the buddie hyperfixation persists

Patient: says something fucked up or real weird The 118 + Maddie: 👀👀👀 [eyes emoji]

For the two anons who requested a variation on this idea

Image ID: various scenes from 9-1-1

gif 1: People rush to get out of the way to avoid a plane landing in a golf course. The text reads, “* fakes an air emergency to propose*” Buck, Bobby and Hen look at the guy in shock.

gif 3&4: Man sitting in a dark room with text, “*doesn’t know how to disable the booby traps in his house.” Bobby looks towards Hen, Chim, and Buck.

gif 5&6: A women who has blue skin says, “I mean, what kind of loser has to work on Christmas?” Bobby, Buck, Eddie, and Chim look at each.

gif 7&8: A woman says, “He’s still alive?” Bobby and Buck look towards her.

gif 9&10: A woman in clear pain says, “Oh, we should’ve broke up three years ago.” Maddie turns around and looks at the woman’s boyfriend in pity.

gif 11&12: While their patient is on the ground, his friend starts reading his love note to his crush. The text reads, “I think we’re caught in the middle of some weird Cyrano thing.” Hen and Chim look at each other confused.

gif 13&14: A woman who’s hand is pinned to a wall by a screw “*confesses to being a mommy blogger*” Eddie and Bobby look at each other in surprise.

gif 15&16: A man confesses, “Babe, I thought you knew. I’m married.” Hen and Chim look at each other awkwardly.

gif 17&18: A man trapped in quicksand “*confesses his love to his roommate’s girlfriend. Hen looks back to the girlfriend.

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Eddie reaches up to brush a curl from Buck's forehead as he murmurs, "It wasn't your fault, mi alma. I got it."

buck pouts as chim and hen both look at him incredulously. chim is leaning back in his seat with a smirk already painting over his face, all easy teasing. hen has that mix of fond exasperation and worry that she sometimes gets around him, the one that bobby shares, sometimes. it's weird, being worried about. he hasn't really had anyone worry about him this much since maddie, and he hasn't decided if he likes it yet. sometimes, it's nice. other times, it feels like ants crawling under his skin.

right now, he shrugs. "i just never needed one, i guess."

hen tilts her head. "how the hell did you manage to get to LA without a credit card?" she asks.

buck looks at her for a moment, figuring out if she's actually asking. she's not, probably. most people aren't.

"how the hell are you living in LA without a credit card?" chim asks, which is a question that he probably does mean. "you can't get a fuckin' closet around here without having to show your credit score."

buck shrugs again, not really knowing what they're expecting. "derek said it was fine," he says. "like, it's not like i signed anything."

that gets him more incredulous looks. "you didn't sign-" chim's smirk has been replaced by something more concerned, which buck decides he does not like. "buck. where the hell are you even living?"

"derek's couch," the duh is implicit.

"his couch?"

"it's fine, it's a pullout."

hen has taken her glasses off, and buck watches her and chim share a Look with something uncomfortable churning in his stomach. they look at him like he's a kid, and he doesn't know how to tell them that it's not like he doesn't know that you're supposed to rent a proper place, with a contract and stuff, in theory. it's just that-- well. he didn't know if he was gonna make it through the academy, and what's the point of signing a lease when you might just blow off into the next state in a few weeks anyways?

he doesn't say that, because that would be a bummer. he used to think that his parents' whole don't complain so much, evan and why do you insist on being so negative stuff was bullshit, but he found out pretty quickly on the road that they were actually right -- nobody likes a bummer.

instead, he just tilts his chair back, bounces his knee a little. "do i need a credit card?" he asks.

chim looks like he's about to make another snarky remark, but hen thinks about it seriously, which is why she's buck's favorite. "i think it's a good idea, buckaroo," she says, earnestly enough that buck takes her seriously. "always a good idea to build up your credit score as early as you can, if you ever want to rent somewhere, or make a big purchase."

"not that you're gonna get an actual landlord not named derek to accept any applications anytime soon," chim adds, all casual teasing again. "you know, with your baby credit score and your probie salary. better hope your boy doesn't kick you off his couch."

buck flutters his eyelashes at him. "are you saying that you wouldn't let me crash on your couch, howard?" he asks, sugar sweet. chimney kicks the legs of his chair, and buck yelps and windmills to grab the edge of the table, kicking at chimney's ankle as he does.

"if either of you hits me, i'm going to tell bobby," hen threatens.

"what did you want to tell me?" bobby asks, coming out of his office. chimney and buck both freeze, tilting their chairs down to sit like adults. bobby looks over the three of them, raises an eyebrow. buck makes his eyes as big as possible.

"nothing, cap," all of them say in unison, chim half-snickering, hen hiding a smile beneath a palm, buck blinking innocently at him.

bobby stares at them for another moment, but before he can say anything, the alarms ring. they blink at him, he blinks back, sighs, then starts towards the rig.

buck follows, reveling in the sound of footsteps around him, all of them in unison. as he pulls on his turnouts and shoves himself into the engine, he turns to chim and hen.

"hey," he says a little hesitantly, as the engine begins to shake and move out of the station. "if i bring my stuff..."

chimney bumps their shoulders together. hen pats his knee.

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And a little boy comes up to her and hands her a Capri Sun and is all "can you help me I can't get to the juice."

And she's all, "Of course, sweetheart, but also who are you here with? Let's maybe make sure you haven't wandered off to talk to strangers, okay?"

And the boy points and, oh, yep, okay, that man seems to have gotten his foot caught in the monkey bars and is stuck upside down. (It is okay, there is another man climbing up to try and help him and also a teenager who's filming the whole thing, so.)

So she pops that little straw into the foil like the pro she is and she's all "Here you go. Why don't you sit here with me until your dad has his feet back on the ground, okay?"

And the boy plops down next to her and takes a long sip of juice an then says, "That's not my dad."

And she says, "Oh?" as her brain flips through uncle, step-dad, family friend, muuuuch older brother.

And the boy, who has had things explained to him many different times in many different ways, so never quite knows the right words he's supposed to use, says, "I'm never going to see my dad again."

And the woman, a little paler, a little higher pitched, says, "Oh?"

And the boy, who is making moves to help himself to some of the orange slices she just put out, says, "Yeah, Buck took me when our car got smashed up, so I live with him now."

And the woman, who has the vague concept in her mind of seeing an amber alert a few days ago that she did not actually read, slowly reaches for her phone as she says, "Oh???"

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