#new art in Bucks loft

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Hello new piece of art in Bucks loft that is making me think thoughts! I need to see you in full please and thank you!

There was no art on this wall before - as we can see in 705

its an interesting piece because it looks to be an artists 1/5th scale posable figure, in front of either water or static (I prefer water, but static is entirely plausible!). Water theming around Buck has always been at thing (and around buddie more widely for that matter!) and thats making me think a lot of thoughts.

But the concept of positioning and poses and proportions - because there’s something about painting a 1/5th scale posable figure and having it as the finished piece of art. The figures are meant to help artists with drawing, its a reference item, and points to the beginnings of a painting rather than a complete picture - its the thing you use to create the base markings for your final piece, its not usually the final piece.

So using it here is maybe a reference to Buck and his bi identity being at the beginning stages and that it will look vastly different by the ‘end’ of his journey - and so we might see the art change over the season as things happen to him and he grows and develops. It possibly being tied into the water theme as well is interesting - the idea that water washes away and renews, but can be destructive in the process. It could be a play on the idea that old Buck is being washed away and new Buck is still a work in progress - he's still figuring himself out and forming the full picture.

The fact it's only appeared since tommy started dating Buck - by that I mean after the coffee date, not the first failed date - and that its maybe also a reference to Tommy - that he is being positioned to serve Bucks arc like a posable figure. Like an inside joke from the set department about tommy being a plot device in much the same way those figures are a plotting device for a piece of art!

[magniloquent-raven]

@chaussettecanape your art of tommy in bucks sweater did this to me 💀

**

It’s been seven days. Almost to the hour.

Not that Tommy’s been counting. Not exactly. But sometimes he can’t help glancing at the clock and think, it was 8:48 when I got in my truck that night. His brain does the math from there.

After twelve hours and six minutes without Evan, he gave in to tears. Wholly. He wept, staring at his blurry bedroom ceiling as the morning light crept in. It was the first time in six months he’d woken up to an empty lockscreen. Dragging his fingertip up the picture he took of Evan's sunny smile said yielded nothing but No Older Notifications.

Three days and eight hours after he walked out of Evan’s loft for the last time, he sat in the locker room at work, phone in hand, scrolling numbly through their old messages. He read every I’ll be there in 15 and Wanna watch a movie tonight? until he got to a solid block of text that started with, Hey, Tommy! It’s Buck. Evan. He was sweet and excited, but so unsure. Self-conscious even through text.

For an uncharitable moment Tommy thought to himself they both would have been better off if he’d left Evan on read and never given him that tour. But it wasn’t fair. He knows their relationship was important to Evan. Transformative, was how he put it. He discovered something about himself, and now he gets to live a fuller life because of it. And Tommy wants to be happy for him.

He will be. Eventually.

Five days, four hours, and twenty-six minutes into one of the worst weeks of his life, he found Evan’s blue hoodie shoved underneath a throw pillow on his couch. He doesn’t remember the last time he saw Evan wearing it, and has no idea when he took it off and discarded it there.

He should’ve paid better attention. If he’d known he was running out of time, he would have. If he knew when he was seeing Evan smile for the last time. Kissing him for the last time. He would’ve savoured the moments he stole while he was still allowed to. He wishes he knew why this hoodie and this cushion. Wishes there was a memory attached to it beyond the shadow of their entire relationship haunting his every step.

He left the hoodie where he found it, shoving it back into hiding.

But now…it’s 9pm on a Thursday night, and he’s sitting alone in his bedroom, wearing his ex’s sweater.

He’s been thinking about the damn sweater for days. It might be an excuse to see Evan again, but it would be a flimsy one. Pathetic and transparent. After a rough call yesterday he almost caved, pulled up his phone and typed out three words of a message he never sent.

But he’s being strong about this, he reminded himself. He’s not taking calls from Howie because he wouldn’t be able to talk to him without asking after Evan. He hasn’t even checked the text he got from Eddie the day after the breakup. And he’s staying out of workplace gossip, because God knows the 118 inevitably comes up one way or another.

It’s better this way. Cleaner.

Today was his first full day off since last week, and the empty hours have been chipping away at his resolve. His house is so quiet, and his thoughts are so loud. Tinkering with his truck’s engine did nothing but keep his hands busy.

The sweater has stains on it. Black smudges along the side and spots on the back. Tommy thought he’d been careful not to touch too much, not to get his dirt all over Evan at his sister’s wedding. It wasn’t until later that he noticed Evan parading around with handprints all over.

Tommy pointed it out to him afterwards, but Evan didn’t seem to care, just kissed the frown off of Tommy’s face and changed the subject.

Knowing Evan, he expected him to google cleaning tips and have the sweater looking brand-new by the next day, but he left Tommy’s soot-stain fingerprints where they were.

Tommy can’t fathom why.

He traced the path of his touch along the seam when he pulled the sweater out of his couch a second time. Remembering what it felt like to pull Evan closer, colliding with the solid lines of his body and molding to fit into the space between his palms.

In the end, it was catching the scent of sugar and pine that broke him. The warm notes of his aftershave clinging to the collar of his hoodie. Tommy pulled the sweater over his head, just to feel that softness against his skin again.

He’s been puttering around the house in it all afternoon, trying not to look at his own rumpled, unshaven image in any reflective surfaces, but he ran out of meaningless chores to do and now he’s got nothing but time to think about his phone sitting six inches to the left of his knee.

At 9:12 his screen lights up. It’s a text. From Evan.

The hollowness that’s been gnawing a hole in his stomach for days turns to lead weight dropping into his gut.

He’s tired. Bone-deep exhausted. Sleep has been hard when his dreams are a confusing muddle, snippets of sunshine, Evan’s smile nestled in the dip of his collarbone, memories that crack into nonsensical pieces under the weight of his guilt. When he’s not fruitlessly trying to strong-arm his brain to sleep, he’s working, picking up extra shifts and deep-cleaning his house until it’s in better shape than it was when he moved in.

Between deepening the ache in the middle of his back and peeling the callouses from his fingertips, he’s repeating a mantra. Reminding himself that Evan will heal better without Tommy picking at his scabs.

It’s a marathon he’s running on empty, and he’s not sure how he’s going to keep going.

His fingers itch, and putting his hands in the pocket of his—not his, Evan’s hoodie, does not help.

Two minutes go by, his phone buzzes a second time, reminding him he hasn’t checked the text yet. Like he’s forgotten.

He catches a glimpse of the message.

Can we talk?

He wants nothing more, but the real question is should they. He knew from the beginning that falling for Evan was inevitable. He knew, and he didn’t even bury it that deep to pretend he didn’t. The problem was it was just so easy to forget how dangerous that fall would be. Just being around Evan made him reckless. His sweet words and sweeter smile made Tommy weak in the knees and he let himself ignore the steep drop he was about to step over.

It’s a bad idea. Maybe he’s a coward, maybe he’s always been a coward, but he’s terrified of what losing Evan would look like if he lets himself be vulnerable again.

But he’s so tired. He aches, and he just wants to lay down somewhere warm. Somewhere safe.

He wraps his arms around himself, fingers brushing the soot-stains on his side.

Then grabs his phone.

Ok.

[buddierecs]

oblivious buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

"and we're back...in the car again" by: beulaugh "buck gives christopher permission to finally watch jurassic park, and it sends eddie down a feelings spiral" word count: 11k important tags: christopher diaz has two dads, feelings realisation, co-parenting, fluff, first kiss buy back the secrets by: allyasavedtheday "after getting hurt on a call, buck wakes up thinking it's 2018. aka buck can't remember who eddie is but he's pretty sure everyone's lying when they say they're "just friends." word count: 18k important tags: amnesia, memory loss, hurt!evan buckley, hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions those two firefighters by: darkfairytale #thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in la are a thing or not word count: 64k important tags: social media, fluff and humour, crack, injuries, slow burn, ptsd idiots on reddit by: 7ate9 "buck and ana seem to keep clashing during eddie's recovery after the shooting. both turn to reddit for assistance, and both get answers." word count: 35k important tags: idiots in love, ana flores bashing, ptsd, shooting (s4), protective!evan buckley tear me to pieces and make me feel whole by: justhockey "and that’s when it clicks. in the pasta aisle of the grocery store, at 10am on a saturday morning. buck is frowning as he tries to decide what to get - and eddie is in love with him" word count: 2.5k important tags: fluff, didn't know they were dating, getting together, fluff, team as family, friends to lovers at every table i'll save you a seat by: siblysleaves "five times someone tells buck he’s in love with eddie and the one time he tells eddie" word count: 10k important tags: 5+1 things, friends to lovers, getting together, fluff early morning sunrise by: taecafune "in which buck wakes up half-naked next to his best friend and ends up facing hidden feelings he'd rather keep undiscovered." word count: 20k important tags: hangovers, pining, light angst, soft!buddie, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, fluff the art of making love. by: dylaesthetics "buck’s loft gets flooded, making him temporarily move in with eddie, who’s out and about dating guys now, apparently, and buck tries to figure out why the hell the thought makes him sick" word count: 6k important tags: roommates, gay!eddie diaz, mutual pining, idiots in love advice wanted by: cairparavels "eddie diaz takes to reddit to figure out why he hates his best friend’s new boyfriend so much." word count: 8k important tags: social media, misunderstandings, jealous!eddie diaz, tommy kinard bashing, idiots in love, fluff, angst, mutual pining, getting together appetency by: daisies_and_briars "when buck learns eddie has suddenly developed a sweet tooth, he falls down a bit of a research spiral about the cause behind unusual sugar cravings, and tries to help eddie with this perceived problem. eddie’s ‘problem’ isn’t exactly what buck has in mind." word count: 4.6k important tags: evan buckley cooks, worried!evan buckley, evan buckley has adhd, fluff, getting together the ducking of evan buckley by: browney3dgirl6 "buck doesn’t have any ducks for his jeep. eddie decides to fix that. aka 5 times eddie secretly leaves ducks for buck, and the one time he hands one right to him." word count: 13k important tags: 5+1 things, crack, soft!buddie, pining!eddie diaz, fluff, humour, jealous!eddie diaz, idiots in love, love confessions betting pools and barbecues by: withmeornotatall "buck is really good with kids. eddie knows this. he just isn't quite sure what it is he's feeling whenever he sees buck with children." word count: 7.2k important tags: fluff, love confessions, getting together

[acesartemis]

permission to gawk g, eddietommy (in buddietommy) i had a craving for eddie admiring tommy

Mark down Eddie's new permanent address as Cloud 9. Not only does he get to work with Buck but he can come home with Buck. And touch and cuddle with Buck. And kiss Buck. And Tommy too. He has to admit, that was the biggest surprise of all.

And there Eddie was, with a crashed out Buck beside him, face smushed into a pillow to try to block out the light from the bathroom, getting to watch and admire Tommy go through the motions of his work-morning routine.

The other man has on a pair of Buck's pants, sinfully low on his hips and snug in the ass. His muscles bunch deliciously as he kneads some hair product into his freshly washed hair.

What a work of art that Eddie still could hardly believe he had permission to gawk.

Tommy’s eyes meet Eddie’s and his lips curve into a small and soft but amused smile.

"You're up early."

"I-I'm... enjoying the view?" Eddie stammers, self-conscious and a little nervous. It was all still so brand new and fragile and Buck wasn't awake to fortify Eddie with the bravery he always did.

Tommy tilts his head, gazing at Eddie with a more pronounced smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners the way Buck always pushed about, and now Eddie, too. Eddie's chest fills with a warmth he thought he'd never feel again after losing Shannon. To be gazed upon with absolute love and adoration, it could make him cry. But he wouldn't.

"You know you have the freedom to do whatever you want," Tommy reminds him softly and Eddie's breath hitches. “I don't mind.”

Eddie’s gaze drops down to Buck, who has managed to wiggle himself closer to Eddie, his arms now firmly keeping him hostage. Eddie sighs, but it's a contented one as he cards his fingers through the soft curls on Buck’s head.

“I’d make you coffee but I’m stuck,” he says to Tommy and motions for him to come over, pouting his lips at him. “Kissy-kiss?” 

“Ask and thee shall receive,” Tommy jokes and rounds the bed in long bounds—damn his boyfriends and their long ass limbs—pressing a firm but chaste kiss to his lips. Eddie is delighted to hear Tommy’s hum of happiness that he caused to happen. How the hell did he get so lucky?

After pressing a kiss to Buck’s head, Tommy reminds, “Hey, it's your turn for laundry today, don't forget. I’m mysteriously out of shirts.”

Eddie laughs, looking not one bit guilty as his gaze drops to one of the aforementioned shirts on his body. “Sowie. You can always take mine.”

“Do you want me to get fired?” He presses another kiss to Eddie’s forehead and returns to the bathroom to continue getting ready. And Eddie settles a little more in the bed as he watches his boyfriend run an electric razor over his chiseled from marble jaw.

He must have dozed off, because one moment his eyes were on a half naked Tommy and the next  the feel of lips on his forehead were stirring them open to a now fully-clothed Tommy.

“Coffee for you and sleepy head.”

“Be safe. We love you.”

“I love you,” he says pointedly, making Eddie blush. Because Tommy was patient and kind and tender and could already read Eddie like a book. “And of course Evan, too, but he snoozes, he loses,” Tommy teases. He drops one more kiss to Eddie’s lips before heading down the loft’s stairs and out the door.

[kitweewoos]

Okay, new ask game! Top three dates you'd love to see Buck and Tommy go on 🥰

Number one is a Picnic - Buck makes them a meal and packs it into a basket with some wine glasses and a bottle of sparkling cider, and leads Tommy into a park. He sets up a blanket and sets out their food - it's a bunch of finger food that they can feed each other - and they sit up against each other while they share lunch and talk about their morning and the long week they'd had, and just enough a quiet afternoon and enjoy the breeze and sunshine without any interruption.

Number two is Paintball - They like to have fun, too, so one time, they sign up for a session at a paintball course one night. Tommy doesn't need to help Buck into his vest, but he pulls Buck's vest tight around him and kisses him while he buckles it. Tommy is better at aiming, but Buck is faster and sneakier, so they're pretty evenly matched, because Buck is capable of surprising Tommy more often. They laugh, and the stresses of their life just melts away.

Number three is some kind of paint 'n sip or ceramics class they take together - Tommy is secretly a creative guy, who doesn't like to show it often, but Buck asks to see something Tommy doesn't share with anyone. So, Tommy takes him to an art class where they make each other something, laughing and getting dirty, and at the end of the date, they get to take home each other's art, and Buck displays it proudly in his loft and tells everyone about it who sees it.

[bucksaiga]

Okay, new ask game! Top three dates you'd love to see Buck and Tommy go on 🥰

Hi Mexi ♡

Escape Room Date (I just think it would be fun for them and I want to see them work together solving all the puzzles. They're both really smart and work well under pressure, so I think it would be a fun way to see them work together as a team, and I think they'd both love it.)

Paint and Sip (They like wine, add a little painting to it. I think they'd have a nice time! Buck would be amazed by how talented Tommy is, and Tommy finds Buck's paintings endearing. He always wants to hang Buck's paintings but not his own, so Buck takes Tommy's home to the loft, hangs them up and brags to everyone about where he got the new, pricey looking art pieces from.)

An amusement park date! (Let them play some games, win silly prizes, let out their inner kids and have some innocent fun! Tommy can take Buck to the arcade and show him how an 80s baby gets the high score Pac-Man. When he adds his initials (TLK) to the board, Buck keeps nagging about what the L stands for, and Tommy just won't budge.)

[gwenfr]

Promised myself that even if I'm so busy irl, I would at least do one more art for my Bucktommy Halloween fic before it's officially Halloween... I know it's not perfect but didn't have more time so here it goes...

Hope in Halloween : Chapter 4

It was finally Halloween night, and Buck was in his loft preparing Jee and himself to go out, waiting for Tommy to arrive when there was a knock on the door.

He left Jee with some coloring book on the coffee table and went to open the door, not knowing if it was his boyfriend or some kids asking for candy.

He opened the door and he still didn't know to be honest. Because in front of him stood Batman.

Just a big 6'2 foot tall batman. He was taken aback for a few seconds but then recognized (as always) those gorgeous blue eyes behind the dark mask. "Tommy ?"

Buck could see Tommy's blush on the little skin not hidden by the mask.

“I thought I would make an effort,” said Tommy, apparently a little nervous “so yeah, matching costume you said ?!”

Buck could only smile because of all the love he felt right now for his boyfriend. “Thank you” he said before closing the distance to kiss him. It was a quick kiss, stopping when his hands felt something on Tommy’s chest. He took a step back to better look at his boyfriend's body. Buck's eyes took notice of Tommy's costume, especially the chest area and could only grow big when he realized that Tommy was wearing the infamous Batman nipple suit from the 90's movie...

He smiled again and put back his hands on Tommy/Batman's chest. "Woah Batman, your costume is really fitting you in all the right places..."

"Yeah yeah I know, don't look at me like that, it was too last minute, the store didn't have any other one left..."

“Well, I’m not complaining.”

Tommy rolled his eyes fondly before looking up and down at Buck’s body, a little longer than necessary, seeing a vintage superman costume, complete with the blue tights and the red underwear over it. He smiled.

"But I could return you the compliment. They didn't have the newer one for you ?"

And this time it was Buck who was blushing before quickly defending himself. "No, they had a lot of choices, but I just always thought it was the best version of the superman costume.”

Tommy looked pensive hearing this response and after a couple of seconds of silence just said in a low voice. “I agree…”.

Summary: Buck ask Tommy to spend Halloween with him and Jee. Tommy accept before realising that due to Buck and Jee's choices of costume, it's going to be difficult to enjoy his first Halloween with the man he love and his niece. Tommy will have to accept his late mom and his boyfriend's help to get over some past Halloween trauma and finally enjoy the spookiest day of the year with his new family.

[like-the-rest-of-la]

Temptation Tuesday

I was tagged by @destielbuddiepipeline and @rewritetheending for Temptation Tuesday 💖💖 thaaaank you!! Also, I swear Morgan, we must've shared a braincell today bc I kept thinking about an AU very loosely based on 'My Best Friend's Wedding' and the first couple of sentences basically wrote themselves 🙈 anyway... that's basically my temptation bc I actually wanted to write the cursed!Buck fic or the vet!Buck fic... yet... here we are.

Eddie knows that people who are on the brink of death sometimes have an out-of-body experience. He didn't. When he was lying there on the asphalt, bleeding out—dying—three and a half years ago, he just saw Buck. He remembers reaching for him, looking at him, and then… nothing until he woke up in a hospital room.  

But in this moment, right here, right now, he feels like he finally gets what these people are talking about. 

One second he's ribbing Chimney because of his continuous lack of solitaire skills. Out of the corner of his eye, he's keeping track of Buck ushering Hen, Bobby and Ravi in their direction, towards the table in the firehouse loft. 

The next, Buck—with his cheeks bright red and a nervous grin edged to his features—clutches the backrest of the chair on Eddie's right so hard, his knuckles are turning white. The words die on Chimney's tongue and he quirks a questioning eyebrow at Eddie. Eddie shrugs.

The rest of the team takes a seat and Buck rocks back and forth on his heels. The chair makes an unpleasant screeching noise and he stops, gulps audibly and then starts to stutter, "I-uh, I have some exciting news to share." 

And even before he gets the next sentence out, Eddie feels like he's no longer present in his own body—instead, free fall and then standstill. Disconnect.

He knows he's sitting here, he knows he's got his head turned to the side, looking up at Buck (who doesn't look back at him) and... he knows. But somehow, he's not really there. He's a sideline-spectator, watching from across the room. 

"I, umm, well, Kelsey asked me last night," a disbelieving laugh stumbles out of Buck's mouth, "and it was a bit of a surprise, but, umm, I said yes, and-I-I'm getting married. I'm getting married, guys."

And in this moment, Eddie finally feels like he gets it, because hearing Buck say, "I'm getting married", feels a lot like dying. 

I'm gonna tag @mellaithwen @princessfbi @theladyyavilee @buckactuallys @capseycartwright @renecdote @spotsandsocks and @nymika-arts if you want to and haven't already 💖💖💖

[staciesometimeswrites]

LA's Link to the Sky Chapter 2/3

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“Excuse me, you did what?” Eddie stares at him from across the kitchen island, eyes wider than the first time Buck told him he and Tommy were on a date and he realized, for the first time, that Tommy was gay.

Buck winces and gives a half tilt of his lips as he replies, “Got a tattoo for Tommy?”

Eddie’s eyeballs look ready to burst, and he’s about to lose his eyebrows to his hairline. The beer he’s holding dangles precariously between two fingers. “Buck. Buddy. Pal. You know that those are permanent, right? It won’t just be a whoopsie daisies if things go sideways.”

Buck glares at the older man. “I’m not stupid, Eddie.”

“No, you’re not,” he agrees, “but sometimes you don’t think about possible consequences.” His eyebrows finally lower and he takes a long swig from his beer. “I know you’re an eternal optimist but… You and Tommy have only been together a few months. You only told him you love him, what, two weeks ago?”

Buck flushes and takes a swig of his own beer so he’s not forced into saying anything. When the heat subsides, he admits, almost to himself he’s so quiet, “I really think… Hope… that he’s my forever, Eddie. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before; not even Abby and I held onto her for nearly a year after she left me.” Silence. Then a drawn out, guttural resigned sigh.

Scrubbing his face roughly, Eddie leans one elbow on the counter and rests his head against his fist as he scrutinizes his best friend. While there’s judgment, Buck feels a sense of warmth and brotherly affection as well. “You really have it bad for him, don’t you?” Buck nods just once, sliding his fingers along the neck of the bottle and collecting the condensation. Swiping back up, he wipes his fingers on his pants and stares at the ground. Talking with Eddie is making him feel a modicum better, but he still feels the tension in his neck.”Well then, you should do what feels right for you. Don’t hesitate. You jumped into the whole ‘dating a guy’ thing with aplomb and haven’t looked back, so maybe don’t start now.”

“Yeah?” Buck twists his fingers together, looking up at Eddie without lifting his head, his eyes wider than a puppy dog trying to look like they didn’t just upturn the trash can and trail its entrails across the kitchen.

Eddie sits up straight and reaches over to clasp Buck’s shoulders, squeezing reassuringly. “Like I said when you told me about your first date; once he knows you’re an idiot, he’ll love you, just like we all already do.” He smirks. “Though this might just have one upped every other thing you’ve ever Bucked up since I met you.” Winking, he drains his beer in a few long dregs and stands. “I gotta get some shopping done so I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you Thursday on shift?” Without waiting for a response he heads for the door.

With a grin on his lips, Buck straightens, with the load of worry lightning on his shoulders, and calls out, “Asshole!” Eddie gives him the finger as he laughs his way out the door, it clicking with a sense of finality behind him.

Finishing his own drink, he heads up to his bedroom in the loft and pulls up Tommy’s contact, eager to see his face now that his secret is hidden beneath his clothing. He hits the video chat button and brightens when, after just one ring, his boyfriend picks up, his gorgeous face beaming back at him.

*

Buck startles at the sound of a loud, low whistle outside the locker room door. Hen stands there, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed over her chest. While she’s grinning, he can already see the question in her eyes. Self-consciously he holds his shirt up a little higher; he’s only just stripped off his street clothes to change into his uniform, and he’s still shirtless, so his chest is bare for anyone to see, and he hasn’t yet told anyone else about his new art. “Did Bucky-boy get a new tat and not tell anyone?” She asks, checking out his pec with discerning eyes. “And do my eyes deceive me or is that maybe something for a specific someone?”

“Morning Hen.” Buck slowly turns away from her, ignoring the fire he feels in his cheeks. He only took off the protective bandage this morning. The skin is still quite pink and plasma oozes from where there’s the heaviest dose of ink.

“Good morning. Don’t avoid my question.” She sinks her claws in, clearly not about to let go. “So, tell me.”

Buck shimmies into his blue LAFD shirt and begins to forcefully tuck it in, drawing the process out so he doesn’t have to face her. “What was the question, again?” He hedges.

Hen sighs dramatically. “C’mon Buck, it’s cute how bad you have it for Tommy.”

“I don’t have it that bad.” He protests, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout as he zips his slacks and fastens the buckle. He can’t prolong the process any longer so he smooths his shirt front and turns to face the paramedic. To his surprise she’s got the softest smile on her lips, her posture relaxed. After what feels like a millenia long silence he sighs with exasperation and admits, “Okay so… Maybe I do have it that bad.” His shoulders roll forward into a slump as he drops his head back, staring into the blinding fluorescent lights.

Hen chuckles and a moment later her warm hands are gripping his shoulders. He lowers just his eyes so he can see her. “There’s nothing wrong with that. You’ve been so much more… authentically yourself since you two started dating. I think he may be part of the missing pieces you were in search of.”

“Yeah?” He slouches into her, coming to rest his head on her shoulder. She rubs his biceps a few times before running a hand through his hair. “You don’t think I’m moving too fast?”

“I think you’re moving at the exact right speed for you. There is no generic right or wrong; every partnership is different. Does he know? About the tattoo I mean?” He rubs his forehead against her shoulder in a headshake.  “Well,from what little I’ve seen, I think you may just break his brain with it. It’s stunning.”

Buck sighs, sinking even more into her, wrapping his arms around her waist in a hug. She hugs him back, squeezing him in the best mama bear hug he’s felt in a long time. “Thanks Hen.”

“No problem, Bucky-boy. Make sure you let me see it up close after it’s healed some more. Don’t forget to keep it clean, and come to me if it starts looking strange or anything.” She lets go and pushes him back, waggling a finger in his face. “Maybe pull back on the impulsive decisions some though. I feel like diving head first into a same sex relationship after a totally unpredicted bi-awakening, and then a new ‘name but not a name’ tattoo, is enough impulsiveness to last the rest of the year.”

Buck lets out a genuine guffaw of laughter, eyes crinkling in the corner. “I’ll be sure to do that Mama Hen, cross my heart and hope to live.” She snorts and gives him a few hard pats right over the fresh ink. He winces and glowers a little as she turns to leave the room. Every single day he feels more and more blessed for inheriting a family that loves him unconditionally, even if they are a little mean to him just for fun sometimes.

He shoves his duffle into his locker and swings it shut, pulling out his phone to call Tommy before his shift starts, missing him after two days of not seeing him in person.

*

Later that shift, Buck steps out of the shower, towel wrapped tightly around his waist. They’d gotten back from back-to-back fires - one a suburban house fire, and another a warehouse - and he was covered in soot and dust. His curls were turned tan from the stuff falling from the sky like snow, and he could feel grit in places he doesn’t want to think about. Thankfully Gerrard finally shows some level of mercy and demands a halt on calls for the next hour, allowing his staff to eat and clean up.

Chimney stands at the wide, wooden, bench in the bathroom outside the shower stalls in just his slacks as he digs through his bag, probably for a razor or a toothbrush. He glances up when Buck approaches, roughly scrubbing at his hair with a second towel. His brother-in-law's eyes grow wider than saucers upon seeing Buck’s new adornment. “Buck, what in the hell is that and does Tommy know?”

It takes him longer than it should to understand what Chimney is asking. He furrows his brow and stares at him for a long second before following his line of sight to his chest. “Oh. This?” He points stupidly at himself, his confusion palpable.

Chimney opens and closes his mouth like a fish a few times, his own brows knitting together. “No, Buck, I mean the other glaringly obvious body art that magically appeared on you since the last time I saw you shirtless. Which isn’t as long ago as it should be.” He leans over and backhands his stomach. “Yes, that.”

Buck can’t help the way his face flushes, heat creeping up his neck. Part of it’s from pleasure, knowing that so far everyone that’s seen it has known exactly who it was for, but also in embarrassment because he knows they know that it was a somewhat impulsive decision. It also probably means that if things go sideways with Tommy… He likely won’t be able to play off what it means to him.

“Um… It’s a tattoo?” Once again it comes out more as a question than a statement. It’s really not hard to understand why others thought him dim a lot of the time.

“Duh.” Chimney says with emphasis, crying out in triumph as he pulls out a metal comb. It’s only then that Buck realizes that the man's own dark hair is damp. Chimney begins to attempt to tame the nest that is his hair as he continues staring deep into the younger man's soul, eyes wide with question. “But that is for Tommy, isn’t it? Or are you just super into cool scenery now and it has absolutely nothing to do with your hot, pilot boyfriend?” He stills and then his eyes widen even further until he almost looks like a cartoon character whose eyes are about to pop from their head. “Wait, wait, wait. Does Maddie know you pulled a stunt like this?”

Buck turns his head and shifts his eyes. “Ma-y-be.” The word drags and he knows that Chimney will know he’s lying. The silence says as much. “Look, I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions.”

The paramedic sighs heavily, and a moment later there’s a firm weight on his shoulder. He turns his head back and finds Chimney standing right next to him now, dark eyes full of understanding. He forgets that Chimney has fallen in love twice and the first time it didn’t work out so well. The second time around? He found his soulmate. Almost more than anyone Chimney understands what it’s like to find someone only to have them ripped out from under him and Buck has gone through that more than most people his age.

“Look, Buck, I get it okay. You and Tommy? You guys belong together. But I can’t help remembering that you felt this way around Abby, too. When you fell, you fell hard. So hard in fact that you broke into pieces when you were finally forced to face gravity and crashed. Then Taylor came around and you latched hard onto her, and we all thought she was your new forever. But… well.” He shrugs. “I’m tired of seeing you get hurt and this,” he gestures at his friend's pec, “worries me because if something does go wrong, that’s a reminder you can’t just get rid of. I’m not sure you’d recover and you’d be forced to remember every single day.”

Warmth pools deep in Buck’s gut as he stares at his brother-in-law with heat pooling in the back of his eyes. His lip trembles as he forces his tears back. “Chimney.” He whimpers.

Chimney grins. “I have faith that you and Tommy will still be together when you’re old and grey. I don’t want to be the one who jinxes it. I see the way you look at him so, if you’re sure, I’ll be sure.” He squeezes Buck’s shoulder again and gives him a gentle shake. “Now put some clothes on. I don’t need to see you naked. That’s your boyfriend's job.” Buck snorts a somewhat wet laugh and wipes at his nose, sending one more prayer of thanks to whomever would listen for bringing him a family that cares for him so deeply he can’t even see the bottom of the well.

*

Maddie bursts into his loft on his day off demanding, “You got a tattoo for Tommy?!” She stomps up to him at the stove and whirls him around to look him in the eye. “Evan Buckley, just what were you thinking?”

He blinks rapidly, trying to force his brain back online after the processing disruption. His eyes flick back to the pan he was stirring a moment ago then back to his sister, brows furrowed. “What?”

Maddie puts her hands on her hips and huffs. “You. Got. A. Tat. Too.”

Still confused, he turns the knob for the burner to the off position and wipes his hands with the tea towel slung over his shoulder - it’s a gift from Tommy, a white and red towel with tiny firetrucks all over it. He refused to use it at first, because he didn’t want to ruin a gift, but within a few weeks it became his go to for cleaning up any messes that wouldn’t stain. Its fibers are soft, and pliant, after so many trips through the washer and Buck adores it. “Y-yeah, so? I’m an adult.”

Maddie’s big eyes go even water and tears brim along the waterline. “Buck. That’s a huge step. Does he even know?”

“Funnily enough Chimney asked the same thing.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “For good reason. A tattoo is permanent. A lifelong commitment. And Chimney says that it’s something very much… You guys.” She shifts a couple of times back and forth on her feet before caving in and approaching her little brother, cupping his face in her hands, stroking along his jaw. She searches deep in his eyes, trying to draw out any hint of regret. 

Buck places his hands over hers and squeezes oh so gently. Lowering his voice he breathes, “I know Maddie. That’s why I got it. I,” he sucks in a sharp breath, broad chest expanding until he could float away like a balloon. “I’m positive t-that Tommy is going to be… Going to be… my forever.” He admits, breath whooshing out in a singular exhale as he admits that out loud. It’s been four days since he marked himself. Four days since he sincerely committed to the idea of forever with a man he’s only known a few months. Four months since he accepted that he’s bi. And he’s never felt more sure of anything in his life.

“I know that this is probably fast, and I-I think for most people it would be but…” He grips her hands and lowers them between themselves.

A single tear rolls down his sister's cheek. “I wasn’t here for it but, from what I’ve been told, you felt this way for Abby and look what happened. She broke you, Buck.” 

He shakes his head and swipes the pad of his thumb under her eye, wiping her tear on his pant leg. “This is different.”

“But how do you know? He’s the first guy you’ve ever dated and he’s almost a decade older than you. Every time you date someone older it ends in disaster.”

Buck looks directly at her as he says, “When you know, you know. Like how you knew Chimney was really it for you this time. Like Bobby knew Athena’s his, along with her kids. It’s like Hen and Karen knowing they were meant to be, even after everything they’ve been through.” He knits his brows together. “I mean yeah, I’ve felt kind of this way before but it was… different. I can’t go more than a few hours without thinking about him. Whenever I learned a fun new fact, or began obsessing over something new, my first thought was always to text you or Eddie but now, he’s the first one I want to tell about anything, good or bad. With Abby I…” He runs a hand through his curls and looks away, getting lost in those distant memories for just a moment. “She had so much going on in her life that I never felt like I could burden her with my own worries but Tommy… Even on his worst days I feel like he still wants to genuinely hear what I have to say. He wants us to work out those bad days together. We’re still separate people but it feels like we could operate as one. Ya know?”

Maddie sniffs. “Buck.” Her voice breaks and she brings the sleeve of her sweater up to her face and wipes first her eyes and then her nose. Her eyes are red rimmed but she’s no longer crying. “You really mean that, don’t you?” He nods, not looking at her.  “You stupid, silly boy.” A breath later he’s wrapped tightly in her arms, her hand holding his head against her shoulder, the other wrapped tightly around his middle. His own eyes prickle as he wraps her up in his own embrace, relishing the feeling of this familial bond.

They hug until Maddie can bring herself to stop sniffling. When she does, she pulls back and pushes him out to arms length with a smirk on her lips. “Well, now that we got that mushy sibling crap out of the way, I think it’s time you show me this symbol of eternal love.”

Buck snorts and proceeds to bat her hands away. “Gaze upon my skin in awe, sister, for it is awesome.” She playfully protests as he begins to lift the corner of his shirt, yelling my eyes, my eyes as she mock cowers away. They continue to banter back and forth even as she comes closer to examine the peeling tattoo, tracing over the delicate lines and oohing and awing over its awesomeness.

Once she’s had her fill, she steps back. Seriously she says, “He’s going to love it, Buck. Not just because he loves you.” The tips of his ears turn pink. “But next time you do something like this you had better tell me first. Eddie may be your best friend but I’m your sister and that takes priority.” 

“I make zero promises.” He dances away, giggling like a little boy as she chases after him with her arm raised, ready to hit and main him, even if only in gest.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

[sad-girl-hours23]

Writers Wrapped

Thank you for the tag @ambernotember this was fun 🤭

Favorite Story you've worked on this year: I have a few WIPs I'm currently obsessed with, but...if you can call it a "story," I'd have to say The Places You Love to Be Kissed (2500 words, told in 25 drabbles)

Favorite Character that you've written this year: Oof this is hard. I've only written Buck/Tommy as a pairing...I'm gonna have to go with Tommy Kinard, maybe especially in I Know The Last Page So Well, I Can't Read The First

Favorite scene you've worked on this year: It's a drabble, but chapter 22: Garden Courtyard, Part 1 of The Places You Love to Be Kissed is one of my most favorites (It's a Buck & Maddie scene)

Favorite piece of inspiration you've used this year(i.e. song, movie, art): There are a few poems by Nikita Gill that lent inspiration to some of my works (I'm too tired to seek them all out, I love all her poetry, but I do remember this was one of the lines: Devour this hungry thing slowly

Which led to this (one of my favorite scenes to write)

Favorite line or lines you've written:

He imagined the scenarios so vividly, looking for clues of how it’d end, each accusation echoed back to him in the voice of someone he loves: Buck, in the bar, with a stranger; Buck, in his loft, with an old flame; Buck, in his head, with his crippling self-doubt. (This is almost the whole drabble lol but I love the rhythm of it)

His skin is fever-warm and his breathing is slightly labored, but he’s here and he’s okay and he’s still Tommy’s and Tommy wants to sob from how much he didn’t realize he needed all of those things to be true until just now. (From Fever)

Writing piece or accomplishment you're most proud of: Honestly that I've written & shared anything at all, it had been about 3 years since I'd written anything & participating in the 118 Daily Drabble since I've never been part of any writing challenge before.

Happy New Year! 🎉And consider yourself tagged if you want to join in 😌

[miriam-heddy]

When you feel like reminding those new to fandom that both Kirk and Spock DIED (multiple times) in canon. And we still wrote fanfiction.

Nov 25

So, with the importance they are giving to Brad Torrence and Hotshots this season - the point the writers and showrunners wanted to make was that art and artists may not be as heroic as actual firefighting but they matter a lot to people - the show being one good thing for the man who lost his wife and job, the show being one positive talking point between Eddie and Chris the whole course of three months and kinda bringing them together, I guess?

Basically saying that fictional characters and fiction are sometimes the unsung heroes who give people hope when everything else seems to be lost... And so characters like Captain Race Banner, are important to people and deserve a better storyline than just passing away in a coma because he gives people hope they had otherwise lost.

So, after everything the writers/showrunners tried to convey this season, do they realize that Tommy Kinard was basically that character for so many people in real life, that he gave so many people hope and brought families together and all those things... And they basically countered their own narrative moral for this season when they gave Tommy Kinard the premature break up and let him walk out Buck's loft with no sign of reconciliation in the foreseeable future?

#tommy kinard #brad torrence #911 discourse #911 abc #911 season 8a

Did I miss the episode in which Tim Minear personally killed Tommy Kinnard, buried him, then shat on his grave?

[lboogie1906]

Donald Ulysses Walden (July 12, 1938 - April 6, 2009) was born to Gracie Buck and Louis Walden. The family lived in Clarksville, Tennessee (1938-46). His mother took him to see bands that toured the South. After seeing the Silas Green Band from New Orleans, a popular band of the era, he decided that he wanted to become a “stand-up saxophone player.”

In 1946, they migrated to Detroit. He started playing the saxophone around age 15, studying at the Larry Teal School of Music and Detroit Community Music School. While attending Chadsey High School, he met pianist Barry Harris and saxophonist Yusef Lateef. Walden’s peers included drummer Roy Brooks, alto saxophonist Charles McPherson, and trumpeter Lonnie Hillyer.

He followed many Detroit musicians to New York, during a time known as the “Loft Movement.” He played in Aretha Franklin’s band and is credited on her album, Aretha in Paris. Walden toured with Stevie Wonder, The Temptations, and The Four Tops.

He created the original Detroit Jazz Orchestra, which included a 16-piece string section and which received much national critical acclaim. He received the Michigan Governor’s Art Award, and he became only the sixth Detroit musician to receive the Jazz Master Award from Arts Midwest. Other accolades of note include the Legends of Jazz International Hall of Fame Award and the Alain Locke Award.

His most influential recording was “Yardbird Suite,” which he released in 1990. “Yardbird Suite” brought together a big band including 18 strings, a 30-voice choir, and featured conductor Coleridge-Taylor Perkinson and soloist Dizzy Gillespie. He produced three independent albums: A Portrait of You (1992), A Monk & A Mingus Among Us (1998), and Focus: The Music of Tadd Dameron (2003). As a jazz educator, he taught at the Center for Creative Studies, Michigan State University, Oberlin Conservatory of Music, and the University of Michigan.

He is survived by two daughters. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[ebdaydreamer]

Writer asks! 36, 39, 40 🥰

36) How do you write kissing scenes?

Wow, I've just realised I haven't written anything more than a peck on the lips in years 😂 I just throw shit at the wall and see what works

39) Share a snippet from a WIP

“It’s been too long since Buck came over,” he sighs in the overly dramatic way only preteens can sigh.

Eddie raises a brow at his son who’s becoming even more of a little shit than he is. “So hanging out with your poor Dad is lame, but Buck’s still cool? I see how it is.”

Chris rolls his eyes, and Eddie has half a mind to call him out on it, but he knows he’d be a massive hypocrite. “Well yeah, because I see you almost every day.” He deflates a little and asks in a much more subdued tone: “Why hasn’t he come over? Did you guys have a fight? Does he have a new girlfriend?”

If it weren’t 7:32 pm on a school night, Eddie would bundle them in the car and drive to Buck’s loft right this second.

(Chris is quickly becoming one of my favourite characters to write)

40) If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

If someone made any kind of art of my work I would be too busy combusting to care what scene or fic it was

Thanks for asking!!

[little-golden-age]

Double-Take | Bucky Barnes

DOUBLE TAKE📸 Photographer!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your photographer boyfriend Bucky watches you doing your yoga routine one morning and gets ✨inspired✨

Word Count: ~1,800

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors DNI), Insatiable Bucky, Oral (f receiving) PinV, Praise Kink, Bucky being hot? idk.  A/N: my first (and probably only) fic. I love reading domestic-ish Bucky fluff + smut. This concept popped into my head and I couldn’t find one to read, so I wrote one.

It was a crisp spring morning in Brooklyn. You had just finished making some tea to start the day when you noticed the warm light streaming in through the window. It was perfect out! You took a sip of your drink and sighed in contentment, making your way to your yoga mat spread out in the living room. You always enjoyed getting a morning stretch in. Maintaining a regular yoga practice helped to ease your mind and ground yourself to start the day. Your boyfriend, Bucky, rarely joined you in your movements but he loved your daily practice too, for slightly different reasons.

As you walked past the couch you greeted him with a soft peck. He watched intently as you lowered yourself onto the mat and began moving through cat and cow pose, golden light tracing over your curves. You were wearing that tight little short set that he loved and your hair was pulled back into a delicate braid, small wisps dusting beautifully over your temples. You looked angelic–especially from this angle.

“See something you like, Barnes?” Pausing your routine to look up at him. Your tone was flirty, soft eyes never leaving his as you maneuvered yourself into a particularly appealing pose. Hearing nothing in return but still feeling his eyes on you, you called out to him again. “Why don’t you take a picture Buck, it’ll last longer” you chimed sarcastically, but Bucky didn’t hesitate. Letting out a small chuckle, he quietly darted over to his camera collection, grabbing a small polaroid model off of the shelf. "Ask and you shall receive, darlin’.”

Bucky found photography as his creative outlet shortly before you met him. He loved describing his photographs to you, what attracted him to each subject. How one photo could capture a single moment in time but still tell a thousand stories all at once. Eventually, other galleries and media outlets caught onto his work too and it became his career. You were so proud of him, you loved his work. Sometimes you even joked that he loved his cameras more than he loved you but you both knew deep down that you were Bucky’s one true muse. A few of his portraits of you even made it into some galleries, but he kept a special collection of photos just for himself to look back on with fondness.

Bucky came bounding back into the room, camera in hand and you couldn’t help but giggle. His excitement was palpable and adorable, you figured you’d humor him for a while. Tracking him through side glances, you watched as he moved around your body slowly appreciating the shapes and curves you created with each pose. The faintest sheen of sweat causing your skin to sparkle in the morning sunlight. 

There was always a satisfying sense of calm with Bucky. You felt comfortable with him from the day you met. After your first date walking through the exhibits at the Whitney, you two became inseparable. He showed you his favorite parts of the city, you kept him updated on arts and culture. Bucky’s friends became your friends, your friends adored him and after just a few months you decided to move in together, finding the perfect light-filled loft.

Throughout getting to know each other, and especially when christening your new place, you couldn’t help but notice that Bucky was particularly insatiable when it came to you. Ever the gentleman, your pleasure was important to him and he always treated your body like a work of art; which is why you were quick to notice the not-so-subtle bulge growing in his pants as you moved through a series of hip openers on your mat. You smiled to yourself, teasing him a little as you continued to work through your routine as if nothing was happening. You didn’t miss how his breath caught slightly when you twisted into a particularly suggestive position–Compass Pose, his favorite. It was over for him whenever you did it.

Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, Bucky set his camera down and stepped closer to you. Kneeling behind you, he ran one hand along your thigh and grazed your exposed ankle with his lips, landing a soft kiss just above your achilles. “Buck.” You warned slyly, “You have that call with the gallery in 15 minutes, don’t start something you can’t finish, Barnes.”

You lowered your leg away from him with a wink but he simply wasn’t listening. Moving you onto your back, Bucky basically had you pinned now--exactly where you wanted him if you were being honest. Tongue jutting out to wet his lips as slate blue eyes zeroed in on your supple mouth, he leaned down until your noses nearly touched.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You know--I bet I could devour your sweet little pussy right here on this mat and still be ready for that call in time.”

Your heart rate spiked as he looked right at you, pupils blown wide. You felt yourself clench around nothing as a tender silence fell over the room. A cocky grin that rivaled the cheshire cat spread across Bucky’s face as he advanced on you, fingers caressing your partially exposed thigh. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, hm? Let me make you feel good?”

You nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact as he pulled your soft shorts down your legs, planting kisses in his wake. Bucky’s eyebrow raised slightly as he noted your lack of underwear. Moving swiftly, his soft tongue finds your already dripping core, placing perfectly timed strokes up your folds and over your sensitive bud as you panted in ecstasy. 

“Already so wet for me, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Deep, powerful moans left Bucky’s mouth as you pulled at his hair rode his face, taking everything you had to give him.

 “P-please Buck. More. Want t-to feel you.” you chanted breathlessly.

Bucky sat up, “Yeah baby?” He grinned slyly. “You feeling needy this morning, huh? Want my cock in you?” All you could do was nod as he moved you both up from your mat over to the couch, stopping briefly to pick something up off of the floor. Standing over you, Bucky moved his hand down your cheek, thumb finding its way past your full lips. With complete adoration in his eyes, he lifted the polaroid camera once more. Aiming the lens right at your blissed out face. 

“Look here baby, right at me. That’s it. Look at you. My pretty girl, All mine.”

Sparks erupted from your core as he snapped away praising you as he worked. After a few more flashes, you were growing impatient. “Buck, please.” you whimper, reaching up for him “I n-need you now.”

He set the camera back down, smiling before placing a soft kiss on your palm and moving your hand to feel his aching length. “I got you baby, c’mere. Got me so fucking hard for you.” You watched with bated breath as he moved to toss his shirt aside and started on his pants. You swore you could watch him undress that beautiful body of his again and again, forever and ever, on repeat. 

Your heart thumped hard in your chest and you felt yourself getting wetter as his thick cock came into view. Jerking himself slowly, he hovered down over you and ran his tip along your folds, teasing you a bit. “This what you needed, baby? Doing all of those slutty little poses, teasing me from across the room.” He spreads your thighs farther apart, getting another good look at your glistening folds. “So pretty,” he groans when he notices you smiling up at him, ready and willing to take his length.

He sinks into you slowly, filthy lips grazing over your ear as he uses all of his strength not to plow you with force. “GOD–y/n, you feel so fucking good. Made to take my cock.” He shudders, grabbing ahold of your hand tightly and giving you a moment to adjust to his size, making sure you take every inch of him. 

He moves in and out of you with precision. Savoring every movement, feeling you inch closer to your edge when suddenly, it happens–he hits that perfect spot inside of your tight wet heat and feels you clench down immediately before gasping a strangled “ohgodyes, Buck–”

Bucky’s eyes meet yours and you can’t help but notice a fire alight inside of his pupils “Yeah, you like that?” He grins proudly.

“You gonna cum for me, angel? Squeezing me so hard” he chokes out. Sweat glistening off of your bodies, vulgar sounds and high-pitched moans creating a perfect melody along the walls of your apartment. The smell of sex wafting in the morning air. “Let go baby, show me how pretty you look when you cum all over my cock.”

Your peak hits you almost immediately, crashing through every muscle in your body as you fall deeper into ecstasy. You nearly squeal as Bucky suddenly flips you back into reality, moving you on top of him, fucking up into you from below. Oh, he’s extra insatiable today. You steady yourself as he slides a hand down your back and palms your ass, tapping once lightly then again, a little harder as you cry out, trying to meet him thrust for thrust. 

“One more baby, come on. You can take it, you can take what I give you, yeah?” Bucky’s desperate now. You look down at him, wide-eyed but he’s too busy pawing your tits and pulling at your sensitive nipples. He’s not stopping until you’re both satisfied.

“Give me another. That’s a good girl. C’mon let me feel you sweetheart.”

His cool metal thumb finds your clit at the perfect moment as yet another orgasm rips through you. “B-Bu-Buck! Ohmygod!” Your hips move wildly as your pussy gushes and you lean down to nip at his shoulder, leaving little marks as Bucky begins to chase his own high. 

“I know baby, I know. FUCK–You feel like heaven. Never want to leave this pussy. Hold onto me.” Your bodies sync up and you both come crashing down together. As your breathing slows, Bucky pulls you close and starts peppering kisses down your neck and chest. “Always such a good girl for me. Angel.” he lowers you onto the couch, holding your back into his chest as your lids fall heavy and you drift off into a pleasant haze of satisfaction. 

You finally come to a minute later, feeling a pair of lips gently pressing against your temple. A lazy smile plastered to your face as you watch Bucky make his way over to the kitchen island, plucking his t-shirt off of the back of the couch and putting it on as he opens up his laptop and joins his work call.

“Sorry I’m a couple of minutes late guys, appreciate you waiting for me. I’m feeling really inspired this morning, so let’s get started!”

[fraddit]

This is a new post in my series of three four about Eddie’s house on 9-1-1.

part one, part two, part three | Buck’s loft

Since 5b blessed us with lots of looks at Eddie’s room (finally!!), I wanted to do an update to my model of Eddie's house.  Rather than alter my original post, I’m just making a new one to tack on.  So, let’s get started.

Here’s the floor plan view.  They changed the door into the room from both the S2 House and from what we saw a glimpse of in S3.  So the door now swings inward.  They also removed a window and moved the closet from right by the door into the room to over on the other side of Chris’s closet, which makes the room bigger (And also leaves a weird empty space hiding in the walls, but it's fine. I'm fine.).

And Eddie has used his new bigger room to fit his new treadmill.

More views and details under the cut!

The furniture is all pretty similar to what we saw in S2 but not exactly the same.  He’s got a contemporary, metal bed frame that’s either a queen or a full.  There’s a very low headboard.  The bedspread is blue and white plaid.  The two matching end tables are wood with similar metal frames to the bed.  There’s two matching lamps with sort of beige ceramic bases and kind of dark muted mauve lampshades.  On the table next to Eddie’s side of the bed, closest to the door, is an analogue alarm clock and a tray to hold what I’m guessing are his pocket items like keys and wallet.

Under the bed is a large woven rug in a muted green color. And above the bed is a ceiling fan.

Across from the bed, between the door into the room and the closet door is a mid century style wood dresser.  Sitting on top of this dresser is another ceramic lamp, this time in a blue color with white or beige shade.  Next to that is the only visible photo in the room.  It’s of Eddie and Chris hugging Shannon on Christmas in S2.  In front of that is Eddie’s Silver Star.  And next to that is a low profile decorative wooden box.

There’s a piece of art hanging on the wall above this dresser, but the only glimpse of it I could get was enough to know that there’s a white matte and the lower right corner is some shade of brownish.  So, I’ve taken the liberty of choosing a desert art print to match the other desert art in his room.  I’m pretty confident that it is actually some sort of nature art, because all of the art in Eddie’s house is nature art.  The living room is tree/forest stuff with one water fall.  The dining room and hallway are ocean and water.  Chris has his own stuff, but there’s also the Redwood poster and he has a lot of animals.  And Eddie’s room seems to be desert themed, which is why I stuck with desert for this mystery art.

Along the far wall is the treadmill.  It faces the closet door.  We never got to see this wall pre destruction, so I don’t know if the destroyed frame we see in the aftermath was on this wall or was the piece from over the dresser I just discussed.  So, this wall could be blank or not.  There’s no telling.

Behind the treadmill, in the corner, is another taller and narrower wood dresser. It’s got a nice bonsai tree sitting on it that looks to be a jade tree.

In shots of Eddie’s destroyed room when Buck breaks down the door, there’s a floor lamp next to this dresser that is not visible in any of the shots from 5x11, so I didn’t add it here.  My take is that that lamp was added specifically in that scene for lighting and effect.  There’s also a wicker basket that I assume is for laundry next to Eddie when he’s crying with the bat, but I’m not sure where in the room it normally lives.

Next to the dresser is the only window in the room, which is centered on the wall.  There are some light brown/beige blackout curtains and also mini blinds for window treatment. There's vegetation visible outside the window.

On the other side of the window is a small piece of art.  It’s a pretty desert scene in blues and pinks with saguaro cacti at either sunrise or sunset.

And there you have it.  Eddie’s room!

If you got this far, thanks for reading all of this.  I hope this is helpful or at least interesting. 💕

[stagefoureddiediaz]

really its because of you that ive become sort of. not obssesed but like whenever i watch the show i just. keep looking at the costumes! trying to look for the patterns in your theories and its become one of my favorite parts of this hahahah anyway, the point is i was reading some of your check theory posts earlier today and now i started rewatching animal instincts (mind you i havent read your costume meta for that ep, i shoumd have done my homework!) and it was just really interesting to see it play out perfectly! specially in the scenes with buck + connor and cameron. like, in the dinner scene buck (buck's in black, i already read that disscusion) but also connor was in check! and cameron's shirt had like a big floral pattern and all i could think about was how that was sort of a reflection on what they would bring to buck after that scene! (which also like, reinforces the idea that the sperm donor thing is a Bad Idea), then connor wearing check to buck's loft later, aaaand my favorite, which i actually spotted during my first watch, was the stripes haha (i also think like half my dash was people going insane over that last monday), and the fact that buck wasnt the only one wearing the stripes, but i dont remember exactly what was the difference between vertical and horizontal stripes rn hahaha because ofc buck saying yes to the donation is supposed to be this big life change for connor and his wife, but i dont know what it all means! im just here chilling and spotting the patterns. idk, your costume theory is stuck on loop in my head and i cannot stop thinking about it!

(and im not even gonna get into the slutty black tanktop of it all and chris's new patterned pjs! thats a job for the professionals)

how did i do? did i get the assignment right? hahahaha anyway thank you for helping me and all of us actually to appreciate the art and thought that goes into costume design, its really interesting to me and i wouldnt have started to learn more about it if it werent for you 💛 have a great weekend and see you next monday!!

jj / babygirldiazz

JJ/ babygirldiazz

I'm so sorry its taken me an age to reply to this! real life got a bit crazy for the last 10 days or so - fighting literal and metaphorical floods and fires at work so I just haven't had the brain power to go through my inbox properly until now!

I adore that you are having fun playing spot the patterns and see if they fit the theory. I hope you're now read the Animal instincts costume meta and that you enjoyed it. you're pretty spot on with your analysis of everything and the thing with stripes is that my theory is about the horizontal ones we see on lots of characters - which Conor was the one wearing in that scene.

The vertical stripes is a specific Buck thing, and they tend to accompany him being emotionally compromised (and invariably ending up making a less than stellar choice). This is really interesting and I've only just fully put two and two together on this (so JJ you get all the praise and gratitude for allowing me to spiral and go on a little Buck costume trawl) but the shooting is the first time we see Buck in vertical stripes.

And thats big - really big - because that is the moment Buck becomes emotionally compromised in a way that he hasn't been able to come back from. Everything that has been and is going on with buck stems back to the shooting. The shooting lead to a host of other choices that were less than ideal - things that he wouldn't have done, choices he wouldn't have made, if the shooting haddn't happened - letting Taylor into his life, saying ILY to her, moving her into his apartment, etc etc etc. all stem from the shooting and all are times when Buck is wearing stripes.

The ones from Let the games begin fit into this pattern - the zip front denim shirt and then the cream shirt both tie into Bucks reluctance to get a new couch - and the questioning of who he is and what he wants - the fact that he's essentially in stasis - and hasn't fully moved on with his life - leading to him trying out self help books etc as a way of figuring out what he wants from life - this is a trauma response in so many ways and those shirts are our sign - a theme the costume designers are using to tell us, the audience, that Buck isn't doing great - that he is mentally unwell and it's why these vertical striped shirts are becoming more frequent in their appearance - because he's not getting better - he's getting worse - spiralling more.

Thats why I've only just been able to really get my head around their use on Buck in the last couple of episodes - it can sometimes take a little while to figure out what a designer is trying to say with patterns and styles, and this is no exception. I fully expect us to be seeing more Buck in vertical stripes going forward until he either fully breaks down, or until he is able to start healing properly - and I'm pretty confident we won't see him stop wearing them until the shooting has been talked about by Buck and Eddie. Its sitting there hanging over them and this show is all the levels of insane and clever for the way they are using all the tools at their disposal to provide clues and information for those of us who want to spend the time looking.

Just going to sit here and feel even more feral about the shooting of it all than I already was!

I hope you have an amazing week JJ and feel free to pop into my inbox whenever you like - you've made my day!

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