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Production team of a dark comedy show:

Who are those lunatics?

Lounatics:

♪♫♩~I will follow him~♩♫♪

♪♫♩~Follow him wherever he may go~♩♫♪

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Drunk Buck calling Tommy at 1:30 in the morning to ask him to pick him and Eddie up from a bar. Tommy shows up in his sleep sweats and an old t-shirt to carry his lovesick boyfriend and his angry best friend out of the bar before Eddie got into a fight.

I asked @hunnysfwart to draw this thought for me. Thanks babe 🥰

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It was a two hour drive to the town he grew up in, but he and Evan were going to make a weekend of it. Tommy was going to show him the house he was raised in, where he went to school, the path he rode his bike to get there.

He was going to point out the spot he had his first kiss; the moment he had the terrifying realization that he would be okay with never kissing a girl again.

He'd try to open up about his dad. About how he kicked Tommy out of the house once, when he was fifteen. Tommy spent a week sleeping in the park until a police officer picked him up and took him back home. Told his dad he if he did it again, he'd be going to prison for child neglect. That was a bad weekend.

They'd end the tour here. The place his mom resided. Her home for the last twenty-seven years. Evan was planning on bringing flowers. Pink roses were her favorite.

Instead, Tommy places the roses at her grave on his own. Cleans off the headstone, listens to the chimes clang together in a nearby tree, their steady rhythm not nearly as soothing as her voice once was. He sits at the bench just a few feet away from where she lay, puts his hands in his jacket pockets, and stares out at the trees gently swaying in the breeze.

He doesn't get to introduce Evan. Doesn't get to tell him about the way she smiled, or how she showed her love. He sits alone, just like all the other years. Still, he talks to her. Keeps her updated on his life. "I had a boyfriend for a while, Mom. A really good man. You would have loved him," he tells her. "I know I did."

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Its horny hour so I’m thinking about Tommy who works as a tailor and Buck coming to have a suit made for Maddie’s wedding

Tommy who’s always professional but can’t stop looking at the gorgeous man in front of him

A man that stutters and blushes when he explains what he wants

Who blushes even more when Tommy start measuring his body and asking all the regular questions about his tailoring taste

It’s the first time that Buck is having a suit made so he has a lot of questions

Buck who is standing in his underwear, Tommy who can’t keep looking at his body, of course it’s for his job, only, until he sees Buck’s dick twitch in his boxer when Tommy measure the inside of his thigh and Tommy is only human…

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Me: *sees a girthy cucumber in my fridge*

Me: buck should call him 😔

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*Waaaaawaaaawaaawawawwaaaaaaa*

The infant’s cry wakes the two men from their deep slumber.

“I’ll go check on her,” Tommy kisses Buck on the temple, “I’ll come get you if we need anything, okay?” He leaves their warm, comfortable bed to tend to their baby daughter.

Buck wants to jump out and protest, it’s her daughter too, but Tommy’s the one on paternity leave now, while he himself has a shift next morning. Light duty, all thanks to Bobby. Tommy, on the other hand, has a job that doesn’t allow a single lapse of judgment, so he agrees to take time off first until both new parents settle into a routine, then Buck can take over as the primary caregiver. It’s been working fine for them so far.

Except tonight.

Buck might as well get up, since his daughter refuses to stop crying.

“Hey, everything alright?” Buck asks, still half asleep.

“Um, I don’t know. Her diaper wasn’t wet, I changed it anyway, but she’s still crying,” Tommy gently rocks her in his arms, “maybe she’s hungry? Can you go get her formula?”

“We’ve just fed her…” Buck looks at the clock on the nightstand, “2 hours ago. Is she hungry already? Never mind, I’ll go make some real quick.”

Buck stares at the digital water heater with a blank expression. It’s an extremely premium product in both price and functionality. With this gadget, you don’t have to test water temperature on the back of your hand anymore. It measures the air in the room, then calculate the safe and perfect temperature, down to the decimal, for maximum extraction of nutrients from the baby formula.

Buck is rather proud of his purchase, but at the moment, all he wants, all he can think of, is some sweet, sweet, shut eye.

“Here you go,” Buck hands Tommy the warm bottle. Relief washes over him when the infant latches onto the bottle’s rubber tip, but it soon fades away when she turns away and continues crying after a few gulps.

“Shhhhh, shhh, it’s okay,” Tommy coos at the baby, then shoves the bottle back into Buck’s hand.

“Do you think she’s sick?” Buck frowns. He can’t bare the thought of his precious child feeling sick without the ability to express it with words.

Tommy puts his lips on the infant’s forehead, “no, I don’t think so, she doesn’t feel hot.”

Buck relaxes.

“But get the infrared thermometer anyway, just in case,” Tommy demands, their daughter still wailing in his arms.

Buck nods and leaves on his way to find that thermometer, gifted by his sister. ‘You’ll appreciate modern science once you realize you don’t have to lube up a glass thermometer and hold down your child to take temperature anymore,’ Maddie said.

Their home is a mess, ever since they adopted their baby girl. Everyone around them with child-raising experience tells them it’s completely normal. But it’s time like this, when Buck can’t find the exact thing he knows is around, that he wants to disregard all of their advice.

“Ah! Found it!” Buck whispers to himself triumphantly, waving the infrared thermometer in the air a little.

It’s only now that Buck picks up the absolute silence.

“Ahhh, ah, ouch.”

Then silence again.

Buck rushes back into the bedroom.

He sees Tommy sitting up in bed, their daughter fiercely sucking on his dry nipple.

“Shhhhhhhh,” Tommy shushes Buck, “don’t ask me why, but it works, so don’t you dare startle her.”

“Okay, but I’m taking her temperature anyway,” Buck whispers back and points the thermometer at the infant’s forehead. “All good. She’s a bit cold if anything.”

Putting the appliance aside, Buck joins Tommy in bed again.

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit. At least she’s not crying anymore. Go back to sleep, Evan, you need it.”

“Sure,” Buck gives Tommy a chaste kiss on the lip before climbing back into his blanket. “Hey, look, she’s finally asleep. I guess she just wanted the warmth and security of her father…”

Tommy smiles, carrying his daughter back to her crib.

“…her father’s voluptuous chest,” Buck laughs.

Tommy returns from dropping off the baby, “it’s gonna be you in a month.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m looking forward to it,” Buck says before going back to sleep, “I can’t wait for her to grow up to be as strong and smart as you.”

“And I can’t wait for her to grow up to be as kind and brave as you.”

Special thanks to @louciferssacrament for their support❤️

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#told you to raise your bar kid

Tommy thought he was just a temporary thrill in Buck's life, like stealing a helicopter one night or getting struck by lightning. A pit stop on the way to bigger and better things. I’M UNWELL 😭😭😭

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Everyone has been acting weird since they found out about the elopement.

Eddie never wants to hang out anymore. Maddie and Chimney stop asking for free babysitting. Hen keeps pulling everyone at the station aside behind Buck's back. Even Bobby seems to be spending more and more time in his own office.

Buck: Something feels different to you, Ravi? Everyone seems so... cold and distant all of a sudden.

Ravi: No, nothing out of the ordinary.

Buck: Really? Anyway, do you think they're mad at me? You know, for keeping Tommy a secret?

Ravi: Who's Tommy?

Buck: My —

Ravi: Husband. I was kidding, I think you've told half of LA at this point. Look, just a hunch, but maybe they feel a bit left out because you've been spending too much time with your new husband?

Buck: Damn... I've just been so happy with Tommy, you know? We've been through a lot, now we're finally together and every moment I spend with him just feels so... right. I didn't mean to neglect other people in my life.

Ravi: I get that. Sometimes you're too busy living your crazy, eventful life that you don't even notice one of your closest colleagues have disappeared for 6 months. Don't worry, just talk to them, they'll surely understand.

Buck: You're a lifesaver, Ravi! I don't know what I'd do without you! Okay, I'm gonna go fix it.

Ravi: Nah, I think you've been managing pretty well without me.

An opportunity soon presents itself, when Christopher returns to LA for Spring Break and invites Buck to catch up.

Buck shows up to Eddie's doorstep earlier than the agreed upon time, hoping to clear the air and any possible awkwardness before greeting the teenager.

Eddie: Good, you're early. It'll make things easier.

Buck: I just want to say... wait, what things? And why are you in a tux?

Eddie: And I've got your tux ready. Just come on in and get changed.

Buck: Are we going to a wedding?

Eddie: Insightful.

Buck: Who's getting married?

Eddie: You.

Buck: But I'm already mar... No. Don't tell me you planned a whole wedding behind my back.

Eddie: And Hen, Karen, Chimney, Maddie, Bobby, even your parents, oh, but they're mostly just paying.

Buck: I guess today's "Harbor tour with Jee" is as much of a trap as "catching up with Christopher", right?

Christopher: It was my idea.

Buck: Smart. But, hey, I don't even get a say in my own wedding?

Eddie: It's your marriage, but your wedding belongs to us. You lost the privilege when you two decided to sneak around and deprive me of the right to be your best man.

Buck: Since when is that your right?

Eddie: Since you broke my ankle on the basketball court.

Buck: Touché. It wasn't broken, by the way, it was a little sprain.

Eddie: Anyway, go get changed, and let's head to the venue.

Buck: Where?

Eddie: The place where you two first met.

What if Tommy comes back and asks Buck if he was serious about wanting to be together instead of apart and when Buck says yes he was and is serious Tommy says okay I've thought a lot about this the past couple months and I think we should get married and live in my house because I cannot endure going on without you any longer

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Otto

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Tommy and Buck see each other on a call and they share a glance and a little smile, maybe nod at each other, and then they go their separate ways and you think that’s it.

Cut to Buck shoving Tommy against his door as they tear off each others clothes and Tommy’s like, “we shouldn’t,” and Buck’s like, “yeah, we shouldn’t.”

So they do. Then Tommy leaves after and they say goodbye and they still don’t talk.

Then they see each other on another call a couple weeks later. This time they keep more distance and barely acknowledge the other’s existence. It’s for sure over now.

Cut to Tommy lifting Buck onto the kitchen counter and Buck’s pulling Tommy’s shirt over his head and Buck’s like, “we shouldn’t,” and Tommy says, “no… we shouldn’t.” Then they’re making out again and they do.

Afterward, Tommy leaves and they still don’t talk.

A week later they’re on a call together again and that’s when they finally walk over to each other with little smiles on their faces and Buck’s like, “It’s crazy that we never worked together for years, but suddenly we’re together all the time.” And Tommy can’t quit glancing down at Buck’s lips when he responds, “yeah, that is crazy.” And Tommy’s never been one to believe in fate, but this might just change his mind.

Cut to them outside a coffee shop, Tommy sits down at the table where a coffee is already waiting. He takes a sip and it’s perfect. Buck smiles at him, he smiles back. Tommy says, “so, we should talk,” and Buck nods and says, “yeah, we should.”

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Ravi moved from "Who is Tommy?" to "Where is Tommy???" Only for him and Buck to go to a gay club (maybe with Henren too) and Ravi suddenly calls out: "Hey, there's Tommy! :)" Buck:

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*Waaaaawaaaawaaawawawwaaaaaaa*

The infant’s cry wakes the two men from their deep slumber.

“I’ll go check on her,” Tommy kisses Buck on the temple, “I’ll come get you if we need anything, okay?” He leaves their warm, comfortable bed to tend to their baby daughter.

Buck wants to jump out and protest, it’s her daughter too, but Tommy’s the one on paternity leave now, while he himself has a shift next morning. Light duty, all thanks to Bobby. Tommy, on the other hand, has a job that doesn’t allow a single lapse of judgment, so he agrees to take time off first until both new parents settle into a routine, then Buck can take over as the primary caregiver. It’s been working fine for them so far.

Except tonight.

Buck might as well get up, since his daughter refuses to stop crying.

“Hey, everything alright?” Buck asks, still half asleep.

“Um, I don’t know. Her diaper wasn’t wet, I changed it anyway, but she’s still crying,” Tommy gently rocks her in his arms, “maybe she’s hungry? Can you go get her formula?”

“We’ve just fed her…” Buck looks at the clock on the nightstand, “2 hours ago. Is she hungry already? Never mind, I’ll go make some real quick.”

Buck stares at the digital water heater with a blank expression. It’s an extremely premium product in both price and functionality. With this gadget, you don’t have to test water temperature on the back of your hand anymore. It measures the air in the room, then calculate the safe and perfect temperature, down to the decimal, for maximum extraction of nutrients from the baby formula.

Buck is rather proud of his purchase, but at the moment, all he wants, all he can think of, is some sweet, sweet, shut eye.

“Here you go,” Buck hands Tommy the warm bottle. Relief washes over him when the infant latches onto the bottle’s rubber tip, but it soon fades away when she turns away and continues crying after a few gulps.

“Shhhhh, shhh, it’s okay,” Tommy coos at the baby, then shoves the bottle back into Buck’s hand.

“Do you think she’s sick?” Buck frowns. He can’t bare the thought of his precious child feeling sick without the ability to express it with words.

Tommy puts his lips on the infant’s forehead, “no, I don’t think so, she doesn’t feel hot.”

Buck relaxes.

“But get the infrared thermometer anyway, just in case,” Tommy demands, their daughter still wailing in his arms.

Buck nods and leaves on his way to find that thermometer, gifted by his sister. ‘You’ll appreciate modern science once you realize you don’t have to lube up a glass thermometer and hold down your child to take temperature anymore,’ Maddie said.

Their home is a mess, ever since they adopted their baby girl. Everyone around them with child-raising experience tells them it’s completely normal. But it’s time like this, when Buck can’t find the exact thing he knows is around, that he wants to disregard all of their advice.

“Ah! Found it!” Buck whispers to himself triumphantly, waving the infrared thermometer in the air a little.

It’s only now that Buck picks up the absolute silence.

“Ahhh, ah, ouch.”

Then silence again.

Buck rushes back into the bedroom.

He sees Tommy sitting up in bed, their daughter fiercely sucking on his dry nipple.

“Shhhhhhhh,” Tommy shushes Buck, “don’t ask me why, but it works, so don’t you dare startle her.”

“Okay, but I’m taking her temperature anyway,” Buck whispers back and points the thermometer at the infant’s forehead. “All good. She’s a bit cold if anything.”

Putting the appliance aside, Buck joins Tommy in bed again.

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit. At least she’s not crying anymore. Go back to sleep, Evan, you need it.”

“Sure,” Buck gives Tommy a chaste kiss on the lip before climbing back into his blanket. “Hey, look, she’s finally asleep. I guess she just wanted the warmth and security of her father…”

Tommy smiles, carrying his daughter back to her crib.

“…her father’s voluptuous chest,” Buck laughs.

Tommy returns from dropping off the baby, “it’s gonna be you in a month.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m looking forward to it,” Buck says before going back to sleep, “I can’t wait for her to grow up to be as strong and smart as you.”

“And I can’t wait for her to grow up to be as kind and brave as you.”

Special thanks to @louciferssacrament for their support❤️

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"He has a cleft🥰"

Yes, he does🥺

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Buck, drunk with Karen in the living room:

“Do you think parallel universes actually exist?”

Karen tilts her head, squinting through the haze of wine and tequila. The motion makes her dizzy. The combination was not one of their best moments. She thinks Buck probably isn’t asking her about string theory and the multiverse, though. Not today at least.

She hums. “What’s this about?”

“S’nice is all,” he mumbles, head perched on his hands against the coffee table top.

“What is?”

“To think. That there’s a universe o- or universes where Tommy and I are together.” His voice grows small, quiet.

It breaks Karen’s heart.

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when you run into your ex at the gym and he looks so good in his pac-man crop top that you get rlly flustered and nervous

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We don’t talk enough about, “Believe me, I didn’t see it coming either.”

Because up until it happened, I don’t think Tommy ever consciously thought to or planned to break up with Buck. He probably thought Buck would always be the one to break up with him, to tell him he couldn’t settle down with him. He never considered Buck would want that and when he said the words, Tommy knew he had to be the one to pump the brakes, Mr. You’d end up breaking my heart.

And even when he was walking away, he didn’t say it was a break up, until Buck asked him. 😭 I don’t think everything fully sunk in, until he shut the door, drove away, and walked into his empty home. So, maybe bubbling Buck was him realizing he messed up, wanting to say something, anything because maybe it wasn’t too late. And Buck saying he feels like a tractor beam’s pulling him to Tommy is the very real yearning radiating from Tommy.