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in tears over ryan using the collar from his shirt as a pocket square
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buddhamethods · 13 hours
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Evan "Buck" Buckley 9-1-1 | Season 1
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williethelemon · 2 days
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An au where Eddie gets cursed, turns into a cat and Buck takes care of him until they find a way to break the curse.
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9-1-1-polls · 3 days
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theladyyavilee · 3 days
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we've been OVERDUE for a return of the heart metaphors in relation to eddie's love life and we only got a little bit via the omission of the heart when he lists based on what he made his decisions to marisol and that already felt pointed, but now that we KNOW how much they had to hold the story back, the fact that they have been pretty quiet on the heart front most of last season, especially 6b (except for dr salazar my beloved <3 and eddie restarting buck's heart (which yes, I am still feeling insane about, thanks for asking), but we barely got any textual mentions and especially not about eddie's heart after cursed) and this seasons so far and it has STILL not been adressed what eddie's heart wants???? yeaaaah yeah yeah
they are saving the heart metaphor for something GOOD and I cannot fucking wait <3
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tommykinard6 · 2 days
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Buck spoiling Tommy because Tommy deserves to be loved and cares for too.
Yes!!!!!
We all love to spoil Buck and he deserves to be spoiled. But Tommy needs to be wined and dined and given flowers and kissed senseless too. He needs to be cuddled and appreciated and complimented. He absolutely finds it hot when Evan, who is just that little bit smaller than him, is still easily able to manhandle him gently, lift him against a wall to passionately make out. And he deserves Buck to hold him during the bad days and to keep coming back even when it’s hard and to love every version of him, even when his confidence slips and he becomes the scared little boy that’s still inside of him.
Buck showing up to his house and taking him to a fancy date. Taking him to dance under the stars. Making sure his clothes are warm and comfortable after a long day at work. Massages that turn Tommy into a puddle because he’s not as young as he used to be and every year, even as in shape as he is, the job gets just a little bit harder.
And Buck holding his hand and pulling him close, kissing him on the cheek and saying proudly to whoever will listen, “This is my boyfriend/fiance/husband, Tommy.”
Buck calling Tommy the love of his life and Tommy figuring out how to handle being a priority in someone’s life, something he never has been.
I’m completely normal about them, guys.
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idealuk · 3 days
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Biggest pipeline ever pipeline. The world isn't ready for May 2nd.
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goldenhand9107 · 1 day
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thing I noticed about the music!
i had a weird thing constantly in the back of my head while I binged 9-1-1 over the past few days. and that was the music.
(and i mean the score, not the soundtrack. soundtrack is a whole other can of worms)
this is network television. the score isn't anything super special or standout, but it's alright. it was composed by Mac Quayle, who I know from Mr. Robot, and Todd Haberman. unfortunately, it's unreleased, meaning I can't point to names of specific pieces but they reuse a lot of motifs so they're pretty recognizable to any fans of the show.
and, being me, who has a spotify playlist with over 500 pieces of music from various movies, tv shows and games, and an ear for this stuff, there is one thing that stood out.
like i said there's recognizable motifs. the tense actiony one that plays during a call, the goofy one with what sounds like a washboard (? i may be so wrong here) that plays whenever they're bantering in the firehouse or something comedic happens. the soft piano that plays whenever there's a quiet emotional moment between two characters (which i affectionately started calling the "911 feelings music" in my head). but the thing that really got to me, that was sitting in the back of my head for the whole time I was watching,
Buck and Tommy's theme is new.
at least as far as I could tell! I started this show because I rewatched their kiss scene like 80 times, I have that shit memorized at this point. and when I started picking up that they reuse a lot of their pieces, I started listening specifically for the floaty piano and guitar piece that plays right after the BuckTommy kiss. it's not super unique or distinctive from every other piece of score used in the show, but I never heard it in any other moment, so I'm pretty sure it's brand new for them!
and that just makes me so happy that I felt like I had to share.
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fixationrambles37 · 2 days
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Can we just talk about the 9-1-1
Character Poster For this Season!
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AND NOTICE HOW BUCK IS THE ONLY FIREFIGHTER WITH A HELICOPTER IN THE BACK!
Not just any Helicopter…
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ITS LITERALLY TOMMY’S LAFD CHOPPER.
ABC has been hinting at Tevan (bucktommy) from the get go AND KUDOS TO THEM!
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Watching the 911 ladder truck on Buck's leg episode, and my bucktommy heart can't help but thinking about how it would go if it happened now.
If Buck and Tommy had been on like 4 dates, and still figuring things out. They've only kissed like 3 times total, and Tommy can't help it but he's definitely smitten. And then there's a whole firetruck on Evan's leg and he's an hour away on a call. Watching the news on his phone as he waits for everyone to load up on the helicopter to go back to base. And his heart is beating so fast he's pretty sure it'll come out of his chest. He can barely breathe, watching this kid with a bomb impede the 118 from helping Evan. Thank god someone else is qualified to fly this helicopter back because Tommy can't think straight.
He watches the whole way back, nearly sobs when the community comes together to get the truck off him. Confused when the guys practically push him out of the chopper and he's on a roof. A hospital roof. And he's then he's running. He sees Chim and Hen and their confused looks first. Can barely get the words out. "How is he?! How's Evan? Where is he?!" And they take pity on him and tell him he's in surgery and the doctors are pretty sure he'll be ok. And then the rest of the team, and Evan's sister, show up. And he waits. And waits. And tries to play it cool. Tries to look like a worried friend and not a guy whose heart might get ripped out of his chest if Evan dies. Then the doctor says it went well and they're sure he'll walk again and he's in recovery. Soon after, they all have people to get home to so it's just him and Maddie. And she gives him a knowing smile, tears in her eyes. And he breaks down. Quiet tears running down his face.
And when the nurse tells them they can wait in his room, Maddie tells Tommy to go ahead. She's getting coffee and food. And so he sits with Evan's hand in his, stares at him. Takes comfort in seeing his chest rise and fall as he breathes. And when Evan wakes up, and Tommy looks like he hasn't slept in a week, and still has his hand in his, Tommy panics for a second. Forgetting no one knows. And then Evan smiles. Squeezes his hand and thanks him for being there. And finally, after hours, Tommy can breathe again.
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Oliver Stark the man you are....
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Timber Timbre
The firework that sets him off is probably a Roman candle, and way closer than all the other ones have been, by Hen’s estimate. Eddie is on the ground before she can say anything and Hen’s blood runs a little cold at the realization of what’s happening. 
“Eddie,” she says gently. “It’s still fireworks, it’s okay.” 
Eddie is squatting low behind the kitchen island, head down, and he’s visibly shaking. He nods jerkily, but his breathing doesn’t slow at all. Hen’s heart hurts, but she’s careful not to get too close. She’s well versed in many a mental health crisis, but what to do when your friend is having combat flashbacks feels a little out of her depth. She gets low with him, keeps her tone soft and even. “How can I help, Eddie?” 
His eyes are wild when they meet hers, his hands clenching around nothing like he’s physically clinging to the present. “Can you-“ he stutters. “Where is-? I need Buck.” 
Hen is on her feet as quickly as she can without startling him. “I’ll find him, okay? You stay right here.” 
Downstairs, Buck’s holding the heavy bag for Chim, saying something that was probably meant to be encouraging but comes out more antagonistic. Their shift into being brothers has obviously been going well. They both stop in their tracks when they see the look on Hen’s face. 
“Eddie needs you.” It feels important to say it the way he did.
Another firework goes off then and Buck pales. “Oh, shit.” 
Then he’s taking the stairs two at a time with Hen and Chim not far behind. “Kitchen.” She calls after him. 
Eddie is where she left him, but now his hands are pressed against his ears. Buck squats down in front of him slowly, ducking his head so he can catch Eddie’s eye. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s me, I’m here.” He says, like it’s definitely not the first time.
He looks back and Hen and Chimney, whispers, “Can you guys sit with us a second?” 
They nod, taking their places off to the left across from them, backs against the kitchen counter. Close enough if they need help, far enough away to keep their bubble intact. Hen’s grateful for the direction, and when Bobby comes out of his office, she waves him over, finger to her lips. He doesn’t question it, just squats down on Hen’s other side. 
Eddie shudders, breathes hard out of his nose. Says, “Buck.” Real soft. 
Buck nods, scoots closer at the recognition, reaches out to run his fingertips feather-light over Eddie’s forearms. “You’re in LA, Eddie. At the 118.”
Eddie gasps like he’s just reached the surface of water. “Doesn’t- doesn’t feel like it.” 
Buck grimaces. “I know. I know, let’s go through it, okay?” 
Eddie nods, once, lets Buck take his hands and keep going. “I feel,” Buck prompts. 
Eddie closes his eyes. “Panicked.” 
Buck nods, soft look on his face like pride. It makes Hen’s eyes water. Their boy has grown up so much. 
“Because the fireworks made me think about,” 
“The chopper going down. Getting shot at while the fire was burning. Greggs.” Eddie grits out through bared teeth. 
Buck rubs his thumbs over the backs of Eddie’s hands. “But if I look around I can see,” 
Eddie forces his eyes open with what looks like immense effort, trains them on Buck for a solid ten seconds before he looks around the rest of the room. “You. The 118. Bobby. Hen. Chimney.” 
He looks at each of them in turn. Hen nods encouragingly, waves a little, which seems to increase the recognition on his face. 
Buck smiles at him. “Yeah, that’s good, real good.” 
Some of the tension seeps slowly from Eddie’s shoulders, and Buck rewards it with a squeeze of their joined hands. “Tell me what day it is.” 
Another firework goes off in the distance and Hen wants to murder someone. Bobby looks like he’d help her without a second thought. The fucking audacity to set off explosives when you live by a firehouse is astounding. 
Eddie winces but Buck stays firm with him, tapping his fingers rhythmically against Eddie’s knuckles. “What’s the date, Eds?” 
“Fourth of July.” 
“Exactly. Which means,” 
“Morons.” Eddie answers, rote, like he’s been trained. The way Buck’s handling him right now, Hen supposes he has been. 
“You got it.” He praises, pressing forward until his forehead rests against Eddie’s. “Chris was excited, though, remember?” 
“Poke cake.” Eddie responds and Bobby smiles. 
Midwestern traditions often mystify Hen, but Christopher was so excited to make that weird jello cake with Bobby and Buck that she couldn’t help but decide she loved that one. They spent all evening in Bobby and Athena’s kitchen last night, making gratuitously American dishes that should be objectively gross but that Denny and Chris were wild for. Poke cakes with red and blue jello, things being called “salad” that have never and will never be salad, and burgers that were always a welcome staple in Grant-Nash cookouts. 
Buck is tapping his fingers on Eddie’s knees now, alternating as he prods Eddie to talk him through Christopher’s latest science project. Bilateral brain stimulation, her brain provides. Works for most long-term trauma treatment but can also be helpful during flashbacks. Evan “Internet Research Extraordinaire” Buckley certainly hasn’t been a slouch in this endeavor. 
As he talks through Buck’s prompts, Eddie is slowly relaxing, sitting up on his own a bit more but shifting closer to Buck, tension slowly bleeding out of him as he points out the things he knows, the things he can see, what Bobby made for dinner, what Chimney’s favorite show is right now, what class he helped Hen run flashcards for. It makes Hen’s heart grow too big in her chest. To know that they’re a part of Eddie’s recovery, of him feeling safe. 
“Where are you, Eddie?” Buck asks again after a few minutes of this. They’re side by side now, shoulders brushing as they lean back against the island cabinets. 
Eddie takes a deep breath, sags a little against Buck. “I’m in LA. I’m at the 118 firehouse. You’re all here with me. Everyone’s safe.” 
Hen smiles encouragingly at him, Chim says, “We’re here for you, man.” 
Eddie looks away, mutters, “Esto es tan vergonzoso,” color staining his cheeks. 
“Nuh uh.” Buck answers, firm. “None of that. No tienes nada de que avergonzarte.” 
Hen knows Buck spent a while in Peru. Bartending, she thinks. She’s heard him speak Spanish to people on calls before, but his accent has historically been horrendous. It sounds like being in the Diaz orbit has been helpful for that. Hen doesn’t speak Spanish well, but she’s been in LA long enough to get the gist most of the time. 
“Sorry you guys had to see that.” Eddie apologizes anyway, ignoring Buck.
Bobby shuts that down immediately. “Everybody’s got their demons, Eddie. We’re just happy we can help with yours.” 
He tells Eddie he should take the rest of the night, even as Eddie protests that he’s fine and he doesn’t want to leave them hanging. “It’s just a few hours, Eddie. Take him home, Buck?” 
Buck nods, looking relieved that he didn’t have to ask permission. Eddie still looks a little mortified, but it’s tempered by Bobby’s careful hand on his shoulder. “Get some rest, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
“When do you think they’ll give in and just get married?” Chim asks after Buck bundles Eddie into his Jeep. 
Bobby snorts. “I’ve had the paperwork ready to go for years.”
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tommykinard6 · 2 days
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Tommy grew alright.
He grew from a hunky twink to a dilf-without-the-d hunk no I will not be accepting any criticism on this matter
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He still deserves to get lovingly manhandled
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daniwib · 2 days
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@911onabc please help us
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Insta post reshareable here
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idealuk · 3 days
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Oliver.👏🏻 Said.👏🏻 That.👏🏻 We're.👏🏻 Not.👏🏻 Wrong!!!👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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theladyyavilee · 2 days
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I said, how about matching buddie shooting icons just for tonight and arah said, BLOOD RED, and I said, red string of fate 😌, and arah said oh- (and then she fell asleep before seeing the icons xD)
so here we are xD I just wanted to share them like this, because I actually like how they turned out conceptually (no feeling quite so sure about the actual look, but alas, I am done with them xD) and yes I did play connect the dots with the blood splatter on buck's face which sure made me feel a little insane in new ways 😌 (very 'let me map the constellations of my blood on your face and call it my new universe, let me live in you' 😌)
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