#hoodie!buck

[wantyoumore]

Endless Buck: (45/?) » “Blue Hoodie - S07E06” 

[beyourownanchor6]

cowboy-buddie -> hoodie-buck

tagging some beloveds to let y’all know 🩵

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[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

hold you in my arms (wrap your soul around me)

—if you love hoodie!buck, this one’s for you!

author: renecdote | rated: t | words: 4.4 | ao3 link

summary:

“You bought another hoodie?” Eddie asks, trying to sound casual and probably failing. He hopes it’s a nice blue that will bring out Buck’s eyes. Or the kind of pink that makes his lips pop. Or that burnt orange he looks so good in. Or green, or white, or maroon, or purple. He’s pretty sure Buck doesn’t own a purple hoodie yet.

“Actually,” Buck is already ripping open the packaging, his grin bright and unrestrained, “this one is for you.”

Eddie frowns, confused. Why? he almost asks. We both know I’d just steal it from you anyway. And then Buck gets the hoodie out of its packaging inside the packaging (Eddie mourns the environment) and holds it up, the material unfolding to show a grey-blue hoodie that says I stole this from my boyfriend on the front.

The one where Buck buys Eddie a hoodie and Eddie has a lot of feelings about how family shaped they are.

—kels reasons to read—

hoodie!buck my most beloved

them sharing clothes is something that can be so personal

the domestic fluff was everything

buck spending all his money on hoodies 😅 (so real)

@renecdote

[riddleboxez]

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[theotherbuckley]

Incorrect tweets pt 19/?

[mustasekittens]

family costumes but the only people who agreed were buck and Christopher

[sophsun1]

OLIVER STARK as Evan 'Buck' Buckley

9-1-1 – 5.17: Hero Complex

[redvelvetcupcakes21]

You know there's a lot of convo about Tommy being the stepping stone and how Tommy can't be Bucks long term relationship because Tommy would be his first bf.

I would love to know if these same folks would say the same for these two bi characters who ended up being committed to the first guy they liked/dated:

[kibagib]

As requested, some bucktommy domesticity, I guess 😌

[bvckleydiaz]

hoodie buck! hoodie buck! hoodie buck! hoodie buck!

[rosetterer]

sorry but tommy being 'weirded out' by buck so far has just been:

"oh my god wtf is wrong with u....? you're adorable"

[whosoldherout]

someone get this man a jacket!

[beyourownanchor6]

You have best url fr. every time i see it I'm like "it's so warm and cozy and now I feel like it too"

🥹🥹

thank you my dear!! i have an unhealthy obsession with buck and his hoodies and it too makes me feel all warm and cozy inside 🩵🫶🏼

[tevanactually]

[bibucktrashpanda]

Comfort

Buck/Tommy, 911. I haven't written fic in years before this week. These two have me hooked and writing and I am going to ride the inspiration. This was purely inspired by a rewatch of the coffee scene and the hoodie Tommy was wearing.

The nightmare is familiar, water rushing towards and over him, arms empty as Christopher is yanked away. Buck screams for him and finds himself blinking awake, heart pounding, icy veins. The room, which has only just become familiar to him, is dark, the only light coming from the alarm clock, because Tommy is old school like that, on the night table says 3am. Buck can feel a loose arm draped over his waist and can feel Tommy's breath tickling the back of his neck. It's 3am and even though they had only fallen asleep around 1am, Buck knows he won't get anymore sleep tonight. Anxiety and adrenaline have him sliding slowly out from under Tommy's arm, pausing every couple of seconds to make sure his boyfriend is still asleep.

He knows Tommy wouldn't mind being woken up but Tommy had just finished a brutal 48 hour shift and they hadn't fallen asleep right after they got into bed. He finally eases out, gently grabbing Tommy's arm and setting it down gently. Standing carefully he turns to take a look at his boyfriend, which still hasn't gotten old, that he has a boyfriend. Buck knows his been annoying about it at the station, mentioning his boyfriend constantly but the newness hasn't rubbed off yet. He still can't quite believe that this incredibly handsome, cool, confident man is his boyfriend, that he gave Buck a second chance but Buck thanks the universe almost daily that he is.

Buck pads softly out of the room, stopping to grab his boxers from the floor, closing the bedroom door softly before pausing, unsure. This is this first nightmare he has had while at Tommy's and he isn't quite sure what to do. If he were home he would put on the TV and curl up in the armchair and wait for the sun to rise. But as big as Tommy's house is, he still hasn't figured out how sound carries and the living room is almost directly under Tommy's bedroom.

He decides on heading to the kitchen, gingerly stepping down the steps. The 5th from the bottom creaks and Tommy hasn't gotten someone in the fix it. Buck hasn't told him yet about the months he spent working construction, it just hasn't come up, and figured he would at some point take care of it for Tommy.

It's cooler downstairs and Buck curses himself out for not grabbing his shirt. He is debating heading back upstairs to try and grab it when he sees it. Hanging on a hook in the foyer is Tommy's navy blue hoodie, the one lined in white that he had worn to meet Buck for coffee after Buck's missteps on their first date. He smiles to himself Perfect.

It's soft and warm but best of all it smells like Tommy. Buck happily zips it up inhaling deeply. he can feel himself calm down wrapped in his boyfriend's clothes and scent. Feeling silly but who else is awake to see, he pulls up the hood for maximum comfort. Its not quite as good as Tommy holding him but it will do.

The kitchen faces the main street and the light from the street light seeps in, dancing across the tiled floor. He loves this kitchen, with its warm wood cabinets, double oven, the island with stools where they have shared meals sitting side by side, pressed together. he loves that he knows where everything is and he loves that Tommy has made him feel at home here, to the point where he no longer feels the need to ask before he uses something. Which gives him an idea.

He very quietly opens a cabinet, grabbing flour, brown sugar and the rest of the supplies to make chocolate chip cookies. He won't back them but he can at least get the dough put together. between the hoodie, the peace of the kitchen, and the focusing on the cookie dough he feels relaxed and he can no longer taste the ghost of salt water on his lips.

The dough is in the fridge and he is trying to decide if he wants to make dough for bread when a quiet cough from the kitchen door causes him to look over. Tommy is standing, in his boxer briefs leaning against the door frame.

Buck feels the first stirrings of anxiety, that he fucked up, that he woke Tommy up but before he gets lost in his head Tommy has crossed the room to stand before him.

"Nightmare?" He asks softly and Buck nods.

"Can I touch you?" Tommy asks, and Buck has never been with anyone who is so respectful of his space and also knows how sometimes the nightmares leave you so raw that you can't bear to be touched.

Buck doesn't bother to answer and just steps into Tommy's space as Tommy wraps his arms around him.

He leans his head on Tommy's shoulder and feels the last little bits of the tsunami dissipate into the ether of the before sunrise morning. It has fully released him, at least for now. he could probably even try sleeping again.

"You want to go curl up on the couch together?" Tommy asks, letting Buck decide.

Buck whispers into his neck. "I think I can sleep again actually. I feel calm enough to try at least."

"Okay, baby. Let's go back to bed" Tommy releases him and before Buck can move Tommy has in his arms and is striding towards the stairs while Buck laughs.

"I feel like I shouldn't love the fact that you can do this as much as I do." He muses.

Tommy snorts and gently places him on the bed like he is something precious. "You love it, I love carrying you, what else matters?" he pauses and stares down at Buck, "I on the other hand am struggling between finding you absolutely adorable wearing my hoodie and wanting to cuddle you but also wanting to slide your boxers off and suck you off while you are still wearing it."

Buck raises a hand to play with the hoodie zipper. "You don't have to choose, you can find me adorable, suck me off and then cuddle me. I promise not to take it off." He drawls, twitching his hips in what he hopes comes across as seductive.

"You have the best ideas." Tommy kneels on the bed and presses a quick kiss to Buck's lips before heading down.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

I am living my best life right now

Hello Buck in a white (I think might be super light grey marl but it looks white) hoodie - sitting in the same chair he sat in in s5 wearing a white hoodie when the beginning of the end for bt1.0 began 👀👀👀 parallels are paralleling

Costume department got my back always!

Hello medic Eddie in olive khaki green and light tan chinos with buck in navy blue.

Note how they’re both in long sleeves - making them paired up!!

And also note that the red parasol is in between them 👀👀👀

Because Tommy with no sleeves - showing him as different to Buck and Eddie - thus separating him further than just the table does!

But also he’s in red - just like that parasol! He’s literally a red flag coming between Buck and Eddie!!

Costume department got my back - always!