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loserdiaz · 5 months

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tagged by the lovelies @spotsandsocks @giddyupbuck @daffi-990 @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @buckaroosheart @eowon @evanbegins thank u!

this friday i said fuck it and started the ballad of songbirds and snakes buddie au i've been wanting to write since i saw the movie. (eddie will be nothing like snow, i promise. he's more like sejanus plinth) (also what does suzanne collins have with naming her characters with anus lmao)

here's a moodboard!

and a lil snippet (it's literally all i've written so far) <33

For the first time since the games were created the tributes would be assigned mentors. Twenty-four of the Academy’s best and brightest seniors have been tapped for the job.

Eddie fantasizes for a few seconds about refusing.

He knows it wouldn't help the tributes, though. The peacekeepers would most definitely drag him out and beat the shit out of him or— Eddie isn't sure if it would be possible but the president might want to make an example out of him and throw him into the arena along with all the other tributes. So, he stays silent and lets the guilt consume him. “And last but least, District Twelve girl, Maddie Buckley. . . she belongs to Eddie Diaz.” Eddie looks up to see a terrified girl— she couldn't be older than eighteen, this probably was her last year with her name in the reaping, what are the odds. She looks a little worn down, with some dirt on her cheek and what looks like an almost faded black eye. Her lips are visibly trembling as she takes slow steps towards the stage. And then—

"Stop! Stop!" A voice breaks through the thick silence and hands appear from the crowd. A few seconds later a boy is running towards the girl, being stopped by peacekeepers just seconds before he can reach her. "Maddie! Maddie!"

He has dirty blonde hair and eyes so wide and a dark blue that reminds Eddie of a relentless, force of nature, kind of storm. He looks a little skinny but Eddie gets glimpses of muscles under the two sizes too big shirt he's wearing when the officers pull him back and the piece of clothing stretches against the guy's chest.

The boy keeps screaming, his voice becoming hoarse, breaking everytime he speaks. "I volunteer! Let me volunteer!" The boy keeps fighting against the peacekeepers and the girl is now being held back but her arms are stretched out and reaching for him.

"Can he do that?" Chimney leans in, whispering so only Eddie can hear. "Can there be two boys as tributes?"

Eddie can't look away from the screen. He sees one of the peacekeepers punch the boy but that doesn't even deter him in the slightest.

"I'm not sure. I mean, maybe?" He frowns. "I guess the Capitol only needs kids to kill each other. Why does it matter if they're a boy or a girl, right?" He wouldn't be able to stop the bitterness and anger from slipping into his voice even if he tried. "Yeah,I guess you're right." Eddie watches as his dad and Jeffery Hudson, the creator of the games, talk in hushed whispers. It feels like an eternity until the cameras focus back on district 12.

"After careful consideration, we've decided to accept this boy's eager willingness and embrace him into the 10th Hunger Games." The announcer says. "District Twelve boy, Evan Buckley… belongs to Eddie Diaz. May the odds be ever in your favor."

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#tbosas au #the hunger games au #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #my writing #buddie wip #911 wip #911 abc #911 on abc

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hippolotamus · 5 months

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Several Sentence Sunday 🥃

tagged by @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela (please visit their snippets if you haven't done so... i promise it's very worth it)

was feeling angsty today and apparently all i do these days is visit various WIPs.... here's one i started over the summer based on The Great Gatsby quote 'I wish I had done everything on earth with you'.

It was a Tuesday morning. Eddie was running late. He had spent the better part of the night thinking about his now empty house, wondering how Chris was settling in and fighting the urge to call or text every five minutes. Naturally that had meant he finally fell into a deep sleep just before his alarm went off. So, he snuck into the station, bleary-eyed and in desperate need of caffeine, hoping no one would notice. Well, maybe one person. One person who would already have a black coffee with a splash of half-and-half ready in his favorite mug. That fantasy couldn’t have been further from the nightmare that awaited him. Buck’s locker was empty, there were no traces of him in Eddie’s locker either. The red and white name tag was removed from over his turnout cubby. All of it was just- gone. Vanished. Like Evan Buckley was never there. A goddamn ghost who haunted Eddie, even after he finally resurfaced at another station far from the 118. A phantom who stopped answering his calls or showing up for celebrations on the Grant-Nash patio. “H-hey, Eds.” But now here he is. A specter who has the audacity to show his face at Hen and Karen’s anniversary party and approach Eddie with a too familiar nickname. “Buck,” Eddie replies as cordially as possible without turning around. He focuses his attention on the cocktail in his hand, condensation sweating down the sides. On the pink, white and orange streamers hung from the ceiling, joined together in criss crossing arcs. Not on the voice he would know anywhere, or the way he has to fight the urge to turn around and run. Whether it’s toward his former best friend or away, he’s not exactly sure. “How are you?” Eddie’s body stiffens, his hand clenching around the plastic cup fighting to remain whole in his grasp. How are you???? Is Buck serious right now? He takes a deep breath, making his shoulders rise and fall in a way that Buck can’t possibly not notice. A bitter laugh escapes, falling from his lips. “‘How are you’. That’s your opener?” Eddie holds up his drink in a mock cheers, not knowing or caring if Buck saw. “Good to know your charming personality is still intact.”

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#seven sentence sunday #not even pretending it's 7 tho #buddie wip #some kind of ex-something or other to lovers i guess #buck might've run away after chris went to college #because y'know chris was the glue holding them together and what would eddie possibly want with him???#poor confused golden retriever boy #fic: everything on earth #hippo writes #there's another snippet around here but god knows where

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mvltisstuff · 11 months

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dreaming of you - e.b

summary: what if the lightning strike killed buck, and y/n and the 118 were left to pick up the pieces?

evan buckley x reader

prepared to make ppl sad!!! this is one of my favorite pieces, i hope you enjoy <3

y/n’s hand was being gripped by maddies, staring at the useless ring on her finger. the one that had become so agonizing in the snap of a finger. they sat in the pews together, surrounded by his family and her own. the 118. her eyes were glued to the wooden box at the front of the church.

the second that intubation entered bucks mouth, everyone knew it wasn’t coming back out, unless it was to finish him off. the lightning strike had hit him at the perfect time, stopping his heart and doing irreparable damage to his brain cells. she knew his exact condition. she repeated it in her head over and over again until it was engraved in her mind like an oath. she swore to marry him, she swore that she would walk down the isle and meet him at the end. all of those promises had been demolished as a result of the storm.

she was completely numb, like she had novacane all over her body. she felt nothing from the monitor connected to buck had made a deafening beep, that failed to cease. buck was her lifeline, her source of energy and he was gone. he was dead, and there was nothing she could do. she felt like god was laughing at her. making a mockery of her by taking him away from her.

whenever someone hears about the five stages of grief, it’s often in a tv show or somewhere in the media. everyone forgets about it up until the moment of loss. there is no possible way to prepare yourself for the reality that is a smack across the face from heaven.

stage one • denial

bucks side of the bed was cold like the winter breeze in the morning. it was painful to touch, feeling like a sting in the heart. y/n couldn’t stop herself from reaching over to place her hand on him, until her hand confronted the empty sheets below her hand. every single day, she came home from that current distraction to see him, and would spend minutes searching for him. minutes, only to realize that he died.

death is a wild thing. a sick and twisted, but inevitable thing. from the moment a person is born, they’re dying. you cannot prevent death. everyone has different definitions to death.

death

/deTH/

noun

1. the state of being dead

2. the permanent ending of vital processes

3. the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.

eventually, y/n removed his pillows in avoidance of any reminder of buck. she was practically in hiding from her fiancés state like a wanted person.

stage two • anger

y/n was forced to look in the mirror every day. she had to go to work and look presentable. the only thing she felt was rage. rage for everyone who let this happen. when a person doesn’t have control in their life, stress and fear arise. she couldn’t control what happened to buck. she couldn’t have stopped him from climbing up that ladder. some resentful part of herself wanted it to be her. pissed, she scowls at herself for even falling in love with him.

her life was becoming overcomplicated with the bitterness she had from bucks death. she silently cursed the doctors, when she knew deep down that they did their very best. not everyone can be saved. she swore to the skies, yelping out in agony from the loss of her love.

step three • bargaining

sitting on the dewy grass in front of the headstone, y/n picked the wilting petals off a flower that had grown next to him. she zoned off into a reenactment of the night. buck climbed onto the ladder. the thunder roared. the hoses were turned on. the lightning came down. the lightning brought buck with it.

she wanted to reverse time like a record. she wanted to run up on that ladder and take the strike. she wanted to take the power of electricity and move the strike off his strong, but fragile body. she begged someone, anyone, to turn back the calendar and bring her back to that day. to halt him from speeding up the ladder with his sweet grin and motivated personality. it had been stolen from her grasp before she could even react and scream his name.

some might call it selfish, but she even asked them to take her and bring him back. he was so beyond loved in this world, and he had so much left to do. the fact that she had to give it up and sign the papers was the worst part of it all. she wanted to sneak into the hospital files and erase her stupid signature. the ink that took her best friend away.

step four • depression

chores.

everything in life became a chore. waking up was exhausting. when y/n opened her eyes, she was disappointed, like someone had broken bad news to her. she had been taking time off work, not being able to shake her foggy mind of his face. she stopped getting dressed in the morning. she wore sweatpants and baggy shirts all day. y/n had abandoned herself trying to give her life back to buck. she wanted to live her life for him, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the house.

the dinners and gifts had been nonstop to her house, being left on her doorstep or knocking to hand it directly. she had been checked on by hen, who was bombarded with the scent of whiskey. she swore she didn’t drink that much too often, just enough to take a little bit of the torment away. the 118 helped her constantly by cleaning her house, putting away gift baskets. she couldn’t bring herself to push away from them. the greatest people in bucks life were the 118. they allowed him to make a home there, and he would despise it if she distanced herself.

stage five • acceptance

beating avoidance is a huge step to accepting someone dying. bucks drawers had been stocked full of his items, his products were spread out on the bathroom counter. his favorite coffee was in the cabinet and his shoes were still by the door.

y/n finally decided to stop the affliction of cleaning his belongings out. she forced herself out of bed and swiped all of his things into a box to bring to the shelters. somehow, she managed to bring the clothes out and take in his refreshing scent. they forever smelt like him the same way her house would be intoxicated with it. no air freshener could cover up the torturing aroma.

she refolded all of the clothes the same way he would’ve liked, placing them on the bed, and into a box. there were so many things that she couldn’t bring herself to donate. his jewelry, his books, his coffee. some part of her was ready to face the reality.

her bare feet stepped onto the balcony, glaring at the orange and yellow sky with hints of pink. buck loved sunsets, and a part of her knew he had put that there for her. you always hear that they’re watching over you, but it sure didn’t feel like it. you want to think that, and maybe it’s a placebo effect. it wasn’t until y/n imagined herself back at the beach with buck, watching the sun cascade below the horizon, that she realized it was true.

the way the color reflected in her eyes reminded her of the way bucks blue eyes shined. the way his perfect teeth had glimmered in the light and even any time he smiled. buck woke up for her every day with a smile on his face. it will never make sense how someone can be so loving to the world around him. it will never make sense how that was stripped from the earth.

death is something that no one can answer. why does it happen and how can you face it? there is no facing death. you will never win. its like a game of pinball, no matter how many shots you take, you lose in the end. the arena falls down around you and the world you thought you knew so well changes completely. you don’t get rid of death and you don’t beat it. you learn to cope with the damage. losing someone is not for the weak or the strong. it’s not for the civilians and not for the superheroes. live for the dead, and portray their strength through you.

y/n’s heart beats for buck. she woke up for him and went to bed with him. she came out of every burning building to be with him and she would fight every single war to have him. there is no changing what’s within her, and he is a part of her now. and that is something death will never be able to take away.

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half-bakedboy · 20 days

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wrote my first coda fic in... too many months. i'm so happy my writing has been rejuvenated with this episode. god, how i've missed being in the minds of Evan "Buck" Buckley and Eddie Diaz. a sneak peak (cause i need validation to actually post this al;sdjflk;asd)

“Your Tommy?” Buck tastes the bitterness on his tongue like he’s got a mouthful of Eddie’s too-hoppy beer that refuses to settle in his stomach. “I just meant—” Eddie cuts himself off as if he knows it’s too late for excuses. “I didn’t think you guys were that close.” “We ended up real close,” Buck jokes, an attempt at pushing down the awkwardness in the conversation. He swears he hears Eddie inhale sharply like there’s something painful in the words. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t know what to do with this feeling, and all I wanted to do was tell you.”

#buddie #writing #911 on abc #buddie fic #vaguely bucktommy but not enough to tag #sneak peek #911 fic #911 spoilers #coda fic

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ravens-words · 21 days

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heart is yours (AO3)

In which Tommy and Buck break up, and Buck and Eddie are oblivious idiots in love.

"So," Tommy drawled out, closing the door to the loft behind him.

Buck stopped by the dining table, looked back at him. He seemed more than a little confused at the distance between them.

Tommy didn't blame him.

Usually, at this point of their date night, he'd have Buck pinned against a wall or a door or, on one memorable occasion, the stairs. Not tonight though.

No, tonight he suspects he's only getting some bitter truths and kissing any chance of a relationship with Evan Buckley goodbye.

"Tommy?" Brows furrowed, eyes wide and earnest, Buck hesitantly steps forward towards him. "Hey, what's going on?"

He lets Buck close the distance between them, lets him settle his big hands on his waist, and he closes his eyes when the younger man kisses him- soft, hesitant and a little desperate.

For a few seconds, he contemplates just letting it go. Maybe if he doesn't rock the boat, he'll get to keep him. Maybe he wouldn't lose the first person he could see a future with in a long time. He kisses him back, softly, gently, but then he pulls away.

"Wh-what's going on, Tommy?"

He could ignore what he saw tonight. He could ignore what he'd seen two weeks ago, on the double date with Eddie and Marisol, he could ignore all the little signs and tells he'd chosen not to dwell on before.

He could continue to kiss Buck like there's no tomorrow.

But- Tommy was many things, delusional is not one of them.

Tommy placed his hands on Buck's chest, pushed him away gently. Then-

"We need to talk."

It took all of five minutes for Tommy to realise Evan Buckley had no clue about his own feelings for Eddie.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I don't think I can be in a relationship with you, knowing I'm not your- well, your priority."

Buck huffed in frustration. "What does that even mean, Tommy?"

"Evan, you just cut our date short because Eddie called and asked for help."

"He didn't know I was on a date or he wouldn't have called," he protested.

Tommy stared at him, willing him to realise what he'd just said. All he got in response was a look of indignation; as if Tommy is being unreasonable.

"Would you have cut a night with Eddie and Christopher short if it had been me calling you for help?"

He hesitated. It was for a split second, but it was enough.

"O-of course I would, Tommy! You know I care about you."

"But will I ever measure up?"

"To who?" Buck is full on angry now, face red and breathing hard. He already knew the answer, but Tommy said it out loud anyway.

"To Eddie."

Buck was already shaking his head. "You don't have to. There's no competition here, Tommy."

"But if there was, he'd win, right?"

Buck reeled back, blinking at him. Tommy nodded and turned, hand on the knob.

"Can we please just talk about this?"

"What's there to talk about, Evan? Look, let's not make this into something it's not. We dated, it didn't work out. It's that simple."

Buck's shoulders slumped, and Tommy actually felt bad for how upset the other man looked. He let go of the door handle and walked closer. "Hey," he held his face in his hands, forcing him to look at him, "no hard feelings."

"I really thought I could make this work, Tommy," he admitted, "I really thought I could-"

"I thought so, too, but- Buck, it's not fair. Not to me, not to you, and not to Eddie."

Tommy saw a flash of fear in Buck's blue eyes, before resignation took its place. "Can't we just try? I promise I'll do better."

Tommy pursed his lips before shaking his head. "I can't be your constellation prize."

Buck let out a shaky breath, lips red and soft-looking. Tempting. So, he took a deep breath and smirked- "last one for the road?"

Buck's confusion lasted only for about five seconds, before it was replaced by a hungry look as he licked his lips and leaned in.

Tommy, selfish bastard that he is, took his time. He kissed him; long and hard and deep, then he kissed him again-

"Call me, if things ever change."

Then he forced himself to walk away.

He didn't stop seeing Buck.

No, on the contrary, he was suddenly everywhere.

On calls.

In the gym Tommy went to.

In their fire department events.

It didn't exactly hurt to see him, but he can't say it's exactly fun.

He bumped into Eddie at a bar.

The man was alone, obviously doing his best to drown his sorrows, so Tommy made his way over to him, sitting on the stool beside him.

It took Eddie a solid minute to notice him.

He did a double take, unfocused eyes widening at the sight of Tommy being there and grinned widely. His cheeks were flushed, eyes crinkling at the corners.

He was beautiful like this, and in that moment, Tommy understood Buck all too well.

"Tommy!" Eddie exclaimed, beer sloshing in his bottle as he leaned forward to clumsily wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Haven't seen you in a while."

Tommy snorted. I wonder why, he thought looking at him pointedly.

Eddie didn't notice. "I guess Buck got me in the divorce?"

Tommy almost choked on his drink. He spluttered, staring at the man who acted as if he hadn't said a thing. "He told you, huh?" He choked out.

Eddie shrugged. "Like pulling teeth, but I got it out of him."

"Is that why you're here?"

Eddie seemed confused. Shaking his head, he slumped against the bar. "I'm here because Marisol broke up with me."

Tommy winced. "Why?"

"Apparently, I'm too closed off," he muttered bitterly. "The hell does that even mean?"

"I don't know, man."

Eddie's not done. "It's not like opening up to strangers about my "trauma" is that easy. We've only been dating a couple of months, what did she expect, a full on debrief of every little thing that has happened to me?"

Tommy shook his head. "Of course not-"

"And what the hell is their problem with Buck?!" He exclaimed.

Tommy felt dread settle in the pit of his stomach. He could already tell where this was headed.

"So what if I consult him about things concerning Christopher? So what if he's Christopher's emergency contact- he's mine too! And, yes, he cooks for us and sometimes he spends the night when we stay up too late watching a movie, but don't friends do that?"

"Not any of mine," Tommy muttered.

Eddie looked offended.

"Look, man, I gotta be honest with you, you and Buck- what you guys have goes way beyond friendship. It's not necessarily the things you mentioned but it's all cumulative, you know?"

He seemed adorably confused so Tommy took pity on him. "Let me put it this way; in the future, if you meet someone you love and you marry them and you're happy with them- would you ever change your will so that they'd become Christopher's legal guardian instead of Buck? Would you ever put them as his emergency contact?"

"No." The answer is immediate. No hesitation. He didn't even have to think about it.

Tommy nodded. "Then maybe you need to think about why that is."

The invite to Bobby and Athena's for a barbecue was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. He didn't think he would ever be considered family the way the 118 were, but he figured if anything at least he would have more people in his life he could call friends.

It also meant seeing Buck again, which was also a plus. He knew where they stood, but that didn't mean they couldn't have some fun, provided they're both single and willing.

He's greeted at the door by Athena and Bobby, then by everyone else once he made it out onto the backyard. Chim and Maddie were playing with their daughter, Athena and Bobby standing over by the grill, Hen and Karen were talking in hushed tones, eyes only for each other and then- then there was Buck, Eddie and Christopher. The two men were standing shoulder to shoulder, looking down at the boy like he was the most precious thing in their world. Buck said something that made Christopher laugh, and when Eddie looked at him, he looked so unbelievably besotted by him that it made Tommy ache with want.

Seeing them like this almost made him want to retreat back into the safety of his small apartment, because it's glaringly obviously that Tommy stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Tommy!"

Buck came bounding over, hesitating only briefly before he wrapped his arms around Tommy in a short hug. Eddie materialised at his back only a few seconds later. "Hey, Ev- Buck, how's it going?"

"Good, good. You?"

Tommy just shrugged, looking down.

That was when he noticed it.

They were holding hands.

His head snapped back up. "Are you two-?"

Buck grinned, nodding.

Tommy smiled back, completely happy, but also a little sad. "Good for you."

Eddie looked over to Buck, smiling softly. "It took us a while, and the paperwork was a bitch, but- it all worked out in the end."

"I'm glad it did. I'm happy for you both."

"It was thanks to you, you know," Buck blurted out.

"Yeah," Eddie agreed, "I mean, I'd like to think we would've eventually gotten our heads out of our asses, but- you helped speed up the process."

"By a lot," Buck enthused.

Tommy chuckled, ducking his head. "Glad I could help."

Buck was about to say something but stopped when he spotted something over Tommy's shoulder that had him grinning ear to ear.

"Josh," he called out, "perfect timing." Then he bounded over, leaving him with Eddie.

Eddie, who was avoiding his gaze at all cost.

"What's going on, Eddie?"

"I had nothing to do with it," he blurted out holding his hands up.

"Nothing to do with what?"

"Tommy!" Buck called out as he came bounding over, all but dragging another man behind him. "Tommy, meet Josh, he works at dispatch. Josh, this is Tommy, he's a firefighter."

The other man looked ready to murder Buck, but once he turned to look at Tommy, he was all smiles. Tommy felt a flutter of something as he shook Josh's hand with a smile of his own.

Buck, as subtle as a freight train, grabbed Eddie and dragged him away, calling over his shoulder: "you two talk, we'll be over- there."

"Well, he's subtle," Josh commented, and Tommy laughed.

"So, dispatch, huh..."

Two weeks later, Buck asks him if he's willing to go on a double date.

This one goes a lot better than the last one.

#buddie #911 spoilers #ejwritesbuddie

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bidisasterevankinard · 7 months

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Wip Wednesday

Tagged by @giddyupbuck <33333 (I can't wait to read your Eddie whump) and @forthewolves (looking disrespectful at your smut) <333333

Secret fic was kind of guessed by my wife @hippolotamus and well I explained it to @thewolvesof1998 and some of you send me to jail so I revel secret.

It's amnesia fic : Eddie loses only one year of his life after head injury on the call, but this year starts exactly some days before lightning so Eddie doesn't remember Buck's death and coma and can't remember he understood his feelings, their confession and plan for first date

here is poor Eric dealing with Eddie's mess (and some angst for Eddie. not only Buck struggle)

Eddie laughs and he thinks it’s nice to talk with Eric. He’s funny and interesting and makes Eddie feel good, and all those feelings from the gym only grow right now in this cafe. Eddie definitely can think about a second date.

“Well, it’s so crazy. I remember once we were with all the team on the TV because Taylor Kelly decided that 118 can make her popular. Well, we kind of did,” Eddie with bitterness remembered his interview was one of the reasons redhead has her time at Channel 8.

“Wait, you’re from 118?” green eyes look at him with with great interest and surprise.

“Yes,” Eddie answers with a little question in his voice cause he can sense how Eric’s interest goes to not him, but something else. Like he expects Eddie to tell him the best gossip of his life.

(more under cut to save dash)

“OMG,” Eric almost jumps in his seat and bends closer to him and asks with excitement, “is it true that the guy who was struck by lightning almost a year ago and died for three minutes came back for work? Like real firefighting. How’s his name mmmm, oh yes, Evan Buckley.”

Eddie feels like it’s him, he was struck by lightning right now. Because it’s not possible he could forget Buck dying. But-but if it was almost a year ago it means it gets into a zone that he still can't remember.

Zone where details of his life that just don't puzzle in the picture in his head. And now he can tell why he feels sick even trying to remember it. Why when he tried hard to concentrate on the dates he felt nauseous.

Buck was dead. Buck was dead for three minutes. "AND SEVENTEEN SECONDS," someone inside his head is screaming it, someone whose voice is so similar to his own. But his voice screams with such pain that Eddie has never heard. Unless only when shouting towards the sunsets mourning Shannon alone.

His mouth is filled with the taste of ozone, and pain is felt in his body as if he fell unsuccessfully, and then later he sees it.

Such a familiar body that doesn't move and hangs so high above him. He hears his voice shouting “Buck”, feels dead weight in his hands, and feels like he wants to feel it closer, but he can't and he has to lower it, feels the steering wheel in his hands and hears all the prayers that he knows with a mixture of an internal timer counting down every second of hell, feels like the ribs are breaking but he would prefer to only hug them tightly, feels trapped near the ward, not daring to enter, hears the sound of Chris's voice talking to Buck, who does not answer him. And then he feels relieved when looking into insanely beautiful ALIVE blue eyes.

At this moment, he feels like his breathing is knocked down and as he is clearly struggling for air, he is working to calm down, trying to push air through the vice in his chest, squeezing him so hard that he's ready to scream in pain.

Gradually his breathing returns to normal and he meets the frightened green eyes.

“I’m so sorry, but I need to go,” he throws all the cash he has and runs outside, already taking out the car keys.

He needs to see Buck.

tagging @alyxmastershipper @jeeyuns @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @theotherluciferr @wikiangela @hippolotamus @911onabc @transbuck @fatedking @fortheloveofbuddie @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @bekkachaos @monsterrae1 @lover-of-mine @loserdiaz @mandzuking17 @gayarthur @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @cowboy-buddie @watchyourbuck @eddiediaztho @pirrusstuff @heartshapedvows @devirnis @rogerzsteven @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @wildlife4life

#fic: you can't forget love #now i abandon it to write bra fic and who knows when come back #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #my wips

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