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texasbama · 1 month
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It’s the way I love you to the core isn’t inherently romantic (although for them it totally is). It’s so much deeper than that. This is Eddie having his person. Someone he would do anything for and vice versa. He trusts Buck unconditionally. Not just with himself but with his son. This relationship-this family-is something they have built with blood, sweat and tears. their relationship is love in its purest form. I love you. I love you for who you are. I love you for who I am with you. I love you for how you love my son. I love you to the core.
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neverevan · 5 months
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Buck comparing his own emotions to Christopher's about Eddie's distress 4x14 // 5x13
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emolionsrawr · 4 days
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bobby: and that concludes this weeks meeting, does anyone have anything they wanna share?
buck: um, i do cap
bobby: go ahead kid, floors yours
buck, standing up: thanks bobby, so um, there's something i wanna tell you all, i'm bisexual... and i'm dating tommy kinard
chimney: WHO HAD 2024??
hen: man you couldn't've come out last year? i had 2023
ravi: i had 2025
bobby: i had 2028
eddie: buck, thank you for coming out to us, we're so proud of you
hen: yes! so proud
eddie: and thank you for making me $1000 READ THEM AND WEEP I HAD 2024!!
buck: what the fuck guys i can't believe this, i have no friends here
eddie: split the money?
buck: i have one friend here
chimney: WAIT DID YOU SAY TOMMY KINARD?!
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keynb · 4 days
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Drew a little Buck to start practicing him in my style :))) my jacked 6'2 sunshine man. Also, his hair is kinda wild to color cuz it's like blonde sometimes and other times it looks brown???
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loserdiaz · 1 month
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Falling asleep in a hospital waiting room 'Stead of holding it over my head Baby, you held me instead
maddie falling asleep on chimney while he's at the hospital <33
ko-fi 💌
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unrealisticlea · 1 year
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Buck’s loft in almost every scene: the coldest place on Earth. too big and yet suffocating, uncomfortable couch, empty kitchen, empty chairs and empty table, silence or uncomfortable conversations, feels like a ghost lives there, one (1) single bike on the wall, probably smells like an air freshener
Buck’s loft when a Diaz is there: a home. warm light, music, math homework on the table and in the kitchen, snacks everywhere, Bobby’s famous lasagna in the oven, board games, half empty beers on the kitchen counter, laughter and jokes, smells like cookies and love
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stagefoureddiediaz · 1 month
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I’m quite attached to the idea that tonight we might get another ‘there’s no one I trust more with my son than you’ moment with hand on the shoulder and everything
A there’s no one I trust more to help me navigate my son’s heart that you’ if you will!!
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lover-of-mine · 6 months
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But we were something, don't you think so?
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chronicowboy · 10 months
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i can't stop thinking about how much kids love to ask questions especially crazy ones that adults would never think of asking and how one of christopher's first lines in the show is about whether or not dogs know they're dogs and i think about eddie, who probably never got to ask a lot of those questions because he was forced to grow up so fast so young, making sure chris knows that those questions are valued and wonderful and make him all the better and then i think about evan "i'm the guy with the answers" buckley who has always been so childlike in his curiosity, who would take every one of chris' questions so seriously, who would give long thoughtful answers or go away and look it up so he had the answer next time even if chris didn't remember the question to begin with and i just. they're the perfect family. they're so fucking full of love and they all complement each other so perfectly and it's just. FUCK.
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youvegotmetoblame · 1 year
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something about eddie deciding to let chris see buck while he’s in a coma. on a respirator. in critical condition. knowing he never got to say goodbye the last parent he lost
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half-bakedboy · 10 days
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hi! i have new obsession with bucktommy. since youre taking prompts, what about “You are my family”? maybe after they have been dating for a while? idk you decide
Tommy had planned to spend the better part of his day waiting in line to donate blood. He intended to go alone, but it’s not often that their off-days coincide so fully, so Evan gave him no choice but the company—which Tommy would never say no to anyway. Tommy’s known for a while now that he would spend every second outside of work with Evan if he could. 
“Tommy?” He brings his attention away from how in love he is with his boyfriend, and back to the check-in worker asking him important questions. 
“Hmm?” 
“Closest family member?” she asks. 
“Evan Buckley,” Tommy answers easily. 
He feels Evan freeze beside him, a choked exhale that he covers with a cough. Evan shakes off Tommy’s attempt to ask him what’s wrong, so Tommy figures it’s just the nerves of giving blood for the first time in a while. 
He continues answering the check-in worker's questions, more in tune with the uncharacteristic rigidity of his boyfriend. Evan’s usually bouncing a knee or playing with his fingers, but he’s been staring at his phone screen even though Tommy’s almost positive he hasn’t scrolled in at least a few questions. 
“Alright, you both can get seated down that way and one of the nurses will be there shortly!” 
Tommy starts to move toward the waiting area, but after only a few feet of walking, Evan tugs Tommy’s hand to stop him from moving any further. When Tommy turns around, Evan is staring at him, eyes wide and inquisitive. 
“Are you okay?” Tommy asks. “You can’t be that nervous about giving blood, can you? You’ve done this before!” Tommy reassures him, but Evan looks like he’s trying to calculate how much longer it’ll be until he can run. Tommy holds his shoulders tightly and ducks his head to make sure Evan can see into his eyes. “Talk to me, Evan.”
“Closest family member?” Evan says abruptly. Tommy tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Is Evan asking him again? Did he not hear the answer before? 
When he doesn’t expand, Tommy repeats his answer, “Evan Buckley?” 
“Me?” Evan whispers. Tommy hears the unspoken vulnerability in the words, like for some reason, Evan doesn’t think he deserves such a title. “Why?” he asks, hesitation in the question.
“Because you’re my family,” Tommy answers easily. Evan’s eyebrows pull together and he gazes at Tommy underneath long eyelashes. “Sweetheart,” Tommy sighs, “did you doubt that?” 
“I didn’t… I didn’t even realize I had something to doubt,” Evan admits. Tommy chuckles. 
“Well, don’t start now,” he commands teasingly. Evan pushes him jokingly, but Tommy pulls him tight before he can put too much distance between them. “Hey,” Tommy mutters.
Evan’s got a soft smile on his lips as he hums a response, one that radiates subtle happiness that warms Tommy’s stomach. Evan’s heard the truth in Tommy’s words, but he knows Evan well enough to know that reassurances aren’t a one-time deal. 
Tommy pulls Evan so he can press their foreheads together, ensuring he can’t duck his head and look away like he often does when he’s uncomfortable with Tommy’s affirmations. He holds the back of Evan’s neck in one hand, the other pressing just over Evan’s heart, the one that he wears so blatantly open on his chest. 
Tommy ensures there’s no room for interpretation when he says, “You are my family, Evan Buckley. Okay?”
Evan nods, a dark blush blooming on his face that Tommy can’t help but kiss. Evan might not believe it now, but he will.
(The next time Tommy can get their schedules to line up, he makes Evan his family in a more official capacity—on one knee with a ring in his trembling hands. Of course, Evan says yes.)
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hisbucky · 6 months
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Chris: Buck! Buck! I learned something new today! Eddie: Chris, I told you, not that one. Buck: Psssh, what's there to worry about, babe? I'm a big boy, I can handle it. Eddie: Of course you can. In fact, you will handle it so well that you're going to keep me up at night when you go on a research binge about it. Buck, unable to deny it: ... Chris: Oooh, burn!
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strangeasf · 2 days
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I really truly don't get this whole bucktommy and buddy rivalry.. I mean I love buddie and I really like bucktommy and don't understand the problem of liking and rooting for both. yeah, at the same time. what happened, everyone forgot about multishipping? why can't two ships coexist in peace??
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emolionsrawr · 9 days
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buck: bobby, i need to tell you something
bobby: of course buck! you can tell me anything, you know that
buck: well, i uh, i've only told maddie, i'm uh, i'm bisexual
bobby:
buck: bobby? you okay?
bobby:
buck: bobby say something please
bobby:... hi bisexual i'm dad!
buck: *bursts into tears*
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hopeintheashes · 1 year
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hold me close when it's over
Post-hospital. Read it below or on AO3.
Buck's starting to fade by the time Maddie and Chim are clearing the dishes from the dining room table. Bobby stands to help them, and when Hen comes back from bringing a stack of plates to the kitchen, she looks Buck up and down. When she does the same to Eddie, it feels a little like he's been put through an X-ray machine.
"Alright, I'd better be getting home. Chris, do you want to come to my house, have a sleepover with Denny tonight? If it's okay with your dad?"
It's like she knows without asking that they're not making it home tonight.
Christopher shakes his head solemnly, and Eddie runs a reassuring hand over his hair and nods his wordless thanks for the offer.
"Okay." She squeezes Buck's hand. "You let everyone here take care of you, alright?" Mock-stern. "That's an order."
Buck manages a small, tired smile.
"You should go lie down," Eddie says quietly, but Buck gives the smallest shake of his head. Been lying down for days, it says. Eddie sighs. "Alright, living room, then. At least."
He has to help him to his feet and to the couch. Chris follows them in and curls up beside Buck. There's a dimmer switch for the lights, and Eddie turns them down low. "Okay," he says, and it's half a question and half not.
"We're okay," Chris says. He's got a hand on Buck's arm like he's holding him steady.
Holding each other steady. That's what they're all doing here.
Bobby's putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when he comes in. Chim's taken Jee-Yun to put her to bed. Maddie's wiping down the table and the counters. There's nothing left to do.
"I'll leave you to it," Bobby says as he hits start on the machine. "Athena just got home, and May's there tonight, too." Maddie nods and hugs him goodbye, and when Eddie does the same they both hold on tight, tight like they had in the hospital during the long, awful wait. When Bobby goes into the living room he brushes back Buck's hair and takes his face in his hands and kisses the top of his head and tells him, "I love you, kid," and Eddie knows from Maddie's quiet sniffle beside him that he's not the only one with tears in his eyes.
He hadn't asked. About staying. He'd just packed a bag with their toothbrushes and pjs and a change of clothes and thrown it in the truck. Just in case.
"The second guest room is all made up," Maddie says, before he has to figure out how. He nods, and blinks back tears, and she pulls him close and tells him, "You're always welcome here."
Chris is still watching over Buck when Eddie comes to sit beside them on the couch. "What do you think, should we stay here tonight with Buck?"
"Yes." With an emphatic nod.
"Good," Buck whispers, and it's like the relief washes away the last of the resolve that had been holding him upright against the couch.
"Bed," Eddie says, and holds out his hands, and Buck doesn't even protest the early hour, just takes Eddie's hands and grits his teeth and lets himself be pulled slowly to his feet.
"I can read to you," Chris says. "I brought my book."
Buck's asleep within the first two pages, so Christopher switches over to reading silently to himself. Eddie wants to stay and just watch this, his boys, forever, but the tug of good manners pulls him back to the living room and their hosts.
Chim raises his eyebrows when Eddie comes back into the living room: Everything okay? Eddie nods and makes himself sit down. It feels strange, at this point, not to be at the hospital anymore.
There are things they should say. Things they need to say.
It still feels too fragile. Too soon.
They all go to bed not long after that. Eddie lifts Chris out of Buck's bed and carries him into the next room like he's a little kid again, and changes into his old, soft shorts and t-shirt and brushes his teeth and sits on the edge of the bed watching Chris breathe in and out, soft and even.
He might have imagined the sound from next door, or it might have been Buck whispering his name, but either way when he goes back in he's met with the glint of hallway light off of half-opened eyes.
"Hey." So gentle. Coming close. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Brushing his fingertips over his hair. "Talk to me."
It's not meant to be an echo of before, but it ricochets between his ribs all the same. Makes his heart beat fast and his breath go shallow.
Buck frowns and scrubs at his eyes. "Hurts."
"Where?" Already looking around in the supplies Maddie had set up for painkillers and heating pads.
The frown tugs the corners of his mouth down even more, threatening tears. "Everywhere."
"Okay." He checks the medicine log on the bedside table and shakes out the right number of pills and hands them to Buck with a glass of water. Hovers at the edge of the bed while Buck swallows them, grimacing.
"Do you want a heating pad? Or an ice pack?" Keeping his voice low in the darkness.
Buck shakes his head and reaches for Eddie's hand. When Eddie meet him halfway, Buck gives just enough pressure for Eddie to get the hint and lie down beside him. "You're…" he starts, and maybe it means you're a good heating pad or maybe it means something else, but they're close and quiet in the dark and Eddie very gently wraps him up.
There's so much they should say, but it's too fragile, and too soon.
Buck takes Eddie's hand and places it flat against his chest, over his heart, ghosting over the broken ribs that have only barely started to heal.
You saved me.
Even through the swelling, Eddie can feel Buck's heart beat.
You saved me, so we're even. Let's never do this again.
Eddie lowers his forehead to brush Buck's shoulder and doesn't try to fight the sob.
Buck laces their fingers and exhales a shaky breath and his heart beats, and beats, and beats. We've got time. We'll figure it out in the morning.
We've got time.
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makorragal-312 · 1 month
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Okay, I know that I put up a post speculating about how Chris would interact with Marisol, but rewatching his conversation with Buck is making me think of a possible avenue the show could go with his feelings on Eddie and Marisol's relationship.
Earlier, I said that that I saw Chris being distant with Marisol and not making an active effort in getting to know her because her being with Eddie meant that they'd be seeing Buck less. But now? What if Chris still ends up being distant and not trying to form a connection with Marisol, not necessarily because he hates the relationship...
But because he's just waiting for her to walk out just like his mom did with him and Eddie.
And as much as I hate seeing Chris be hurt, Marisol leaving is necessary.
Because she's gonna be the last person to leave.
And Buck is gonna be the first person to actually stay.
I really hope this made sense.
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