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No Angel Born In Hell

A Buddie High School Au. Major Character Death. Think Brokeback Mountain... but also romcomish. (Inspired by the song American Pie by Don Mclean)

You’re probably thinking this is just another high school love story. Two teenagers. A hallway glance. A hesitant touch. Another girl. A kiss beneath the bleachers. A love that feels like everything because, at that age, it is.

But this isn’t that story. This is the story of the day that he died.

Not metaphorically. Not some tired coming-of-age metaphor about losing innocence or broken hearts. He died. But before the blood, before the silence, before the pain, there was love. A love that burned quietly. A love we never dared to name out loud. A love that killed him. So no, it’s not the story you were expecting. But it is a love story. Just not the kind that ends with forever.

Chapter One: A Long, Long Time Ago

2002

The apartment walls are bare, lifeless, joyless. There's no trace of the light he once carried, no proof that hope had ever lived here.

From the corner of the room, his old record player crackles, spinning slowly and tiredly. American Pie hums low through the speakers, Don McLean's voice filling the room. A faint trace of whiskey lingers in the air, curling from the open bottle abandoned hours ago, sitting idly on the dining room table.

Buck sits cross-legged on the carpet, the rough fibers scratching at his skin. His guitar rests against his chest. Silent. His hands don’t move. He doesn’t play. He just listens.

There was a time I believed music could fix anything. Where a good chord progression could turn a bad day good. Back when a song felt like a prayer I could believe in.

With the grace of a man eighty years older than he is, Buck groans and hauls himself off the carpet like a wounded cowboy. Every joint in his body pops a little "fuck you" on the way up. He moves slowly toward the bookshelf, dusty, cluttered, untouched. It’s filled with forgotten books and fragments of a past he rarely likes to reminisce over.

His childhood had never been warm, soft, or kind. His parents were distant, hollow people. At best, they tolerated him. Most days, it felt like he was a ghost in his own home. Only Maddie, his older sister, had ever truly seen him. She was more of a mom to him than the one who birthed him, but she left after high school, and then the silence got louder. He ended up filling it with music.

The only affection he remembers came when he was sick or broken. So he learned to fall. Climbed too high. Took too many risks. Sometimes faked pain, just to feel a hand on his forehead. Just to matter.

He reaches for a Polaroid sitting on the shelf, faded and curling at the edges from years of sun and dust. He holds it like something sacred.

Two boys. One with black slicked-back hair, coated in a blue football jersey. The other with messy brown curls, a guitar clutched in his hands. Both laughing. Both alive. Both seen.

Back when I believed if I played hard enough, loud enough... I could make people dance. Maybe, just maybe… they'd be happy for a while.

He flips the photo over. Ink bleeds through the back, bold and scrawled like it was meant to be permanent.

To Buck, You can have my back any day. From Eddie

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, the way they always do when he’s close to remembering too much. From the record player, the song hiccups, then drifts into full static.

“February,” he spits out, broken, like the words left a bitter taste on his tongue.

He drags his hands down his face, sighing like a man who just remembered he left the oven on in 1974 and never went back.

That’s when it ended. That’s when the music died.

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+bonus drawing for this situation

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Fitzwilliam Darcy: Miss Bennet, would you like to dance?

Elizabeth Bennet: *silence*

Fitzwilliam Darcy: *louder tone* Miss Bennet, excuse me-would you like to dance?

Elizabeth Bennet: *smiling politely* oh, sorry, I did hear you the first time-I just do not feel like dancing.

Fitzwilliam Darcy:

TAH, AKA Henry Tilney: *like the announcer of a wrestling match* OUCH! A normal gentleman would take the hint and go the other way, maybe even evaporate on the spot, BUT NOT MR FITZWILLIAM DARCY! HE! KEEPS! SHOOTING! HIS! SHOT!

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kiss me under the neon lights

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Much has been said about how dumb Buck was projecting his feelings of jealousy over Eddie onto Tommy (and it’s true, he’s so dumb) but also let’s talk about how dumb Eddie is being besties with Tommy for like a week and then suddenly deciding he fuckin hates that guy after Buck starts dating him.

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Alright in hindsight it is kind of funny that seemingly at first the writers were like “we’re going to have this one-off character who’s basically going to exist for one episode to be the frustratingly impossibly perfect foil for buck,” when writing eddie’s character for the first time.

but then eddie worked so well as a character that they were like “okay, well, we just introduced a Jennifer Love Hewitt character who’s not obviously paired up, so he can be her love interest,” but then jlh had the brilliant idea that maddie should be paired up with chimney and so that was out the window.

So they probably just started really developing the buck/eddie friendship thinking that it made for a fun dumb-and-dumber style best friendship/comedic duo, and they could figure out the love interest thing for both of them in the future. Except they way overshot it and accidentally made them soulmates.

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i know everyone is mad for the idea of eddie finding out about the bucktommy hookup in his house and being upset/jealous but PERSONALLY i'm here for eddie finding out and barely giving a fuck because competition??? what do you mean competition??? baby you're in his DMs im in his WALLS we are not the same

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I just rewatched an episode,the Buddie's fight at the supermarket in season 3 and I just laughed so hard because the faces everyone made were like:

especially Lena, girl I understand you, I would also be so confused by the homosexual vibe of those two.

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happy pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷

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Buck, watching thirst traps of Eddie on his phone: That ass of yours should be illegal. Bobby: Language! Buck, still scrolling: Y no muerde ese perro culazo que te cargas? Hen: Now, he learns another language. Chim: I respect his commitment. Bobby: That's not what I meant! Eddie, making bedroom eyes at Buck: Are you thirsting over me in spanish? Suddenly I'm ovulating and you need to do something about it. Ravi: This doesn't feel like a safe space anymore.

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Eddie: Hey, so I'm gay. Buck: No you aren't Eddie: What? Buck: You're my straight best friend. You can't be my gay best friend. Eddie: Buck, yes I can. Buck: Nope. You're either my straight best friend or my gay boyfriend, you can't be my gay best friend. Eddie: Then... I guess I'm your gay boyfriend? Buck: Awesome, see you at home honey. Eddie: ???

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Thinking about how eddie and buck were definitely bedroom kids but chris is so clearly a living room kid and that's the kind of breaking of generational trauma i love to see

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I want to draw so much, but I don't have time yet, so here are some small study

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I want a madneybuddie double date just because going into it Buck and Chimney would think they’re the two people who would do most of the talking but then Eddie and Maddie would split a bottle of wine together and suddenly their husbands won’t be able to get a word in edgeways

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Elizabeth Bennet: the first time I saw Mr Darcy, he walked into the room like God had sent him.

Lydia Bennet: as a gift for the worthy?

Elizabeth Bennet: as a punishment.

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when eddie comes out the whole bucks speech about not being in love with his best friend will be the funniest thing. what then big boy? your not in love with he because his a renter?

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my personal headcanon is that when eddie and buck said goodbye and eddie drove away he drove until he was sure buck didnt follow him or anything not like he would (eddie secretly very quietly hoped). he parked somewhere and just sobbed. cried and cried and cried because what do you mean he has to leave behind his life, his home he made these last 7 years where he finally found himself after being lost and chris being the only thing that mattered for so long? how is that fair? but yeah i do believe eddie violently cried and yelled and screamed and wailed because life has never been fair to eddie