove he’s alright. Then, when Christopher and Buck crack each other up making exaggerated sour faces at each other over the mostly inedible plates that they dutifully try to eat anyway, Eddie doesn’t laugh. He does the dishes himself and he doesn’t turn around when Buck wraps his arms around his waist from behind and rests a chin on his shoulder in a lemon-scented apology.

His body aches. It aches even when work has been easy and he’s angry and he’s fine but also not and he can’t figure out what’s wrong.

“I’m going to bed,” he says, earlier than usual. “Can you check his homework?”

“Yeah, of course,” Buck answers, getting up from the couch even though Eddie deliberately made his announcement from the far end of the living room. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Just tired.” Eddie waits and accepts the hand on his forehead as Buck checks to see how warm he is, almost looking more worried when he doesn’t find any trace of fever.

Keeping his hand on Eddie’s cheek, he asks, “You’ve been tired a lot lately.”

“Mmm.”

“You’d tell me right? If there was something wrong?”

There’s nothing Eddie can do but nod. He wishes there was something, wishes he knew how to explain it to Buck–to himself for fuck’s sake. He wishes he knew why he’s pulling himself away from Buck’s touch when he wants to melt into it until his body makes sense again.

Buck studies his face, searching for the answers that Eddie can’t give him and then he sighs, gently brushing his hair back before leaning in to kiss him just as gently. “I won’t be up late,” he says. “If you need anything…”

“I will,” Eddie promises.

Fresh spring heat has finally started warming the city and the bedroom is stifling when Eddie closes the door behind him. He cracks both bedroom windows just wide enough to let a breeze in, almost wincing as the smell of jasmine comes in with it, strong enough to make him want to sneeze like a dog does, with his full body and a shake of his head. He leaves the windows anyway, trading one discomfort for another and slides into bed, staring at the whirring blades of the fan until they morph into the shape of their longer, sharper helicopter cousins and stop Eddie’s heart in his chest.

He’s not even in the helicopter. He’s somewhere else. It’s dark and the wind is howling, splattering rain pinging off every surface like flying gravel. Eddie can see through it perfectly. None of the rain streaking down his face impacts his view of the scene at all. He sees Shannon, dressed in sunshine yellow, take a step toward him. Toward the flooded street that’s rushing with whitewater and debris. He screams. But all that comes out of his mouth is blood. When he tries to run, to stop her, to dive in, to rescue her, his legs give out beneath him and he collapses.

A wave crests over the curb and washes Shannon, blood on her clothes and blood on her face, into the river. She vanishes with a choked gasp, reaching for him, and Eddie reaches back, stretching out his hand as far as it will go. There’s blood on his fingers and pooling beneath him and he reaches and reaches, trying to pull himself up, trying to save her, to save both of them, but his body flops uselessly in the rain.

It hurts. And then it doesn’t. And Eddie knows.

He’s going to die.

He’s going to die and he never told Buck- He’s going to die and he hasn’t had enough time with Christopher. He won’t get to explain this to him. He won’t get to see him grow up. He won’t get to see Buck grow old. He’s dying. He’s dying. He’s-

Gasping, Eddie wakes up. It’s still dark; the fan is still spinning. As he struggles to sit up, he can’t get any breath into his lungs. The air is too thick with jasmine, that cloying scent that invades LA every spring, and he puts a hand to his throat like he can claw a fresh opening into his lungs.

So many of Eddie’s worst memories have come in the spring. With this smell in the air. With this light shimmering through the windows. And his body remembers.

“Eddie? Eddie, hey. Eddie, are you okay?” Buck asks, his voice cutting through the fog as one of his strong hands presses between Eddie’s shoulder blades and the other hovers over his thigh. He’s gotten to his knees somehow while Eddie’s been doing all he can just to sit upright and his body is warm and close. That scent of Buck that gets more powerful after he’s been sleeping a while pricks at Eddie’s nose and his windpipe relaxes all at once, finally letting in a mouthful of air.

“That’s it. Just breathe. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you. It was just a dream.”

Eddie can hear how hard Buck is working to keep the fear out of his voice for him and he falls in love just a little bit more in that moment. Turning into Buck’s chest, Eddie lets himself fall into his arms, shoving his freezing hands up the back of Buck’s t-shirt and trying to burrow his way inside. Buck only wobbles for a second as he takes Eddie’s weight and then he cradles him close, one hand sliding up into Eddie’s hair and the other wrapping tight around his body.

“It’s okay. It’s alright; I’m here. I’m right here. You’re safe. We’re all safe. Christopher is right down the hall. Everybody is okay.”

Effortlessly, Buck soothes the wounds he knows are most likely to be hurting badly enough to wake Eddie in the middle of the night and the gravel sound of his sleep-rough words almost brings tears to his eyes.

His body remembers this too. It knows safety and comfort and strength enough for all of his heaviness. Eddie breathes in Buck–herbal body wash and the tang of sweat, the familiarity of his skin–and, gradually, the terror of his nightmare melts into exhaustion.

“What do you need?” Buck murmurs, stroking through the hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck. “Some water? Or we could watch tv for a while?”

Buck can feel Eddie shake his head against his collarbone, but the words aren’t as far away as they sometimes are on nights like this so Eddie reaches for them. “No. Just this. Just stay with me.”

Keep holding me is what he means, but he already feels delicate enough to shred and that additional vulnerability is just a step too far. Buck understands anyway.

“Want to lay back down?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

It takes a minute–Buck’s knees protest the change as he shifts his weight off of them and the blankets are half tangled and half on the floor from the thrashing both of them have done–but eventually they fold themselves together. On their sides, facing each other, Eddie twines his fingers together with Buck’s and gets a squeeze in return, one that promises that this is something he’ll never wake up and find gone.

The chill eases from his bones and the screaming eases from his memories and Eddie tiptoes cautiously back to the edge of sleep. He’s wavering there, resisting the fall, and he feels the mattress shift and feels it creak as Buck shifts beside him.

His fingers brush Eddie’s cheek again, curling around to tilt his head forward, just the smallest bit, and then Buck presses a kiss to the top of his head. He breathes in deep, like he’s reminding himself of something too, and then there’s another kiss to Eddie’s forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers. “We’re okay.”

And all of Eddie believes.

#buddie #buddie fanfic #911 fanfic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #sharing a bed #depression #trauma #nightmares #death mention #should I post this to AO3?#I'd have to title it #I hate titling #allison writes

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thewolvesof1998 · 6 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @jeeyuns (early but its already Tuesday night for me-it's that NZ time)

This is a secret fic that I started yesterday and only one person knows about it 👀 And if all goes to plan I'll be posting it in the next few days...

He shoves his phone back into his pocket and heads for his truck. He throws his useless toolkit in the back seat before getting behind the wheel. It only takes him fifteen minutes to get home and he really wishes that he lived further away from his aunt. He sits in his driveway for a conspicuous amount of time but he can't seem to get his legs working, something akin to panic making his body feel like lead. Buck will be texting him any minute now, asking where he is, he knows how long it takes from his Tia’s, which seems like intimate knowledge but Buck’s been intertwined with his family for about as long as he has known him. Just last week he’d helped Eddie fix Tia Pepa’s back fence and afterwards they had driven home in Eddie’s truck, Buck behind the wheel and trying not to be distracted by Eddie’s hand on his clothed cock. Buck had definitely run some reds and almost caused a fender bender but it had only taken them ten minutes to get home that day.

It was supposed to be a funny, lighthearted fic but it's by me so of course it's got some angst.

tagging: @wikiangela @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33 @bekkachaos @buddierights @spagheddiediaz @911-on-abc @hippolotamus @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @malewifediaz @your-catfish-friend @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @theotherbuckley @hoodie-buck @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg @pirrusstuff @evanbegins @giddyupbuck @sammysouffle @smilingbuckley @jamespearce9-1-1 @carrierofthepaperclips @callmenewbie

#my adhd has been kicking my butt the last few days and not in the fun manic way but the brain fog depressed kind way #I'm surprised I had the spoons to write yesterday at all but inspiration struck #(the day before I literally wrote 51 words- a record low for this nanowrimo)#this is all to say I will get to all of your seven sentences Sundays soon I can't wait!!#9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #thewolvesof1998 writes #wip #tease tidbit Tuesday #wolf's secret fic

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mischiefbuckley · 13 days

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how I’ve managed to watch 911 twice (on the first rewatch) in one month is beyond me at this point

#lol the depression/brain rot is insane #more of steph’s random thoughts #911 #911 show #911 tv show #911 abc #911 season 7 #911 s7 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie

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gayofthefae · 18 days

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Margaret homophobically side-eyeing Phillip about Buck...Yeah, that checks out...

#margaret buckley #phillip buckley #the buckley parents #evan buckley #and he didn't give a shit as he should #911 abc #them not coming to his future wedding to a man would be an incredibly depressing but incredibly real and in character with their doug histo #y plotline #tevan #911 spoilers

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mulderfiles · 10 months

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“He’s still scared out of his mind. He’s not the only one.” // “…I pulled them out. But I didn’t save them. … I’m afraid. [Okay… what are you afraid of?] That I’m never going to feel normal again.”

#tw: death #tw: depression #tw: ptsd #tw: suicide #911 fox #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #oliver stark #ryan guzman #buddie #buck x eddie #buck and eddie

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courdorygirl · 1 month

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I have not sunk this deep into a fandom in many many years but I am absolutely here for it.

#buck x tommy #tevan #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 on abc #fan fiction #grief induced depression is a helluva thing #Oh tumblr how I've missed you #no i won't elaborate #glad to be back

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vessel-full-of-stories · 1 year

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Kid.

#911 fox #911 on fox #evan buck buckley #bobby nash #911fox #every time bobby calls buck kid #this doesnt mean i dont have beef with the portrayal of their father-son relationship #not the fanon one #the canon one #i want to rant about it but its depressing to think about sometimes #6x10 is giving me hope the writers are finally gonna do something about it but i wont trust it until i see it

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unrealisticlea · 2 months

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also why wouldn’t you tell your boybestie you broke up with your girlfriend until he asks you directly about it. sounds weird. sounds suspicious.

#like a fun reason #not the real one which is very depressing #he thinks he’s failed again and he’ll never make someone stay #buck #loml #evan buckley #911 abc

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evankinard · 2 years

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buck in the locker room trying to act normal while he asks hen the secret to true happiness

#would someone with depression do THIS #911 spoilers #911 fox #evan buckley #this pic is NOT my edit btw sorry to whoever i stole it from once upon a time

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buck2eddie · 9 months

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the hardest part is knowing when to let go / happy birthday @buckleyseddie <3

#ANDDDDD ANOTHER ONE <3 #cause you deserve a 5sos one as well!!!#i thought about doing ghost of you cause it's your favorite but i was struggling with how to do it without being TOO depressing #couldn't do it so i went with babylon which i know you also love so <333 #mwah happy birthday love youuuuuu #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddieedit #911 #911 abc #911edit #lyrics #m*edits #the 5sos/911 agenda continues!

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theotherbuckley · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by: @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life 💖💖

Okay so I’m mad because I just woke up to all these tags for WIP Wednesday only to realise it’s actually Thursday for me because time zones. Actually I feel like that should be a good thing it means it’s closer to the end of the week. Damn ignore my ramblings 😭.

So I haven’t had time to write any more Buck running fic stuff because uni has been crazy and I’m exhausted. But,, here’s some of a different fic which I have actually posted snippets before. It’s basically a depressing fic set in s5 when Maddie, Chim, and Eddie have left. I’ve written quite a lot of this fic a while ago but I’m not entirely happy with it. Alas, here it is.

Eddie gets shot on a Thursday. In broad daylight, and Buck is right there. And all he can do is watch. Eddie gets shot on a Thursday and Buck thinks that’s the moment it all started— when everything got bad again.

Because Eddie gets shot and Buck just stands there, frozen. With his blood splattered on his shirt, on his face, in his mouth. There is just something so wrong, he thinks, with knowing what his best friend’s blood tastes like before he even knows what his lips taste like, what his— It’s just all wrong.

Maybe it started before that, when he found out the truth about his entire existence. That he was just nobody. Just spare parts, created for a child that his parents might’ve actually loved. That he couldn’t even do the one thing he was made for; couldn’t even save his own brother.

It’s like his life finally made sense; why he was so screwed up. He was defective parts that nobody ever really wanted, just a means to an end, and he had failed at even that. So maybe it was then that things started getting bad again.

Or maybe it was the lawsuit, when nobody could even look him in the eye. Maybe it was when Eddie was yelling at him. You’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting.

Maybe it was the tsunami, where he lost Christopher. Sometimes he still wakes up screaming his name.

Or maybe it’s just that everyone is leaving. Again.

But no, he thinks, it was the shooting where everything just started crashing right back down.

Because Eddie was shot on a Thursday.

And now it’s months later and Buck still lies awake at 3am because he’s back there and he’s frozen and he’s watching his— Eddie get shot, 6 feet in front of him, and he’s just there and why wasn’t it him?

Why wasn’t it him?

Every time he closes his eyes it's all just red. Every time he closes his eyes he’s stuck watching as his best friend bleeds out on the road whilst he’s pushed to the ground by Captain Mehta and all he can do is just stare.

And Eddie’s reaching out to him, and people are screaming, he thinks, but for some reason it's all just so quiet. And he can’t do anything.

Except in his dreams Buck never does roll under the fire truck. He can’t move, can’t do anything except watch Eddie die.

And all he can think is why wasn’t it him.

Tagging: @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddiediaztho @jesuisici33 @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @jeeyuns @bucksbirthmark @giddyupbuck @eowon @elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @king-buckley @rainbow-nerdss @cal-daisies-and-briars <3 also anyone else who I missed or anyone who wants to share.

#wip wednesday #depressing Buck fic #911 abc #evan buck buckley #911 fandom #911 wip #911 fic #911 fanfic

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