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MWAH 💋

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TOMMY KINARD | you still owe me that beer.

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i need to chew on him

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i need to see buck and tommy running into each other in the aftermath of a high rise fire when they've got it under control and they have a moment to just take a breath and they can talk to each other — about the call, about work, something casual and when there's a lull after tommy's laughed at something that buck looks at him and his smile fades and he says it with his whole chest, “i'm in love with you,” i need tommy to look at him like he's not sure that he's heard him right, buck taking it couple of steps closer and saying it again, a challenge, and tommy breaks. he grabs buck and he kisses him and it's sweaty and sooty and perfect because it's them. and when they break, breathless, tommy whispers “i love you too” and buck puts his forehead against tommy's and closes his eyes and tells him “then come back to me.”

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"Grab a seat."

Bobby claps Buck's shoulder as he passes on his way into the kitchen. Well - sure, it's got a fridge and a stove, but Bobby's definition of kitchen vs kitchenette leans a little spoiled these days. They can't get out of this rental fast enough.

He comes back with two cups of coffee and sits opposite Buck at the table. He waits as Buck adds a heaping teaspoon of sugar to his mug, glowering at the surface of it while he stirs. He waits as Buck sighs with his whole body and flops back against his chair. Bobby blows the steam from his coffee, takes a scalding sip, and waits. Years of experience have taught him that when Buck's really chewing on something, the easiest way to get it out of him is to outlast his patience.

"I miss Tommy."

It helps that Buck and patience are barely acquaintances.

Buck's continuing the thought before Bobby can even open his mouth. "I can't get him out of my head, Bobby. It's, it's like he's haunting me! Everything I do reminds me of him, even if it has nothing to do with him, and I feel like I'm going crazy!"

Bobby waits. Buck pouts. When it's clear he doesn't have anything more to add, Bobby clasps his hands and leans forward.

"Why do you miss him?"

Buck rears back, looking confused. Bobby spreads his hands.

"You think about him when he's not around. What is it you're thinking about?" he asks. Buck considers the question and flushes. Bobby quickly adds, "Keeping it PG."

Buck scratches his nose, keeping his eyes averted. He takes a deep breath.

"I think... I think about how excited I always was to see him," Buck says to the tabletop. Bobby takes another sip of coffee.

"I think about - how I never had to pretend. Like he saw me, just me, and that was enough. I like, I liked, the way he made me feel about myself." Buck curls in on himself and picks at a thread on his jeans. "I, I miss who I was when he was around."

"Just because Tommy's not around anymore doesn't mean you can't be yourself," Bobby says. Buck takes the bait; he whips his head up to look at him, eyes wide with disbelief.

"No, you, you don't understand, Bobby -" Buck leans towards him, insistent. "I miss how he cares so much about everyone even though he tries to look stoic and casual. I miss how he ugly-laughs at his own stupid jokes. I miss the way he talks to kids like they're adults and I miss how gentle he is with anything smaller than him. I miss how he fills his own dishwasher wrong and I have to fix it every time. I miss him more now than the day he broke up with me, what's wrong with me?"

The only sounds in the room are the ticking of the wall clock and the whooshing in-out of Buck's heavy breathing. Bobby waits until he calms down a bit, until he sits back in his chair again and awaits Bobby's input, looking like he's in anguish over it.

"You know he's not perfect." Bobby feels like he's lobbing a live grenade.

Buck scoffs. "Jesus, Bobby, if anyone knows that right now it's me. But I don't want perfect, I just want Tommy."

The clock ticks. Bobby drinks some more coffee. He waits.

Realization overtakes Buck's face between one blink and the next. "Oh," he says. Bobby smiles, enjoys his coffee, and waits some more.

"Oh!"

There it is.

Buck jumps up, springing to his feet like a cartoon character. "I, I have to go, I gotta - I have to go," he says, all in a rush. "Thanks, Bobby!" he calls over his shoulder before running out the front door, slamming it behind himself. The door opens a crack, just long enough for Buck to call, "Bye Bobby!" into the apartment before he's slamming it closed again. He sounds like a herd of galloping horses running down the hall.

Bobby smiles to himself. He checks the clock - Athena will be home soon, and he feels like whipping up one of her favourites for dinner. He takes the mugs - one empty, one full - into the kitchen and leaves them in the sink while he gets started.

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Anyway.. bucktommy <3

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@pscentral event 35: parallels ↳ chimney han and jake peralta being the same person

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Family portrait. (It was really bugging me how either Nicky or Booker were getting cut out of every edit, so I've properly reunited our immortal family.)

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Reblog and tell me what you think bucktommy’s favorite position is and why.

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In honor of recents posts about buck sitting on Tommy’s dick for the first time, I’d like to add that Tommy tells him to take his time adjusting (he knows he’s big) and buck does, clenching and relaxing into it and swirling his hips and lifting slowly and grinding down and Tommy is sitting so still, mouth open, face flushed and sweaty, a hairsbreadth away from shoving his hips up and coming deep inside his bf but he somehow manages to hold off and when buck notices he starts murmuring fuck you feel so good you’re so good to me god I love this baby you can fuck me

And so Tommy finally grips bucks hips and pushes up deep and hard, starting up a fast rhythm for them and listening to bucks little punched out uhn uhn ah’s.

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can’t stop looking at tommy’s FACE

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buck + facial expressions ↳ 8.03 - final approach

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Soooo... i just found out that New York isn't a city....

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im actually obsessed with the way tommy says “take care evan” right before he leaves to go fly his chopper to vegas.. he says it like a very enthusiastic 5 yr old... TAKE CARE EVAN!

TAKE CARE EVAN!

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Still absolutely mind boggling that Buddie shippers will value a straight character being hced as gay, over actual real representation of a gay man just because they dont like him.

They genuinely act like eddie being hced as gay does more of s service and act for the community than a canonically gay character does, infact they even push Tommy aside when it comes to most things, even arguing that eddie should be included in pride posts despite the fact he is canonically straight.

This just speaks to how little they actually understand or care about queer rep and the queer community.

You have to be a very specific, perfect flavor of queer for them to value you, you have to be perfectly catered towards their tastes and preferences for them to recognize and value your queerness, and if you arent they will discount you and bully you under the guise of justice and its fucking despicable and honestly its quite scary too.

The way that if they dont like something, it’s automatically less queer or less deserving of basic respect is literally an rationalization tactic to make their hate seem more acceptable and deserving

All of this for a fucking straight character i hate this fandom