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I'm having feelings about this Tommy line:

“Yeah, you’re not the only one. I was super jealous. (...) all of you. The 118. How it’s become like a family over there. How you all were willing to put everything on the line for one another. I wanted to be part of that.”

I think for Buck, he needs to see that he has this family. He's Eddie's partner, Bobby and Athena's son, Chimney's brother-in-law, Hen's little brother. He's cultivated a home at the 118 that Tommy didn't have when he was there.

Tommy had a captain that was outwardly homophobic and coworkers who thought being gay was a joke for the dinner table. He forced himself to comply with the heteronormativity of the firehouse for so long, he was barely able to open himself up to Hen and Chim even when that captain was gone.

In my opinion, Tommy is going to be able to show Buck that everything he has is not only special, but something he deserves. Others have tried--see: Taylor, Maddie, etc.--but none of them have been from the 118. No one can truly understand what the 118 was before Buck. But Tommy really gets to emphasize what a difference the team is now and how it's because of who Evan Buckley is.

Anyways, Buck deserves the world and right now, the world is going to be Tommy.

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i encourage you to go to your favourite writer's ao3 page and comment on an older fic, because i can assure you that it will make their day. It can mean so much to see your work doesn't disappear into the void to be never seen again after a day of people interacting with it. Just, if you have the time, go comment on an older work

(pls reblog this to try and get as much writers a bit of appreciation)

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There's something about how, as queer people, our first queer relationship is with ourselves. The fact that 911 not only gets this, but is making it the foundation of buck (and Eddie's) healing journeys?

In awakening to his queerness, we watched Buck start to fall in love with himself, for the first time.

Tommy is wonderful and perfect and exactly what Buck needs right now. But none of this is about Tommy. Or Eddie, for that matter.

It's about Buck and Evan. Buck setting Evan free.

What a glorious, wondrous, queer thing. I love this show so fucking much.

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Hey writer friends, it doesn't matter what you write, question though... what does your search history look like? And why did you Google "how many times do you have to stab someone before they die?" 🤣 I was just talking to @terriblycontrite, and she's pretty sure her search history could get her arrested if anyone cared to look, and...she's not wrong. 😅

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Oh! Speaking of plot bunnies! My writing friends! After watching the preview for 7×05, I really want to read a fanfic about Buck being strangled by that guy during the emergency (like not dying, but pretty significant) and then Tommy being all worried and soft. I know it's early in their relationship (which isn't really a relationship yet..), but I thought it would be really cute.

Please and thank you!?

Thank you, everyone, for sending me links!!! I'm not sure how I missed these. Earlier in the day, maybe I had given up too soon! Love you all!! Keep the links coming!

~CC~

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Hey! Hey 9-1-1 friends! I know a lot of you are writing Tommy/Buck fanfiction, which i am loving! But I need you all to know Tommy has a scar on his chest from a piece of shrapnel he caught during a factory explosion rescue! He mentions it and shows it during Bobby Begins Again! Please include this!! 🙏 🔥

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Yes! All of this! I feel like the "couch theory" is a little extreme. To me he's a normal adult dating the way normal adults date. Some people get it right the first time, some the 3rd time, some never. It's beautifully said here, that's life, that's love. I feel this show is so real in that.

Also... Natalia has by far been the best love interest he's had, and they need a ship name!

im so tired of everyone complaining and bitching about 911. first the show never has been, is not, and never will be buddie centric??? so like if you're only watching for buck and eddie please stop and just read fanfiction instead.

and second of all?? the couch theory??? we saw buck this season saying that he didn't want to rush and pick out the wrong couch but isn't that what he character has always done?? because he's so afraid of being alone?? and yeah, he's grown a lot since s1 and i'm so emotional just thinking about how far he's come (like last ep when he took charge! and help saving everyone! that was so good and amazing!) but also he just went through an incredible amount of trauma and he's still a flawed character (they all are) and he's still lost and confused.

so yeah, he's picking 'the wrong couch' again. so what?? sometimes you have to pick a lot of wrong couches that are not a good fit for you just to find the right one. and sometimes, SOMETIMES, you may never find the right one. that's life. that's love. that's the highs and lows of picking fucking couches ig.

so yeah anyway, i think that's are just some of my thoughts from last night and sorry if i'm rambling.

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Worth a read❣️

So I have read several people complaining that they can't be expected to know the "unwritten rules" of fandom. So here's what I wish people knew:

Fanfiction is fiction.

Fictional people are not real.

Fictional people do not have rights.

Fictional people cannot be abused.

Reading or writing about something does not mean the desire to do or support it in the real world.

If I find art upsetting/triggering/disgusting/outraging/unpleasant/squicky/distressing/offensive, it is on me not to read it, not the creators and hosts to remove it.

Curate your own experience. The back buttons exist for a reason.

If you don't trust yourself to do that, get someone you trust to do it for you.

Fandom is an adult space. Adults create and own and host fandom spaces. If minors want to participate, then the onus is on them and their parents/guardians/trusted adults to ensure they participate appropriately, not on strange adults to stop being adults.

You often don't know the assault status or mental health status or neurotype or race or nationality or religion or gender or sexuality or age of a creator or consumer, and they do not have to disclose to you to justify their fantasy.

AO3 is not a safe space. It is not intended to be a safe space. Proceed accordingly.

Just because you don't like something or find it offensive doesn't mean it is a "problem" that "has to be dealt with".

Most characters in anime are not white.

There is no onus on you to reblog or share anything.

Everyone makes mistakes in fandom and is less than their best self sometimes.

Persistent pseudonyms encourage long term relationships.

Ship wars are stupid.

Someone else enjoying things does not impact on your own enjoyment of other things.

Tagging and warning is a courtesy, not a requirement. Assume any fic might contain untagged content.

Rating is an imprecise art, not a science.

Don't hassle IP creators.

Most people who are in fandom are hoping to make connections based on a shared passion.

Trying to profit from transformative fanworks puts us all at risk.

No one is obligated to share your head canon or fanon.

Being kind rarely fails to pay off.

It is okay to block and remove people who make your experience unpleasant. You don't have to placate them. (Learn from my mistakes).

Britpicking is a good thing.

You don't have to justify why you like a canon/pairing/trope/kink. Sometimes navel gazing is fun, but you don't have an obligation to explain yourself, especially to strangers. I share the overwhelming desire to refute an unfair accusation, but the people accusing you are rarely doing so in good faith, so you're batting a losing wicket.

I'm not your Mum. (Well, okay, a very few of you can call me Mum or Mom, but if you are one of them you already know who you are ❤️)

If you aren't mature enough to take responsibility for your online experiences, you aren't mature enough to be in fandom spaces.

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911 Bingo Master Post

Phew! What a ride, especially the last 2 weeks!

Second round of BINGO done! We didn’t finish our card…again…but we are very proud of the work that we did turn out!

All of these works were completed for @911bingo! We would like to thank @911bingo for this amazing opportunity, all of these prompts are so good and force us out of our comfort zones and we love it! We also want to thank all of our awesome readers! It makes us so incredibly happy to see that others are enjoying our works!

On a personal note, I (@calliecat-cc) personally want to thank my partner @terriblycontrite for everything she does. I may be good at throwing plot bunnies and teasing out and poking holes in plots, but she really is the brains of this operation and none of these would be possible without her, literally, these fanfictions would not exist.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

(BINGO Squares and Descriptions after Keep Reading break)

Master List: · First Time For Everything · Love Me, Love Me Not · Trial By Flu · Hold My Hand · Decline · Paramedic May…Or Maybe Not · Please Sir! · Buck’s Boredom Buster · Our Style, For You · Arrested · Dosed · Robot Invasion · Tell Me, Sir · Blood and Salvation · Home Fires · Vibrations · Feels Like Love

BINGO Squares and Descriptions:

Title: First Time For Everything Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie) Bingo Square: “I’m only using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” Rating/Warnings: Explicit / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39266904 Summary: Eddie bottoms for the first time.

Title: Love Me, Love Me Not Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie) Bingo Square: Anonymous Flower Delivery Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39526452 Summary: A sweet gesture doesn't go as planned.

Title: Trial By Flu Pairing: TK Strand/Carlos Reyes (Tarlos), Grace Ryder/Judd Ryder (Jace?) Bingo Square: Home Sick Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40971840 Summary: The 126-crew signed up to walk through fire, surely they can handle the flu.

Title: Hold My Hand Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie) Bingo Square: Hand Holding Rating/Warnings: Mature / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42018708 Summary: The dangers of sex, saws and home repairs.

Title: Decline Pairing: Athena Grant/Bobby Nash (Bathena) Bingo Square: “Please don’t give up on me. Please, please don’t” Rating/Warnings: Mature / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42531720 Summary: On vacation, haunted by nightmares, Bobby turns to old habits to numb the pain and ease his doubts about the mistakes he's made.

Title: Paramedic May…Or Maybe Not Pairing: None Bingo Square: Paramedic May Grant Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45835876 Summary: May rides along with Chimney and Hen, but paramedic life may not be for her.

Title: Please Sir! Pairing: TK Strand/Carlos Reyes (Tarlos) Bingo Square: Begging Rating/Warnings: Explicit / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45837865 Summary: A needy TK begs a busy Carlos for dessert, and Carlos makes time to give him what he deserves.

Title: Buck’s Boredom Buster Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie) Bingo Square: Time Travel Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45839743 Summary: The 118 crew debate the merits of time travel.

Title: Our Style, For You Pairing: Marjan Marwani/Paul Strickland Bingo Square: Fake Dating AU Rating/Warnings: Explicit / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45899254 Summary: Paul Strickland finds out the hard way that money can't buy you love.

Title: Arrested Pairing: TK Strand/Carlos Reyes (Tarlos), Owen Strand/Original Female Character Bingo Square: Saved from a bad date Rating/Warnings: Teen / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45901633 Summary: TK sends Carlos to save Owen from a bad date, and Carlos does, the only way he knows how…

Title: Dosed Pairing: TK Strand/Carlos Reyes (Tarlos) Bingo Square: Delirium Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45903448 Summary: Plagued by a head cold, Carlos takes too much cold medicine and delirium results…

Title: Robot Invasion Pairing: None Bingo Square: Everyone’s A Robot Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45905314 Summary: Christopher wakes up after movie night with Buck and realizes something isn't quite right…

Title: Tell Me, Sir Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie) Bingo Square: Praise Kink Rating/Warnings: Explicit / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46026316 Summary: Buck knows what he wants, but doesn’t quite know how to ask.

Title: Blood and Salvation Pairing: Matteo Chavez/Original Male Character Bingo Square: Knife Kink Rating/Warnings: Explicit / non-graphic non-con/rape (Other warnings in notes) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46043968 Summary: Mateo is held hostage by a sadistic man who nearly breaks his will.

Title: Home Fires Pairing: Athena Grant/Bobby Nash (Bathena) Bingo Square: Flirting With Thoughtful Gifts Rating/Warnings: Explicit / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46068484 Summary: Bobby and Athena keep their passion alive, even when they're apart.

Title: Vibrations Pairing: Athena Grant/Bobby Nash (Bathena), Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie), Henrietta "Hen" Wilson/Karen Wilson (HenRen), Maddie Buckley/Howard "Chimney" Han (Madney) Bingo Square: Sex Toy Show AU Rating/Warnings: Mature / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46102888 Summary: Everyone gets what they're looking for at Vibrations, even if they don't know what that is.

Title: Feels Like Love Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Josh Russo (Bosh?) Bingo Square: “You make me happier than I ever thought possible” Rating/Warnings: Mature / none Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46124986 Summary: Josh Russo is a by the book firefighter, rankled by the hot-headed rookie…

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Home Fires

Athena Grant/Bobby Nash (Bathena)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (1,556 words)

@911bingo square: Flirting with Thoughtful Gifts

Summary: Bobby and Athena keep their passion alive, even when they're apart.

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Athena came home after a very long night shift to an empty house, and dropped her purse and keys with a sigh. Bobby would have just left for his 24-hour shift at the station, and she probably wouldn’t see him until the next morning. Sometimes it worked out that way, but today it made her long for his arms around her, the comfort of his scent, the taste of his lips.

With a sigh, she made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water before bed, and what she saw put an instant smile on her face. A pitcher of sweet tea sat on the table, next to a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. There was no note to explain, but she didn’t need one; the gesture filled her with warmth, and it was nearly as good as a hug from the man she loved.

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The 118 had been rushed off their feet all day, but Bobby always managed to find time to miss his wife. Married to their careers before they met, it wasn’t unusual for them to spend time apart, but he always longed for them to be back in the same room. Athena was a healthy addiction, that kept Bobby’s focus away from his demons.

He smiled when the team returned from their latest call, to a gift basket left on the kitchen counter. Athena, he knew, but what was inside spoke volumes about the woman he loved. It brought him back to a conversation they’d had about favorite foods, after skipping dinner for sex; a conversation Athena clearly remembered well.

Bobby was running his fingers reverently over the basket’s contents when a curious Buck came over to investigate.

“Oh, nice! Who sent this stuff? And what are those?” Buck asked, rifling through the goods.

“Those, Buck, are black truffles,” Bobby told him, “You ever had truffle pizza?”

Buck shook his head, and Bobby clapped him on the shoulder.

“Well, you can help me make it,” Bobby said with a grin, “It's transcendent.”

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Athena woke up alone in bed, immediately disappointed. Bobby had a conference today, and she had worked another shift that night, so they would miss each other again. Sighing she rolled onto her side to find a giant bouquet of roses, and a Tupperware container of pizza sharing the bed with her. Besides the stab of disappointment that Bobby had been here and she’d missed it, she was deeply touched; Bobby had shared his dream meal, even though they couldn’t be together to eat it.

Picking up the roses she inhaled the fresh scent, a thought occurring to her. Rolling out of bed, she straightened the covers, then stripped off the short, sexy chemise, she'd slept in, panties next, and laid them out on the bed. She had a bit of time before she had to be at work, and she knew what to do with it.

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The conference ran long, and Bobby knew he had missed his wife for another night. Worse, he was needed to cover a shift at the station tomorrow so there would be no early morning tryst. Bobby made his way to the empty bedroom, turning on the lights and stripping off his shirt as he went.

What he found when he made to slide into bed, done with his day, made him pause, and then grin.

Athena had left her nighty, his favorite filmy white one, completely see through, and not long enough to cover anything, along with her panty's, laid out on her side of the freshly made bed. Unlit candles adorned every flat surface, and a tray holding a bottle of sparkling grape juice, a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, and a can of whipped cream sat on the dresser.

Bobby appreciated all of it for what it was; a promise. Soon enough they would be lighting the candles together, hand feeding each other strawberries, and reconnecting on a deeply personal level.

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Another morning without Bobby, and the desire to see him, to touch him, was becoming unbearable. She could smell his cologne when she walked through the front door, and it made her skin tingle, her body vibrate with anticipation. If only he were here, she would wrap her arms and legs around him and never let go again.

In the kitchen breakfast was laid out for her, and she smiled tragically. One more night, she told herself, then she would come home to him sleeping in their bed, or busy in the kitchen, but either way they would make love right where she found him. That was a promise to herself.

Retiring to the bedroom, she found the bed turned back on Bobby's side only, a clear invite for her to sleep where he had slept. Left behind was his LAFD sweatshirt for her to hold onto like a lifeline; he would be back, she just had to wait.

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Halfway through his shift, Bobby couldn’t wait any longer. There always came a point when he had to see Athena or the air became too heavy to breathe. He craved her, but not in the way he used to crave alcohol and pills. Athena never left him feeling empty and tortured; on the contrary, she filled him up and turned him out into the world a better version of himself.

Buck was more than willing to take a shot at the captain’s role for half a day, so with one quick call the station was covered. Bobby drove home as fast as he dared, wanting to catch Athena still in bed, so he could give her a highly personalized wake up call. Gifts and flirting were fun for building up a wall of anxious anticipation, but he was more than ready to tear it down.

Bobby closed the front door gently, not wanting to spoil the surprise with a careless slam, then detoured quickly to the kitchen. Retrieving the sparkling juice, strawberries and whipped cream from the fridge, he took a steadying breath. He had waited days for this and he was going to enjoy it.

The bedroom was dim, and Athena was sound asleep, wearing nothing but his LAFD sweatshirt, one bare leg stretched out of the covers. Setting the food and drink down, he stripped off his own clothes, and slowly approached. He felt like a predator, but a gentle one who would tear his pray apart, then put her back together over and over again.

Athena didn’t stir when he crawled onto the bed, or when he pulled the blanket away. She only moaned when he prodded her legs apart. The scent of her drove him wild, and he had to contain himself as he dipped his head to lick her inner thigh, up to the warmth between her legs. She squirmed, coming awake slowly, perched on the edge of dreaming.

He nudged his tongue into her, feeling her shudder and arch up into him. Gripping her legs, he stopped her from moving, so he could lick and taste, taking his time on his way to that perfectly hidden nub of nerves, that would drive her straight over the edge.

Athena groaned, wriggling in his grasp, but he held on, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. Her nails scraped his back, and he flicked his tongue so she would grab his hair and force him deeper. The noises she was making fueled the fire in his belly, and he was so hard by now it hurt. It was a pain he savored and wanted more of.

Bobby could feel Athena's every muscle tense, and he tightened his grip, forcing her to climax with no relief from the pressure of his mouth.

She screamed his name, and his cock leaked, desperate to fuck her hard and fast until she yelled like that again. Mustering all his self-control, he watched her writhe through the waves of her orgasm, before pinning her and sliding inside.

Her legs came up around his back, and she was so wet, so warm and tight, that he had to hold back, or risk exploding far too soon. Planting his hands on either side of her head, he pounded into her, and she took it, begging for more.

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“I gotta hand it to you Bobby,” Athena purred, stretching out on top of him, and running a hand down between his legs. “You are a hell of a flirt, but you are an even better lover.”

Bobby smiled languidly, turning his head to kiss her swollen lips. “Well thank you my love,” he murmured. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Raising an eyebrow, she tugged at his half-hard dick. “Not that I’m complaining, but aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Nah,” he said, hissing as her fingers kneaded him back to readiness. “I left Buck in charge.”

Athena threw back her head and laughed. “Seriously? I hope there’s a station left for you to go back to.”

Grabbing her by the hips, Bobby lifted her up, setting her on top of him, unconcerned. “If not,” he said, “we can do this full time.”

Bracing herself, Athena sank down onto his waiting cock, before leaning down to kiss a path up his chest, over his nipples, all the way to his mouth.

“Sounds good,” she said, jerking her hips, “I’ll call in sick.”

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Our Style, For you

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

Rating: Explicit

Marjan Marwani/Paul Strickland

Status: Complete (8,822 words)

@911bingo square: Fake Dating AU

Summary: Paul Strickland finds out the hard way that money can't buy you love.

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Teaser:

She wouldn’t leave, he knew that. He had hired her from an agency to be here; Our Style, For You, they called themselves. They assured him that all the ladies in their employ were rigorously screened, that they would respect his privacy, and that no one at the company Christmas party would have to know their CFO was paying his date. Paul’s father had demanded he not show up alone, and left him with little choice.

“Do you read all these books?”

Paul’s head jerked up to meet her beautiful dark eyes, almond shaped, and framed by heavy lashes. He stared, captivated. He could tell she was amused, but not disdaining.

“They’re all different subjects, and none of them have much to do with the shipping business,” she tilted her head curiously, observing him while he observed her now.

“I-“ Paul had to clear his throat and remind himself to breathe, “I do. Read them, that is. I like books better than people sometimes.”

He groaned internally; did he really say that? He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

“Me too,” she said, before he could work himself up. “People are never what they seem.”

She would know, Paul thought. He grimaced, thinking what kind of people she would meet in her line of work…but then again, he was one of them.

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Buck's Boredom Buster

Rating: General

Status: Complete (1,467 words)

@911bingo Square: Time Travel

Summary: The 118 crew debate the merits of time travel.

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Most days the 118 was a busy station house, calls coming back to back, leaving barely a moment to eat, think, or use the restroom; but some days, the bell didn’t ring at all, the crew ran out of scut work, boredom set in, and Buck, always Buck, aimed to save the day.

“Have you ever thought about time travel?” Buck asked, closing the magazine he had been reading.

Chimney glanced up from his book with mild interest, Eddie flopped back in his chair with a groan, and Hen set down her pen, raising an eyebrow. “Not possible. Why?” Hen asked, hoping to head off a conversation that would end with Bobby scolding them.

“Uh-uh,” Buck waved his magazine in the air smugly, “National Geographic says it might be possible, but tricky.”

Hen rolled her eyes, dubious. “Does it really say that Buck?”

Buck shrugged. “Maybe. Sort of. But listen! Imagine if you could…where would you go?”

Eddie sat up straight again. “That depends. Are we allowed to interfere? Or do we have to consider the Butterfly Effect? Change one thing, change everything?”

Confusion crossed Buck's face. “What? Not much point if we can’t change things right?”

“Sure,” Chimney piped up, from the sofa across from Buck. “But changing the past changes the future. For better or worse. Like, say, if someone had run over Doug with their car, great as that would have been, I probably never would have met Maddie, because she would have had no reason to come to L.A.”

“Harsh, but true.” Hen acknowledged from her spot at the table.

“I guess…” Buck’s forehead creased as he thought, “but what about just seeing cool things? Like the moon landing, or the dinosaurs?”

Eddie snorted a laugh. “Big time gap there Buck.”

Buck shot him a glare. “Whatever. I’m just saying, seeing the dinosaurs, or watching the moon landing wouldn’t change the future. Getting a ticket on the Titanic and saving that poor Jack guy though? That would. See, I get it.”

Chimney chortled rudely. “Yeah except ‘that Jack guy' isn't real!”

“Yes he is!” Buck argued, cheeks reddening. “I watched the movie, Chim! Based on a true story?”

Eddie held up a hand to stop Chimney from retorting too harshly and hurting Buck's feelings. Moving from his chair, Eddie took a seat beside Buck and patted his leg.

“The story took place on the Titanic, a real boat, but the characters were made up by James Cameron.” Eddie cut Buck off before he could interject, “but you're right, saving him would change the future, if he were real.”

“You don’t know for sure!” Buck objected.

“Uh, ya we do, cause we read,” Chimney held up his book with a smug grin.

Buck stuck his tongue at him, which only made his grin widen.

“Keep in mind that time travelers aren’t meant to be where they are, so just their presence changes things,” Hen put in, without stopping work on whatever she was writing. “Now if science could reverse time, that would be something.”

Leaning into Eddie's side, Buck asked.

“What’s the difference?”

Hen shrugged. “Like rewinding a tape, versus rewriting a book.”

Eddie loved the little wrinkle that appeared between Buck's eyebrows when he was working to figure things out.

“Isn’t it the same thing?”

“No,” Bobby entered the conversation without leaving the kitchen, “rewind a movie and the story is the same when you play it again. Rewrite a book and you have two different stories.”

Buck considered that, and quickly accepted it because Bobby's word was gospel. Turning in his seat, Buck asked their captain.

“Where would you go if you could time travel Bobby?”

To his credit Bobby's expression didn’t change much, but Eddie winced as soon as the words were out of Buck's mouth.

“I’d save my family, Buck,” Bobby answered just loud enough to be heard, “or never have put them in danger in the first place.”

Buck turned around, wringing his hands in his lap, and Eddie gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“True for most us I think, Buck.” Eddie tried to comfort. “Wanting to save people we've lost.”

“Sorry,” Buck said over his shoulder to Bobby.

Bobby smiled, a little sadly. “No, Buck you were just having fun. Let’s keep it that way. I didn’t mean to ruin it. I think I’d like to see the gladiator fights in Rome.”

Buck brightened at that, and Eddie was glad to have dodged a bullet. Buck was sensitive, and they sometimes forgot that. Even Chimney, who loved to tease, looked relieved.

“Isn’t that crazy violent?” Buck asked Bobby.

Bobby shrugged, sliding a pan into the oven. “Sure, but by some accounts they were freeborn, or ex slaves who chose to fight. They were fed like kings, and had access to the best medical care. Sort of like an old school UFC. Had to be entertaining.”

Buck accepted that, and turned his attention to Hen, who was too distracted for Buck's liking. “What about you, Hen?”

Hen set down her pen to give it some thought. “I think I’d join the civil rights movement…you know get into the real nitty gritty of making change…protests and all that. Be a radical.”

“Cool,” Buck said, happy to be involving everyone in his boredom-busting conversation. “You'd be great at that Hen.”

“Thanks, Buck,” she said, “I like to make good change.”

Feeling ignored, Chimney clambered up from his sprawled position. “I'd be a cowboy back when people could just claim land. Settle on some huge ranch, like in Yellowstone, spend my days rounding up cattle and riding the range."

Hen huffed, giving him a scathing glare. “And what about all the native people the Homestead act displaced? That was a nasty business, that still hasn’t been sorted out.”

Chimney pointed an accusatory finger at Bobby. “Hey, I thought we decided this was all in good fun! Hen should lighten up. I only want to ranch, not oppress anyone.”

“You know nothing about ranching!” Hen accused, “this is the first I’ve ever heard of ‘Cowboy Chim'.”

Eddie stood, raising a placating hand. “Hey, now, relax, if Chim wants to be a cowboy we should let him.” Reseating himself, Eddie went on, “in fact I think I might join him. Ranching is good, honest work, and I’m great on a horse. Might even try the rodeo, roping, riding the broncs…I’d be good at that.”

Chimney rubbed at his chin, looking Eddie up and down. “Sure, partner, just so long as you don’t get too caught up in the glory, that you forget to pull your weight on the ranch.”

Buck was genuinely offended, butting in to point out that he and Eddie would be sticking together, even while time traveling.

“I’m not going anywhere without Eddie, so you either include me in the ranch or we're going somewhere else. Like…ancient Egypt, or 1920’s New York. How cool would that be?”

“You want to live through prohibition?” Chimney asked, wryly, “last I checked you enjoy a beer as much as I do, kid.”

Hen shook her head, but Bobby happily pointed out that New York City never really gave in to prohibition laws.

“They fought tooth and nail,” Bobby informed, wiping down the counters with a rag, “the immigrant population especially. There was a good living to be made in liquor and they weren’t about to have it taken away. Lots of illegal trade going on, so it would be a dangerous place.”

Buck sniffed at that, wrapping a possessive arm around Eddie. “Well, either way I’m sticking with Eddie, so you’ll have to deal with it Chim.”

“Down boys,” Hen ordered, on her feet and heading for the kitchen. “Just having fun right? Besides, Chim will never cut it as a rancher. He's scared of horses and cattle. You and Eddie can take over when he runs screaming back to civilization.”

Everyone laughed except Chimney, who grabbed up Hen's papers off the table, threatening to run off with them.

“Don’t you dare!” Hen warned, moving to intercept Chim, chasing him around the table. “I’ve been working on that for hours!”

Chim dodged around her, heading for the stairs “Admit I’m a good rancher and I’ll give it back,” he taunted, thundering down the steps with Hen right on his heels.

“Health and safety!” Bobby called after them, “don’t run on the stairs!”

Two ‘sorries' floated back up their way, and Bobby shook his head fondly, while Buck turned to Eddie with a serious expression.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere unless we were going together,” Buck swore, eyes locked on Eddie's. Eddie gave him a look of pure indulgence. “You know it right?”

“Course not Buck,” he said, brushing the side of his face, “there'd be no fun in that.”

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Please Sir!

TK Strand/Carlos Reyes (Tarlos)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (4,031 words)

@911bingo square: Begging

Summary: A needy TK begs a busy Carlos for dessert, and Carlos makes time to give him what he deserves.

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Teaser: TK watched Carlos from his perch at the kitchen counter, thinking his partner looked sexy with his apron on, hair mussed, and hands coated in flour. Bored, with nothing to do but flip through a cookbook, TK began to picture Carlos naked under his apron, both of them covered in flour, knocking dishes and pans out of the way so they could-

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Paramedic May...Or Maybe Not

Rating: General

Status: Complete (2,883 words)

@911bingo Square: Paramedic May Grant

Summary: May rides along with Chimney and Hen, but paramedic life may not be for her.

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May Grant was by no means a quitter; she was strong-willed, determined, and rarely backed down from a challenge. That morning she was going to be the star ride along of the 118…now it was 11:47, not even noon, and her optimism was waning.

“Grab my bag will you?” Chim called, jogging toward their fourth call of the morning, a cyclist who rode down a flight of cement steps. “And be quick, Grant! This isn’t the call center, you need to use your legs.”

May didn’t miss the wink Chim directed at Hen, or the amusement that tugged at Hen's lips. It was all in good fun she supposed, but she had been lugging bags, running and fetching all morning, and that was the best part…the rest of the time she was getting puked on, or wanting to puke herself. Before today she'd had no way of knowing just how gruesome a third degree burn could be, or how far away you had to be when a kid projectile vomited, and if that weren’t enough, she was pretty sure she could see bone sticking out of this next guy’s ankle.

Joining her partners for the day, she hid to wince, taking in the compound fracture Hen was stabilizing.

“Ok May,” Hen said, glancing up to make sure she had her attention. “You can see the bleeding is under control, so we want to cover the open wound with a sterile dressing, then we can splint it…very carefully, and…are you watching?”

May nodded, turning her grimace into an unnatural sort of smile. Bike guy looked like he was barely holding it together, but May had learned her lesson about offering pained, panicked people her hand. Her fingers were still aching courtesy of their burn victim.

“Shock is our enemy of course, but we will keep an eye on that in the rig,” Hen went on, while May tried not to focus on just how white bone is in the sun, when you let it outside of the skin. “Let’s move him Chim,” she ordered, gesturing at the stretcher.

“What about my bike?” The patient spoke up worriedly. “Can we take it with us?”

Chim grinned, helping to heft the injured man without jostling his leg.

“Sure,” he said, “May here will grab it.”

Their next few calls were less bloody, but they hardly fell into the emergency category. Hen lectured a man who bit his tongue eating pizza, a woman who lost her ticket and was ‘trapped' in a parking garage, and a man whose wife wouldn’t let him leave the house until he admitted he was having an affair.

May had to admit she was exhausted by the time they responded to an expansive home in the hills, where three frantic teens, reeking of marijuana, were stressing over their stoned friend who had climbed a tree before falling fast asleep.

“Man! How are we gonna get him down?” The blondest of the teen boys asked, latching onto Chimney’s arm, eyes glassy and unfocused.

May shook her head, shading her eyes so she could see the dark haired kid, perched precariously on a jutting limb, a good 25 feet off the ground. She resisted the urge to laugh nervously, taking her cue from Hen who was also gazing up into the tree, poker faced.

“Well,” Chimney said, patting the blonde boys shoulder reassuringly, “our friends in the fire engine are right behind us. They’ll climb up and get him down…until then, let’s not startle him.”

Everyone stared up, holding their breath. May leaned over and whispered to Chimney.

“Aren’t you worried?” Side-eyeing the stoner kids, wondering if they were too high to realize their friend could fall and die. She was mirroring Chim and Hen's casual stance, but inside she was horrified that all they could do was stand by and wait.

Chimney turned his head to look her in the eye. “Hell yes, but let's not tell them that,” he nodded to the teens. “The ladder truck was only minutes behind us. Hen radioed them so the siren is off, but they’re coming.”

The ladder truck did arrive, quietly, and they worked swiftly, with no shouting of orders this time. The truck was positioned, Eddie raised the ladder, and Buck climbed up to secure a harness on the kid, all miraculously, without waking him. Bobby stepped up beside May to give her shoulder a squeeze, and she smiled at him even though she wanted to weep with relief.

Once Buck had the confused teen on the ladder, everyone on the ground whooped and cheered. May acknowledged that being out in the field wasn’t so different from the call center; there was a time to keep quiet, a time to focus, and a time for loud celebration. Just, at the call center there were a lot less bodily fluids, May reflected, as the formerly treed kid looked up to where he'd been, turned, and vomited all over Buck.

Delivering babies was both the best and worst of paramedic life, Hen told May on their way to yet another call. Labouring mothers were unpredictable, and you had to develop a feel for which were about to deliver, and which just needed reassurance and a ride to the hospital. The miracle, Hen said, was when you heard the baby cry, and it never got old, but getting there could set your teeth on edge.

Despite Hen's gentle warning, May couldn’t help her excitement. The birth of a baby was a celebration, and being a part of it had to be rewarding. May had coached a few pregnant women as a dispatcher, staying on the line until the medics arrived. Those calls gave her the best feeling because after all the pain and worry, there was joy. In person, May reasoned, it could only be better.

It was a poor neighborhood they pulled up to, and a tiny ramshackle house. They exited the ambulance in a hurry when a frantic man, not much older than May, ran out to usher them inside. May grabbed a bag without being told, feeling energized, but suddenly guarded, hearing the guttural noises from their patient as they stepped through the door.

The woman, so young, probably a teenager still, was lying was on the living floor in a makeshift bed of cushions and blankets. In the corner was a children’s inflatable pool, that Hen scrutinized before kneeling beside the labouring mom.

“We heard that giving birth in water was better for the baby…” the young father defended, misinterpreting Hen's interest for disapproval, the real concern being the amount of blood in the water.

“When did she get out of the pool?” Hen asked him, feeling for a pulse.

“Um, just before I called you. She was hurting really bad…I mean worse than before. She's been at this all day, since early this morning. We-uh-well we couldn’t afford a hospital birth.”

May reached out to lay and hand on his arm, trying to offer some comfort. He turned wary eyes on her.

“What are your names?” May asked, wanting to connect.

“I’m Andrew,” he told her in a shaky voice, “and that’s Lila,” he motioned, “we're married. She's my wife.”

May nodded, gripping his hand. Together they watched Chimney place an oxygen mask over Lila's face, while Hen lifted the blankets to find out how imminent the baby’s birth was. The grim smile she turned on May and Andrew wasn’t reassuring.

“I can see your baby's head,” she said, “but your wife is bleeding a lot. We need to deliver before we transport. Then, hopefully, we can control the bleeding. Be ready to move.” Hen gave May a meaningful look that spoke volumes.

Then Chimney was radioing for another ambulance, Hen was urging the exhausted mom to push and push hard, and Andrew raced to her side while May stayed rooted to the spot. The mood in the room was far from joyful anticipation, and all she could do was stare wide-eyed, while Hen guided the baby straight from its mother’s womb, into the world. There was no cry as Hen handed the newborn off to Chim, and started grabbing up all the padding she could to stem the flow of blood that followed.

May felt frozen, but when Hen summoned her she went, pulling on gloves, holding pressure, doing exactly what she was told, trying not to think. Another ambulance arrived and whisked the baby away, Lila was transferred carefully to the stretcher, and the whole ambulance ride was Hen trying desperately to revive their patient, while Chim drove as fast as he could, lights and sirens blaring.

“I’m sorry May,” Hen said softly, perching beside her on the back of the rig, still parked in the emergency bay. “You shouldn’t have had to see that, and I certainly shouldn’t have asked you to help.”

May shook her head. She wasn’t upset about that. She was only upset that the world could be so harsh, and that immeasurable suffering went unnoticed everyday. She sure didn’t notice. Not really. Not even from her dispatch job.

“What if they'd been in a hospital?” May asked, throat tight.

Hen sighed, and wrapped an arm around May's shoulders. “Things might have been different. They might have still gone wrong. Pre natal care would have helped. The placenta attached low. The doctors could have done a C-section.”

May held back tears because she wasn’t a child. She came on this ride along to learn the job, and this was the job.

“They both could have lived?” She asked, meeting Hen's eyes, daring her to tell the whole truth.

“There's a good chance.” Hen told her, frowning. “There are free clinics and county hospitals. They should have found help.”

May shook her head angrily. “Andrew said their families wouldn’t even help. How were they supposed to know they could count on strangers?!”

Hen hugged her close for a minute. “May, in this job there are going to be times, lots of times, when you just can’t make sense of the things you see. All you can do is dwell on the good calls, and let the bad ones go.”

“I don’t want this job!” May cried adamantly, burrowing closer to Hen.

“That’s fair,” Hen said, stroking her hair. “That’s totally fair.”

The last call they attended, after May assured Hen and Chimney she could continue, was something of a tonic.

It came from an older lady who lived in a pretty little house surrounded by beautiful, well-tended gardens. She had fallen and called 9-1-1, reluctantly, from the cell phone her daughter bought and made her carry. May braced herself to see this woman, who clearly took such pride in her home, taken to hospital, then straight from there to some nursing home, where she would be stuck while all her plants died.

Hen knelt down next to the embarrassed woman to check vitals, while Chim positioned himself on the other side. May got the impression they'd done this before.

“Can you tell me your name?” Hen asked, satisfied that pulse and respirations were in normal range.

The woman smiled apologetically up at all of them. “It’s Eloise, but you know that,” she gave a deep sigh. “I know the country, the date, the city, and the President too. I’m really ok. It's just my arthritis…makes it impossible to get up once I’m so far down, if you know what I mean.”

May could see it. Eloise had toppled into one of her garden beds, a fairly soft landing, but the raised edge made getting up a challenge.

Hen and Chimney had no problem getting the tiny woman up and back inside the house, once they were satisfied she had no serious injuries. She refused transport to the hospital, kindly, but had a few requests.

“You folks can make yourselves comfortable,” she told them, “lots to eat in the fridge. I know you’re busy but I’m hoping you can open my pill bottles for me…my hands don’t want to do it anymore.”

Chimney picked up the bottles on the table one by one, checking the labels, and opening the lids.

“El, how long has it been since you took your pills?” He asked gently, motioning for May to get a glass of water.

“Just a few days,” she answered quickly, eyes downcast. “I’d hate for anyone to think I cant manage on my own. I do just fine! It's the finicky things is all. Like these bottles.”

May handed over the glass of water, and Hen joined them with a sandwich she had thrown together.

“Eat something because those pills can make you dizzy if you don’t,” Hen advised, “and El, the pharmacy will put your pills in a blister pack. Something easy to open. I’ll call right now,” Hen told her, pulling out her phone.

Eloise looked surprised and grateful. She didn’t say anything though, turning eyes on May who was taking in the tidy house with it's whimsical décor.

“Your home is really beautiful,” May said sincerely, “you must like to decorate.”

Eloise’s house was not the blast from the past many senior's homes were. It was a showcase of her life, from the photo's on the wall and travel memento's, to the stylish but comfortable furniture, covered in plush throws, and colorful cushions.

“I Iike to buy things,” Eloise chuckled, “you have to be nice to yourself. Took me awhile to learn that, but it’s good advice. Helps if your bastard of a husband dies and leaves you all his money too!”

May, and Hen who had finished her phone call, both laughed along with her at that, while Chimney shook his head.

“Wow, El, what are you teaching this girl?”

That only made her grin wickedly. “Oh, if she keeps coming back I can teach her all the good stuff!” Eloise pinned May with a interested gaze. “Seriously, come on back. Visit with me. I can teach you piano, gardening, or better yet to how to make a man-"

“Whoa there!” Hen cut her off, thoroughly amused. “I’m not sure May is ready for all your trade secrets yet, El.”

Eloise was determined though, wagging a finger at them all. “Sooner she learns the better! I’ll tell you, May is it? You can’t be afraid to fail. That fear kept me in a worthless marriage for far too long! If you don’t succeed at one thing, that’s no proof you won’t be good at the next. Remember that! It's why I’m a gardener, piano player, seamstress, and not particularly good at any of them!”

El cackled with good humor, but May’s mind went instantly to school, particularly her reluctance to go, and she wondered if she was so easy to read. Slowly, she nodded.

“So? Pick a day. Come back and see me.” The woman insisted, face all lit up so that May couldn’t help smiling back at her.

“I’m free this weekend,” she offered, genuinely curious about what this lady might have to offer.

“That’ll do fine,” Eloise winked at her, “and don’t bring these two. They're alright, but I see them so often it's getting dull.”

By the time they had dragged themselves back to the 118 station house, cleaned and restocked the rig, May felt wrung out. It had been a long day with some terrible low's, and though May wasn’t sorry she'd rode along, she knew she was not a paramedic in the making.

“How was it?” Bobby asked, as May, Hen and Chim, joined the crew at the table for dinner. “Learn something new?”

“Oh, plenty!” May returned truthfully, glancing at all the faces around the table. She admired them, more than ever, and she respected their courage and resilience. Someday she hoped that she would have the same fortitude, but for today, she was being kind to herself and admitting that she did not yet. “It was really something,” was all she said though.

“We had some tough calls, but May powered through,” Chimney told everyone. “She should be proud.”

“That’s for sure,” Hen chimed in, snatching the dinner rolls from her partner. “Best ride along we've ever had.”

Bobby beamed, clapping his hands together. “Excellent news! Maybe we can add her to the 118 family? After some training of course.”

May held up her hands to ward off the very idea. “Oh, no thanks Bobby,” she said, shaking her head wildly, “I mean I got the message with Eloise, that not all calls are bad, and there is a lot of good to be done…I assume you guys keep that lady in her home? Showing up whenever she calls? I’m even looking forward to visiting with her, but even if helping people is for me, the paramedic life is not! I’ll find another way. I’m going to open that course catalogue from USC and figure it out. I promise.”

There was silence and May had a moment to worry her speech had offended the whole team…but then they all burst into laughter. Eventually, May joined in.

“Good to hear,” Bobby said, dipping his head toward her.

“Sky's the limit, May,” Hen chimed in.

“Seconded!” Chimney added.

“Good luck May!” They all cheered, making her blush gratefully.

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Whatever Sir

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (4,501 words)

Summary: Spanking is out of the question, but Eddie finds other ways to make Buck sorry.

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Teaser:

Buck was hyper-aware of his Dom's disapproval on the ride home from the hospital, Eddie’s eyes plastered to the road, pointedly ignoring Buck. It made Buck just a little bit grateful for his injury because the tight set of Eddie’s jaw spelled trouble for him, and the way Buck figured it his ass would have been aching even if he hadn’t slipped and fallen down a flight of stairs.

Tired of the silence, Buck tried to lighten the mood.

“Do you have to hit every single pothole, Eddie?” He grimaced, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “You’re not that bad a driver, so you must be doing it on purpose.”

Eddie shot Buck his sternest glare, and Buck had the good sense to regret opening his mouth.

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On board with all of this!!! 🙏

Do you think it is indeed a choice that means something, or do we buddie shippers just need to start thinking that maybe it won't be happening? I really really hope you are right, but if they keep keeping them apart this whole first half of the season, I just wonder if we need to start being realistic? However why would they start the season with that kitchen scene then... I'm sorry this sounds negative and it is def not, I'm still hopeful, I just wonder if other people feel like this :)

Very simply: yes, it’s a deliberate choice, and not only is it not a cause for concern it’s necessary and should be exactly what leads to Buddie canon.

This season kicked off by throwing down a gauntlet that Buck is missing what is right in front of his face (a conversation that took place while he was literally looking at Eddie and Christopher and cooking for them like a whole-ass husband), that he’s searching for happiness in the wrong places because he can’t see what he already has (or thinks he can’t have it). They proceeded to send him off on a journey about fatherhood specifically (but only the illusion of it—donor, not dad) because of the Diaz Boys of it all, because Eddie and Buck still haven’t talked about the shooting, haven’t talked about the will, and are very much not on the same page about Buck’s actual role in Christopher’s life (aka to Eddie, Buck is Christopher’s other dad, to Buck, he’s only a contingency plan if Eddie dies).

Similarly, we also just got a giant flashing neon sign with Tomorrow—Henren’s queer love story (with shooting parallels galore), in which both of them ended up with a life and new dreams that looked nothing like what either of them originally intended or expected for themselves. The trajectory is LOUD.

The separation of arcs is simply because Buck and Eddie are different characters and because their arcs need to be a little bit separate right now while they’re both figuring things out. It’s partly to increase the dramatic tension and draw it out, but also partly for practical reasons. On one hand, there’s the fact that this is an ensemble show and they have other stories they’re telling and other characters—so they laid the groundwork, pivoted over to Hen for a few episodes, and now they’re pivoting back. On the other, there are legitimate plot and character reasons why they haven’t been involved in what we’ve seen so far (which, to be clear, is really just Animal Instincts). Buck is keeping this a secret deliberately. He went to Hen instead of Eddie deliberately—on a character level, because she has some experience with IVF etc and is a good friend, but also because this is not something he can talk to Eddie about. (By contrast, Eddie wanted Buck to be involved in his issue with Chris—Buck’s his co-parent, Buck is always involved, but Buck was the one pulling away and not letting himself get involved).

Eddie’s going to find out about the sperm donor thing. Probably in the very next episode (Cursed). As far as we can tell, he’s going to be the main (perhaps the only) significant person in Buck’s life to be involved in this storyline directly going forward (since Jen said Maddie hasn’t been involved with it at all). Which makes sense, because they’re on a collision course regarding all things shooting/will/Christopher/feelings-related. So they’re not separated entirely.

If I’m right, Eddie’s going to feel some kinda way about it. And Buck will feel some kinda way about Eddie reacting to it. And that’s what will set the stage for where we’re going in “What’s Your Fantasy?” With “Uncle” Buck babysitting (again, explicitly not being a parent) left once again to think about what he really wants in his life, while Eddie is going through a parenting first with Christopher (and Carla) in a scenario that is a perfect opening for them to circle back to what exactly Carla meant when she told him to follow his heart/what (who) Eddie’s heart really wants.

I strongly suspect we will have a canon confirmation of one form or another (because what it means to “go canon” is entirely subjective to everyone but whether that’s a kiss, some sort of confirmation of feelings (to a third party or otherwise), or whatever is all the same to me) by the midseason or very shortly thereafter, but they won’t actually get together officially until late in 6B (or the finale itself because Buck babygirl we have GOT to get you back in therapy)—which would be very S2 Madney of them. Regardless though, it’s happening. Everything they’re doing points to it happening. We are only 1/3 of the way through the season and this is a season-long arc—just be patient and enjoy the ride, because it’s shaping up to be some damn good storytelling.

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‼️THIS! 100 TIMES THIS!!!

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[I feel like I should add I don't want to sound like I'm pressuring anyone... if you don't want to see certain content obviously keep it hidden and protect yourselves BUT this post is mainly targeted at the horny little gremlins I write for who will be suddenly deeply confused when their smut supply is cut off]