#imma go sleepy bye bye now but I'm so glad that I finally managed to get through the part I was stuck on

[neverevan]

Wip Wednesday ☔️

I was tagged by @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley and @exhuastedpigeon thank youuu 💛

I know, I know, I've been slacking with the wips lately, but I'm finally back knee-deep in the mudslide fic, which has now passed 48k in the main file 🫡 — and yet at the same time, I am totally running out of snippets to post that aren't too spoilery smh

So here, have this tidbit from somewhere closer to the beginning:

One second everything was just like before; people hustling and bustling around, carrying the injured on backboards from one place to the other, sending the ever circulating line of ambulances on their way down the road — and the next second the ground was rumbling under their feet.

He should’ve known, he should’ve known, he should’ve—

The main road was directly in the way of the slide and Buck snapped his head towards it so fast, he almost gave himself whiplash.

He watched cars get turned inwards and disappear under the wave of muddy water running down from the top of the hill, erasing them as if they’ve never even been there. Buck just stood there, all the blood running out of his body as he watched the mud push debris, rocks and bits of walls and fences out of its way before blanketing most everything in its wake, all the way down to the bottom where the trucks were now almost fully enveloped, only the very top inches visible as the water thrashed them around and licked at the underside of the bridge like a starving beast.

Suddenly everything moved in slow motion and the world dulled around Buck as he looked from left to right, barely even registering the shouts of names and the crackling of radios coming from all directions, the color of the gear of the rescue workers was seemingly one with the wet dirt all around them.

But on his next inhale everything rushed back to him; all the movements, the sounds, the colors — all with a terrifying realization.