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If I had a nickel for every time a character found out that a seemingly good woman was hurting people and got shot in the shoulder right after discovering the truth and taking action, splashing their partner dressed in white with blood and when everyone is running the partner stays put, completely horrified not knowing what to do, while the person they love is bleeding out - I’d have to nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

imma take a whole second to talk about the scene of buck calling out to his team bc. fuck. the raw but contained desperation. the clear sign of years passed and lessons learned and the forced calmness he knows he needs. the way he knows he’s talking to his sister but says “dispatch” anyway before breaking protocol. to think. and then act. he’s aware their lives depend on it. buck’s grown into a whole man, a whole teammate, and a whole firefighter, and i am in awe.

walk with me here. 8x15 opens and we’re in el paso, eddie is at home on his couch looking at the unanswered texts he’s sent to buck. (buck always answers, even when he’s on shift, why isn’t he answering!!) he sends one more text “hey kinda getting worried here. just send me some proof of life please”. he sighs puts the phone down and turns on the tv. big flashing breaking news sign “DANGEROUS VIRUS THREATENS DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES. FIRST RESPONDERS TRAPPED AND QUARANTINED INSIDE BIO LAB.” the news helicopter shows shows the scene and we see all of the tents and military equipment and off to the side, the 118 engine. then the reporter (bonus points if they bring back taylor) “we’re getting word that a dangerous virus is in danger of being released into the city of los angeles after a fire broke out in the laboratory and an explosion resulted in the total lockdown of the facility, trapping first responders inside with this highly contagious and deadly virus. no word yet on the fate of the brave heroes of fire engine 118, or what this could mean for los angeles as a whole”. cut to eddie’s devastated face and then we cut to 911 title card.

Isn't that illegal? 9-1-1, S08E11 vrs S08E14

i actually think it was really interesting the way that almost every character was trapped in a place of helplessness most torturous to them. like yes buck is in his worst nightmare, being trapped outside with no way in to save his family. but athena is limited to helplessness by protocol that’s above her head, something she always chafes against but this time can’t meaningfully get around. chimney is stuck on the other side of the glass unable to save his best friend. hen is stuck as the patient. maddie is stuck on the other side of the phone and forced to listen as her husband gets worse and worse. and eddie? god, eddie is trapped in texas, trying to choose his family, and he probably doesn’t even know that his real family is in mortal peril right now.

crucially the only two who aren’t restricted like this are bobby (which is likely to come up later) and ravi. and that’s what makes it such a good ravisode, because ravi is still the outsider to this little family. but he’s given that choice: save them or follow orders. and he makes the choice. because that’s what he’s learned from them, that sometimes you put yourself in danger to save someone else.

and then it doesnt even work. which puts him right into the same trapped, helpless boat as everybody else.

*showing visible symptoms* oh my god i need help desperately

*symptoms go away for one day* what if im just faking it

“Who kisses who first” “who pursues who” “who realizes first” you’re all wrong. Who is the first one to call Christopher “our son”

episode where ravi has those big beautiful brown eyes on display and feels worthless and then tries to commit a biohazardous terrorist attack to save his friends life and you want me to be worried about “pacing” baby what the fuck is that all i can see rn are the saddest eyes in the world im busy

so much more interesting for his character. to ME. to have had eddie in texas for this arc. cause I genuinely do believe there's such a thing as too many character NDEs at once (like while I loved the bridge collapse none of the NDEs meant much to me cause there was just too much to focus on and not enough time to give it the proper emotional punch. eddie's ribs got crushed. did I give a shit. did it do anything for his character. no) but this absence is Everything for his character. because eddies been so focused on losing christopher and getting him back that he's almost convinced himself he can be fine in Texas. and maybe when it was a competition between Chris and Everyone/Anyone else that could be true but he has chris back in his corner now and he has to choose between continuing this lie to himself that he and chris can be happy in texas or he has to come face to face with the fact that this life he built in los angeles could never be a transient moment in his life. not only has he been immeasurably changed by these people he met at the 118 but he is still and forever bound to them and that's Not Nothing. we saw him acknowledge it but at that point he didn't think he had a choice. now he does and he will be confronted with that in the most devastating way and the impact of his absence will be so much more defining and monumental for him than being just another trapped 118 member

THANK YOU AND SAME

alright ill say it. i miss athena’s cunty little s1-s2 pixie cut

buck running straight to athena like 🏃MOM!!! 🏃

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP IM ACTUALLY SPEECHLESS

hotshots xyz gets accused of homophobia because it doesn't have any canon queer characters on the show so they pull a rise of skywalker and start doing a bunch of press about an upcoming queer arc meanwhile the execs are cornering buck and eddie and going hey would you mind sharing a smooch in the back of this one scene so we can fulfill our diversity quota...

I like the way you think. who even needs sleep anyways hahahahahahahahahahahahahh—

there needs to be a 'next work' button on ao3 for works that aren't a series but are by the same author so when i go thru every fic in a fandom an author has written its less time between fics where i remember i should stop and go to bed

you know what im desperate for actually. buddie forehead touch. i think it would blow my head clean off my shoulders

buck also accidentally putting chris through it

imagine, for a moment, that you're watching a new tv show.

its a procedural, but the emergencies are insane and it takes you four episodes of the wildest emergencies humankind could possibly get into before you realise that american firefighters are just general first responders, and that's why there haven't been any fires yet. there have been a lot of pipes, tho, and a lot of animals in places they shouldn't be. the cast is pretty funny - lots of queer poc rep, fleshed out characters with ideosyncracies like fucking people on top of fire engines and simultaneously being the most pedantic person on the planet when given a clipboard and the character development is consistent across 8 seasons and it only makes you love them more and every character has plot armour to make the winchesters jealous, and silly nicknames which are only occasionally explained. major arcs include recovering from alcoholism, trying to not have phone sex with your girlfriend, breaking out of abusive relationships and starting your life anew, learning to not propose to people who don't love you for you, falling in love, and out of it, and then doing that again and again about seven more times, taking down serial killers and escaped prisoners and serial rapists and natural disasters and abusive exes, redefining yourself again, and again, and again, breaking relationships and fixing those, too, because some things are more important than one mistake, building families that don't look conventional but are filled with love and trust and so many shenanigans, like taking down an illegal surgeon after spying on him through your window and going through his trash because youre bored during lockdown, recovering from trauma, experiencing trauma, so much trauma, i seriously was not lying about the plot armour, and also twice a season LA experiences the apocolyse and they have to try not die again.... one character is introduced to 'whatta man' and we all have to pretend thats not gay for 8 seasons, until it seems like finally theyre acknowledging how it IS gay only we don't know yet because its still being released on abc weekly and maybe you watched the whole thing twice over in six months and now you're desperately reading and writing fic online to deal and the actors are shit talking every interview and theres massive fandom angst about objectively one of the most blank paper characters of all time and ur going thru entire writers' profiles on ao3 and reading AUs for the first time even tho somehow the show itself is basically fanfiction at this point and youre wathcing the actual cast play out scenes you've read a hundred times on ur screen while you scream and cry on the floor of your living room

imagine, for a moment, that you're watching 9-1-1 on abc

@m0onberry222 does this convince you

MY DAREDEVIL EDDIE 😍🥰🥰

there is just something about s8 buck like I don’t know how to describe it but THATS BUCK!!!

sorry to be controversial or whatever but i actually really want a diaz parents redemption…

The way Buck's coma dream foreshadowed his life with Eddie

Those Two Firefighters refernce???!!

something about those two firefighters...

No matter how many times i watch 7x04 im still shaking crying throwing up like WHAT DO YOU MEAN.

WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!

they're living together when they go on their first date but buck is dead set on doing it right. it has to be perfect. it's eddie. it's the rest of his life. he has to make it perfect. and also a little bit silly. because that's them! they've done all the heavy stuff couples have, now they get this light little first step which is heavy in its own way but it's them. so they get ready together in their house and it's totally normal and fine and neither of them are freaking out about what to wear because they're too busy ogling the other until suddenly buck just vanishes. eddie hears the front door open and close and he's just kind of stood in his room clueless and then there's a knock on the front door and eddie opens it and buck is there with flowers he'd stashed in his truck and eddie is blushing and rolling his eyes and laughing all at once and buck kisses his cheek and asks if he's ready to go and eddie says just gimme a sec to put these flowers in some water and buck nods and tells him his carriage awaits and it's so dumb but eddie loves him so much and buck loves the way eddie laughs at him when he's ridiculous. and the date goes. well, it goes a bit awkwardly at first but they settle into it quick and they share a dessert and buck pays and then they drive home. and buck walks eddie up to the door and says i had a really good time tonight and eddie says yeah me too and because he's caught onto the game buck's playing he beats him to the punch and leans back against the door with a cheeky little grin and asks if buck wants to come in for a nightcap and buck blushes and says i really shouldn't, don't want you to get the wrong impression and eddie raises his eyebrows and says we're ending tonight in the same bed anyway and buck goes ooh confident i like it and eddie rolls his eyes and buck leans in to kiss him just a chaste quick thing and whispers goodnight eddie against his mouth and then he's walking down the driveway as eddie reboots and eddie will shout buck get your ass home. now.

you might be tempted to think that you’re so so so so excited for buddie canon that you’re the most excited person in the whole world. WRONG!!! oliver stark is the most excited person in the world for buddie canon!!!!

Hockey AU!! The new guy is irritatingly perfect, and Buck seems to be the only one who minds it. Which just makes everything WORSE. Why is no one else bothered by his stupid perfect face and his stupid perfect shots and his stupid perfect everything?

Inspired by all the Hockey AUs I've been reading recently. Good shit lemme tell ya!!!

mhhhhhhh MHMHMM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

36, 37, or 41 for the setting prompts ☺️

for the setting prompt 036, a long, winding road (8x12 coda)

“Someone peed.”

There’s silence for one unbearable second, and then Buck’s voice crackles over the line, muffled and thready but there. Always there. Thank God, Eddie thinks. “Huh?”

Buck is usually the one in charge of saying something off-the-cuff when he picks up the phone. And then Eddie will say Hi, Buck, and Buck will say Hi, Eddie and get back to whatever it is he needed to say, unperturbed. “Someone peed in my backseat,” Eddie sighs, rolling his window back up so he can hear better. They have to be down, usually, when he’s by himself. The whipping of the wind manages to loosen some sort of invisible noose cuffed around his neck, whatever’s been making him feel suffocated and hollowed out. Eddie’s alright with being trapped for now, stuck inside of the familiar four walls of Buck’s voice. “My last rider today. He was really drunk.”

“Oh,” Buck coughs out, like he’s holding back a laugh maybe for Eddie’s sake, but it doesn’t really work. Something similar to relief skitters down Eddie’s spine, settling down near his tailbone. “That’s, uh, geez.” He clears his throat, swallowing down the rest of his laugh. Eddie can imagine the twist of his mouth, a peek of pearly white coming out to bite down on his bottom lip. “How even–did he just like, whip it out or something–”

“You don’t wanna know the specifics,” Eddie interrupts before Buck can let his imagination run wild, a shiver running through him at the not distant enough memory. “I had to perform black magic to get the fuckin’ smell out.”

Eddie turns right, the road long and winding before him, seemingly endless. If he had to choose one thing to miss about El Paso, maybe it’d be the sunsets. They were always so orange, almost angry in their vibrancy, setting alight all the buildings and the roads and the yuccas. “Sorry,” Buck says, and he has the audacity to sound genuine. “If I were your passenger, I’d at least have the decency to not do it on your seats.” 

“Ah,” Eddie says, cranking up the shitty AC that doesn’t blow nearly hard enough, undoing the top button of his shirt. The driver’s seat will probably don a permanent sweat stain in the shape of his body soon. “‘Preciate it, bud.”

There’s the scrape of a chair against wood on the other end, an exasperated groan. 

“Old man knees,” Eddie says.

“Fuck off,” Buck huffs, but there’s no trace of heat behind it. “One to talk, I can hear your bones when you sit down.” There’s some shuffling, a puff of breath. “I could,” Buck corrects himself softly, almost like Eddie’s not supposed to hear it.

Eddie swallows, dryness creeping up his throat in one fell swoop. The road keeps winding, the sky darkens to something more burnt and final, contrails making pretty patterns in it. “Hey,” Eddie speaks up after a beat. “Chris hugged me today.”

“That–” There’s a pause, and then the shuffling stops. “Shit, Eddie, that’s great.”

He sounds so pleased about it that Eddie can’t help but smile to himself, rubbing over an aching spot in his chest, tender like a damp spot of soil.

“Mhm. Thanks for, uh, getting me out of my head.”

“No biggie,” Buck says, and Eddie can picture the boyish up-down flop of his shoulders as he shrugs, his no big deal, just doing what I do shrug. He’s probably ducking his head too, though, blinking and looking off to the side like he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Eddie shakes his head even though Buck can’t see him. “Yes biggie. I know it’s not all fixed, but. You really helped a lot, Buck.”

Silence, then clinking. He must’ve sat down for coffee, probably his second of the day. It’s early enough in LA for it. Something constricts inside of Eddie’s chest then, like a big old iron fist clenching at the cage of his ribs. “Okay,” Buck acquiesces, so gentle Eddie barely hears it. “What are you doing? Anymore rides for today?”

“No,” Eddie says. “I’m driving over to Red Sands.”

“Red Sands?”

“I guess it doesn’t technically exist, it’s not regulated. It’s sort of what people call that giant desert area in the East—you know Hueco Tanks?”

“Of course.”

Yeah, Buck probably knows about every state park in existence. it just seems like something he’d be into. “Yeah, it’s not too far from there.”

The East side off of Montana Ave, Eddie remembers. He and Shannon used to drive out around Hueco Tanks in his beat up truck to get away from the city, park it, watch the sky. Maybe fuck on the truck bed under a blanket if it was dark enough, but that was neither here nor there. He’d look up and he wouldn’t feel so trapped for once, those precious minutes of stillness and quiet, the sky endless and all-encompassing. He didn’t know shit about constellations, so he’d make stuff up just so Shannon would laugh and bury her cold nose into his neck. 

“Why’re you going there?”

“See the stars,” Eddie says. The sun continues to retreat farther, hiding itself away, and everything blazes red.

“Oh,” Buck says kind of wistfully. “Feeling sentimental?”

“Something like that.”

Eddie used to hate the sand. The desert, it just stretched on for miles and miles, that boring, ugly sand. He doesn’t really mind it now.

“Looks just the same,” Eddie says as he slows down on the road. Red-orange sand, dunes, small hills, sagebrush and yucca. There’s a couple of people zipping over the sand. “White guys love to come out here and ride their ATVs.”

Buck snorts. “I bet they do.”

Eddie wishes, with a sudden blinding ferocity, that Buck were there with him. He could picture it, even, Buck riding one of those eyesores over the blazing red sand dunes, the mostly reformed adrenaline junkie that he is. 

“Wait,” Buck says suddenly. Eddie can hear him set down his mug. “Let me tell you what to look out for in the sky.”

That aching feeling intensifies tenfold, unrelenting. No matter how hard Eddie rubs at his chest, he can't work out the knot.

“Hm. Oh! You should be able to see Jupiter with your naked eye tonight. Mars, too.”

“Got it,” Eddie says, digging his knuckles into his ribcage. It hurts something fierce, but he keeps nudging. “I definitely know what those look like.”

“You can’t miss ‘em,” Buck insists. “You’ll know them when you see them. Trust me.”

Well, Eddie has never had any reason not to. “Sure,” Eddie says. “Yeah, just call me Galileo.”

Buck huffs and then laughs in that way he does that calls Eddie lame without actually saying it. “Man,” Buck says suddenly, forcefully, like it’s bursting out of him. “I really love you.”

Eddie swallows, the ache spreading down to his stomach, stale water trickling from a leaky ceiling. “Hm?” he asks, even though he heard Buck loud and clear.

“I didn’t.” There’s silence. “Mean to, uh.”

Eddie blinks at his steering wheel. “So you don’t love me?”

“No! Uh, yes? Uh, no, I just meant. That.” Eddie wishes he could see whatever face Buck is undoubtedly pulling right now. “That felt weird.”

Eddie doesn’t want to think about why he doesn’t like that. “Why?”

“Maybe, I-I don’t know, because. We don’t really. Say it, I don’t know.”

“Friends love each other,” Eddie says, and it doesn’t feel quite right.

There’s more silence. Eddie feels wrong-footed all of a sudden, cold sweat on his brow. Man, I really love you. Of course Buck loves him, that’s—of course he does. Eddie already knew that. Of course. But it hits him then, like a horse kick to the chest, how they don’t really say it. They just do it.

Man, I really love you, it knocks him right upside the head.

“Yeah,” Buck says after what feels like an eternity times two. He sounds muffled and far away again, and Eddie wants to tell him to speak directly into the microphone, maybe get him to say it again with even more certainty and veracity, but that’d be asking too much. “Yeah, they do.”

The desert stretches on for miles. The wind whips. The ATVs sparkle under the last dying rays of sun. Man, I really love you.

“Yeah.” Eddie swallows, keeps rubbing at his chest that must be caving in. “I love you too,” Eddie says, and it feels too raw. “For the record.” 

Buck laughs, more of an exhale of air than anything else. “Yeah. Yeah, good to know.”

Eddie is able to see Jupiter that night. Mars, too.

The thing is if someone accused Chim of being in love with Hen, in any of the seasons

He would have immediately laughed about it, then told Hen And Karen so all three of them could laugh about it

At no point would be going on a rant about how he's totally not in love with Hen, and how dare someone accuse him and he is not pining hopelessly

Just saying

He JUST wanna keep on dancing in the pink pony club!!

They took his whimsy away 😭😭😭