reblog and put in the tags what fic of yours you are most scared ryan and oliver could have potentially read
what do you think is the sweetest and most well written part of Buck and Tommy's relationship? When they kissed in the first episode they had any kind of meaningful interaction or when Tommy ditched Buck on the curb after their first date and Buck somehow ended up feeling like the asshole about it. If that's a sweet and well written relationship Eddie and Marisol are When Harry Met Sally.
Oh no! They kissed after one episode! How could I forget the only way to write a good on screen romance is to spend at least half a season having them dance around their feelings with enough space for the holy ghost?
And yeah tommy left buck (a grown man in his 30s btw) outside the restaurant, because rather than just not mention they were on a date, buck made up a very weird and uncomfortable lie. bffr that's a "yeah sorry, I just got a text my grandma died," level red flag. I'd have clocked out at the ally comment, and tommy managed to turn that around into flirting!
But anyway thanks for the opportunity to list some sweet bucktommy details so far:
just buck's entire face when he talks to/about tommy, that man is smitten! ((x) if you need visual proof). he has the world's biggest crush on his boyfriend and i want him to be insufferable about it!
tommy's little "so that was okay?" after their kiss kills me every time, it's gentle but also confident and forward (which i think compliments buck's personality very well)
I mean tommy felt so bad about being the cause of problems between buck and eddie, he went to buck's house in person to apologise.
speaking of gentle. Evan. I need, need someone to pick tim minear's brain about the decision to have tommy consistently call him evan, the implications are driving me insane.
the way their relationship is tied up with, imo, one of the most interesting coming out arcs i've seen on tv in years. bi buck is very special to me and like it or not tommy is a part of that.
I love the detail of buck getting tommy's order wrong, they could've easily gone the "omg, you got my order right the first time, we're meant to be!" route, but imo there's something refreshing about showing love as this thing you have to work to build vs something that magically happens to you.
and the invisible string/full circle symbolism potential is insane. The fact chimney saved tommy's life, the parallel of tommy needing to leave the 118 to find himself which in turn left a spot in the exact place buck needed to do the same. The way buck is the reason that chimney meets maddie and then years later chim (potentially) returns the favour. They've stumbled into a writing goldmine here and i think they'd be fools to waste it.
look i'll readily admit i've no clue where they might be taking bucktommy, tbh i don't think tim minear knows, but they've sure as hell crammed a lot of potential into those 2 + a bit episodes. That's what people are responding to.
Never really done this but people seem to be excited about my Henry/Alfred fics so umm… here’s a poll for you on what my first fic’s rating should be (quite literally the last thing I have to write for it):
Fic recs: a compendium of stories so far
Hello! I’ve been thinking of creating a weekly newsletter-inspired post that gathers all new fics from our (tiny) Bodies (TV 2023) fandom from the week. I’ll focus on the fics with the Alfred/Henry ship for now. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up.
I’m doing this because I want to support the fics by broadcasting them here. I hope this will be a nice way for new people to discover the fandom and further explore the tag on ao3.
If you are an author of one of these fics and wish to be tagged, send me a dm!
Take a look at this week’s fics under the cut!
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Alfred finds himself torn between two lives and two loyalties, between who he is and who he has tried to be. Only he can find his way out.
A serial killer goes after handsome blonde men. Alfred takes an issue with this. In the meanwhile, Henry has an issue with the flowers that keep on appearing at his door.
当天晚上,希林黑德就听到敲门声。那敲门声穿过无数日夜,穿过他昨夜欢愉的梦境,泅渡他以为无望的爱河,来到他的门前。他摸到门闩,不禁浑身痉挛,仿佛在迎接他的梦中人前就被骤至的来访劈断。来的路上阴雨连绵,亨利被浇得浑身透湿,衣衫不整,一双眼睛却纯粹得如同小狗,只敢在年长的警探打开门后,战战兢兢地去舔他的脸。 这一对挺好磕的。
“Please.” Alfred sounds absolutely wrecked as he says it and Henry exhales, absolutely taken by it, unable to deny him anything like this, feels himself yielding to the request immediately, without second thought. A few moments/missing scenes between Alfred and Henry
Episode 3, Alfred gets drugged and shows up on Henry's door Henry's POV
At some point Henry would have to let Alfred return to his home and his wife, but for now he could at least pretend.
There's been a murder of a young boy and it's fallen to detective Hillinghead to find out what happens. Everyone has secrets but they don't cost everyone their lives.
A flashbulb goes off in a crowded Whitechapel street. A connection is made. A bond is (re)grown, and things seem strangely familiar. Post-episode 8: Hillinghead and Ashe connect in a new world.
”I get the impression that it will be hard for me to deny you anything.” “How observant, detective. What led you to that conclusion?” He chuckles, smiling at Henry, who looks at him with a glimmer in his eye. Like a kid looking at candy floss. “A hunch.” (Or: episode 4 coda; what happens after they find the print)
a moment by the window
(hillinghead & henry)
Listen, I love Max. I do want him to win another WDC. But, after last year, I love seeing everyone be more competitive.
I also need to see the analytics of those Mercedes because George has been the one carrying the team so far this season
LANDO TAKE CARE OF YOUR TYRES DON’T GIVE GEORGE AN OPENING
That 1cm to the barrier gave me a tiny heart attack, I need that left rear to hold out at least 10 more laps
Thinking about Maddie Buckley going to the door at the beginning of 6x11, seeing that firefighter, and asking “Which one?”
…and then thinking about Christopher Diaz, in his early twenties and living in his own apartment now, opening the door to a solemn-faced firefighter, and asking “…Which one?”
'sorry i'm late. that fire was a beast.'
'so are you.'
ao3 is down. what am i supposed to do?? continue writing my own fic??? HA you almost got me!! absolutely not. u can't fool me ao3. i'm not falling for that trick.
Whiteman’s lounging with a whisky, looking comfortably casual in a pair of chinos and a t-shirt—blazer combination. He might be taken for any young, up-and-coming London professional out for a drink to celebrate the long weekend. Hillinghead, by contrast, looks like he should be at a wedding- the man’s in a three piece suit and the most complexly knotted tie she’s ever seen. Still, Shahara’s hardly going to judge him for feeling more comfortable completely covered up and the man is (she still can’t really wrap her head around this) a Victorian. He’s got a pint of beer in front of him, though it doesn’t look like he’s touched it.
She takes the first of the two empty seats at their table, her coke sloshing over the side of the glass as she sits, and remarks: “You two found your way around alright then?”
Whiteman sniffs sharply and half shrugs. “Fine. Nice to see the place not bombed to bits and rationing over.”
“It’s so- loud,” Hillinghead murmurs. “And crowded, and it smells-”
“It’s always smelled,” Whiteman interjects. “What, was it all roses in your time? I don’t believe that.”
“No,” Hillinghead stresses. “But it is- more.” he rubs the bridge of his nose. “Have you heard from-” He freezes, staring at something just over Whiteman’s shoulder. Shahara can read a shift in to flight-or-fight posture easily and from the way he’s suddenly more alert, Whiteman’s clocked that something’s got Hilinghead spooked as well.
“Problem?” he asks quietly, in his clipped, cockney accent; a half-strangled vowel slips from Hillinghead’s throat and Shahara turns to see what he’s looking at. There’s two men enjoying what’s clearly a date, holding hands and locking lips. Shahara sighs internally, bracing herself for a slew of Victorian attitudes- “Yeah,” she says, a little sarcastically- Hillinghead’s knuckles have gone white, he’s clenching his fist so hard. The gold of his wedding band stands stark against it. “That’s allowed, nowadays- we don’t care.”
“Hm?” Whiteman glances around- there’s a moment where Shahara thinks she’s gonna have to deal with 1940s attitudes as well, but Whiteman turns back, uninterested. “Fair enough.” he starts patting himself down, like he’s looking for something in his pockets.
“They can-” Hillinghead murmurs. “I could…” He swipes for the beer and downs a quarter of the pint in one. Now Whiteman looks interested, he pauses his search, leans right forward and says, smirking, “Detective Inspector Hillinghead. Do you have a fancy man?”
Hillinghead sputters and brings down the glass. “Are you twelve?” he demands, something of the outraged parent seeping into his tone as– he’s blushing, Shahara realises. He’s actually blushing.
“Are you-?” She asks, leaning forward, and she knows it’s rude and none of her business, but still. “Are you gay?” The wedding ring. “Bi?”she suggests, as a follow up, and then: “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“I- what? I-” he looks back at the couple, then grabs his beer again. “I have- I have a- I have Henry,” he downs more of the beer. “It-it would be nice, to- to not…” he trails off, his eyes drifting away from both of them.
“See, I’ve always been a bachelor- a bachelor bachelor, not a confirmed bachelor, myself, but I - fuck, I left my cigars and my lighter in the other jacket-”
“Language,” Hilinghead reprimands at the same time as Shahara says: “You can’t smoke in here anyway.”
Whiteman drops his elbow to the table and points at her. “You what?”
“No smoking in public places, it’s banned.”
Whiteman flops back in his seat and grabs for his whisky. “The future is bollocks.” he drains the glass and slams it down. “Good whisky though. So. While we wait for Maplewood to join us….Hillinghead can kiss blokes, and I can’t smoke in a pub. What else should we know about this 2023, then…?”
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