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Enjoy your day..

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(*some photos of tardigrades don't show their eyes because they're 3-d scans of the tardigrade's surface and the eyes are inside of their transparent head)

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It just kills me when writers create franchises where like 95% of the speaking roles are male, then get morally offended that all of the popular ships are gay. It’s like, what did they expect?

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I mean, I do backstage for theatres, and I used to volunteer on a show a month. I've probably seen more shows multiple times than I have single times.

But if we're talking as audience - only one, Riverdance, which I see every time it comes to town, and love every time.

have you ever seen the same play/musical live more than once?

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Do you ever wake up and just think about Lou with cats throughout the day?

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I was going to say I'm Buck in this, but actually I'm Tommy without the sense to take a breather. I don't get into many arguments, but when I do, I just end up yelling and then crying because I don't know any other way out of an argument.

thinking (obsessing <3) about bucktommy's first big argument post makeup. i have no specifics in mind, just picturing how tension would gradually rise and culminate into a heated back-and-forth until tommy abruptly loses steam and visibly retreats into himself.

"i need a breather," he says with a raised palm — a physical comma on the conversation — then grabs his keys and declares he's going for a drive.

and it pulls a bitter chuckle out of buck, sardonic and hurt and defeated. "of course you're bolting. that's your whole m.o," he bites out, because he's frankly exasperated by that cut and run routine, because he's furious that tommy would even dare to walk out on him again instead of talking it out — despite all the promises he's made when they found their way back to each other.

buck doesn't mind arguing because he's willing to fight for this now, for them, even if they have to fight each other. and he thought they finally reached a place where they both felt comfortable expressing themselves, even in anger. but apparently that was wishful thinking on his part, and it's heartbreak all over again.

except this is nothing like their break-up, because tommy isn't carving out space between them to protect himself. the time-out is for their sake. and he tells buck as much.

"i don't like the man i turn into when i'm scared or angry. i don't want to say something i'll regret in the heat of the moment again. and i need you to understand that when i ask for a breather, it's not because i'm running away or abandoning you. it's because i love you and i don't want to hurt you. you need to give me enough space to cool down, and then we'll talk."

tommy isn't stonewalling, he just needs some distance to approach the conflict with a more level-head. he too can act impulsively under stress so he'd rather disengage and resume at a later time. meanwhile buck wants to work through issues as soon as they present, urgent in his efforts to fix them before they can fester because he needs immediate reassurance or else he spirals and overthinks.

pursuer-distancer bucktommy is delicious to me idk. neither pattern is wrong but they both need to adjust their behavior for the benefit of the other.

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everyone knows how much i love you

buddie | 5.1k | teen and up | fluff

for @treasurehuntbuck and @captaindiazs2024holidayparty :)

“That’s Captain Diaz? Of the 133?” Cassidy asked. He stopped by the academy last week to drop off lunch for Buck — Cassidy got there early that morning, so she’d been one of the few who spotted him. It took everything in her not to laugh when she’d heard Buck flirtatiously yell “hi captain” across the room at him when he arrived. Eddie turned bright red. Buck grinned wide. “Yeah, we’ve been married for six years. We were partners on the job before I started here.” aka: 5 times Buck’s recruits see how obsessed Buck is with Eddie/his family + one time a recruit is completely oblivious

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Hey it's me again! 6 + bucktommy for the kiss writing game 🥺✨

Thank you 🫶🏻

Thanks to YOU for the prompt!

6. …on a falling tear

“I swear, it’s happy tears, I just don’t know how to make them stop,” Buck says, laughing as new tears stream down his cheeks.

The sight causes such a strong rush of affection in the depths of Tommy’s chest that he cups his face and kisses the tears away. The gesture only makes Buck cry harder.

“It’s all your fault, you know?” he complains, his smile betraying his voice. “You walk in here and propose to me out of nowhere, and now we’re engaged. Just like that!”

Considering they’ve been together for two years, and are as happy as they’ve ever been, Tommy doesn’t think the proposal came out of the blue. But Buck’s overdramatic reaction is so adorable that he decides to go with the flow.

“Is there any way I can make it better?” he asks, his voice low and smooth, and he bites back a grin at how it makes Buck shiver.

“I could think of a thing or two,” he whispers back, and for a while, he does stop crying when he gives in to the sensation of Tommy’s ‘apology’. The moment he looks at the engagement ring, though, it starts all over again.

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Working Title: Man With Big Dick Fucks His Precious Boy

Okay so I had the weirdest, most random ass idea for post-breakup BuckTommy and it just got more and more random the more I kept going. It's all over the place, I kind of rushed near the end, I have no idea where I was going with this. I would call this a fever dream more than I would call it a fic but it's here now so might as well throw it at you guys PS: Don't get fooled by the working title, this is more sappy than sexy

Buck's sex life went from mind-blowing, life-changing and so-so-active to absolutely nothing in what felt like seconds, and unfortunately, his libido hasn't gotten the memo yet. He'd been advised to throw himself out there again multiple times now, but every single cell in his body recoils at the idea. I'm not your last, I'm your first. Yeah well, we'll see about that.

It feels like a no-brainer to start watching gay porn since that's what he's currently missing the most. He jerks off to a handsome guy—the hint of cleft in his chin may or may not have been the reason Buck clicked on the video—fucking into a pretty twunk, and honestly, Buck is having a good time. It’s only when tears begin to swell in his eyes after he comes with Tommy’s name on his lips that he realizes he should not do that again.

The next videos he watches pointedly feature plump bears and dainty twinks, but even then, Buck can't help but make comparisons. Can't hold a rhythm, not attentive enough, where are the reassurances?

Buck comes to a visceral, gut-wrenching realization: Every single guy he considers will have to measure up to one Thomas fucking Kinard from now on.

So.

No gay porn for Buck anymore.

He moves to het videos, and the second realization of his latest porn binge hits him a lot quicker. There is absolutely no way he will ever be able to go back to regular straight sex again. Buck is very, very bi, and even relationships with women will have to be queer from now on.

Of course, porn isn't reality, but being confronted with the exaggerated heteronormativity of it all—the idea of fulfilling a society-given role after Buck learned what things can feel like when he's allowed to be himself—makes his stomach churn.

Living in a post-Tommy world is not an easy feat.

In between baking like he's preparing for an apocalypse, Buck keeps going down a rabbit hole of trying to find porn that would help him take his mind off Tommy.

Luckily, after browsing the most obscure, likely virus-infested websites the internet has to offer, Buck finds a video that instantly becomes a staple in his tabs—a comforting presence whenever he feels lonely, which these days is all the time. He doesn't even bother closing it.

As long as it took him to find the video, it’s quickly forgotten when Tommy and Buck make up.

The reunion is messy and like a balm for Buck's wounds. It is filled with tears and Tommy's ability to make difficult conversations feel easy—something Buck had desperately missed when Tommy chose to walk out of his life. It’s a skill Tommy can apparently lose when he’s petrified with fear. Buck vows to chip away at all of Tommy's worries now that Buck is aware of them. Now that Tommy lets him.

It's strange and not surprising at all how much like coming home it feels to have Tommy back. How easy it is for Buck to cook for them in his kitchen while Tommy looks for something they can watch later on Buck's laptop.

"I found this documentary about hyper-regional food," Tommy says.

Buck perks up from the herbs he's cutting. "Like Threads of God? Do you know that only three women in Sardinia know how to make that type of pasta?"

Tommy hums at that. "Sounds like we don't need to watch it."

Buck laughs and lowers his eyes to the herbs again. "No, I want to. But isn't there a new part of that car restoration series you like?"

"We can watch that later." Tommy emphasizes the last word in a way that makes another part of Buck perk up.

Early in their relationship, they found out that there are few things that can make Buck relax and fall asleep quicker than the sight of competent hands making old things look new to the rhythmic sound of metal being hammered and ground. This means Tommy has to make sure it's him that gets to tire Buck out before the video has a chance to. Thankfully, Tommy seems to be fine with Buck never reaching the end of any of the restoration videos he likes.

Tommy makes an intrigued noise of interest that breaks Buck out of his musings. "Ooor we can watch this."

Buck listens to the sounds of shuffling and smacking, confusion furrowing his brows before recognition seizes him by the throat.

"Oh my God!" The parsley Buck is holding ends up somewhere in Nirvana as he hurriedly frees his hands to grab his laptop. "OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod—" Since when is closing a laptop so fucking difficult?

Tommy lets him fumble for a moment, a teasing smirk playing at his lips. It’s infuriating how he waits until Buck, wide-eyed and pink-cheeked, finally meets his gaze before speaking slowly and deliberately, savoring each syllable.

"Woman With Dragon Dick Fucks Her Precious Girl."

Buck is glad he wasn't cutting chili because there's no way he can stop himself from pressing his fingers into his eyes as he whines, "You don't have to say it out loud!"

"I simply appreciate the originality of the title."

God, why was Buck a firefighter when he couldn't even do anything about his face being on fucking fire?

"Look, I missed you, and I couldn't watch gay porn because they either reminded me too much of you or they weren't you, and regular straight porn was tedious, so I found this feminist porn site, and I didn't feel bad about supporting them, and please, please don't judge—"

"Evan." Tommy says his name in a way that allows no ifs and buts. "I'm not judging." Buck has learned to hold his breath when Tommy speaks to him in that no-nonsense sternness. It's a Pavlovian reaction that sends shivers down his spine. Tommy raises his thumb to the birthmark on Buck's temple, gently brushing it as his voice softens. "I'm taking note." Buck exhales shakily and leans into the touch.

Tommy reaches for the laptop, opens it, and enters the password that Buck shared with him even before they broke up. He moves to stand behind Buck, arms wrapped around him, as he hits play again.

The titular precious girl is on all fours, purring kittenish noises into the mattress as the woman kisses her neck and shoulders, murmuring sweet nothings into her skin. She's fucking her strap-on in between her thighs, making sure the dildo rubs against all the right spots.

"The shape is interesting," Tommy observes. He glances at Evan, unsure of what kind of reaction his comment will provoke. Maybe some more bashfulness, maybe a sweet sigh similar to the ones the girl is making on screen while the dildo enters her.

Instead, Evan turns to him with an excited smile on his full lips. "Yeah, right? I found this website. Wait, hold on—" Evan pauses the video, opens a new tab, and Tommy is hit with the sight of colorful, artfully crafted fantasy dildos. Handmade, apparently.

Evan starts rambling about which ones he finds the most appealing, what media they're inspired by. Tommy has never heard him talk this much about pop culture, and no one is ever allowed to know that Evan learned about Avatar this way. Chimney would get an aneurysm.

Having Evan in his life means being in a constant state of whiplash, and Tommy has learned that he wouldn't have it any other way.

Tommy keeps in mind which ones Evan pointed out and makes a mental note to take a look at the cock sleeves the store has to offer before gently nudging Evan back to the porn.

"What else do you like about the video?" Evan relaxes back into him as they keep watching. Tommy can guess what Evan might find hot about it, but he would like to hear it from Evan before making assumptions. He also just wants to hear Evan, period.

"I like— I like that she's sweet to her? Most of the time, women in straight femdom porn are just mean, like men being dominated by women is automatically degrading. I don't like that."

Tommy hums in acknowledgment, enjoys the small gasp he receives as he dips his fingers into a gap in Evan's button-down shirt, playing with the trail of hair on Evan's stomach. That Evan likes sweet talk isn't new information, but hearing it is always nice. "Keep going," Tommy encourages.

"But she's also kind of… possessive about it? She calls her 'my treasure' a couple of times. I love it when she does. It's like—it's—she—she's—"

"Cherishing her?"

Evan sighs and nods, rubbing his temple against Tommy's.

Tommy leans in, noses at the pulse point of Evan's neck as he goes in for the kill. "Claiming her?"

Evan's moan sounds like it was punched out of him, and Tommy barely has enough time to hold onto the laptop to keep it from being dragged down as Evan turns to kiss him.

Tommy braces himself, gathering more and more courage with each kiss before he makes claims he prays to whatever God might be listening aren’t wrong. "You want me to hold on to you? Make you mine and never let go?"

A heart-wrenching sob escapes Evan's mouth, and Tommy swallows it greedily. "God yes, please!"

Evan keeps pressing pleas against his lips, and Tommy desperately wants to give in, but there is just one small thing that needs to be done first.

"Evan, the thing you're making, can—can that wait?" The last time they allowed themselves to get distracted while cooking, Evan kept pouting afterwards over the food being 'ruined'. In an attempt to cheer him up, Tommy had said that he couldn't tell the difference which had just made things worse. He wouldn't make that mistake again. There are many mistakes he wouldn't make again.

Evan uttered a dazed noise before clarity settles into his features. "Oh. Yeah. It'll just marinate."

Tommy nods and moves to turn off the stove, Evan clinging to his side. He returns his attention to Evan, fingers playing with his curls.

The stove was a short distraction, but long enough to ensure that Tommy's next words are spoken with all the gravitas they deserve. "My treasure."

Another broken sound escapes Evan's throat as he burrows into Tommy and continues what they started.

Tommy hates breaking things, but, God, does he love repairing them. He knows he has a lot to make up for, and he will do it happily. If that means wiping away his boyfriend's tears and indulging in his trauma-induced dragon kink, so be it.

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Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Tommy Kinard, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Howie “Chimney” Han, Maddie Buckley, Henrietta “Hen” Wilson, Bobby Nash Additional Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up, Fix-It, Getting Back Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, both of them have issues, so many issues, Communication, very brief implications of sex, No Beta, we die like my interest in the canon of this show, not canon compliant after 8x06

Summary:

“I want a do-over,” Buck blurts out. “Back to the beginning. Yes, maybe I didn’t see all of you, and I know I jumped the gun when I asked you to move in. But you can’t just decide there’s things we shouldn’t talk about and then complain when I don’t have the full picture.”

OR: Buck does everything backwards and gets dumped before he actually gets to know his boyfriend. Tommy mostly runs in circles. Somehow they still meet in the middle.

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27 for the micro prompts 💕

A few years back, when he was really into the Planet Earth series, he read an article about myrmecophiles, specifically about a group of butterflies that relied on—and even communicated with—ants for protection during their larval and pupa stages. In return, they gave the ants honeydew.

He's not sure why he's thinking about that now. It might have something to do with the way he's wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets; or the throbbing ache in his leg that feels like growing pains, like his body is forcing itself into a new shape; or the faint sounds of Tommy just outside the bedroom explaining to Bobby that Buck needs to call out of his shift, keeping him safe by standing guard over his defenseless little pupal body. Maybe it's none of those things.

He startles out of a doze when the bed dips by his hip, and then his blanket cocoon is being rolled into Tommy's arms. Ants can lift fifty times their own weight. Tommy's probably that strong.

"Is Bobby mad?"

"Bobby's thrilled you're actually listening to your body for once," Tommy says. "I'm the one who's mad. Evan, why are you sitting on fourteen weeks of unused PTO?"

Buck shrugs, or tries to. It's hard to move. "I love my job. I don't wanna call out. Besides, what am I gonna do on a day off—sit around and do nothing?"

Tommy mutters something that suspiciously sounds like, "We're not unpacking that suitcase, we're just gonna throw the whole thing out," then says, louder, "Well, you're off today. How about I run you a bath so you can soak that leg? I'll even throw in a massage to sweeten the deal."

Closing his fingers over the blankets, he pulls them in tighter and hunkers down. "Can I just hide here for a while?"

"Of course," Tommy says gently, without missing a beat. "Take as long as you need."

Tommy's arms tighten around the cocoon, enough that he can feel the walls of it push inward. Snug as a bug, or whatever the saying is. 'Safe as a lycaenid pupa in an ant colony' doesn't have the same ring to it, but it's just as true.

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Prehistoric 🦖🦕✨

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👁️👁️ how about 1 and/or 15 for the micro stories if you feel so inclined 🤲

part one 1. "don't leave"

Eddie keeps thinking, at least we’re out of the ER.

After a few hours spent sitting in uncomfortable chairs with Buck shivering away at his side, a bed had finally opened up for him. Buck is still shaking, despite the fact that his temperature hasn’t gone down at all since they arrived at the hospital. At least now he’s in a bed with a care team trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“We’re going to take him for a chest x-ray to see if we can confirm it’s pneumonia,” the nurse says.

“Pneumonia?” Eddie echoes. How in the hell…?

But his attempt to think back to try and figure out how Buck could have possibly come down with pneumonia is interrupted when Buck whips his head in Eddie’s direction, eyes wide and panicked. “Can he come with me?” Buck asks, distraught.

The nurse smiles sadly. “Afraid not. But we’ll be quick, I promise.”

She does allow Eddie to help get Buck out of bed and into a wheelchair. Just as she’s about to wheel Buck out of the room, Buck’s hand shoots out, curling around Eddie’s wrist. “Please don’t leave,” he whispers, looking up at Eddie with shining eyes.

Eddie’s heart aches. He knows that Buck isn’t thinking clearly thanks to the fever trying to cook his brain, but it still cuts him deep to see Buck’s old insecurities swimming to the surface. Gently, Eddie pries Buck’s hand away, then brings it up to his lips so he can kiss his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere,” he vows. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”

Buck sucks his lower lip between his teeth, but he nods. The nurse wheels him out of the room, and he keeps his eyes on Eddie until he disappears around the corner.

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My personal favorite buddie proposal idea is that Eddie sidles into a storage closet at the station one day while Buck is doing inventory and asks "hey can I talk to you as my best friend instead of as the love of my life?"

And once Buck is done having heart palpitations (love of his life! best friend!) he's like "yeah of course" and even sets aside his clipboard so he can give Eddie his full attention

And Eddie gives him a shy/smug little look because he knows what he's doing and says "so I've decided to propose to my boyfriend-" he gives Buck a second to start thinking in full sentences again (boyfriend! that's me! propose! marriage! forever! choosing me forever!) before finishing "-and I was hoping that, as my best friend, you'd come ring shopping with me"

And Buck manages to say "yeah - I'd - I'd love to" and he means the ring shopping but he also kind of means the proposal and they both know it and they spend the rest of the shift barely meeting each other's eyes and then looking away to smile and giggle like teenagers

And they do go ring shopping and they pick out something Buck really likes while pretending very seriously that Buck and Eddie's future fiancé are not the same person

But THEN, before Eddie has a chance to actually propose (he has PLANS), Buck gets him alone at the station and is all "hey, so, can I ask something as your best friend instead of as the love of your life?"

And Eddie is like this sounds familiar but he's also having heart palpitations because he's just as gone on Buck as Buck is on him, so he says "yes of course"

And Buck is like "I think my boyfriend is going to propose, and when I say yes I want to have a ring for him-" he gives Eddie a second to be able to form thoughts beyond he's going to say yes!!!! even though he KNEW he was going to say yes, before continuing "-so I was hoping my best friend would help me pick one out"

And Eddie feels a little drunk (is this what Buck felt when he did this to him?) but he says "I'd love to, yeah" and they spend the rest of the shift not getting farther than a foot away from each other and smiling down at whatever they're pretending to be working on

So they go ring shopping again. They get the same salesperson, and pretend very seriously that this is a return favor for Buck helping Eddie last week, and that they're definitely marrying different people, they're just here as each other's best friend

And Buck carries the ring they picked out for Eddie around in his pocket until Eddie proposes because he wants to be ready, and it takes a couple weeks for Eddie to get it all set up and they both feel electrified the whole time

I don't know how Eddie eventually proposes, but Buck loves it and cries and says yes and gives Eddie his ring, and all their friends are very happy for them while also thinking how insufferable they are

And then they live happily ever after

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"He's... He's an oyster," Buck declares to the uncaring world. "All soft insides. Yummy soft insides. But the shell... Hard shell. Need. Special tools. To shuck him."

Chimney and Hen exchange a glance, and then mutely shifts the bottles away from him.

"Buck, maybe you should -"

"I'm thirty-three years old, stop telling me what I should or shouldn't do!" Buck suddenly yells, startling the rest of the bar. He slumps backward and starts crying. "I miss him. I miss m-my oyster. Why shouldn't I call my oyster?" He points at Chimney but his finger weaves between him and Hen. "You ate. My bread. And y-you didn't try to. Stop me from calling." Buck breaks into a big smile. "I love you."

Chimney scoots in and puts his arm around his brother-in-law. "I love you too, Buck. Come on, let's get you home."

"No no no no no!" Buck's eyes widen. "Not home. Not home. I want m' oyster. To the sea. We gotta... Gotta go to the sea. Shhh. Don't tell anyone." Then he whispers loudly, "I'm gonna... Gonna swim into the ocean. And find my oyster."

Hen sighs. "Man, he's really got it bad. Maybe I should have let him call."

"Well, if you wanna make amends," says Chimney, jerking his chin at the entrance of the bar, "now's your chance."

Tommy walks in, his usual friendly smile nowhere in sight as a couple of other firefighters pull him along in their wake to a booth near the pool table.

After another wordless conversation with Chimney, Hen strides over to that booth.

"Tommy," she begins. He looks at her and she is struck by how tired and gaunt he seems. "Hey."

"Hey."

"Got a minute?"

"Sure," he says, and eases out of the booth. "What do you need?"

The others exchange uneasy glances and one of them actually puts a hand out to grab Tommy's wrist. "You don't owe them shit, Tommy. Don't let them guilt you into doing favors for them again," he says, staring Hen right in the eye as he does so.

Hen holds up her hands. "Not planning to."

"Good," says the guy.

Tommy gently disengages his wrist from his friend's grasp. "It's okay, Melton." Taking a few paces away from his group, he asks, "Yeah, what's up?"

"It's Buck. He's not taking the breakup well."

Tommy is good at hiding his feelings, but Hen sees the flinch anyway. "I-I'm sorry to hear that. What, uh, what's he doing?"

"First he baked a lot. Like... A lot. And then he started drinking. Not on the job or before a shift, but I'm worried about him." She points with her thumb at the booth where Chimney and Buck are. "We found him pretty much rambling drunk by the time we got here."

A strange mixture of reluctance and longing crosses Tommy's face. He clears his throat. "Should I... Should I go see him?"

"Part of me wants you to stay away, but a larger part of me - and Chim - thinks, Buck misses you too much to make good decisions." She sticks her hands into her pockets and shrugs. "So... Please. Come talk to him?"

It takes Tommy a minute to decide. In the end, he nods sharply and follows Hen over.

Buck is leaning against Chimney, staring at nothing in particular.

"Buck?"

"Don't know anyone named Buck," Buck says, still transfixed by something in the middle distance in front of his eyes.

Tommy sighs and tries again. "Evan?"

That makes Buck blink, and then he straightens. Tries to. He sways dangerously to the other unsupported side. "Oyster?"

"What?" Tommy is confused.

"He was comparing you to an oyster earlier," Chimney explains, valiantly keeping Buck upright.

Tommy slides into the booth from the other side and instantly, Buck reaches for him and burrows his damp face into Tommy's neck. Tommy shuts his eyes and his jaw clenches.

Hen wishes it could be easier on him.

"Let's get you home, kid," Tommy murmurs.

"No... No home. We go... We go to the sea," Buck insists, his arms going around Tommy's waist and clinging. "Where you live. Stuck to the, the rocks. Hiding. You're delicious but you're hiding, and I want. I want to shuck you open." Before Tommy can speak, Buck starts crying again and he pulls back, cupping Tommy's face between both hands. "But I don't wanna kill you. If I shucked you open, you'll be dead. I don't want you dead."

Murmuring assurances, Tommy takes both of Buck's hands from Tommy's face and then wipes away Buck's tears. "I don't die easy, Evan. See? I'm right here."

Hen suddenly realizes she and Eddie really should have let Buck call Tommy, even encouraged him. She'd assumed - everyone on the team did - that Tommy had dumped Buck because he didn't care for the younger man the way Buck did.

But this moment shows otherwise.

Because she sees it, and so does Chimney. Tommy Kinard loves Buck. Is in love with Buck.

"Take him home," she says. Buck has resumed clinging to Tommy. "Your home. Take care of him tonight."

"That's not a good idea," Tommy says, but he doesn't push Buck away.

"He's way too drunk to manage his stairs and I don't trust you to stay with him there," Chim pipes up. "Look, man, I know it'll hurt in the morning, but please. Take the chance to talk to him. Take him home, and in the morning when he's sober, talk to him. And whatever happens then, let us know, please? You're our friend too, even if we're not very good at doing that for you."

Tommy sighs. His arms go around Buck. Then he nods. "Help me get him to my car?"

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