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37 pls? 👀

pretend i've engaged with literally any vampire media since buffy, i guess 👀 (unless dracula daily counts). ALSO pretend this didn't accidentally run to like 1000+ words, what the hell.

It's almost a joke, really. A vampire who hates the taste of blood. Tommy's a loner - all vamps are if they have any sense, not so much because of safety anymore, but because they're territorial and temperamental - but he's run with enough clans over the decades, had enough contact with others to know it's not like that for everyone. He's heard people rhapsodize about the taste of honey and life and sunlight, which - he doesn't get how two thirds of that taste like anything. But to him, blood tastes like sucking on a penny. 

He's not an idiot - he needs it, he's not going to deny himself, especially when the twenty-first century is home to such civilized ways of getting it, but he's never going to lose his mind over it. He craves it if he goes too long without, but in the way he remembers craving food as a human, not the way he - very vaguely - remembers craving the taste of his mother's mutton stew. He's wondered a few times if that's what's kept him from going feral over the years. Maybe the idea of tearing throats out left and right would hold more appeal if blood tasted like ambrosia and whipped cream or whatever the fuck Sal was going on about for those few years they ran together in the forties.

But regardless, it's been a week, and Tommy has an appointment at the bank. It's not the kind of hidden away place that he and others like him used to be forced to frequent. It's a welcoming building, staffed by a mix of humans and vamps where humans can volunteer their services. Volunteer is a misnomer, though - people get paid. Tommy doesn't know the details of it, but he understands it's very satisfying. There are health checks, rules, security. Limits on donations. It's not enough to live on, but it's a nice supplement for a lot of people.

From the average vampire's perspective, it's pretty perfect - there are forms to fill out to state your preference in humans: gender, age, diet, things like that. Tommy always just checks any, but for a nominal fee (nominal relative to a couple centuries of accumulated wealth, anyway) he has a regular supply of blood and all he has to do is metaphorically pinch his nose and try not to taste it. It works for the humans, too, and not just the ones that get paid - rogue vamp attacks are at an all time low, and the sense of safety in the general populace has probably never been higher. Tommy wouldn't know. He tends to avoid the general populace whether it's human or vamp or anything else.

He checks in, scans the paperwork, signs off on Buckley, Evan, 28, no regular medication, non-smoker, occasional drinker, omnivorous diet and gets directed to one of the private rooms.

Buckley, Evan, 28 etc. etc., is already there, sitting cross-legged on the padded chaise and reading a book with an expression of concentration on his face. He looks up when Tommy opens the door and Tommy thinks, oh, beautiful. He's as big as Tommy - never mind that Tommy could throw him through the wall one handed if the mood took him - and he has stunning blue eyes, a splash of pinkish-red above one of them, and they crinkle in the corner as he smiles.

"Hi there. I'm Evan. Buck's fine, though."

Tommy tries not to wrinkle his nose. He's aware it makes him a rank hypocrite, but the human obsession with nicknames has always eluded him.

"Hi, Evan. I'm Tommy."

Evan folds down a corner of the page he was on and tosses his book aside, shrugging out of his zip-up sweatshirt to reveal a short-sleeved, slightly threadbare tee underneath. It leaves little to the imagination, and Tommy has a very vivid imagination.

"Elbow or wrist, pick your poison," Evan says, offering one arm. 

Tommy takes a seat next to him. Throat is quickest and would be his preference - get it over with before the taste can register too much - but it's frowned upon.

"Elbow," Tommy says, and cradles Evan's arm in his hands. He's so warm. So soft despite the muscle. He lowers his head and pauses. "Paperwork said non-smoker."

And look, he doesn't care, not really. It's not going to make it taste any better or worse, but if Evan's lied on his paperwork and something happens, Tommy could be liable.

"Firefighter," Evan says. "Sorry. I showered a bunch, but it lingers. And I guess with your sense of smell…"

"Yeah," Tommy says. "Okay."

He runs his thumb over the soft skin on the inside of Evan's elbow, lets his fangs descend. He feels Evan shiver, and it must be a reflex because the sour tang of fear completely fails to fill the room.

"On three," he says, and hears Evan chuckle.

"That's sweet. Thank you."

Tommy doesn't say that it's largely for his own benefit, to psych himself up for the awful taste to flood his mouth.

"One. Two. Three."

His fangs pierce the soft, pale skin and - 

He's -

In paradise.

He pulls away after the tiniest taste, looks up at Evan with wild eyes. Evan looks…concerned.

"You okay, big guy?"

"That - " Tommy says, the word coming out misshapen and slurred around his fangs, around that taste. "You taste - "

"Uh - should I - should I call somebody?"

"No!" Tommy's aware he said it too quickly, too emphatically. "You taste incredible."

"Oh." Evan looks weirdly pleased by that. 

"Set - set the timer," Tommy says. He never needs a timer. He has it down to a fine art - choke it down for long enough to sustain him until next time and get out, but - god, he'd take every drop if he could. He'd drown in that taste if he could.

"Already did," Evan says. "Clock's ticking."

Tommy groans and falls against him, his mouth returning to the pin-pricks of red at his elbow, lets himself bite harder, until that flavor bursts over his tongue again. And he gets it. He gets it. Sunshine and sugar and sex and heat and a thousand indescribable things. Buckley, Evan, 28, etc. is not only the most handsome creature Tommy's seen in decades, he also tastes like everything he's ever heard people rave about. 

The clock is ticking, and Tommy drinks and drinks and drinks, more in one go than he has in years, knows he's lost, knows he has to have this for the rest of Evan's life.

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No, you don't get it. Their eyes were sparkling during the breakup.. one of them was saying, "I love you, stay forever", and the other was saying, "I love you, so I can't stay" BUT NEITHER OF THEM ACTUALLY SAID IT.

: Ma'am this is a McDonald's drive thru What. Can. I. Get. You.

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Tommy should have been railed on the table until his legs gave up right after that line

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Tommy should have been railed on the table until his legs gave up right after that line

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can you hear me SCREAMING???

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thought of the day: buck still bakes after he and tommy get back together, but now it isn't a form of distraction. it's something he can do with tommy together on their days off. he swears his baking has tasted better then ever now because it is no longer filled with loneliness, but now filled with love and comfort, the way it was meant to be all along

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I don’t usually make posts like this but can we all agree it’s absolutely insane that there’s “journalists” who get open access to the actors and screeners that are actively antagonizing bucktommy shippers on Twitter rn. Like genuine professionals. This is their actual, literal job. And right now there’s 2 of them currently going after bucktommy shippers completely unprovoked. Genuinely, seriously wtaf. It’s just crazy to me that we’re supposedly the insane ones for shipping a canon couple. Like what alternate universe did I jump into

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"You already know that I'm interested."

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my take on buck and athenas relationship is that it's less a mother/son dynamic and more like when ur a step parent to a kid that was already grown when you married their dad. like this full grown man does not need me to be his mommy but he's my husband's son and is important to me for that reason. like athena has been a strong encouraging figure in bucks life but never to the familial extent as bobby. that's her husband's son

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the neurodivergent experience:

20% of the time: wowwieee!!! i love my passions and interests!!!!! they make me so happy i want to jump up and down!!!!! weee!!!!!!! :3333333333

80% of the time: this mind is a prison

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from tommy's narrow perspective, rejection isn't a deterrent for buck: when he's set on something, he pursues it — doubles down on it, even weighted down by a bruised ego. buck was told he wasn't ready for a public outing, was left abruptly on the sidewalk, and he still asked tommy for that coffee date to plead his case.

i don't think tommy ever expected buck to chase after him that night, but a part of him probably hoped for it anyway, desperate to be proven wrong again, and inaction might as well be confirmation in his eyes: he gave buck time and distance to reexamine their whole relationship and silence was his answer. the guy who fights for what he wants doesn't want to fight for him. ergo buck never truly wanted a future with him, their weeks apart were sobering, and tommy made the right call, can trust his own judgment. vindicated in the worst myopic of ways.

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Evan and Tommy Theme (played after first kiss) piano cover. I'm figuring it out by ear so taking me time.

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Because of Buck being all defensive about Maddie calling Tommy Eddie’s friend I’m picturing an AU in which that IS the case and Eddie and Tommy are old army buddies

Tommy moving to LA to fly for the LAFD after being a pilot for some other fire department and now he’s hanging out with Eddie all the time and Buck is being super prickly about it but at the same time he can’t work out why Eddie’s friend makes him feel this way

Tommy being immediately smitten with Buck but not knowing if he’s even into guys and not wanting to put the moves on Eddie’s new best friend

Eddie being super oblivious and having a great time because yay two boy besties✨ and totally missing all the Gay Yearning that is going on

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I wouldn't call myself a Tommy apologist.

More of a 'there are reasons why he acts the why he does' interpreter.

Or a 'Tommy deserves to be loved with all of his flaws' protector.

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"you can't pick and choose what you like from canon" common misconception! yes you can

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@118dailydrabble for day 92 prompt boil ❤︎ rated: m ❤︎ pair: buck/tommy

Tommy was sitting on the countertop, Buck snug between his thighs as they made out.

Buck would never forget Tommy's deep, breathy groan when he’d lifted him up there.

He wanted to pull forty more of those out of Tommy, in escalating volume, until he made him come.

Dinner hissed and boiled over, interrupting them.

“The broccoli!”

“Oh no,” Tommy deadpanned, hair disheveled. “Not the broccoli.”

Buck laughed. “Don’t move, okay?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

Buck shut the burner off. He walked back, playfully grabbing two handfuls of Tommy’s ass and sliding him towards the counter’s edge. Buck picked him up, feeling a thrill as Tommy’s pupils visibly dilated, legs squeezing around him. “Dessert first,” Buck murmured.

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In the breakup scene I love how, after the initial shock, Tommy's main concern is to apologise for unintentionally calling Buck a Himbo. Tommy probably had questions and other things on his mind but no. He wanted to make sure Buck knew that Tommy didn't think of him that way. He knew that Buck being Buck would feel bad about himself if his boyfriend thought he really was a himbo still, but Tommy was quick to reassure him that he doesn't.