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[fishpondfish]

it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible

[mousidy]

and yet they keep making movies with the hopes that one day humanity will discover a way to watch them. it's so inspiring

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Buck: I love stories where the plot is just "fuck this one guy in particular" they're always so inspiring.

Hen: I think that’s just called a protagonist.

Eddie: I think that’s called my autobiography.

[fedzzzart]

buckley-diaz family outing🎈🎡💛🍃

[pretty-fishy]

Why argue for "excited big brother" Chris vs "complicated feeling of being replaced" Chris when the correct answer is clearly both

Him being both big brotherly and exciting for his new family member and having complicated feelings about Buck having a "Real" kid and the undefined role Buck plays in his life are not mutually exclusive and should both be explored

[letmegrabyourcuteass]

Do you think when Theo is having a meltdown cause he misses his parents, and in a flash, he spots Eddie and reaches out with his tiny hands to him, crying "Daddy," cause although they don't look similar, his grieving brain mistakes him for his dad. But right then and there, Eddie decides that Theo is his son just as much as Chris is Buck's. He sweeps Theo in a huge hug, one that makes Theo feel so safe and secure as Eddie lets him cry it all out.

Eddie can see Buck standing by his bedroom door, looking worried. He mouths that he's got this and watches Buck's shoulders droop down as he walks away. He then sees Christopher walk past his door towards Buck. Chris looks at Eddie and mouths back to him, "I got this," with a smile as he makes his way to Buck.

[desertdinerbuddie]

You know what, I’d love it if we started s10 with Eddie and Maddie at odds with each other over the Theo situation.

Maddie is being distant and disapproving, keeping herself and Jee away from Theo, stressing at every opportunity that it’s only temporary, etc.

Meanwhile Eddie is being over-invested and defensive, putting himself right in the middle of it all and barking like a guard dog any time anyone tries to get near Buck or Theo, or to question anything Buck does, or to even suggest he might need their help.

Ultimately it’s because Maddie is terrified that Buck will be broken hearted if Theo’s grandma or whatever turns up and takes him away, so she’s trying to protect him by being cautious and careful with how far she connects with Theo, trying to model a safe route through a rough situation.

And Eddie is working through his own issues about both the way his parents made (make) him feel inadequate when he was (is) trying to care for Chris, and also his massive guilt about not being the supportive partner Shannon needed for those first few years, by making Buck feel like his decisions are good ones no matter what anyone says (including Buck when he questions himself or wants to ask for help from other people), and showing him that Eddie has his back.

So they’re both coming from a place of love and support, but they’re approaching it so differently that it creates tension and conflict between them, which makes everything worse.

I just think it’d be hilarious if their first ever one on one scene is them passive aggressively fighting over who’s best at loving Buck.

[mrsthornton]

I think we are due a good movie or miniseries adaptation of Persuasion

[littlespoonevan]

idc who it is but imma need someone to write a fix it for the scene at the horse place and have a parallel to the christmas elf scene

askdjfhsda i tried, babe!!!!

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He and Buck are still watching Charlie steadily making his way around the track when the woman – Lisa, he thinks she said – comes back with Christopher.

Buck notices them first, turning to lean his hip against the railing and offering a beaming grin. (It puts him closer to Eddie and Eddie’s not sure when he started noticing things like that.)

“Did you meet the horses, bud?”

“They’re even taller up close,” Chris informs them solemnly but Eddie can see the light behind his eyes – the same latent excitement from when he’d first asked about starting surfing lessons all those years ago.

“Just wait ‘til you get to ride one,” Buck says, pushing off the railing and moving to crouch in front of Chris. “You’ll be taller than your dad and me.”

Chris looks thrilled at the thought and Eddie finds his smile comes easier than it would’ve thirty minutes ago.

Chris is chattering animatedly to Buck about what he saw in the stables when Lisa beckons Eddie over. He gives Buck and Chris another indulgent look and steps away to meet her.

“Christopher seemed really taken with the horses,” Lisa tells him. “After the initial jitters I don’t think he wanted to leave.”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “Yeah, that kid’s pretty fearless when he wants to be.”

Truthfully, Christopher is the bravest person he knows. Braver than Eddie by far.

Lisa follows his line of sight back to Christopher and Buck, her grin transforming into something admiring. “You and your husband really lucked out with him. He’s the sweetest little boy.”

Eddie blinks, the words taking a minute to catch up with him.

Did she just-

She just said-

He should be panicking, he thinks. His heart should be racing and his breath should be getting stuck in his throat. He should be working through Frank’s breathing exercises. His vision should be blurring except-

Except his heartbeat is steady and sure in his chest. Except his vision is as clear as it’s ever been and honed in on Buck laughing as he ruffles Christopher’s hair and it’s-

This is different.

Belatedly, he realises Lisa is still looking at him and he shakes his head, smiling in a way that feels unfamiliar but still true. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “We’re really lucky.”

Lisa’s expression doesn’t change but she nods in the direction of the office at the main entrance. “Well, if you’d like we can book Christopher in for a preliminary session? I’m sure we have some availability next week.”

Eddie nods absently, eyes still fixed on Buck. He’s standing up straight again, hand on Chris’s shoulder as he points out the horses down on the track and Eddie just – inexplicably – thinks of that stupid heart drawing that he’d tucked away in the top drawer of his nightstand.

Thinks of Buck staying, over and over again this past week. Thinks of Buck taking Chris to school and doing his homework with him while Eddie’s met with Frank. Thinks of Buck quietly and earnestly trying to remind Eddie why everything he’s done with his life so far matters.

And he thinks, oh.

[rainbow-universe]

🫶❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[tizniz]

was trying to nap and this popped into my head so here you go

“Hey,” Buck frowns, noticing the missing body from the group hug. “Where’s Eddie?”

Just a little ways down the hall, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. His eyes automatically snap over to it, expecting, for some reason, Eddie to walk out. He’d exchange a relieved look with Buck, a confirmation that they’re both okay. Both alive.

The elevator is empty though.

“I think he mentioned going to the chapel.” Ravi offers, arm wrapped around May, who leans heavily against her boyfriend, looking exhausted. Buck’s glad they have each other. May deserves to have someone sturdy to lean on.

“Thanks.” Buck nods at his coworker and friend, no one making a noise of protest when he turns and jogs to the still open elevator, hitting the button to bring him to the floor of the chapel.

Of course Eddie went there. He usually seeks out that thin thread to his religion when times get tough.

But there’d been so much going on. Hopefully Eddie had hidden. Maybe he didn’t know it was safe now. Buck wasn’t sure about sound proofing for a chapel in a hospital. Doctors and nurses surely went there and they’d need to hear pages, right?

He shakes his head as he steps out of the elevator, the hallway leading towards the chapel eerily quiet. Most people seemed to have evacuated here when the shooter was stalking around.

Buck shivers and heads for the doors, a little placard next to it saying CHAPEL.

It’s darker inside, the ornate decorations such a vast contrast to the sterile walls of the hospital. Buck could almost understand why people would come here when it feels like their world is falling apart.

Except Buck’s eyes fall to a limp body on the floor and he realizes his entire world is bleeding out on the floor in front of him.

“EDDIE!” Buck shouts, rushing forward and falling to his knees. Eddie is laying face down, blood soaked through the carpet and hardwood between the pews. He doesn’t make a sound at Buck’s call.

“No, no, no.” Buck runs his hands frantically along Eddie’s arms and back before he forces one of them to stop shaking enough to press two fingers to the pulse point on Eddie’s neck.

“Oh thank fuck.” Buck exhales in relief when he feels a pulse, weak but there. He glances a second alter, glancing up at the alter before him, “Sorry.”

Almost immediately though, Buck’s focus is back on Eddie. He gets the man rolled onto his back, head lolling to the side and making Buck swallow back a sob.

He can see where Eddie’s shirt is torn. Where the entry point is. A stab wound.

Who the fuck stabs someone in a hospital chapel?!

Buck whispers a quick sorry and then presses down on the wound. Hard.

Eddie jerks upwards, eyes flying open as his lips part, a strangled sound slipping past and into the quiet air.

“Eddie.” Buck sobs then, hating the slick feeling of Eddie’s blood between his fingers. Again. “Eddie, sweetheart, stay awake, okay?”

Eddie’s eyelids flutter, brown eyes glassy and confused. His lips part once more, “B’ck?”

“Yeah. Yeah. It’s me, sweetheart. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

A small smile curves up the corner of Eddie’s lips seconds before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he loses consciousness again.

“NO!” Buck screams, pressing harder with one hand as he fumbles for his radio, blood slick fingers not finding a grip on it for a moment. But he manages to press on the button, his voice shaking as he speaks, “Hen! Chim! Chapel, now! Eddie’s hurt! He’s bleeding out. P-please.”

He doesn’t repeat himself, hopeful that his team heard him, and Buck refocuses his energy on pressing down on the knife wound in Eddie’s side, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Don’t die on me, Eddie. You can’t go. I won’t let you.”

[redrosydiaz]

#20 with buddie <3

ps. i absolutely lovee love lovee your writing style!!!!

hiiii! ahh thank youu so much!! 🫶🫶 and ty for your patience! this was a fun one to write!! you were probably expecting something angsty with this one, perhaps even a little post eddie getting stabbed number. but. i feel like that’s been done a million times already since the episode aired, and also i was in the mood for something softer so!! please enjoy some buddie suuuuuper platonically coparenting ;) buddie | g | 1515 words | #20 "you need to wake up because i can't do this without you."

Buck’s alarm hasn’t gone off yet. His phone sits on his nightstand, silent and dark screened, and the digital clock Eddie insisted on plugging in on his side blinks a glowing red 5:28 AM, which means he’s still got nearly a whole hour left of beautiful, peaceful sleep before it will go off — or so he thought.

He doesn’t hear the quiet rattle of the doorknob, or the slow squeaking turn of it. The hinges are silent as the door pushes open, and the footsteps inside are muffled by the plush of Buck’s rug. Buck stays blissfully unaware of the third body now inhabiting his bedroom until it fists its little hands into the side of his comforter and clambers its way onto the mattress, teetering unsteadily for one second near Buck’s knees before a single, high-pitched giggle rings out and the full weight of it flops, unceremoniously, right on top of Buck.

“Oof,” he wheezes, eyes flying open to be met with Theo’s giant, toothy smile and his own big blue eyes mere inches away.

“Woah there,” Buck rumbles, one hand lifting instinctually to cradle Theo’s elbow, the other falling to Theo’s knee, holding him steady and safely on the bed — well, on Buck, because he is still very much squishing all of the air out of Buck’s lungs.

Theo wriggles a little, his heels kicking into Buck’s ribs as he gets comfortable.

“Gamorning, Mr. Poop,” Theo says, giggling some more.

Buck huffs out a laugh, unable to stop the corner of his mouth from ticking up into a small smile even though he knows he shouldn’t be encouraging that nickname. “Theo,” he says, “good morning. What did we say about coming into my room before the numbers on the clock say six zero zero?”

Theo pouts. “To wait ‘till they do,” he recites.

“That’s right,” Buck says. “And they don’t yet, do they?”

“No,” he agrees, and his pout deepens, his lower lip pushing out and wobbling dramatically. “But Buuuck,” he whines, stretching out the vowels in Buck’s name. “My tummy is rumbly! I want breakfast!”

Buck chuckles softly, his own tummy rumbling with it, and he swears he catches the even quieter sound of Eddie laughing too, from less than a foot away. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t made another noise, hasn’t shown any other sign of being awake, but his back is to Buck and Theo, so Buck can’t see his face, and he knows that Eddie is a light sleeper. He knew it before, but a couple months of sharing a bed has really solidified that knowledge. There’s no way Eddie’s slept through all of this.

Which means he’s pretending to be asleep right now. Faking unconsciousness to save himself from becoming the shiny new expansion of Theo’s own personal jungle gym. Leaving Buck to fend for himself, still bleary eyed and fighting back yawns. 

If Buck were a vindictive man, he’d redirect Theo’s attention to Eddie’s sleeping form, maybe plant the evil idea of giving him the same kind of wake up treatment Theo’d given Buck into his little head.

But he’s not. He’s a good friend, a great friend, even, and instead of encouraging Theo to jump all over Eddie too, he caves, breaking his own rule about keeping their morning routine consistent.

“Alright, Theo,” Buck says, squeezing Theo’s knee. “Tell you what — why don’t you go into the living room and watch some cartoons, and I’ll be out in a couple minutes to make you some breakfast, okay?”

Theo’s responding cheer is raucous and loud, more of an excited, unintelligible squall than anything coherent. His smile is big again, eyes scrunching up, and he leans forward to pat Buck’s cheek before he scrambles to his knees, then his feet — nearly stepping right on Buck’s kidney and his bladder in the process— to climb off of the bed and scurry out of the room. 

Buck listens to the sound of his little feet pitter-pattering against the floorboards, briefly wondering if he should invest in a runner rug if the racing through the hallway is going to become a pattern — which Buck’s sure it will. The twinkle of music from Theo’s cartoons bursting to life and the lack of screams and cries tell Buck that Theo made it without an accident, so he puts a pin in that idea for now.

He flops back against his pillow with a heavy sigh, lying there for one blissfully still moment before he flails an arm out to blindly reach for his phone. When he pulls it in front of his face, the clock reads 5:33. Buck’s eyes flutter briefly shut, mourning the almost forty-five minutes of extra sleep he could’ve gotten if Theo understood alarms and the importance of sticking to them. As it is, Buck figures he’s got maybe five minutes, if he’s lucky, before Theo gets bored and impatient and comes running back in — or worse, tries to raid the kitchen himself. The cereal’s on a low enough shelf that he could do some damage.

Buck is just mentally preparing himself to get up, when from his left comes:

“Pushover.”

“Oh, I fucking knew you were awake,” Buck hisses, rolling immediately onto his side. It puts him mere inches away from Eddie’s back, and Buck reaches out, curling his hand around Eddie’s bicep.

“Mm, no, m’not. M’still asleep,” Eddie says, trying to shake Buck off of him by curling more tightly into himself. 

It doesn’t work. Just encourages Buck to press in closer, practically plastering himself to Eddie’s back now. The concept of personal space is long since forgotten now that he’s got something to prove. Buck props himself up on an elbow too, giving himself enough leverage to peer over Eddie’s shoulder and catch a glimpse of his face. 

He only just misses the brown of Eddie’s very open eyes as he squeezes them shut again, turning his face more directly into the pillow to better hide.

“Liar,” Buck accuses, pinching Eddie’s side. He delights in the yelp it draws that Eddie tries so valiantly to stifle. “Nobody can sleep through Hurricane Theo, not even you.”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Eddie rumbles, and Buck can see him biting the inside of his cheek, keeping his smile at bay.

“Eddie,” Buck says, sounding so much like Theo earlier. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” he goads, “come on.”

Eddie makes an exaggerated snoring noise, and Buck huffs his disbelief. 

“Come on, Eddie,” Buck pleads. “You’re supposed to have my back, right?" he asks, going for the jugular. “You need to wake up, because I can’t do this on my own.”

Miraculously, it works. 

Without warning, Eddie rolls onto his back, practically right into the cradle of Buck’s embrace, his shoulder pressing firmly into Buck’s chest and hip knocking into Buck’s too. He peers up at Buck with big, sleepy eyes. They blink slowly, unintentionally emphasizing his eyelashes, long and pretty in the hazy glow of the sun that slips through the curtains. There’s a pillow crease indented into his cheek, a little crust of drool at the corner of his mouth. His hair is mussed, soft and curling across his forehead, and Buck only just resists the urge to brush the strands from his eyes. He lets Eddie do it himself instead, running his hand through his hair, which really only succeeds in getting it to stick up in an entirely new, endearingly adorable way. 

Buck’s fingers clench into a fist at his side.

“I’m up, I’m up,” Eddie groans, voice low and gravely from disuse. “That,” he adds, pointing a finger at Buck, “was not playing fair.”

The tip of his tongue pokes out afterwards, wetting his lips, and Buck’s eyes flicker. To the sudden dart of red, to the glisten of spit left against his scar. They stick and they stare, and his breath catches in his throat as he realizes how easy it would be. To lean the rest of the way down and just— kiss him.

And — oh.

Shit. Where did that come from?

“Buck?” Eddie asks after the moment stretches too long without a response, tone going softer.

It’s like a bucket of cold water over his head. “Hm? Oh, uh, you know there’s— there’s no rules in this game,” he says, but it's not nearly as confidently as he would have liked it to be.

Eddie’s eyes dart across Buck’s face, assessing and surveying. It makes Buck feel a bit like one of Paramedic Diaz’s patients.

What doesn’t make him feel like one of Paramedic Diaz’s patients, though, is the way Eddie’s eyes suddenly drop to his lips. The way they linger there. Like maybe he’s also thinking about—

There’s no way. There’s no way.

Buck’s voice is shaky as he starts, “Eddie—”

But, before he can finish, before he can even figure out how he’s going to finish:

“Buuuuuck!” Theo shouts from the living room, the impatience clear in his tone. “Breakfast!”

It shatters the moment.

“Be right there!” Buck shouts back, and his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s mouth one last time, quick and fleeting, before he rolls away from him and out of bed completely.

[cinebathena]

i read yesterday that peter saying “i love you kid” was improvised. so naturally i couldn’t stop thinking about it and so i came up with this edit idea.

[tweetsongs]

after chris leaves the hospital eddie sits silently with buck for a while before going 'you know, one good thing about not being in the icu -- my kid doesn't have to sneak in.'

buck chuckles and peels eddie's clementine for him while saying 'yeah, thank god he couldn't come during covid when you got shot, those crutches aren't exactly sneaky.'

'i mean, we managed,' eddie keeps eating and doesn't notice buck's confused blink.

'what?'

eddie looks at him and waves a piece of bread as he clarifies: 'you know. when he snuck in to see you while you were in that lightning coma. wasn't easy, but i bet pepa would be just as a good a distraction as carla.'

and buck visibly reboots at this information. 'i...he did that? for me?'

eddie raises an eyebrow at him. 'yeah, he did it for me, too.'

'but you're-- you're his dad.'

a shrug. 'don't see what difference it makes,' eddie says it like it's a given, like it's nothing special at all. 'his dad, his buck-- can't keep that kid away from the people he loves.'

and buck does that exhale-laugh that he does, blinking a little too quick. 'yeah,' he says. 'i guess so.'

[dustydm58]

Crying sobbing

[exhuastedpigeon]

Thinking about a Mother's Boy timeloop where both Buck and Eddie are stuck in the loop, but they don't know the other is also stuck. And Buck can't figure out why the loop keeps ending at random times since his day plays out basically exactly the same no matter what he does. So why did he only have to deal with an hour the first loop and then almost an entire day the next one? It just doesn't make sense.

Meanwhile Eddie is trying everything he can to get to Buck. He's dying (and dying and dying and dying) to get back to him. The first time he stuck out the hospital window he did it in his gown because Hector hadn't been brought in yet. He broke his leg jumping down on time. Collapsed walking ten miles into town another time. One time he was hit by a car on the road. Another time he must have died on route to the hospital.

Each loop Eddie figures out more and more about what he needs to do and how he should do it. Each loop he's more determined to find Buck because he's convinced he can't just be stuck in this loop for no reason.

The final loop is the one we see in the episode. Eddie knows he needs to sit tight and let the Sheriff assume he and Buck are together (by now Eddie's finding it hard to believe they aren't, what with how insane he feels searching for Buck, how he'd live in this loop forever if it means there's a chance Buck is alive again). He knows he has to wait until Hector gets there. Knows just how to land to not break anything when he climbs out the window. Knows to hitch a ride on horseback. Know he needs to get to Bonnie's house as soon as he can. He isn't sure why, but there's something urging him there faster, faster, faster. Like time is running out.

And then he gets there and takes her gun and can't stop screaming for Buck. Because it can't have been for nothing. He can't be dead! He'll reset the loop himself if he has to. If Buck's dead Eddie will do this again. He knows how to do it now. Knows where Buck is. He can get there faster. Can make it in time.

But he doesn't have to start it over because there's Buck, coming in at the last second and saving him.

It isn't until weeks later that they realize they were both stuck in the same purgatory. When Buck asks Eddie if the loops restarted randomly for him too, Eddie almost lies. He almost says "yes", but he can't do that, not now that they're finally being honest. So he tells Buck the truth. The loops only ever reset for him after he died. But it's fine, he'd die a thousand times if that meant Buck was alive here with him right now.

[emgiehae]

Good God i wanna write this

Plz plz plz plz plz plz plz

[buddiecanoninmybed]

Another Noah Kahan edit for you. Show some love to the TikTok: @editorqueen

[weird-goodbyes]

Chim's first rainstorm as Captain and he's like "awwww, my favoritism employee and my nepo brother employee both almost died or did die in the rain :( I should take it easy on them and be sure to check-in" and Buck and Eddie are like "Yeah :( I guess the rain really does bring up bad memories :( Thanks for understanding :( It's nice that You Get It. No solo chores for us today :)" but they're both thinking of when they said their Texas Hug and Cookies Goodbye in the rain. Eddie is like "Yeah, I thought I was never coming back :( It was really hard" and Buck is like "Yeah, I thought I'd never see you again :(" and Chim is like "but you DID come back to us, Eddie. You never gave up! and Buck...your heart literally stopped" and Buck is like "huh, I guess in a way it did." They never clear up the misunderstanding.

[buckvalentina]

theo quickly develops the habit of falling asleep on eddie’s couch.

buck can’t blame him, really. the diaz house is warm and safe, and the couch is pretty comfortable if you don’t have legs as long as buck’s. but it still hurts his heart every time, because theo has been having…dreams. not nightmares, per se, but dreams that wake him all hours of the night and make it impossible for him—and by extension buck—to go back to sleep.

“he doesn’t totally grasp death,” buck tells eddie in a hushed tone after chris has gone to bed, theo tucked under a quilt isabel made for eddie’s 18th birthday. “he dreams about them coming back from heaven or wherever it is the social worker told him connor and kameron went, and then cries when he realizes they aren’t there.”

buck cries too, when theo is tucked against his chest bawling his little eyes out. cries for his friends, sure, but more so he cries for theo, for the life that was taken from him, for all the mistakes buck was going to make in raising him.

“i was his age when my grandfather died,” eddie says, dark eyes warm and deep as they meet buck’s gaze. “my mom’s dad. everyone told me he was up in heaven, watching over me, so i assumed that every big cloud i saw was Heaven and that maybe if i stared long enough, i’d see him.” eddie pauses, taking a long pull of his beer. he sets it down on the kitchen table and sighs. “i stopped trying after a few months. i don’t even think i cried until my fifth birthday rolled around and i realized he wasn’t coming to the party.”

buck swallows back a lump in his throat. “all my grandparents had passed by the time i was born. i don’t think i attended a funeral until high school. i still haven’t recovered from bobby. i don’t know how to help him, eddie.”

eddie gives him an disbelieving look. “of course you do. you helped me after shannon. you helped chris when i got shot. it’s not about saying some magic words that’ll cure theo of the trauma he hasn’t processed, it’s about being there for him. and you are.” his face softens. “and so are chris and i.”

buck nods, eyes burning. “i love him so much but i would give up everything to bring his parents back.”

“and that,” eddie says quietly. “is how i know you’re going to help him better than anyone else could.”

for the first time since the boys went to bed, buck smiles. it’s a shaky, watery thing, but eddie looks at him with such loving confidence that buck can’t help himself.

“you should sleep,” eddie says, standing. “you look like shit.”

“don’t make me blush,” buck deadpans, but he follows eddie. he would follow eddie anywhere. “i’ll get theo up and then we’ll be out of your hair.”

“don’t,” eddie says sharply. “it’ll be hell to get him back to sleep. just bunk with me.”

buck’s mouth goes dry. “with you?”

they file into eddie’s bedroom, and eddie tosses a pair of sweatpants at him, old and gray and soft. “your usual spot is taken. my bed’s big enough for two.” if buck was more delusional, he’d say eddie looked pleased. smug, even.

“you can’t kick me out if i snore,” buck mumbles, pulling off his jeans. “can we keep-“

“the door open?” eddie asks. “was already planning on it. in case theo needs us.”

us. not buck. us.

“yeah,” buck whispers, a warm sense of security washing over him. “in case he needs us.”

[sassay-fox]

Teaser Tuesday

I've been tagged by the amazing @circledwithaheart and my bestie @sofa-king-lame (a few times now 😬) so bundle it all together for a teaser Tuesday.

I'm working on two mainly at the moment but this is what I've last worked on - it's an AU with Maddie and Buck as cafe owners

"Hey Buck," Ravi greets Buck with a smile, "I've got a quick question about the menu please?" Buck smirks, "Now Ravi, the men I please are none of your business, but honestly I've never heard a complaint." Ravi glares at Buck unamused until Maddie swats Buck on the back of the head and hisses, "Buck! You can't say that around customers." "Ow. What the hell Maddie?" Buck exclaims as he rubs the back of his head, "It's not a customer, it's Ravi." Ravi splutters, "I'm a customer, who just also happens to know you." "You are practically family," Buck deadpans. "And a customer!" Maddie cuts in before the argument escalates, "I'm not talking about Ravi." "Then who?" asks Buck. "Him," Maddie points towards the man who is standing behind Ravi, trying valiantly not to burst out laughing.

No pressure tagging @cathcer1984 @annoyingcloudearthquake @haydenthewitch and anyone else who wants to share