Jay!! Honestly the film noir detective au sounds like my dream scenario and I would love anything from that 🫶🏻
(Also may your train journey be peaceful and as seamless as possible ) 🧡
Kelly!! yay! I loveeeee detective stories and I loveeeee the inter-war years so obvi I gotta play with my bucktommy ken dolls in that sandbox ☺️
I don't have all the details planned yet but it's set in 1931 and the premise is this: Tommy Kinard is a wwi-vet and former NYPD-detective, he was fired in 1928 when he wouldn't shut up abt corruption within the force, once fired he was hit by the crack in '29 and he hasn't been able to find steady work since then so he now lives in a tenement building in brooklyn; he frequents speakeasies where he drinks too much and goes to bed with dangerous men (most frequently mobster Sal Deluca); when mayoral candidate Doug Kendall is shot dead outside a theatre, Tommy's army buddy Howard Han is arrested, but Doug's wife, Maddie, is convinced it wasn't Howard and she hires Tommy to investigate; Tommy teams up with Maddie's semi-estranged brother, recently-promoted-to-detective Evan Buckley, to solve the murder and clear Howard's name
snippet of Tommy and Maddie meeting for the first time under the cut (no buck yet tho, sorry):
The woman stuck out like a sore thumb; far too fashionably and expensively dressed to be standing outside a tenement building on Manhattan's Lower East Side.
Tommy noticed her immediately and knew that she had to be waiting for something - or someone; every few seconds, she would turn her head and look first towards one end of the street, then towards the other - like a dog anxiously keeping guard.
Tommy slowed his pace as he wound his way past the early-morning stragglers - law-abiding people on their way to work and people like himself, skulking home after a night of disreputable actions - so that he could get a better look at her before having to interact with her.
His first impression, which only strengthened as he advanced on her, was one of extraordinary beauty; not very tall, despite the high heeled shoes, and voluptuous in the way that would've made her very popular on the theatre stages before the war, with fashionably-short dark hair and skin a few shades darker than what was generally considered desirable. She wore black from head to toe.
There was something oddly familiar about her, some connection he couldn't place immediately. He was certain that he'd seen her before somewhere even if they hadn't spoken.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that none of it mattered - not who she was or what she was waiting for. It didn't have anything to do with him.
Still, he couldn't pretend he wasn't curious so as soon as he was in earshot, he asked: "waiting for someone?"
“Yes," she answered, turning her head towards him; there was a fading bruise below her right eye, "I was hoping to meet Thomas Kinard."
She had the refined accent of those raised amongst the upper crust, which, well, didn't surprise Tommy at all.
“You're in luck,” he said, swearing inwardly now that he knew it did have something to do with him. “I’m Thomas Kinard.”
She gave him a long, calculating look which left him feeling like a prize pig at market. He got the sudden urge to stand up straight and fix his hair, maybe even shave, all to avoid her displeasure.
Finally, she gave a little nod, flicked away the butt of her cigarette, and held out her hand.
“Maddie Kendall,” she said and allowed him to press her hand in greeting. “Your landlady said I could find you here. I need your help.”
It was his turn, then, to give her a long assessing look, the sort of look that left most people discomfited and fidgeting. He had used it during countless suspect interviews when he was still a police officer, and it had almost always worked to get people to talk.
Maddie Kendall, though, bore it without any signs of discomfort.
“What’s it in regard to?” Tommy asked finally.
She looked up, making eye contact with him again, and said:
“Murder, Mr. Kinard. I need you to solve a murder for me.”
Good thing I didn’t write that fic, 16 is the legal age of consent in my country so I didn’t even considered it underage 🙈
OOF yeah, it's 16 here, too! but i was trying to be respectful by tagging it just in case. and i would've added more tags or a warning if someone had asked, but literally no one came to me directly and instead decided to talk ABOUT me instead of TO me
In the end, it worked out really well; Billie had been happy enough at the loft, but she loved being at Eddie's. There was so much room, no stairs—Buck could admit that his stairs with the open railings had made him nervous for her, even if she hadn't had any trouble with them—and even a yard for her to play in.
It surprised him how easy the switch was, how seamlessly they adjusted to each other. She was his little shadow, following him around with the same big, trusting eyes she'd turned on him at the station on the day of the adoption drive. If he left the room, the little click click of her paws followed him shortly after. When he sat down, she would curl up between his feet or hop up on her hind legs, resting her front paws on his leg and staring at him until he sighed and lifted her onto his lap. At night, she curled up in whatever space she found comfortable—usually in the space under his chin, and he'd wake up to a mouthful of fur that he couldn't even bring himself to be annoyed about.
And perhaps the best part: Billie liked his friends, she enjoyed visiting the station, and she was very friendly with Chimney and Maddie.
Probie @hyperfocusthusly offered to pick up some of the slack around here and mop the floors. I don't know why everyone has been avoiding mopping this one spot. It could be because they think it's funny that every time Tommy walks out of the kitchen, he slides across a slippery spot on the floor. Hen and Chimney were taking bets on when he's going to fall, but now that you're here...problem solved!
Thanks for your hard work! Tommy wanted to thank you personally, so he made you a "Badass Coffee Mug" combo!
(It's a nice hot cup of freshly brewed coffee and two wing shaped cinnamon buns, but Tommy added one extra just for you. Enjoy!)
There are always shifts available for probies, just fill out the volunteer form anytime!
6. What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?
uh. nothing, really. i need to change positions sometimes but i just stay put in my bed or on a sofa or idk.
27. Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!
yes! my best friend gave me a replica of thorins key to erebor for my birthday and that's now on my home keys :) who knows, maybe i need to get into erebor one time..
hiii kelly <3 I was so happy when you followed me that I did a happy wiggle - and I do it still pretty much every time I see you in my notes; it's very 'cool person thinks I'm cool??? incredible'
your bucktommy takes are always spot-on, I love your writing, and I don't know what 'f1' is but I love that you keep putting the pretty men on my dash <3
