#ghost buck

Buddie | 86k | Explicit | Completed

Eddie's life is in pieces, and it's all his fault. All he can do now is try to fix the only part that matters, so he packs everything up and moves back to a city he had vowed never to return to.

He buys a noisy, run down house to try to build his life back up, but soon enough, he discovers he's not the only one living in it.

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tagged by the talented @spotsandsocks go check out her new fic!!

I wrote some sad shit for the ghost buck fic, set after the lightning strike if Buck never made it, and he's having a whole "ghosts of Christmas future" moment

“Hello? Hello! Let me out! What am I doing in here? I'm alive! Let me out please!” he calls desperately, hearing his voice break as he feels the panic rise in him.

He's clawing at the box now but it does nothing. It doesn't move. The thumps of his fists are muffled by the six feet of dirt that sits above them. It’s so loud but there is no one to hear him.

“Please!” his voice breaks as he pleads, feeling the wetness from his eyes trickle into his ears.

And then he feels it, low in his gut like a hook jutting in to his belly button and hoisting him up and out. He's spinning, he’s nauseated, and then he lands on his hands and knees in freshly turned dirt, the new blades of grass sprouting through it. New Life following death.

He looks up to see a tombstone and he reads the inscription.

Evan Buckley.

And then there's his birthday and the date of his last call, clear and precise in Helvetica.

Los Angeles Firefighter 118.

Then below that, Beloved Brother and Loyal Friend.

Above it all there’s an inscription of his face and he recognises the photo. It was taken at the Firehouse Christmas. It feels like not too long ago, and it feels like it happened in another lifetime, which at this point maybe it did.

The bile rises in his throat and he wants to throw up but nothing's coming. It's just sitting there heavy in the soft space above his collarbone and he's breathing hard but is that because he feels like he needs to? Does he even need to breathe in this state that he's in now? Not alive but not dead either?

He hears a voice from above him.

“Have you seen enough?”

He looks up to see the man standing there watching him dig his nails into the dirt and hyperventilate.

“I need to go back,” he said, using up the miniscule amounts of air he had dragged into his lungs. “I can't be here. I need to go back. How do I get there? How do I do it?”

Tagging some wonderful people x

Buddie | T | 10,714 words | 2 chapters | Complete By me and @veronae-buddie

Sitting in Buck’s hospital room after the lightning strike, Eddie is startled to receive text messages from the man currently lying before him in a coma. As the conversation unfolds, it becomes clear that Buck is somehow trapped in a sort of limbo, supernaturally tethered to Eddie’s mobile phone. Will they be able to find a way to bring Buck back to his body?

Plus some snippets to entice you:

Hot Ghost Problems (40937 words) by ebjameston Chapters: 11/11 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), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Sophia Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Adriana Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Bobby Nash, Athena Grant Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Buck is a ghost, OR IS HE, Witch!Eddie Diaz, Magical Realism, POV Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz & Adriana Diaz & Sophia Diaz, Presumed Dead, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Eddie Diaz Needs a Hug (9-1-1 TV) Summary:

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind.

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[Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do.

Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year.

(Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)]

Buddie | 86k | Explicit | Completed

Eddie's life is in pieces, and it's all his fault. All he can do now is try to fix the only part that matters, so he packs everything up and moves back to a city he had vowed never to return to.

He buys a noisy, run down house to try to build his life back up, but soon enough, he discovers he's not the only one living in it.

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sorry not sorry i am greedy. also best of luck with your procedure! hope it goes smoothly <3 sending good vibes and love your way!

it did go well, now I'm just tired - thank you! 💕

👬 close proximity fic

For a moment there was silence between them as Buck slowly walked into the living room, and Eddie followed. He watched the back of his shoulders as they rose and fell with his deep sigh, finally turning around to look at Eddie with his unreadable blue eyes.

His lips parted like he was going to start whatever conversation this needed to be, but he closed them just as quickly.

Eddie cleared his throat and looked down at his feet with a shake of his head.

“So,” he said finally. “You wanted to talk?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, biting down on his lip. “See I had all these things in my head on the drive over here but um… I kind of don’t know what to say anymore.”

⛈️ angsty fic

(tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings because I know you like this one)

"You asked me why I started," Eddie said without looking up at Buck, still walking at his side. "The fighting."

"I remember," Buck said, kicking at a piece of errant cement on the sidewalk. "You were very evasive."

Eddie shook his head with a smile, swallowing hard at the tense feeling in his chest as he searched for the words.

"I uh," he said, biting down painfully on his bottom lip. "I lost my kid. Parents came at me with a court case and I... I lost."

💀 ghost Buck

"Take your time, it's a lot to process," he said, like that was supposed to be comforting.

"Take my time?" Buck repeated. "What does that even mean?"

"Well, time is irrelevant when you're not alive," he said with a shrug. "So don't feel like you need to process this immediately."

Buck's mouth hung open as he tried to decide what he wanted to say. It was a close tie between 'how am I supposed to process this' and cursing the guy out for being so casual about his death.

🍂 apocalypse fic

“There’s no way I can stop you, is there?” Buck asked, and as Eddie looked back into his eyes, they looked almost sad, betrayed.

Eddie knew that there was nothing in the world that could change his mind from his plan, but that didn’t mean a part of him didn’t wish he could stay with Buck just a little longer.

“No,” he said, hiding the regret in his voice with a shake of his head. “No.”

“Well,” Buck tore his eyes away from him and looked down at the steps to the porch. “Good luck then.”

I forgot to add on the angsty Buck ghost AU to my previous ask! Also tell me about that one too 🥰🥰

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Hi lovely 💕💕

This is one I've been thinking about for a while, and it's going to be an angsty one!

the ghost Buck au

Buck dies in the lightning strike. He wakes up in a white room, clean and dry and completely alone. When someone finally joins him he doesn't recognise him, but he's somehow familiar.

He asks Buck what he remembers but all he knows is he went up the ladder for a call. The person tells him that he died. That he went up that ladder three weeks ago and died when he got to the hospital.

Buck asks what he's supposed to do now, the person shrugs and asks what he wants to do. Buck wants to know if his team is okay, the person says they can visit them, but he'd ease him into it.

So he starts by taking him to Hen. She's holding things together because she has to. Then Bobby, who's buying bottles of whisky and not drinking them, sitting in church pews as if he might get some answers. Then Chim, who's trying to be strong for Jee because Maddie's a mess. She's back in therapy but it's not helping. And Eddie.. he hasn't been back to work, he's not cleared anyway, and he's fighting the therapy appointments and hates his reflection and doesn't know how to help Christopher work through his grief.

Buck stands in the room with him, so close but every time he tries to reach out and touch him he goes right through him. He wants to be there for them, and he panics and he asks the person that brought him there how he can get out.

You know what I’m going to request! I’ll take as many addict buck fic sentences you’ll give me! ☺️

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(I just did a bunch of emojis but however many you feel comfort doing is fine☺️)

And some ghost buck as well ☺️

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Oh I know what you want lovely Saturn! 💓

⛈️ angsty fic

Eddie looked out the window as the lightning flash illuminated his living room. The crack of thunder came rolling through shortly after.

It was an oddly cold night, the wind was howling and the rain had been coming down for hours. Eddie looked down at his phone but there were no new notifications.

It felt stupid to think there would be, he'd tried to call his parents twice earlier and they'd avoided him. He left them a message to call him back when they could, but that was over three hours ago.

A swelling rage began to fill him, and he closed his eyes as he tried to calm it. It was too late to get into on one of the fights, so he was just going to have to channel his anger himself, not that he's been very good at doing that. His bedroom wall was proof.

For a moment, Buck entered his thoughts. He had been trying not to let that happen, not after the other night. Buck wasn't exactly someone who was going to help get him back on the right track, that night only proved it. But he couldn't shake the feeling he got when Buck was around, or when he crossed his mind.

There was another flash of lightning and now he was all Eddie could think about. It was blowing a gale, and cold to top it off. He was sure he had nowhere else to go outside that warehouse, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he should go to him, make sure he was okay.

But he hadn't been back there in the days after he came to the last fight, not after... He told himself he wasn't going to go back and see him, that it had been just another thrill fuelled by his recklessness and that he was done.

But the more the rain pelted his window, the more worried he became.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself as he got to his feet, striding across the room to grab his jacket and keys. He couldn't just leave him out there in this.

It was a short drive to the warehouse. He parked up as close as possible to the hole in the fence and opened the car door as the wind swirled and the rain stung his face. He quickly clambered through the gap and took quick steps to the wide-open roller door.

As he made it out of the rain he felt somewhat better, but the temperature didn't improve much, the broken and open walls giving no relief.

It was dark inside, flashes from lighting and the dim streetlights outside filling the space with little more than shadows.

Even without the wind and the rain, the place was cold. It was in the bones of it. Abandoned and rusty and nothing but metal beams and exposed infrastructure, hardly a place anyone should be sheltering, let alone sleeping.

"Buck?" he called out, walking slowly through and looking for any sign of him.

Maybe he did have somewhere to go, maybe Eddie had been too quick to judge.

"Buck!" he called again, a crash of thunder making his shoulders jolt as he saw something catch his eye to his left.

It looked like a person lying under a blanket. They weren't moving.

He repeated his name again as he walked closer, quieter this time and unsure. As he got within a few feet he could see that it was Buck, head looked to the side with one arm over his chest and another outstretched. He was soaking wet.

"Shit!" Eddie muttered as he closed the distance between them and sunk to his knees. "Buck? Buck! Can you hear me?"

💀 And some ghost buck too!

""So you're telling me I've been dead for three weeks?" Buck asked, his throat constricting as he said the words. "Why the hell am I only waking up now?"

The man shrugged, and Buck wanted to strangle him.

"I don't know," he said calmly.

"Am I not supposed to get the whole 'don't go into the light' fight to come home thing?" he asked, and the man gave him an amused smile.

"Maybe you did, maybe it didn't work," he said.

"No," Buck shook his head, thinking back through his memories but they all ended when he went up that ladder and began again here in this empty hospital. "No I would remember."

"Well, maybe there was nothing you could do," he said. "You did get hit by lighting after all."

Buck thought for a moment, he felt like his heart was racing a mile a minute, but when he put his hand to his chest it was still, silent. There was nothing beating behind it.