For Sleepover weekend- any buck hcs you don’t talk about a lot?
I feel like Buck can't sleep without something playing in the background. Music, a podcast, an audiobook, the TV on low playing a comfort show, anything really that keeps him from being alone with his thoughts. His loft is so big, the silence can be so deafening and hearing others voices reminds him that he's safe, he's home, and he's not alone.
When the nightmares get really bad I think he calls Maddie and she talks to him until he falls asleep, comforted by the soft sound of his sister's voice - and he does the exact same for her when it's her nightmares keeping her awake and the only thing that helps is the familiar comfort of your sibling.
Sometimes he calls Eddie - whose own nightmares keep him up and they have an uncanny sense for knowing when the other can't sleep - and they talk about anything and everything until they fall asleep❤️
Hello, and welcome to part 2 of whatever this ends up being!
This has been mostly written for a couple of days, just needed to be finished. Which it was. So here we are.
1198 words. Still unbeta'd beyond Grammarly and my own reading.
Two weeks had passed surprisingly quickly, for someone who didn't… Actually have that much to do, all things considered. What he did have to do, though, was actually make the damn call to his parents.
He had some ideas of what he'd hear this time.
"L.A. is too dangerous for Christopher," but never mind the fact that it was a freak incident.
"Texas needs firefighters just as much as California," but never mind the fact that moving out here had been about more than just the job.
"Christopher needs his family," as if Pepa and Abuela weren't family, as if his team hadn't become closer than a lot of his relatives.
"You need someone to take care of you and help with Christopher," as if the controlling tone, no matter how much he knew it came from a place of love, could go unnoticed. As if Carla hadn't been a godsend for three years, as if Buck hadn't been around for three years.
(He knew it would eventually change. He hoped it wouldn't. He would hold onto it until it did.)
And just as Eddie expected, he heard every possible variation of the same old arguments. He thought he was doing a good job of tuning it all out, of not taking it to heart. But then his father spoke up.
"He'll be over this in no time," Ramon said, all smiles in the video frame, truly believing his words. "He's been in the army, Helena, he knows how to deal with this."
His words made his blood run cold. The certainty about something Eddie was learning every night to be the very opposite of his situation.
He considered, for a split second, trying to tell them that no, he really did not know how to handle any of it this time around, that it wasn't even remotely close to the last time he'd been shot. He thought he probably should tell them. He knew he'd told Ana pretty much the same thing that his father was telling them, but he wasn't sure if he believed his own words back then, let alone now.
All he managed to give them was a tight smile and a minute nod.
They asked some more about Christopher, how school was going (and who was taking him), and if he had anything else to tell them beyond the shooting. Like the fact he broke up with the girlfriend that he never told them he had because his heart wasn't in it.
(It wouldn't do any good to put Ana under that scrutiny, and he had no patience for the 'Christopher needs a good mother figure' spiel, which usually became an issue of its own.)
The conversation didn't last much longer, and Eddie let out a groan once it disconnected, leaning his head back against the couch. He loved his parents, truly did, but god, it got tiring extremely quickly on a good day.
(So far, it hadn't been a particularly good day.)
He let his eyes fall close for a moment, taking the deepest breaths he could in order to make the chill in his spine go away.
It wasn't until he felt a warm hand on his uninjured shoulder that he opened his eyes and realized he'd managed to doze off. He was looking straight up at Buck's concerned gaze, a furrow between his brows that, after a beat and in a moment of weakness, Eddie reached out with a finger to rub away.
"I was going to ask if you were okay," Buck said, laughing as he held Eddie's hand away from his face, "But I'm guessing the meds are kicking in, huh?"
He nodded, hoping the heat quickly rising on his cheeks wasn't visible. Buck smiled softly, patting his good shoulder before rounding to the front of the couch and extending a hand to help him up.
"Come on, then."
He'd taken the pain medication before calling his parents, Buck arguing that at least he'd be physically comfortable if nothing else. At least he had that going because he really didn't know why he even let himself hope for a different conversation with them. He wasn't sure why there hadn't been a little more… empathy in their words. It wasn't the same.
Buck helped him get changed without a word, then changed as well, right there beside Eddie. It wasn't a new occurrence, it wouldn't even be the first time Buck ended up sleeping beside him.
They gravitated toward each other on any given day, but the pull was particularly strong on days like this, where one found themself vulnerable, raw and wishing to hide for a while.
Eddie was a little too tired, maybe a little too loopy to deny himself.
He let Buck fluff the pillows (some of which definitely came from Buck's loft), shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Christopher had mentioned that Buck stayed on the couch while he was in the hospital, he was staying on the couch even now, and honestly, that left Eddie… confused.
Why had he opted for the couch when there was a perfectly good bed in the house? Did he think Eddie would be upset? He wouldn't. Not when Buck was doing everything in his power to keep things running smoothly.
Buck was careful, helping him get settled on the bed and letting him shift around until he was comfortable. Before he could move away, though, Eddie grabbed his wrist.
"Stay." He could see, under the surprise of the request, that Buck seemed nervous. Eddie could also see the dark bags under his eyes. "I don't mean just in the house." He'd never kick Buck out, not when he looks most relaxed here. "I mean… here." He gave Buck's wrist a pointed tug. "We've shared before, right?"
"Eddie-"
"You won't hurt me if that's what you're worried about." He gave him a tiny smile, that Buck returned with much trepidation. "You deserve some rest, too." Another tug. "So come take a nap, already."
Buck sighed and relented, moving to the other side of the bed and lying down next to him. For the most part, Eddie just shifted again, trying to turn his body so he could at least see Buck. Sleeping on his back had never been very comfortable, and his sleep was suffering for it.
"You okay?" Buck's voice was low as if it were the middle of the night instead of the afternoon.
Eddie nodded. "I'll be." It was the closest he could get to admitting everything was messed up, actually. The most honest thing he wouldn't say to anyone else, too. But Buck inched closer, resting his forehead against his good shoulder, and Eddie held onto his wrist again. "Get some sleep, Buck."
He felt a huff of air, the closest they would get to laughter at that moment, hit his arm. "I will."
I will. I will be here. I will look after things. After you.
Maybe he was reading too much into things, maybe the meds were messing up his head, but he'd be damned if that wasn't the easiest sleep he had in years.
To answer your question about if the actors get input on what their costumes are- sort of.
I present this with the caveat of I don’t work in TV and don’t know every procedure for that, this is just what I have learned as good practices in costuming for theatre.
So a good costume department/wardrobe crew will care about how the actors feel in the clothes so a costume fitting is not just about if clothes fit, we ask questions like- does it make you feel confident? Are you comfortable? Etc. because if an actor is not comfortable in their costume- the audience can tell. We don’t want the actor thinking about what they are wearing, that is not their job, their focus should 100% be on that.
Probably the costume team took inspiration from what the actors usually wear in their life as pointer to what they might be comfortable in- but this is never the sole reason a costume is picked, it has to first match with the aesthetic of the show and make sense for the character first. The pieces that get taken to fittings have already passed that litmus test, so especially with contemporary costume, it’s about what makes the actor confident and what actually looks best on them.
Hope this all makes sense and sorta answers your question. Obviously I don’t actually work on 9-1-1 and idk what their actual practices are, this is just what I know from my own professional experience.
You're the best!!!
I kinda knew this, the costume department asking the actors for feedback, but i didn't think that was that important! And it is!
It does make sense and what i get after this is that they hired very competent people for that very important job! We (and I'm absolutely guilty too) always think about the actors, maybe the director, sometimes the writers, but the crew is just as fundamental for a good job!!
🌍fave type of au to write? This can change depending on the fandom or pairing. But an overall fave is soulmates. But I'm also a sucker for coffee shop and magic AU's.
🎁 have a quote from a WIP? From a Buddie fic I've been working on:
"Don't be mad," Buck says as he steps into the room, giving Eddie a sheepish smile.
Eddie's immediately on the alert as he looks around the house, trying to spot anything out of place. Paint on the carpet, a broken vase. But there's nothing. At least not that Eddie can see.
So what specifically about Fearless (Taylor's Version) would you like to talk about? Cause uh, I need to talk to someone, but also when I start thinking about it, I only hear incoherent screaming. And no one irl will scream with me.
AH HELLO THERE I HAVE MY CUP OF TEA RIGHT HERE WITH ME
okay what are your favorite tracks? WHAT SONG MAKES YOU CRY THE MOST (or is that just me,,)
also which songs do you associate with 911 characters/ships and why 👁👄👁
