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i have found a way to make boops vaguely marine biology related
get pom pom'd
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Eddie is gushing about Steve to Robin and he mentions how it's so fucking metal the way he never shies away from danger. Like, quite the opposite, he literally jumps right into it without a second thought!
And suddenly Robin remembers how Steve wanted to be tortured by the actual real Russian secret service if it meant that his then friendly coworker who he never saw outside of Scoops would be at least a little bit safer. And she notices for the first time how Steve always makes sure that everyone is safe before he leaves a dangerous place - how he makes sure to always be the last one - and she thinks fuck.
(She feels so fucking bad. He is her best friend. Her soulmate. The person who knows her best and vice-versa. How has she never noticed this before?!)
They start paying closer attention to him, then. Neither like what they see. Steve's eyebags grow bigger with every day that passes. He doesn't eat a lot. He can never say no to others, no matter how much it inconveniences him. And when Robin and Eddie gush about what an awesome person he is, he gets an uncomfortable expression on his face and denies it. Robin had never noticed how most their interactions were self-deprecating jokes until now, either.
They need to stage an intervention.
The next time Steve walks through the doors of Family Video, Robin and Eddie are ready. They lay down all the facts and propose a simple deal: either go talk to a professional, or they will explain everything to the rest of the party and they will force him to talk to a professional. It will end the same way no matter what he chooses, might as well take the path with least resistance.
The only thing that sounds worse than paying a stranger to talk about his feelings is to be forced to talk about them to his friends, so he agrees.
He doesn't think it will make a difference, at first. It's not like he is allowed to talk about monsters and other dimensions.
The first session is awkward. But Robin and Eddie always look at him with such worried and expectant looks and he cannot bear to burden them in any way, so he starts opening up more. He can't talk about the time he almost got eaten by Demogorgons in a secret supernatural underground tunnelsystem, but he can talk about the time Billie almost beat him to death. He can't talk about the secret Russian operation beneath the mall, but he can talk about almost dying in the "mall fire". (His memories of his time there are all scrambled because of the drugs, anyway. It is more about the 'near-death' thing and never being able to feel safe, which he can talk about)
He doesn't mean to talk about his interpersonal relationships at first. But then his therapist cautiously asks him about his parents, and before he knows it he is spilling beans he didn't even know needed to be spilled. He talks about how he only seems to be friends with people who went through traumatic experiences with him, and what does that say about him? He talks about when he first realized that other kids are not left behind by their parents for months at a time. He finally starts unpacking the whole Nancy situation and realizes, wow, turns out he isn't nearly as over the whole thing as he'd hoped. (There are a lot of tears).
He seamlessly fills session after session, and at first he doesn't think that it makes much of a difference. Until the kids meet him after he is exhausted from a double shift at Family Video and beg him to drive them somewhere or other, and he can say no and not give in without fearing that they will cast him aside.
(Robin and Eddie are smug when they also notice the changes, but Steve supposes they have earned it this one time.)
#steve looking at an oceans worth of issues:#“oh man i sure hope i have enough problems to justify paying a professional”#and then has the audacity to act surprised when he doe#pen.#stranger things#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#stobin#steddie#stranger things drabble#steve harrington drabble#stobin drabble#steddie drabble
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(by Eddie Wingertsahn)
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Lyrics from Oceans - Seafret
I want you
And I always will
I wish I was worth
But I know what you deserve
You know I'd rather drown
Than go on without you
But you're pulling me down
#buddie#buddieedit#evan buckley#eddie diaz#evanbuckleyedit#eddiediazedit#lyrics#lyric edit#911 edit#911 abc#911 buddie#911verse#911#eddie x buck#oceans seafret#seafret
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some favorite lines from How to Build an Ocean: Instructions off the top of my head:
"it feels like they're depending on my slowly ending"
"if tomorrow i'm gonna be haunted, today i'm gonna be free"
"just a reminder i've only one life to lose"
"i'm begging you to feel just a little bit less"
"give me a song that makes me feel like i'm home"
"reminds me that i gotta save up, gotta pay for my casket"
"we all sing the same old songs, we just sing them different now"
"i just wanna know you're with me, i don't care if i die with words unsaid"
"i am everyone and everything all of the time"
"i don't wanna be angry, what has anger ever helped"
"i just wanna find the perfect placement of my joy within your soul"
#bears in trees band#bears in trees#music#indie music#eddie posting??? no...#bit band#how to build an ocean
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Picking Sides
When Steve and Eddie inevitably break up, the kids take Steve’s side. They blame Eddie completely and exile him from the Party. All of the kids start excluding Eddie from Party gatherings, belittling him when they see him in public, and outright glaring at him whenever he’s in their sights. They do so against Steve’s wishes and see their actions as protecting a friend.
So, Eddie is left alone, friendless, jobless, and depressed. Without the Party, Eddie has no one. I mean, he has his Uncle Wayne but the guy works far too often to have to deal with his needy little nephew on top of everything else. But he continues on. He mourns the loss of his relationship with Steve, the happiness he felt with the Party, and the sense of belonging that was so fleeting it couldn’t have possibly been real. The breakup was amicable between the two but the fallout with everyone else is anything but.
The Party’s mistreatment of Eddie is actually what gets the two back together. They decide that the reason for their mutual split, having different goals for the future and not wanting to disappoint each other later on, isn’t worth the hassle it created or the misery they both felt.
So, after being broken up for approximately two weeks, Steve and Eddie get back together. But they don’t disclose this to the Party. Oh no, instead they mail them a postcard and a picture of the two of them kissing in front of the ocean. Upon closer inspection, the kids could make out Robin in the background eating an ice cream cone. When the three of them come back a week after they disappeared, it’s to grumbled congratulations for the two and shouted words of worry (from Hopper).
Guys, I am working on the angst prompts! As soon as I made up my mind to be productive, my lungs tried to kill me via asthma flare-up. But it is coming!
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#they had to take Robin with them because she lied on Steve’s hood until they said she could come#plus neither one had seen the ocean and they wanted to see it with their best friend#Robin actually ends up hating the picture they sent because in it she’s eating butterscotch ice cream#her least favorite flavor and one she often denies ever touching#stranger things#steddie#ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley
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im actually gonna choke and die at this point. bobby has to PULL EDDIE off buck. like he actually fucking tugs at his coat and PULLS HIM AWAY. clawing my eyes out EDDIE DOESN'T LOOK AWAY FROM BUCK UNTIL HE ABSOLUTELY HAS TO. WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS.
#don't even have words anymore im still spiraling abt 6x10 im still there#someone save me im gonna drive into the ocean#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 fox#911 spoilers#911 6b#buck x eddie#buck and eddie#bobby nash
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108 "is that my shirt?" with the pairing of your choice please zoey <3
my dear beloved lou—i love this prompt so much, thank you <3 please know i listened to moon river by frank ocean for the entirety of its creation. I hope you like it
steddie | pre-slash/confession (kinda) | 868 words
Eddie takes a deep breath.
Blue. That's what it feels like. Spring fresh cornflowers in his lungs, the edges of an inky indigo sky staining his fingertips. Blue is the breath he takes, the old ceramic bowl of cereal he's got clutched to his chest, the veins under his skin.
It's the color of Steve's shirt.
Eddie shifts—presses his back fully against the window frame, the cold seeping through the thin cotton a welcome relief from the heat of the day. He keeps his head titled out towards the street, but his eyes are focused in.
Steve is on the opposite end of the window, head resting against the glass, his own bowl of cereal balanced carefully on both knees. Eddie watches the last of the day curling into his collarbone, the tips of his bangs. His chest moving in slow and easy breaths, eyes just slivers of hazel in the light. A sleepy cat, perfectly content.
Yet despite the quiet peace of the moment, Eddie feels it. Has felt it all day. Something sticking, unsettled in himself. Sleep in the corner of his eyes, the dry coarse grind of sand in his back molars. He's blamed it on the weed, paranoia lurking in the silence between the hum and ding of the microwaved nachos they'd made earlier—his mind trying to makeup for a body that had, for once, slowed down.
But that didn't stop himself from feeling it, from knowing something is off—no, Eddie shakes his head—different.
Something is different about Steve.
Steve, very carefully, spoons a mouthful of mushy multi-grain into his mouth. Grimaces, then does it again. A drop of milk lands on his shirt, seeping into fabric quicker than it landed. A spot of midnight in a sea of navy.
His shirt is blue. Which, all things considered, isn't different at all. Though he tends to favor the warmer side of the wheel chart, Steve's wardrobe is a rainbow of colors. From steel blue jackets to violet sweaters, Eddie's seen him in it all.
Mouth closed, his tongue runs along his teeth, twists against the edges of the back. Can't quite reach the end.
A dark blue t-shirt. A little big, not swallowed in fabric but less form fitting than most of his clothes. Old, maybe second or even third hand if the edges of the sleeves are anything to go by. Or the image splashed on the chest, which is really only a memory of a design—speckled silver to grey in uneven patches. There's still one letter legible, a sharp 't' dead in the middle.
It looks a bit like a band t-shirt, reminds Eddie of the shirts Wayne gave him when he first moved in, before they could go the Salvation Army together. Smoke and oil clinging to the threads, a reference to a song he'd only heard once on the radio, but stuck. Settled the buzz in his head, let his body move and mean something more than disappointment. Staring in the mirror, hair barely more than a buzzcut, navy stark against his pale skin—
”Is that my shirt?”
His voice is too loud, accidentally overshot by both the shock and last half hour of silence. Steve doesn't seem to be as affected, turning his head against the glass to face Eddie with a smooth nonchalance.
“Yeah,“ he says. Eddie looks at him, brows raised. Steve looks back, bloodshot eyes blinking slowly, seemingly feeling a one word explanation is all he needs.
Eddie searches for something, anything to say, ends up with a choked cough, and then, “Why?” Which—stupid, stupid, stupid.
Glacial blue, Steve looks down at his (his or his? theirs?) shirt, then back up at Eddie.
“Must've gotten it mixed up.”
Must've gotten it mixed up.
What.
Eddie blinks. Feels a bit like a dog as he shakes his head, mouth opening and then closing up tight in quick succession. There's no way Steve Harrington mixed up his clothes. The man spends 30 minutes a night picking out his outfit for the next day. He missed a group movie cause he couldn't find the right jacket. He almost had a conniption when Dustin tried to wash his colors with his whites.
Steve always wears the gold and red striped socks when he needs a bit of luck and never just throws something on. Steve doesn't ‘mix up’ clothes, not unless he's dying, not unless it means something—
Oh.
“Oh,” he says out loud, dumbly.
Steve smiles like their afternoon—a hazy, sticky sweet honey in his hands.
“Yeah.”
And then Steve winks, and turns back to the window.
Eddie bites his lip, feels his mouth tearing away into a smile anyway. Turns back to the outside before he does something crazy, shovels in another spoonful of nearly disintegrated cereal, watches night settle in. Lights from other, distant homes click on, warm yellow windows bobbing along in the pitch black darkness.
In the morning, when the sky lives up to its infamous hue, and the weed has left them their usual jittery, overthinking selves—Eddie will ask him other questions, will need more replies filled with complex, compound sentences.
Eddie takes a deep breath.
Navy.
And for now, that's enough.
writing prompts!
#my work#my writing#steddie#steddie ficlet#eddie munson#steve harrington#ask game#writing prompt#eee this was so lovely to write and i really hope it makes sense#they're in love ur honor okay#brought to you by frank ocean's moon river and ikea sparkling pear juice
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @spotsandsocks (who just posted the final chapter of her amazing werewolf fic!) @hippolotamus @tizniz (who has posted several new fics!) @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @aroeddiediaz and @diazsdimples (who has also posted a new fic!) Thank you all so much! Super excited for all the new works and the ones in progress!
Let's say it all together now... NFL BUCK! Shorter snippet today, but I'm trying to share less because I feel like I've shared almost the whole fic already (lol I haven't). Previous NFL Buck postings here. Enjoy!
"Okay I am so confused. Can you explain it all again?" Buck asks once Eddie finishes the whole bank robbery/framing debacle.
Eddie chuckles and gently tugs at the blond curls beneath his hand, earning a pout from the younger man, "Baby I am not going through all of that again. If you really want to get a better understanding, just talk to Athena. I'm sure she would love to regale you with her side and the investigation."
Buck tightens his arms around Eddie's waist, snuggles deeper into his chest, then peers up under his eye lashes, baby blues wide and pleading, "But she doesn't have your beautiful voice seeped with southern annoyance."
He gives in immediately (has been since their first meeting) and brushes off the southern annoyance remark (no matter how true), "Fine, but just a basic run down okay? Any other questions get directed to Athena."
His boyfriend hums in agreement, eyes sparkling with giddy, and his pout replaced with small, but pleased smile. Eddie quietly laughs, god he loves this man, and cranes his head down. Evan meets him halfway, lifting his own head from Eddie's chest and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss.
Eventually, Buck pulls aways first and settles himself once again on Eddie's chest, his head resting on the three dashes and three words inscribed on fireman's pec. Eddie could feel the press of the quarterback's ear over his heart and his smiles broadens, knowing how Evan likes to hear not only Eddie's words, but the vibrations of his voice alongside the beat of his heart.
Pressing one last kiss to the top of Buck's head, Eddie settles back against their plush head board, returns his fingers to Buck's curls, and begins the tale of the failed heist for a second time, "So we get this medical call out to a bank..."
Some domestic fluff at the end of the Ocean's 911 arc of this fic. Hope you all enjoyed!
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https://sara-631.mjcyd.asia/p/c0vgMFL
#fishblr#ocean vuong#draw the squad#real estate#spun colorado#china#sistar#the bold type#aot x reader#daemyra#tomb raider#eddie diaz#apartment#eddie x reader
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it may be a tad bit early- no it's not. it's never too early for Halloween
trick or treat?
TREATTT!!!!
BABY FROGFISH!!!
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Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 2x15 Ocean's 9-1-1
#911 on fox#911 on abc#buddie moments#buddie#buck x eddie#eddie x buck#evan buckley#eddie diaz#ryan guzman#oliver stark#gif#gifs#gifset#2x15#oceans 911#911edit#911edits
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hi ',:/
#steve harrington#steve#stranger things fanart#stranger things#joe keery#is this enough tags#i sure hope so#anyway; he wants to sail the ocean of flavors w u#but like also not rly#can't you just pay and leave#pov: u r eddie at scoops ahoy
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Admiring the Ocean
I promise this is fluffier than the last thing I posted. Kinda. It gets there, in the end. Enjoy!
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Eddie was never what anyone would consider a ‘quiet kid’. He did everything so loudly — so himself — and without reservation. It’s one of the things that Wayne insisted he loved most about him. He didn’t hold back, ever, and Wayne thought that kind of being, that kind of loving, was beautiful.
Unfortunately, the world would not agree with Wayne Munson, because Eddie was only eight when he first started getting into Dungeons and Dragons. Someone at school had lent him a guidebook, and he had taken it home to read. Occasionally, when he read something particularly intriguing, he would turn to his dad and repeat exactly what he learned. At first, he got patient smiles and nods. Then his dad would roll his eyes before turning to listen. Eventually, he would audibly scoff as Eddie required his attention. This would lead to his dad eventually growling out, “For god’s sake boy, shut the fuck up before I make you.”
That would be the first time that Eddie learned that sometimes he was too loud.
It wouldn’t be the last time.
Eddie was ten when he came home to tell his dad about his crush. He was ten when he learned that he should be quiet about that part of himself. He was ten when he was almost killed for loving a boy. He was ten when he left to live with his Uncle Wayne. He was ten when he decided he wouldn’t talk anymore. He was too loud.
It didn’t last, however. It lasted about as long as his uncle found out he decided to stop talking. It lasted maybe two hours. And then his uncle was telling him that there was nothing wrong with him. That the way he loved was magnificent, so completely and irrevocably perfect. It would take longer for Eddie to believe it. To embrace it.
Even then, though. Eddie decided he would love boys quietly. From a distance. He knew it was dangerous for him to love openly. So he didn’t. He made every other part of himself so loud it drowned out anything else. No one noticed the quiet yearning Eddie felt. He hid it from everyone.
Well.
He tried to hide it from everyone.
But Wayne must have known, must have been told, must have somehow seen, because he took Eddie close one day and whispered into his ear gentle reassurances.
“I know. I know, it’s okay. It’s okay to love boys, y’hear me?” Wayne had gruffly spoken, firm but quiet. “I know it’s scary, but it is okay. You are allowed to love boys. I love you. You are mine, y’hear me, boy? My son. And you can love whoever you want.”
Eddie still hid it. He just hid it with Wayne, letting his uncle hear about whoever he liked. He couldn’t help it, really. But other than that, he was quiet. He never showed signs in public. He was still loud, but he used it as a cover. He used it as a shield. Threw himself into being so wholly and unequivocally himself so that he could watch, yearn, admire from afar. Used his speeches at lunch to give himself a chance to look at whatever pretty boy had captured his attention.
Eddie loved pretty boys.
He did so quietly, observing from afar, content to love them from his mind, doing nothing to show for it besides the occasional longing look. He never expected any of them to love him back, how could he? Loving them was never about getting loved in return — no one expected a sunset to watch them back. He was happy doing what he was doing.
And no boy was as pretty as Steve Harrington.
Loving Steve Harrington wasn’t something that Eddie had expected. It had happened suddenly, without a warning. Eddie had been unaware of the fact in one moment, one breath, and in the next one, Eddie knew he would love Steve Harrington until he died, probably. He also knew he would do so silently. The one thing about himself he would ever do quietly. He watched as Steve healed and became more himself, admiring the way that he had been building muscle strength. He watched the gentle happiness return to Steve, how it radiated from inside of him and brightened the entire room. He was breathtaking. Still, Eddie loved without expectation. Without planning to tell anyone. Other than Wayne. Wayne heard it all.
Heard about the way Eddie is certain he could create constellations if he concentrated hard enough on the moles and freckles dotted across his skin. He heard of the way Steve’s laugh brings a smile to anyone who’s around to hear, the noise so gentle and fond it’s impossible to ignore. The way that Eddie is convinced that Steve was art, a sculpture carved from stone, appearing soft and forgiving, but actually sharper than he lets on.
Except.
Eddie got comfortable. When Eddie got comfortable, his self preservation goes down, apparently. Eddie and Steve were hanging out, and Steve was looking at Eddie curiously, searching for something. Eddie wasn’t scared of what he was looking for — at first. Then, the longer Steve looked at him, eyes growing ever fonder, Eddie realized what Steve was looking for. Maybe not what he was looking for, exactly, but what Steve had found. Eddie was terrified of whatever it could be.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asked, looking at Eddie in soft confusion. Not accusatory, just curious. Worried, maybe. It soothed Eddie enough to just start talking.
“I learned from a young age that sometimes I love things too loudly,” Eddie started, unsure where he was going until the words were spilling out, “But I still loved so much. Everything. Dungeons and dragons, art, theatre, math on a good day. I just didn’t know how to be quiet about anything I admired. And well, some people didn’t like that, so they tried to shut me up.” Here, Eddie paused for a second as he contemplated something. “I guess, in a way, they won. Because I stopped loving boys out loud, but god, do I love them. Especially pretty ones, like you. But I learned that just because I can’t be loud about it, doesn’t mean I can’t do it. So I did it from a distance. Never straying too close. It’s a bit like loving the stars, y’know. Or how a sailor loves the sea,” he paused, smiling softly, “in the way photographers love a sunset. With my entire being and no expectations to be admired, to be loved, back. You don’t look at the ocean and expect it to look back at you.” He ended his ramble, trailing off and feeling his cheeks heating up. He said a bit mire than he meant to. Well, he supposed, he was never really meant to love quietly.
Eddie opened his eyes when a hand touched his cheek, not realizing he closed them. His eyes met Steve’s, who was looking back at him so softly, so lovingly, that Eddie was struck with the absurd thought that this is what it must feel like to be admired, to be loved by the ocean in return.
#i told you it’d be fluffier at the end#anyway this was fun to write#loving the ocean as a metaphor#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve x eddie#stranger things#st#steve harrington x eddie munson#fluff#hurt/comfort#angst#kinda ig#unsteddie writing
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did you know there’s a tunnel under ocean boulevard is richie coded btw LIKE “don’t forget me like the tunnel under ocean boulevard” BECAUSE HE’S SCARED OF BEING FORGOTTEN !!!!!?:!!,!;!,!;!;!:!:!:!:!:!
the real ones get it
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Ok so I’ve been chatting on discord with @theladyyavilee @mistmarauder and like you do I had a lightbulb moment!! Jess is an enabler and made me make this post so I’m sorry everyone in advance!!!
We are talking tsunami and the next level layering the writers have been doing. I really love that this show rewards us for rewatching and really looking at the details!
I was rewatching the tsunami arc for watery reasons and it got me thinking about the line the incident command dude says (3x02 15:29 if you want to watch for yourself!)
‘we’ve already had two [waves] so far and can expect another 4or 5 before it starts to recede’
Well that got me thinking about it being deeper than a throw away line about the fact that tsunamis aren’t just a single wave of devastation, but actually multiple waves. We’re currently doing so research to establish when the water theme actually starts but I’m currently wondering if this line is the possible beginning of the water metaphor - the two waves we’ve had being what precedes the tsunami - so the truck bombing and Shannon’s death.
Then the 4-5 expected waves to come after being the show telling us that there will be 4-5 things happen before we get to canon Buddie - before the water finds it’s level. The waves we’ve had since then are the well, the shooting and the lightning strike making 3 and we can maybe include Eddie’s breakdown as another one (although I’m not sure) which makes 4. We also know there’s going to be some big disaster at the end of the season (two trapped dads theory my beloved) which could take us to either 4 or 5 (depending on if we include the breakdown or not) suggesting that perhaps water will find its level the the end of this season/ the beginning of the next season and therefore Buddie canon will happen shortly thereafter!
If we think about everything in a little more detail and think about how those 4-5 more expected waves would decrease in strength each time (as the water settles back to its level) and them being key marking points in their relationship - the most intense ones that have the biggest impact - being at the beginning and clearing a path for the subsequent ones which are no less important, but having seemingly less dramatic results as they are just building on what’s already there.
But lets, for a minute, go right back to the beginning - back to season two - things then begin to make even more sense - tsunamis are started/created by underwater earthquakes which means the earthquake in s2 is the starting point for everything (If that’s how this came about the writers of this show are so genius I can’t even begin to put into words how much I love them and their insane cleverness!) it is the big event that sets everything that comes after into motion - and it is the event that actually establishes buddifer (Buck mets Chris post earthquake when he drives Eddie to pick him up from school).
Then you get that vacuum where all the water heads away from land as the tsunami builds its strength - Christophers line ‘Where did all the water go’ is kind of a metaphor for the vacuum created with Shannon’s death. She was Christopher’s previous water level - his having two parents (even if she was absent he still carried hope that she would return - then she did. Her loss creates turbulence for him (and Eddie and by extension Buck) and his waters are no longer level. I love the idea of this vacuum being created at this moment, but the events leading to it had already been set in motion before she even came back into the picture - that this massive change was already incoming.
The truck bomb is the first wave - and actually thats when we see Eddie’s attachment to Buck in a physical way - the hand holding - and it leads to our first Buddie hug (and technically the second as well). It also marks the point where we end up with both of them being single.
The tsunami is wave 2 - the big shift here is obviously the deepening of Buck and Christopher’s relationship - the biggest and most important pivotal thing after Buck and Eddie’s own developing relationship - because Buck having an independent and strong relationship with Chris is a requirement if buddie are going to work - the show needs to establish them having their own special bond which is separate from Chris and Eddie and from the 3 of them together as a unit.
With those two things established - the two big waves - then the smaller waves can surge in - they don’t need to reach as far because the base has been created by the first two waves - their path has already been cleared making these subsequent waves’ jobs are ‘easier’.
So wave 3 (or wave 1 of the 4-5 further waves) is the well - with it comes the big and key change of the will - and we continue the link to water.
Wave 4 (wave 2 of the further waves) is the shooting which as well as revealing the will, independently continues to further the father-son relationship between Buck and Chris. I can’t think of any obvious watery connections here - beyond the pool of Eddies blood we see spilling onto the asphalt.
If we assume Wave 5 (wave 3 of the further waves) is Eddie’s breakdown - which ties all 3 of them closer together and establishes just how deep the level of trust is between Buck and Eddie. there isn’t an obvious water connection to Eddies breakdown - beyond the tears - but the episode itself involves several water related accidents or scenes (Shark cage rescue, and all the fish from the freezer and we get Maddie playing with Jee in the bathtub as well).
Then wave 6 (wave 4 of the further waves) is the lightning strike - which just continues to build on all that’s come before - it doesn’t really reveal anything new just leads to a big jump in the amount of buddifer scenes we’ve had since. again we have a watery connection with the heavy rain!
And the potential final wave is the one we haven’t seen (which would be wave 5 of the further waves)- but could be the two trapped dads of it all - both of them being at risk at the same time and the realisation that potentially comes out of that - it not necessarily being a confession moment, but the moment before it - before the waters calm and find their level and then they’ll be in the right place to move forward - together!! We know there is a watery connection to whatever this happens to be from the bts we’ve had - filming at the Queen Mary and the road collapse is next to/ over water.
So there we have it - either the writers set out the roadmap to Buddie way back when, or I’ve gone insane and should probably be locked up in an institution - I leave it to you to decide which!
#water theme my beloved#tsunami arc my most beloved#tsunami arc - the gift that keeps on giving#water water everywhere#water metaphors#this show is next level insane#I will be flinging myself off a cliff and into the ocean#911 speculation#911 spoilers#911 thinky thoughts#911 on fox#911 fox#buddie#buck#eddie diaz#evan buckley
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