At This Point We're Going To Get An Emergency Next Season Where A Fan Girl Hurts Herself Or Goes To A

A List of Events I am Manifesting or Predicting for Tonight's Episode of 9-1-1: 8x10

JLH is going to be giving us one of her best performances to date. Maddie is going to be an absolute badass and finds a way to get herself out.

I am generally not a fan of physical violence, especially depictions of men hitting women, but I think Chimney should be allowed to get (1) hit in on Amber when he realizes she was the one to take Maddie

For the love of all things good, please no miscarriage storyline as a consequence of whatever this woman is going to do to Maddie. I need this to be a happy pregnancy, and they welcome another little girl into the family that they name Joy. Please and thank you

Buck crashes out about potentially losing another person he loves AGAIN

The 118 comforting Buck and Chim and reassuring them that Maddie will be okay and that they'll find her

Chimney struggling with knowing what to do and how to talk to their daughter about mommy being missing

This is one thing I saw mentioned by another creator, and I love the idea: Jee-Yun, being the only other person home at the time, may hold the key to finding Maddie in some way.

Buck and Chimney teaming up with Athena to find Maddie

NO MADDIE NDE PLEASE

Buck is going to help Eddie pack for his move to El Paso

Eddie is going to give Buck his couch. I might spontaneously combust with this one. Honestly, though, if they don't do this, it feels like the couch talk was for nothing. If it happens, I would also like this silent moment after Eddie offers Buck the couch where they both kinda recognize what it means, but neither one is ready to acknowledge it out loud.

I feel like the goodbye scene between Buck and Eddie is going to be shot and cut in such a way that it is a direct parallel to his goodbye scene with Abby.

Buck will go back to Eddie's place– his place– and will probably end up drinking a beer alone and crying on the couch :(

Hey yo guys- so what the actual everloving FUCK did we just watch-

Nonono because- alright let’s- take a moment shall we LETS FUCKING BREATHE for a moment and think about how the only time someone has addressed the fucking Godzilla in the room was Maddie fucking Buckley IN SEASON 2 and it was a haha joke

It’s not a haha joke anymore I fear ITS NOT A HAHA JOKE GUYS BECAUSE to have two separate characters in one episode be like “you’re in love with Eddie Diaz” and one of them is your ex boyfriend. who was FRIENDS with him. Who Eddie apparently dropped like chopped liver -HIS ONLY OTHER FRIEND BESIDES BUCK- the moment you two weren’t a thing anymore and the other is your long suffering sister who has watched this is unravel since the moment she stepped foot in godamn LA, TO HAVE BOTH OF THESE PEOPLE BE LIKE ????you have feelings for Eddie Diaz ??????? And Buck being completely unhinged “I don’t have to sleep with everyone I have feelings for” my brother in Christ that sure was a sentence you just said what are we even talking about at this point we’re just saying words “he’s straight” WERE JUST SAYING WORDS I need to be shot in broad daylight through the eyeball goodbye-

Eddie isn't sure what he's expecting when Buck meets him at the airport. Red-rimmed eyes, splotchy face, hunched shoulders probably. Not this. Distant eyes, blank face, straight-backed. He'd been braced to catch Buck as soon as he landed, had spent his whole flight locking every bit of his own grief away to be thought about at a later date, let the guilt pool in his chest instead.

I should've been there, I could've -

He'd been ready to catch Buck, but it's Eddie who falls into Buck's waiting arms. Eddie who tears up. Eddie who clutches at the back of Buck's shirt like a scared child. And it's Buck sweeping his hands up and down Eddie's back, holding him together, murmuring:

"It's okay. I've got you. It's not your fault."

Eddie doesn't cry in LAX. His grief is a private thing. Always has been. He locks it into his bedroom and lets it out behind closed doors. But Buck is the safest space he's ever had, so he lets himself break a little. Lets himself shake apart under Buck's hands until he can ground himself with a deep breath at the junction of Buck's neck and shoulder. Until he can stand on his own.

Buck looks at him, eyes searching, deepest of furrows between his brows, so devastatingly gentle. And Eddie kind of wants to fucking scream at him for being okay. He'd needed to take care of Buck. He'd needed to have something to do. But now Buck is looking at him like he can fix him, and Eddie wants him to. So badly. But Buck knows Eddie's grief is for South Bedford Street, not LAX, so all he does is lead Eddie out to the parking lot.

It's a silent drive. Buck tells him the details of the funeral. Clinical. Sparing. And Eddie watches Buck's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. Listens to the creak of leather under an unyielding grip. And he sees it then. The countdown over Buck's head, ticking away steadily. He's grateful in a way.

They pull up to the house silently. The engine falls quiet. And they stare at the door. The door Bobby had appeared on the other side of just a few months ago for a goodbye dinner. At the house. The house Bobby made coffee in when Eddie couldn't stomach being alone. At the home. The home Bobby helped him build in every way.

Buck gets out of the car. Eddie follows. Buck unlocks the door. Eddie locks it behind them. Buck disappears into the kitchen. Eddie pauses.

Can't quite separate Bobby from kitchens in his mind. And it's not like Bobby ever cooked anything in Eddie's kitchen, but there's some stupid grief-crazed part of his brain that thinks he'll find Bobby at the stove for a last supper. A parting gift to Eddie. Because Bobby was always too good. Too generous. Too understanding. When it came to Eddie.

When he finally makes it in there, Buck is stood staring into the fridge. Vacant. Eddie joins him, presses their shoulders together as hard as he can without knocking Buck away, and looks at Buck's fingers curled loosely around two beer bottles. Eddie knows it's not the early hour staying his hand.

It feels wrong. To find comfort in alcohol at Bobby's expense.

Carefully, Eddie unpicks Buck's fingers from the bottles and watches as Buck's arm falls limp to his side with such weight it bounces off his hip. Swings once, twice, stops suddenly. Eddie grabs the water filter. Closes the fridge.

"Sit down," he whispers. Sure, steady.

Buck sits down.

Eddie grabs two glasses. Fills them with water. Leaves the filter on the side. Who cares? Who fucking cares? Takes the glasses over to the table in shaking hands. Spills only a little. Sits opposite Buck. Stares into his cup.

"I didn't say it back," Buck rasps eventually.

Eddie picks his head up with great effort. Ony manages it because he wants to see what hurt he's caused. Their missing medic. Absent in their hour of need.

"What?"

"B-he-he told me he loved me." Buck's eyes go wide. Horrified. Haunted. Hollow. "He t-told me he l-loved me, and I could-couldn't say it back be-because that would mean..." Buck chokes a sob into his hand. "I thought we'd fix it. I-I-I thought we'd find a way. We-we always do. I couldn't say it-it. I didn't want t-to let him go. And now, he's..." Buck's face crumples first. Then, the rest of his body follows, folding in on itself in the chair until he looks almost as small as Christopher had the first time he'd ever sat at this table. "He's d-gone, and he doesn't know I love him."

"He knows, Buck." Eddie's hand curls into a fist on the tabletop. Doesn't know what to do. For all he'd been ready to hold Buck together, he's not sure how. "He knows you love him, Buck. You told him every single day."

"But I never said the words!" he snaps. Pure rage. Pure guilt. He looks up at Eddie. Blue eyes wet and red and wild. The rage and the guilt seeps away, leaves only pure grief. "I never said the words."

He sobs then. Doesn't choke it down. Lets it out. Eddie reacts like it's instinct even though he's never done this before. Just somehow knows in his bones what to do when it comes to Buck.

He stands, rounds the table, slides a hand into Buck's hair, one on his shoulder, pulls Buck's face into his stomach and holds him there, holds him together. Buck's fingers tangle themselves in Eddie's belt loops. A lifeline. And Eddie holds him tight as he can.

"All the times you cooked for him. All the times he cooked for you. The two of you cooking together. You had your own language, Buck. He knows you love him."

And all Eddie hears is: you're gonna stand there with a hundred-something bodies on you and tell me I'm not fit for duty. Did Bobby know Eddie loved him too?

Squeezing his eyes shut tight, Eddie drops his cheek to the top of Buck's head. Stops holding Buck together and starts holding on. Buck's hands grasp at his hips, twist into the back of his shirt just like Eddie's had at the airport.

And all Eddie hears is: I just want to make sure you don't think you have to lose everything before you can allow yourself to feel anything.

Even Bobby can’t separate BuckandEddie, their names are just meant to be said together

enjoying the fact that the main genre of fic to emerge from this hiatus is ‘buck completely loses it after eddie leaves but it’s ok because turns out eddie is as not normal about him as he is about eddie’

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i need a sort of reverse 8x09 where when eddie gets back from texas, (maybe all figured out, or maybe not, but some kind of realisation happened there) buck is all ready to start searching for new apartments so he doesn’t crowd the diaz house (even though they definitely don’t see it that way) and eddie keeps finding increasingly ridiculous reasons for buck not to leave, and even starts sabotaging buck’s apartment viewing in order to get him to stay with him and chris.

a second FaceTime has hit the episode

hereditary alcoholism. childhood ice skating stardom. con artist mother. who's doing it like the nash family?

Eddie's going to leave his parents' house after a huge blow up fight with his mom and he's going to be alone in his truck and he's going to look longingly at the passenger seat and sigh because Buck should be there.

And then he's going to call Buck on his drive home and Buck will have Eddie's back when he tells him about the fight. And when Eddie gets home he'll park the car and sigh and close his eyes and Buck will still be talking and Eddie will pretend Buck's in the car with him (where he belongs) for just a few seconds and then he'll tell Buck he's home and they'll hang up and Eddie will be alone again.

And he'll realize that the person who has always had his back is over 800 miles away and he misses him more than he ever thought he would. And it'll hit him like a ton of bricks that Buck is the first person he calls after a bad day and after a good one. That Buck is the voice he wants to hear when he's spiraling. That the reason it's been so hard to look directly that his relationship with Buck is because it's something beyond friendship. He loves him to the core.