Part Two of Count My Little Scars has officially been started! Time for Alternate Reality vs. Hospital times...
Evan Buckley has a schedule whether he likes it or not. Typically, it’s firmly in the not column, the man all but ready to climb out of his skin when his alarm goes off in the morning. It’s like he’s ready to vibrate out of his skin at all times, an unrest buzzing that he can’t quite put a name to. Pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck, he tries not to fidget, but finds it difficult. It’s worse than most days, like the ones where Evan nearly goes to his secret storage unit on Bullfinch Ave. where he keeps his bike out of the watchful eyes of those around him.
“Evan, stop fidgeting.” Margaret whispers as she passes him, carrying a bottle of wine that she had just procured from the fridge. “Your collar’s fine.”
Evan disagrees, but he knows there’s really no use arguing. It feels like it’s choking him, holding his throat until he can’t breathe, but he wonders if that is just how he’s felt his entire life. The figure next to him nudges his side and gives him a look that clearly states ‘can you believe we have to do this?’ which makes him feel a little better, but he places his hands under the table and sits on them all the same.
The entire situation is weird. They barely traveled growing up, and now the entire Buckley clan is around a table in an AirBnb in Los Angeles, pretending that this is something that happens regularly. Sitting on his hands is helping settle the nerves, Evan doing his best to breathe through his nose.
He has a schedule. And rules. These were often explained rather forcefully when he was younger, but somehow the railings became natural as life went on. He spent his life unable to breathe, ready to crawl out of his skin, and that was okay because it was what was expected of him. Because there was no room for anything else.
“I want to make a toast.” Phillip says, scooting the chair out from the table, the wood scraping against the tiles, scratching at Evan’s ears. “For this momentous occasion.”
At five in the morning, Evan’s alarm goes off. He presses the snooze button exactly one time, eventually rolling his exhausted body out of bed and down the stairs to Maddie’s old room, that his parents converted to a gym when she moved out.
“We all know why we’re here and in L.A., but—” Phillip chokes for a moment, coughing into his hand. Evan can see the water in his eyes and for a moment remembers why he does everything he does. “But this has been a long time coming. I think we can all agree.” Those around the table laugh.
After running for forty-five minutes, Evan switches to weights. He tries to keep as quiet as he can while his family sleeps, setting the heavier and heavier weights down gently after each rep. He goes until his muscles scream, until the buzzing under his skin quiets. Until the voices that he’s fought in his head his entire like stop scream.
“We are here, not for our first time in a hospital,” Phillip continues and the laughter continues. “Certainly not our first. But for a special one. Because our Daniel is finally getting his transplant!”
Whoops around the table grow and Evan has to do his best not to flinch at the noise, his hands starting to lose feeling. Daniel turns to him, a half-hearted smile on his face, like he knows. His older brother always has, no matter the situation. It’s enough to quell that voice in his head that is a little too vicious, a little too loud for his own well-being. Parts.
“All the tests, all the waiting—”
Waiting. Evan tilts his head down. It isn’t an explicit dig at him, but enough to sting. It would’ve been sooner, if he hadn’t broken the schedule and been a little bit reckless. Always reckless. Selfish. Not thinking of what he was made for.
After working out, Evan takes a shower and quickly grabs a protein bar from the cupboard. He’s never been great at cooking, the majority of his meals coming from leftovers from his parents or something that comes in bar form. He gets ready for the day, messing with his hair long enough to get his curls to tame because his mother has never really liked the fact that it made him always look young.
“—and finally we’re here! Daniel getting his transplant, and from none other than his younger brother, Evan.”
People continue to cheer and Evan isn’t entirely sure why. It’s not a surprise that the kidney would come from him, it was always the plan, it was what he was meant to do. Bowing his head under the scrutiny, Evan gives the tablecloth a smile for something to do, feeling Daniel knock his knuckles against his thigh under the table. When Evan looks at his brother, he’s giving him an encouraging look, as if to say it is a big deal. How can it be, if it was what he was born to do?
“Our miracle baby.” Margaret assents, and Evan thinks it’s supposed to sound loving, but that nasty voice starts to grow.
Parts parts parts.
He then drives fifteen minutes to the accounting firm, because his job can’t be dangerous. It can’t be unpredictable. He has to be careful. He has a purpose. A purpose he was born for, that he can’t step out of line because of.
“Because on Friday, our Evan is giving his kidney to Daniel!”
The cheers grow louder and Evan gives everyone as big of a smile as he can.
Evan Buckley has a schedule.
Whether he likes it or not.
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Eddie knew this was going to be a trainwreck ever since the moment Buck asked Cap if he could bring Natalia to the Grant-Nash barbecue. Now, of course, he had assumed it'd be mainly an internal trainwreck on his part, aching at the sight of Buck's arm around her waist, gritting his teeth as he smiles at her and attempts to be overtly polite. He just didn't expect the trainwreck to breach containment quite so spectacularly.
Its just...
Natalia says something about Buck's death being awesome and the entire garden falls deathly silent. Bobby's face freezes like he's caught in some terrible memory, whether its smoke or rain he's smelling, Eddie couldn't tell you. Hen steadies herself on Karen's arm, and Eddie is only the slightest bit bitter that the person he'd steady himself on isn't his to be steadied by. Maddie's eyes fill with tears almost instantaneously, and Chimney wraps her up, his own face tight with grief. Athena doesn't react beyond a poorly concealed scowl. Even Christopher has stopped playing with Denny to stare.
Still, its not quite a trainwreck until Christopher meets Eddie's eyes. The devastation on his face is enough to have the words falling off Eddie's tongue before he can bite them back.
"Awesome?" Eddie chokes out, swinging his gaze over to the happy couple. His eyes land on Buck, however, a ghostly pale, tight and drawn Buck. "What about it was awesome exactly?"
"Well, I mean, its pretty spectacular you have to admit," Natalia says, a hint of apprehension lining her words.
"Oh, sure. Spectacular. That's exactly how I'd describe it." Eddie nods, lets a cold, rueful laugh bubble up from inside of him and it feels like its been building ever since he joked about lightning striking twice. "What exactly about it was spectacular? His heartbroken sister sobbing in a hospital hallway, wondering if she'd have to watch another brother die? Oh, or was it his captain praying desperately by his bedside because he couldn't bear the thought of losing another child? Was that spectacular? Or was spectacular his brother-in-law's guilt heavy with grief and anchoring him to the hospital room because he thought he was supposed to be the one on the ladder? No." Eddie shakes his head, eyes darting to Buck's blank shock. "Do you know what was really spectacular? The eleven-year-old boy in the hospital waiting room begging to see his Buck on the brink of death just to ask him to come back. Was that spectacular?"
"N-no, of course not," she stammers out, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just..."
Eddie ignores her, eyes locked onto Buck's faraway stare. He takes a step closer, tries not to preen when Buck's eyes immediately focus on him.
"You think she sees you?" Eddie asks, voice raw and way too honest for an entire family and a stranger to hear. "She can't see past the lightning bolt, Buck. But I've been here the whole time." Its here that his voice breaks, cracking into an ugly, pained whisper. "Seeing you, just waiting for you to see me too." He squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head, takes a step back. "Chris, its time to go, come on."
Eddie grabs their jackets from where they're folded over the back of a garden chair and puts a hand on Christopher's back when he's close enough. Eddie doesn't look back as they disappear into the house, but he catches Maddie's mumbled thank you when they pass.
The ride home is silent, Christopher's eyes teary and Eddie's throat still clogged with the words he left unsaid. They'll talk when they get home. Eddie will ask Buck to talk later too, not an apology for the words, but for how they were said.
Its fine, they have time.
But the blare of truck horns feels a lot like a wake up call.
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WIP Wednesday!
tagged by the lovely @prince-buck-diaz, @heartbeatdiaz, @alyxmastershipper, @wikiangela, @panbuckley, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @oliverstaark 💖
okay so i've been working on kinktober, angst in autumn, and the dark buddie fest which means i have like a tiny bit done on like ten thousand wips so here have some from a random wip for angst in autumn
Buck hadn’t meant to be reckless, really he hadn’t.
For the last few years he had been trying to get better— really think through his responses on rescues more than he had before. After a few too many close calls, his latest one having actually lead to his death— as temporary as it might have been— he had slowly realized that he needed to be more careful. That he had people waiting on him to come home, counting on him.
He had Eddie and Christopher to think about now. Not that they were really his, at least not in the way he really wanted them to be— but just because Eddie didn’t want him the same way Buck wanted him, didn’t mean that Buck wanted to do anything that would make him have to leave them.
But.
He was still a firefighter. His job was dangerous and yeah, he also tended to make split second decisions that were maybe, possibly, potentially more dangerous than they might have needed to be. But he was better than he used to be!
Still, should he have taken off his oxygen mask to give to the kid he had found trapped inside the burning building they were clearing out? Maybe not, given that if he went down, they both went down. But it was a chance he was willing to take. The kid had looked at him with wide terror-filled eyes and suddenly Buck was acting on instinct and instinct alone, with no thought to his own safety.
no pressure tagging: @bigfootsmom, @maygrantgf, @genderqueerbuck, @useramor, @roy-kents, @midnightsbuck, @firemedicdiaz, @enbyeddiediaz, @theyarnmaidstale, @princessfbi, @housewifebuck, @transbuck, @translasso, @cowboy-buddie and @monsterrae1 💕
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i think for me the reason I'm enjoying is because we know this relationship is going to go nowhere, Tim has made that abundantly clear numerous times that he is here short term. We know that he's here for Buck's character evolution and also what clearly seems to be he's going to be playing a key role in the development of Buddie. So that's why I'm enjoying him, because i know he's not around for long and that ultimately he is a giant stepping stone to what everyone has been waiting 6 years for which is Buddie.
i mean that’s fine! i think the same argument can be made for every single other love interest that buck and eddie have had for the past few years, but i (and most people) def didn’t feel the same about them as tommy. but there are also people who don’t like buck and tommy as only a stepping stone to buddie. they just…like them. as they are. and as whatever they’ll end up being, for however long. and that’s fine too!!
i’ve just seen so many of my friends be bombarded by anons accusing them of “jumping ship” and “dropping buddie” and like…it’s okay. let people enjoy this
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