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Ummm, hey Jessica 😅!! I know you sent this back in… January 😬… and I was originally planning to reply to this with a snippet from my flower/tattoo shop AU, but I started a new fic for crash that helicopter week! And I’m making a lot more progress on that, so here’s a little over seven sentences for you 🥰!
“Alright,” he says, “this cake will get done a lot faster if you don’t come running into the kitchen again. Okay, Jee?”
“Okay, Uncle Buck,” Jee replies. She extends her arms and Buck lifts her, again, to place her back on the floor.
“But if you don’t hurry up, I’ll turn you into a frog!” she shouts before running off in a fit of giggles.
Buck watches as she makes her way back to her tea party set up in the living room and snorts once she’s far enough away to not hear.
“A frog,” he mutters as he gets back to his mixing bowl. “Will true love’s kiss save me from that fate?” he queries to no one in particular.
But a face with pale, blue eyes and crow’s feet surrounding them flashes in his mind and it takes a while for Buck to shake the image away. Or more that, he can’t help but let himself linger on it.
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hi anyan!! i hope u like this 🥺 u guys are having a little princess makeover playdate!!!!!! he made you yummy cake :D
ironically once again i actually dont know all that much about jeremy but ive began to feel drawn to him ever since this blog started getting asks about him ... you guys r turning me into a jeremy fan
So you say woman are allowed to have pubic hair. Well yes they are, but us guys are allowed to not get a mouth full of said pubic hair. Do you understand that? That is all I have to say on that subject.
i check everyday for chapter 5 of little miss loser please i am begging you angel post it im on my knees
Im working on the next update I promise!! Just been having a bit of a rough day rn so I might not post it until tomorrow!!! I honestly was not expecting Little Miss Loser to get so much love, but i am very glad so many people are enjoying it
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what about a classic flower shop / tattoo shop AU? 🥰
I forgot that flower shop/tattoo shop AUs are also pretty popular. I guess they’re just overshadowed by coffee shop AUs 🤷🏻♀️. Anyway, I love this idea! I am not much of a writer, so bear with me as I fumble my way through this lol.
(All of this takes place in a small town, because of course it does).
Buck is the one with the tattoo shop because ya know. (In this universe, Buck has all of Oliver’s tattoos and he wears slutty little tank tops, more often, so he can show off his ink as much as possible. Because I say so 😊. But don’t worry, his wardrobe is still 90% hoodies and jackets 😉). Buck and Maddie work together at the shop; they bought/opened it together. Tommy is the one with the flower shop. He’s just moved to this small town, because he’s been wanting to get rid of the aimlessness that’s been following him around for so long. The opportunity to open up a shop, of his own choosing, presented itself and he picked flowers because it’s easier than baking (and because he will always be a romantic at heart).
Buck’s aware that there has been construction going on across the street from him—for the past few months—which obviously means that a new business is coming to town, and with it a new person, but he never bothered to look further into it. (Maybe he’s too focused on creating the art his clients have requested of him, maybe he’s a tiny bit annoyed at this intrusion into the place he’s called home for so long). It isn’t until Chimney decides to take a peek inside the flower shop, before opening day, that he sees his old pal Tommy from LA! “Hey! What are you doing in this neck of the woods?” “I think it was finally time for a change of scenery.” “I know this may be stupid to say since we haven’t seen each other in years, but... you seem different. In a good way!” “I’m trying to be different. In a good way.” They talk for a few hours before Tommy has to close up and get home. Chimney gives Tommy his new number and makes him promise to call. He’s ready to be a thorn in Tommy’s side (affectionate) for as long as he’s living close by. Anyway, Chim walks the short distance to the tattoo shop, because that’s where he was headed before he got sidetracked. He’s very happy to report that the owner of the new flower shop is an old friend of his and that Maddie and Buck have to meet him. Maddie’s happy that Chim’s happy. Buck’s a little apprehensive, at first, but ultimately thinks that if this guy was once friends with Chimney, it won’t be so bad having him in town. Buck decides he’s going to show up to this guy’s shop tomorrow, with some coffee—maybe a bagel—to show that he’s friendly and neighborly.
And he does. Bright and early. Two takeout containers of coffee in a cardboard holder and two bagels in a paper bag. He walks across the street, pushes the door to the new store open... and almost trips over his own feet. Almost drops everything he’s holding. Because there’s this big man—standing on a small ladder behind the counter, fiddling with a bunch of pride flags, trying to get them to stay on the wall—and Buck doesn’t know why his throat suddenly feels so dry. Tommy hasn’t turned around and noticed Buck yet, and Buck hasn’t figured out where his voice went, but he knows where his eyes are going (straight to Tommy’s ass) and where all the blood in his body is going (straight to his face). Ultimately, it’s the squeak of Buck’s shoes against the linoleum floor that alerts Tommy to someone, other than him, in his shop. Tommy’s so surprised by the noise interrupting the quiet that he whips around so fast and almost falls off the ladder. Buck finally remembers that he’s a person that can do things and rushes forward to help (yes, the coffees and bagels are still in Buck’s hands, no, Buck doesn’t realize that because he’s too worried the incredibly jacked man will fall on his face), but Tommy rights himself just as quickly as he turned around. (Total face plant avoided; yay!)
Since they’re both embarrassed and still a little caught of guard, introductions go a little like: “I’m so sorry.” “It’s fine. Not your fault that I tripped.” “Y-yeah, but, I’m the one who surprised you, causing you to trip. I’m sorry.” “Kid. I said it’s fine. No harm, no foul.” That “kid” short circuits Buck’s brain, because what he says next is: “Buckley.” Tommy is not following. “Fuck.” Tommy looks a little affronted. “No! I-I mean Buck—Evan. ... Evan? ... MY. NAME. IS. EVAN. BUCKLEY. ... And I own the tattoo shop across the street.” Tommy stares at him for a beat—watches Buck turn redder by the second—and bursts out laughing. “Nice to meet you Evan Buckley. My name is Tommy Kinard.” Hearing Tommy laugh somehow puts Buck at ease and makes him even more nervous. And his brain still isn’t back online, because instead of getting the hell out of there, he says: “Sooo... the flags? Are you, are you—” “Gay? Yes.” “Oh! Great! That’s cool! ...... I’m an ally!” “Oh... that’s... good.” “No. I totally am! My ex-girlfriend was—is, still is—bisexual and now she runs the record shop, a few blocks down, with her girlfriend. ... Not that those two things are connected.” “Are you just here to brag about how much of an ally you are orrr?” “Yes! Wait! No. No. I’m not here to brag about anything.” Buck takes a deep breath, shoves the coffees and bagels into Tommy’s hands and lets out in one rush: “Theseareforyou.You’rewelcome.Ilookforwardtobeingneighbors.Bye.” He does not wait to hear Tommy’s response, because he needs to go pound his head against a wall to forget everything that just happened. Once he’s back in his shop, Maddie asks him how meeting Tommy went and that’s when Buck realizes that he gave Tommy both coffees and both bagels. “He liked the stuff from [insert cute and unique café name here] so much that I gave him my order too.”
Later down the line, once the embarrassment and awkwardness has faded, they get to becoming friends. In the early stages, when Buck desperately wanted to impress Tommy, he learned all about the language of flowers and told him a new meaning every day. “Did you know Hyacinths mean sincerity?” “No.” “Did you know that adonis’ are for sorrowful remembrances?” “No, I did not.” “Did you know dahlias represent insatiability?” “Nope.” Tommy tells Buck, as soon as the infodumping starts, that he’s not exactly knowledgeable on the meanings of flowers, despite being a flower shop owner, but he’s glad to hear about everything Buck learned. Because it could help with his flower arrangement skills. (In actuality, Tommy just wants to listen to Buck talk, because he’s incredibly charmed by him. To an alarming extent. He could listen to him talk all day and never grow tired of it). And Buck is all too happy to talk and talk and talk because Tommy listens.
+ bonus: Throughout their entire friendship, and when they eventually start dating, Buck has been trying to convince Tommy to get a tattoo. But Tommy will not budge on the matter. But Buck will always bring up the topic whenever it crosses his mind. “Come on. Just a little one. In a place where no one will be able to see it. Except me.” “I thought you said the only tattoos my body needed were all the teeth marks you leave behind.” Buck blushes and stutters and tries not to conjure up the image of Tommy writhing under him every time his teeth sunk into his skin a little too hard. “Well, yeah. But, but, don’t you want something more permanent?” “The hickeys tend to last for pretty long too.” “Tommy.” Eventually, Tommy ends up caving and getting a singular tattoo. It’s a tramp stamp. I’m imagining something incredibly horny (like “Daddy” or “Baby Boy” written in elegant cursive) or incredibly romantic (like two little forget-me-nots, right next to each other, because they symbolize true love, and of course Buck knows that and fucks Tommy’s so good about it as soon as the tattoo is healed).
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Hi Beans ☺️!! Thank you for the crabs 🥰! I went exactly one sentence over the limit, so here are sixteen sentences instead of fifteen 😙! This is the beginning of the fic (a little while before this scene)... hopefully... if I don’t decide to change anything 😅
The thing is, if you start baking as a distraction from calling your ex-boyfriend… any time you bake, you’re gonna be reminded of him at least a little bit.
And Buck feels that acutely while zesting the lemons for his cake recipe, because lemon was one of Tommy’s favorite flavors. Buck feels it acutely when he accidentally gets some flour on his nose and the swipe of his thumb to clean it off reminds him of when Tommy had done the exact same thing, except to try and get some of the soot off Buck’s face. He feels it acutely when a sliver of sunlight on the wall reflects the colors of the rainbow and Buck remembers that June is fast approaching and Tommy would be decorating his home for Pride Month soon.
Buck can’t seem to stop with all the reminders. He decides to blame it on the heat—instead of the lingering heartache—because L.A. gets hotter and dryer every year. Buck’s surprised, with how much the temperature’s been rising lately, that they haven’t been on a call involving spontaneous combustion, yet.
He feels a few drops of sweat trickle down his neck. The discomfort of wearing an apron and a hoodie in this heat finally sets in, so he forgoes them both, because—for once—Buck’s body temperature actually feels regulated.
Buck lays the clothes on the back of one of the chairs by the kitchen table, and he can’t help but take extra care with the blue hoodie. Not because when Tommy had pulled back from Buck’s lips, he’d looked down at it and said that the shade of blue made him look even more beautiful… but because it was what he wore to Maddie’s wedding.
Buck sighs. The denial sounds pathetic even in his own mind.
Yeah, his method of baking all of his feelings away isn’t working today.
But still, Buck turns around and goes back to the kitchen island, because measuring out baking soda and a few spices should be methodical enough to keep his brain occupied, on the task at hand, for a least a few minutes.
It seems to be going well enough, until he hears a high-pitched voice scream, “Uncle Buck! Uncle Buck!”
Hey Jessica! Thank you for the prompt ☺️🫶🏽!! I know the drawing doesn’t have to be 911 related, but the brainrot persists. So, I drew Denny, Mara and Jee-Yun in their Halloween costumes from “Masks” (aka the costumes they went trick-or-treating in, aka a very loose interpretation of the prompt)!
