Listen I am a Buddie shipper, believer, truther - what have you.
BUT!
But I can also admit that Buck dating another guy on screen, canon Buck bisexuality outside of Eddie, Evan 'Boykisser Buck' Buckley is something I have been WAITING for. We need more bisexual male rep on TV.
And already I'm getting ideas for fics because of BuckTommy.
Buddie will happen. But let's enjoy BuckTommy for now.
Really wish I took the time to learn how to actually draw, really wanna draw Harry du bois being the best dad (trying to not be a piece of shit) to maya from ongezellig who's trying to be the best daughter (trying not to be an absolute failure)
“Derek.” I muttered, reading the fancy scrawl on the side of the Camaro. It was a solid black body with red elongated sideways X with the name at the tail end. To be honest, this was the first time I’ve seen something like this, a name tarnishing a good car.
“Can I help you?” A man with the wickedest set of eyes and eyebrows asked. He wore fitted jeans a white Hanley and a black leather jacket over it. His face could make anyone cream themselves. Especially with that cutting jaw of stubble and my God, those eyes!
“Is this your car? She’s a beauty.” ‘and so are you.’ I added silently in my mind, I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment. His irritation showed in his furrowed eyebrows and the obvious glare he was giving me.
“Yes.” He said; short and clipped.
“So then your name must be Derek?” The man looked confused for a second before dawning took over and his eyes moved to the cursive on his car.
He remained quiet, no doubt debating whether or not to indulge a complete stranger. I could tell by his brooding shoulders, he wasn’t a talker. Eh, he had to have some flaw, and I’d take a non-talker over a ‘i-enjoy-killing-and-i-can’t-stop-doing-it-it’s-addictive-like-cocaine’ flaw. Though I’m sure many have associated him with such a thought because of his grumpy face. God help us all if that’s his default face. I’d hate to see what his happy face complete with a smile will do to people.
He quietly snorted to the car, seeming to come to a decision. He lifted his shoulder slightly in a half shrug, glare and frown still in place. “That’s his name.”
What?
“What?”
“That’s not my name. It’s his.” He motioned to the Camaro with his hand, which I just noticed carried a small plastic bag from the store we were in the parking lot for.
“The Camaro’s?” I pointed a finger slowly at the car, making it so that he could correct me if I was wrong. “The Camaro’s name is Derek?” I paused. “It’s a he?”
His frown went full blown scowl. “
Yes.
” He hissed. “My Camaro’s name is Derek. And what’s wrong with him being a he?”
If I didn’t know any better (and I didn’t) I would say he was a few sentences from punching my face in for implying that his Camaro couldn’t be a he. I nodded my head, no. He was getting it all wrong. I wasn’t criticizing his choice of making his car a guy; I just figured that he would have put it down as a she. Most guys do. Hell, I did with my jeep. I told him as much, and his scowl lessened a bit but his glare was still full on.
“Then next time don’t assume.”
“I’m sorry okay? I didn’t know.” I defended, glaring back. It was nowhere near as impressive as his, but still. A glare’s and glare. “Besides, who has their car’s name painted onto the car? What’s your name anyways?”
And hello there scowl and glare of doom. Nice to see you again. Lovely night isn’t it?
