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James/transmasc/queer/ace. 32. Darkalicelilith on ao3.
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Hey bucktommy nation! Decided to put a few of my fanarts for sale in my shops because i just like how they look in posters, shirts, stickers and some other stuff :3
inprnt / redbubble / teepublic
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For the make you choose:
Character: Buck or Tommy?
Anything: First kiss bucktommy or hospital kiss bucktommy?
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Tommy one hundred percent! 💜💜💜
And the hospital kiss. I love watching them crash together and how Buck initiates and wants him even covered in soot. That whole interaction is gold!!
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Batman: The Animated Series 1x14 - "Heart of Ice"
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Anon or not, make me choose between:
Show: _______ or ________ ?
Character: ________ or _________ ?
Pairing: _________ or _________ ?
Anything: ________ or _________ ?
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Watched some xena last night.
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oh hey hi hello
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Stan: I love you
Richie: I thought I annoyed you
Stan: You do annoy me. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but I want to spend every irritating minute with you
Richie: Same. I love you too
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Venom: Let There Be Carnage (2021) dir. Andy Serkis
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“Moooom! …can you get my toy for me?” (via qoolove520)
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I don't know why but well, here another take on this prompt, that just attacked me
It had been three weeks since their reunion. Buck had been patient—so, so patient—taking things slow just like Tommy had asked. Their kisses had been chaste, their hugs warm and reassuring. Tommy had been the one to set the pace this time, insisting they rebuild things carefully, brick by brick.
At first, it was easy. The simplicity of just being together again, of rediscovering each other’s rhythms, had been enough. But as the days passed, Tommy began to feel it—the slow burn building inside him.
It wasn’t Buck’s fault. Buck wasn’t even trying to push boundaries. If anything, Tommy might say he was almost too good at respecting them. He wasn’t asking for more, wasn’t pressing Tommy for anything. And yet… everything he did seemed to light a fire under Tommy’s skin.
Every little thing Buck did felt electric—his hand brushing Tommy’s arm, his thigh pressing against Tommy’s under the dinner table, even the way his voice dipped when he got serious. None of it was intentional, none of it meant to provoke, but Tommy’s body didn’t seem to care.
And the worst part? Buck wasn’t even trying. There were no smirks, no teasing touches, no knowing glances. He wasn’t playing a game or testing Tommy’s limits. He was just being himself—kind, attentive, and endlessly considerate. It was Tommy’s own damn fault for being so affected by it, for letting the tension build until every small interaction felt like a spark against dry kindling.
Tommy had asked for slow. He’d insisted on it. But now, weeks in, he could feel the weight of his own restraint pressing down on him. The heat coiling low in his belly grew stronger with each passing day, each lingering touch, each stolen glance.
And then there was today.
They were on the couch, Buck lying back with Tommy resting against him, his head on Buck’s shoulder. Buck had one arm wrapped loosely around Tommy’s chest while his other hand held his phone, scrolling through something. He was rambling about whatever he was watching—some video, or maybe a random fact he’d stumbled across—his voice warm and animated.
Tommy wasn’t paying attention.
All he could focus on was the way Buck’s breath brushed against his neck every time he spoke, soft and warm, sending shivers down his spine. His scent—warm skin, faint salt, familiar, intoxicating—filled Tommy’s lungs, making it impossible to think straight.
“Can you believe that?” Buck said, laughing softly as he tilted the phone slightly, like Tommy could see it from where he was lying.
“Hmm,” Tommy managed, his voice barely audible.
Buck didn’t seem to notice. He kept talking, his hand resting lightly on Tommy’s shoulder, his thumb brushing absentminded circles against his skin.
Tommy tried to focus, to say something coherent, but his body was betraying him. His chest felt tight, his skin tingling with need. His pulse pounded in his ears, and every brush of Buck’s breath against his neck sent another jolt straight to his core.
“Sure,” he murmured, though he had no idea what he was agreeing to.
And then Buck did something so simple, so casual, it was almost infuriating... he pressed a soft kiss to the side of Tommy’s neck.
That was it.
The fire that had been smoldering for weeks finally erupted. Tommy’s entire body tensed as a wave of pleasure crashed over him, sudden and overwhelming. His fingers clutched at Buck’s arm, his breath hitching as his thighs pressed together, trying to contain the impossible heat coursing through him.
The orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, sharp and blinding. Heat flooded through him, sticky and damp against his skin, as his mind went blank. His nails dug into Buck’s arm, his body shaking as he clung to him.
For a moment, everything went dark.
When he came back to himself, he was curled against Buck, who had both arms wrapped tightly around him, holding him close.
Buck’s presence was soft. He pressed another kiss to Tommy’s hair, his hands rubbing soothing circles over Tommy’s back.
Tommy’s breath hitched again, his cheeks burning as he pieced together what had just happened. “Shit,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “Evan—oh, shit—I’m so sorry…”
“Shhh,” Buck murmured, pulling Tommy even closer. “Tommy, that was so hot.”
Tommy froze, his embarrassment giving way to confusion as he felt it, pressed against his thigh—the unmistakable hardness, the heat, the sudden tension in Buck’s body. And then it happened.
Buck’s grip on him tightened further as a soft, shuddering gasp left his lips, his body trembling. Tommy didn’t need to ask to know what had just happened.
“Evan…” Tommy’s voice was barely audible, his cheeks flushing even darker as he realized what had just happened. his earlier embarrassment now mingling with something else—surprise, curiosity, maybe even pride.
Buck pulled back just enough to meet Tommy’s gaze, his face flushed but his eyes warm and filled with affection. “Guess we’re even now,” he said with a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair out of Tommy’s face, and leaning to kiss him—deep and feverish, as though he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
Tommy groaned, burying his face in Buck’s chest, when the kiss finally broke. “This is not how I thought today was gonna go.”
Buck kissed the top of his head, his smile audible in his voice. “Me neither. But I’m not complaining.”
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reason #6 for a bucktommy makeup in the latter half of 8b: we get to see a heavily pregnant maddie give tommy thee shovel talk of the century. Big Man Cowers In Front Of Hormonal, No-Nonsense 5'2 Sister-in-Law Experiencing Heartburn
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Fic idea: post break-up, Buck and Tommy sign up for the same cooking class. When Tommy saw the ad for it, it immediately made him think of Buck and he missed him. Buck needs something else to do before he actually causes a flour shortage and he thinks Tommy would have loved to do the class with him.
The first day of class, they’re the last ones to arrive, (hello firefighters?) and everyone else is already partnered up, two people to a prep area. They don’t realize who the other is, until they go sit down. They’re both wearing hoodies with the hood up because it’d been raining. Buck turns to greet his cooking partner, sliding the hood off his head. “Hey, I’m—”
“Evan?”
They both think of leaving for a second but the class is non-refundable and not exactly cheap so they decide to stick it out. Buck looks at him daringly, “I can be civil, if you can.” And of course Tommy’s not gonna back down.
So, they spend each class snarking at each other, often veering into flirting- and they move around each other fluidly, well acquainted with working together. Their instructor tells them she’s never seen two people with such chemistry in the kitchen.
The first time a recipe calls for eggs, one rolls away, headed for the floor, but not before Buck catches it and says something like, “Running away from me? Hmm, wonder who that reminds me of.” And looks pointedly at Tommy.
But the thing is, they enjoy themselves, it’s the first time since the breakup that they have a semblance of happiness. Bickering in class turns into “practicing” recipes together and as they learn these recipes, they learn more about each other, they talk about where their relationship went wrong and what they should have said to each other.
For their final class, they’re tasked with preparing a 3-5course meal and as they figure out their dishes, they figure out what they want and what they want is each other. They don’t have an exact recipe for relationship success, but even with recipes, things can go wrong. They know as long as they work together, they got this.
After they present their triumphant dishes, Tommy pulls Buck in for a kiss and the entire class groans, “FINALLY!”
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