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iamharryhale · 3 months
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Hen: The floor is lava!
Maddie: *helps Buck get onto the couch*
Chim: *pushes Albert to the floor*
Hen: As you can see, there are two types of siblings.
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incorrect118buddie · 1 year
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Buck: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.
Eddie: Wow. They sound stupid.
Buck: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.
Eddie: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”
Buck: I guess you’re right. Hey Eddie, I love you.
Eddie: See! Just say that!
Buck: Holy fucking shit.
Eddie: If that flies over their head then, sorry Buck, but they're too dumb for you.
Buck: Eddie.
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buckdefencesquad · 7 months
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The Buckley siblings really just have to go 🥺🥺🥺 and people fall in love. They have too much power, imagine if they were evil, the world would be over.
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ashwinmeird · 8 months
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“Freeze,” Maddie commanded, “squat back down.”
Buck had almost made it through the whole afternoon without her noticing. They were assembling newly bought furniture now that Maddie and Chim had decided what didn’t work with the new house or what else they needed. He had survived the China cabinet, two dressers, and a nightstand before a bookshelf did him in.
Reaching, really, was what did it. The tank top was a risky choice even without reaching up to attach the top of a bookshelf.
“Evan.”
“It’s really not that big of a deal, Mads.”
Maddie hadn’t changed her disappointed look since he could first remember seeing it. All crossed arms and I know what you did eyebrows. More than twenty years and he never developed even the slightest bit of immunity to it. “You always show off new tattoos when you get them, you must have kept this a secret for a reason.”
“I didn’t really plan to get it. It’s not like I was purposefully trying to pull one over on you.”
Except, he sort of was. Not just on Maddie, on everyone else. Keeping his new tattoo away from prying eyes that would misinterpret it.
“You didn’t plan… did you get another tattoo while drunk?” Maddie pulled at his tank top, revealing the new ink barely hidden behind. “You said you promised yourself that wouldn’t happen again.”
His brief stint in college had been a series of misadventures, but the knife wielding duck on his foot was one of the only things he still carried with him. A drunken tattoo probably soundly awesome at the time, but waking up the next morning with a mischievous mallard permanently marked on him made it decidedly a one time thing.
“I wasn’t drunk. We each had maybe two beers over a couple hours, barely even felt it.”
That at least got Maddie to let go of his shirt. “Sit,” she pointed to the nearest chair, “start from the beginning.”
“Eddie and I were both off on Thursday and Chris didn’t have school the next day so he was at Pepa’s.”
“Was that arranged before or after you and Eddie decided to do something together?” Maddie hadn’t sat down when he did, she was towering over him like a sweatpant-clad interrogator. At least in police interrogations, you were guaranteed a lawyer, the same courtesy didn’t apply for interrogation by sister.
“Um.” Buck was involved in planning his and Eddie’s evening out, but not anything prior to that. “Could be either.”
Maddie finally made to sit in a chair, only she spun it around before she did so, crossing her arms over the back and she leaned in toward him. “It was before.”
“Anyway. We went out to dinner, nice place, dress clothes and steaks if we didn’t steak ourselves out the last couple of months. We were there until the waitress had to tell us they were getting close to shutting down for the evening. Went out to wander after that, landed at a tattoo parlour doing midnight walk-ins.”
“And decided to spontaneously get inked while having a completely platonic bro night on the town?”
He knew that was coming. No one was going to understand what this was to them. “Maddie.”
“Fine. What is the tattoo?”
It started as a heart. They wanted something simple, both because anything but would be convoluted and they didn’t have the time for anything more. It was split into three pieces, the bottommost one resembled a corner piece of a puzzle with one in and one out point. Each of the two other pieces encapsulated slightly more than just the curves at the top and appeared more as very lopsided semicircles with the corresponding in and out puzzle piece shapes.
Buck had one of the two top pieces, Eddie had the other. If Chris wanted when he was older he could get the missing third piece, but the meaning of the tattoo was the same regardless of if he wanted the ink.
Buck explained the design to Maddie, tracing the missing pieces connected to his own.
“Your and Eddie’s pieces make a heart. It’s a couple tattoo.”
“They don’t even connect, Chris’s piece is there. It’s a family tattoo.”
Maddie pulled a scrap of paper, redrawing his tattoo and what he described Eddie’s would look like, only she drew them both vertically. They looked as if they could lock together if she only put them half an inch closer or so.
“Try again,” she suggested, pushing the paper forward with the demeanor of a car salesman giving a lowball offer.
“Shit.”
“Shit is right.”
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was just supposed to be a family tattoo, showing how Buck, Eddie, and Chris were linked together in their own special way.
The artist had, albeit briefly, attempted to bring up a similar point but it didn’t matter to them because they knew the difference. Perhaps the difference wasn’t as apparent to everyone as it was to them.
And maybe, just maybe, to Buck it wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that he’d like to share a couple tattoo with Eddie.
Eddie not so much.
“Okay, okay. Maybe it looks like that.”
Maddie pulled the piece of paper back. She returned it with the pieces interlocked to form a proper heart. “No maybe about it, Evan, you and Eddie got a connected tattoo of a heart. I know you don’t think Eddie likes you back…”
“He doesn’t. This was an accident. To him, it’s just a family tattoo, if he’d thought it through more clearly he wouldn’t have agreed to it.”
“You said you weren’t drunk?” Buck nodded. “And I assume you had several minutes to discuss and wait during this process? So if he wasn’t inebriated or impeded in his ability to think this through, what makes you think he didn’t think this through?”
Buck tapped the paper between them. “He… it…”
“He was drunk on love?”
Everything in him jumped to protest, to say that Eddie didn’t feel like that, that he wouldn’t make a rash decision because of it even if he did. They just had a night out, it was fun and they were feeling good. It wasn’t love, not for Eddie.
“Mads.”
“You both had a night off,” Maddie held her right hand forward, only the thumb extended, “you decided to go to Eddie’s because that’s where you spent most of your free time, he secured childcare so you could go out together, you went to a nice dinner, you were there long enough you had to be asked to leave, you found any excuse to keep the evening going, and you got romantically symbolic tattoos.” Maddie had seven fingers extended at the end of it, she started lowering them in tandem with each of her next words. “You. Went. On. A. Date. Together.” She paused with only her pinky finger left up. “Yay. It was almost perfect, I tried.”
It was an effective visual. Just six little words and a yay.
They went on a date together.
Yay.
“Do you think Eddie saw it as a date?”
Maddie rolled her eyes before standing. “I don’t think either of you two idiots would have realized you’ve been practically dating for months if a neon sign appeared in his living room. His, specifically, because you’re approximately half a suitcase and a terminated lease away from living with them.”
“And you’re our neon sign instead?”
“You geniuses tattooed your own neon signs. Now,” she grabbed the paper and his arm, yanking, “leave my house and go discuss your romantic relationship with your boyfriend.”
Buck skidded to a stop in her entryway, and Maddie pushed the paper into his chest. “He’s not my-“
“Not with me. With him. Good luck, use protection.”
He was gently relocated to the steps outside of Maddie’s house. The paper fell at his feet, ink-side up. “What the fuck?”
✒️🖤🖋️✒️🖤🖋️✒️🖤🖋️
Eddie was leaning against the doorframe when Buck walked up to his house. One shoulder on the frame and the doorknob held loosely in his other hand. “Thought you said you’d be at least another hour before you were going to get here?”
“Maddie saw…” he gestured vaguely to his shoulder.
“And she informed you that we’re both morons?”
Buck stopped just shy of Eddie’s personal space. “Got it in one.” He held up the paper she had drawn on. “We went on a date.”
“We’ve been on many dates, or so I’ve been told.”
He pushed the door away, it swung to reveal an impish Christopher. “Hi, Buck.”
“Hi.”
Buck couldn’t think of what to say next. His thoughts floated around like party balloons until they all popped at the sharp squawk of a car horn.
The car horn of a powder blue Punch Buggy. “Pepa?” It could have been him or Eddie that said it, but not Chris. Christopher didn’t seem surprised in the least that she would be there.
“She told me to call her when you guys go on a date you know about.” Chris pulled a backpack on while using Eddie’s confused outstretched hand as a temporary crutch holder. “I’m going to her house tonight so you can talk about boyfriend stuff for real. Love you.”
By the time Pepa had driven out of sight, Buck's mind had finally caught up to the fact that Christopher Maddie’d Eddie.
Eddie’s hand landed on Buck’s shoulder. His fingers brushed his still tender tattoo.
“Sounds like we have a date tonight,” Eddie said, shifting his hand enough to pull Buck inside by his bicep.
“But not a first date.”
Eddie’s hand was back on his tattoo, his fingers splayed across his whole shoulder.
The tank top might not have been so bad of an idea.
Eddie chuckled, all soft and adorable. He had pulled Buck almost against him when he dragged them inside. “At least our seventh, if Christopher is to be believed.”
Buck wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Then I think we’re very overdue for this.”
Kissing first, they could have that eighth date- the first they were both aware of- later.
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iconicbuck · 9 months
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I'm still dying to know if Maddie kissing Buck's birthmark was part of the script or not. This was such a perfect shot. Kudos to Oliver and Jennifer's onscreen chemistry. It reflects on my screen as if they're actual siblings. It's crazy!
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evanbuckleyrecs · 7 months
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Title: Batting a Buck & Change
Written by: Daisies_and_Briars
Rated: T
Warnings: Chose not to use
Catagories: m/m
Relationships: Eddie & Chimney, Buck/Eddie, Buck & Maddie, Chimney/Maddie
Tags: Chimney tries to keep a secret, Stressed Howie 'Chimney' Han, Stressed Eddie Diaz, Confused Evan Buckley, Drunk Eddie Diaz, Drunk Howie 'Chimney' Han, too many baseball terms, Dads' night out, Feelings Confessions, Pre-relationship Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Engaged Maddie/Chimney, Maddie medling, Gay Eddie Diaz, Chim is a really good friend
Chapters: 5/5 (complete)
Words: 15,557
Summary:
“Do you remember that shift where Buck was off and Hen was on mandatory relaxation, and they both got drunk in Hen’s kitchen in the middle of the afternoon while we had to resuscitate a canine?”
Eddie nods vigorously. “Oh, Hoover. I remember Hoover.”
“Why have we never been drunk during a dog resuscitation, Eddie? Have you thought about that?”
“Well now I am.”
“We should call them and let them know that we can have fun on Dads’ Night Out.”
Nothing could go wrong.
OR
Eddie and Chim embark on a “Dad’s night out” to watch baseball at a sports bar, and after a few too many, Eddie accidentally lets his feelings for Buck slip.
My notes: oh my. This was absolutely amazing. I adored how good of a friend Chim was and I loved reading more about Chimney and Eddie’s friendship. This fic made me laugh, cry, and cry while laughing. Some moments are absolutely hilarious and got me kicking my feet and giggling on the couch. 10000000% recommend this one. Adorable!
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Daylight || My TikTok
Posting edits on tumblr still feels weird
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I love Buck and Maddie's relationship so much. Oliver and JLH really make it work on so many levels.
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sweet-sammy-kisses · 11 months
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I need Hen to be Chimney's best man and I need Buck to be Maddie's maid of honor.
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meepmoopdraws2 · 1 year
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Harry Styles is doing his residency in LA rn at the Forum so this is my headcanon
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iamharryhale · 10 months
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Maddie: What are you drinking?
Buck: Vodka.
Maddie: What the hell? Straight?
Buck: No, bisexual.
Maddie: NOT YOU, THE VODKA—
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incorrect118buddie · 1 year
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Buck: What’s this?
Eddie: My to-do list.
Buck: Oh? That’s great. You’re starting to get organiz—
Buck: This just says 'Buck.'
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redvelvetcupcakes21 · 2 years
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Props to Lone Star talking about bereavement/loss and not just breezing past it like the original!
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rodpower78 · 2 years
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We are a pair. The Fugitive and the Settler.
Maddie Buckley
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buckdefencesquad · 9 months
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Not me crying at this TikTok lmao
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evanbuckleyrecs · 8 months
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Title: Nevermore To Leave Here
Written by: devirnis
Rated: T
Warnings: None
Catagories: m/m
Relationships: Buck/Eddie Maddie & Eddie, Buck & Maddie
Tags: Evan Buckley Whump, Kidnapping, Worried Eddie Diaz, Worried Maddie Buckley, Getting Together, First Kiss, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan Buckley, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort
Words: 10,211
Summary:
"Can you remind my brother that we were supposed to get lunch?” Maddie asks.
“Uh sure,” Eddie says slowly, confused. “But why don’t you just call him yourself?”
“I did, a couple times, but he didn’t answer. I assumed he was still with you?”
Eddie thinks back to last night, to Buck specifically making plans to go back to his own place so he wouldn’t be late for lunch with Maddie. Buck had texted him when he got home, just a simple night :) that still made Eddie’s heart flutter, so obviously Buck had made it back to the loft… But there haven’t been any texts from Buck all morning. Not that that is necessarily unheard of, but especially over the last few weeks it’s become rarer and rarer for even a few hours to go by without Eddie’s phone dinging with a message notification from Buck.
A small tendril of worry curls around Eddie’s ribs.
BTHB: locked up & left behind
My notes: Incredible Whump! Had me on the edge of my seat. Also loved seeing Maddie and Eddie team up!
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