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may bucktommy have many on screen kisses in the future

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him

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I thought we might really lose him this time.

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Tommy and Buck on a lazy evening after Buck had a rough day at work, commission for Princess <3

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We don’t fight hate with hate

We fight hate with more mpreg

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i will never get over how buck and tommy stepped closer and closer to each other, gravitating towards each other, eventually finding themselves right infromt of each other so close they could probably feel each other's warmth and then they kissed

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Breaking News: I'm head over fins for you!

BuckTommy | 1.6K | Rating: G | Sports AU (Journalist Buck x Swimmer Tommy)

Written for @bucktommyweek day 4: sports au

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Summary:

Tommy's pretty sure he's not supposed to have a favorite journalist but he never told anyone so it's not a big deal. Ever since his first interview with Evan he has felt comfortable and settled and seen; Evan treats him like a person. Evan sees Tommy, not the highly decorated athlete and his medals, and it feels better than he wants to admit.

Evan loves his job and is amazing at it but he's also a charming and friendly person, and he's so easy to be around. They had the chance to spend some time together just before or after an interview, just for a coffee and a quick talk, but Tommy cherishes those brief interactions that have always left him with the need for more, more, more.

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Journalist!Buck x Swimmer!Tommy AU

Here's a little snippet, I'm posting the whole thing in a few hours.

He's pretty sure he's not supposed to have a favorite journalist but he never told anyone so it's not a big deal. Ever since his first interview with Evan he has felt comfortable and settled and seen; Evan treats him like a person. Evan sees Tommy, not the highly decorated athlete and his medals, and it feels better than he wants to admit.

Evan loves his job and is amazing at it but he's also a charming and friendly person, and he's so easy to be around. They had the chance to spend some time together just before or after an interview, just for a coffee and a quick talk, but Tommy cherishes those brief interactions that have always left him with the need for more, more, more.

He's a grown-ass man and he can admit he has a crush on Evan, he's just too scared to do something about it because there's no way someone like Evan would want someone like him. Plus Evan is probably straight - even though Tommy's sure some of their conversations could be considered as flirty - and they have a professional relationship. Or had, past tense, because he's retiring and having his last interview in a few hours.

Of course he's made sure it would be with Evan, because there's no better way to end his professional career than talking about his decision with someone he admires.

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Buck had learned his lesson after what happened with Ravi. Sure, probies needed to learn discipline and how to stay cool under pressure, but firefighting wasn't like other jobs. You had to form genuine bonds and be able to trust one another with your lives.

So when Chim approached him about mentoring the new probie, Greg, Buck jumped at the chance. This was his opportunity to do it right, to be the kind of mentor he wished he'd been before.

"Make Bobby proud," Chim had said, clapping Buck on the shoulder. And Buck intended to do exactly that.

Greg was eager, reminded Buck a little of himself in those early days—all enthusiasm and raw potential, just needing someone to channel it in the right direction. Buck was determined not to let a promising firefighter slip through the cracks on his watch.

Greg was impulsive, but he had good instincts and made it clear that he really respected Buck and valued his guidance. Greg practically lit up when, after work one night, Buck asked if he'd like to go out for a drink.

Buck took him to a badge and ladder bar a few miles from the station. Greg started asking him all kinds of questions about Buck's time at the academy and some of the more outrageous stories he'd heard about him.

"Is it true that you have a Medal of Valor?" Greg asked, leaning forward with interest.

"Uh, yeah. We, uh—well, my ex-boyfriend kind of stole a helicopter and landed it on a capsized cruise ship," Buck said, taking a sip of his beer.

"B-boyfriend?" Greg asked, his eyes widening.

Huh. That was not usually the part of that story that people found particularly interesting.

"Oh yeah, I'm bi," Buck said casually. "You cool with that?" He raised his eyebrows, studying Greg's reaction.

Greg's face flushed slightly. "Yeah, of course. I just...I didn't know. That's...that's really cool, actually."

"So tell me about yourself," Buck said, settling back in his chair. "Are you from California?"

"No, Wisconsin actually. I grew up on a dairy farm," Greg said.

Buck's eyes lit up. "I watched a documentary on the dairy industry! It was fascinating. How many cows do you—"

Suddenly, Greg's lips were on Buck's. Buck froze, completely caught off guard, before pushing him away.

"I'm so sorry! I thought—" Greg started, his face burning red.

It was then that Buck spotted him across the bar. Tommy, standing near the entrance, his face a mask of shock and hurt.

"Hey, Evan. I, uh...well, congratulations. I gotta go," Tommy said, his voice tight.

"Tommy, wait!" Buck called out, jumping up from his seat, but Tommy was already turning toward the door.

"Shit," Buck muttered, leaving Greg sitting there confused as he rushed after his ex-boyfriend. "Tommy! It's not what it looked like!"

But Tommy was already pushing through the crowded bar, moving fast toward the exit.

Buck caught up to him in the parking lot. "Tommy, will you stop? Please!"

"Evan, you've moved on. It's okay," Tommy said, not turning around. "We've been broken up longer than we were together. Your new boyfriend is cute. A little young, maybe, but—"

"Tommy, listen to me," Buck said, grabbing his arm to stop him.

"I only ever wanted you to be happy, Evan," Tommy said, his voice quiet but strained.

"Will you shut up for two seconds?" Buck said, stepping in front of him. "He's not my boyfriend. He's a probie I'm mentoring, and he completely misread the situation."

Tommy finally stopped walking, his eyes searching Buck's face. "What?"

"He kissed me, Tommy. Out of nowhere. I pushed him away immediately," Buck said desperately. "There's no one else. There's never been anyone else since you."

Tommy's expression shifted, confusion replacing the hurt. "But you...you were on a date."

"It wasn't a date!" Buck said, his voice cracking slightly. "I was being a mentor, taking him out for drinks after work. That's it."

"Evan...I...I still can't offer you what you deserve. I want you so much, but you deserve better. Maybe you should go back to the probie," Tommy said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You're an idiot, Tom," Buck said, stepping closer.

Tommy looked stunned.

"I want you. Every broken piece of you," Buck said firmly, his eyes never leaving Tommy's face.

"Evan—"

"No, Tommy. You don't get to tell me what's best for me," Buck interrupted, his voice growing stronger. "I know what I want, and I can make my own decisions. I'm not some kid who needs protecting from your baggage."

Tommy's breath caught. "But what if I hurt you again?"

"Then we'll figure it out," Buck said, reaching out to cup Tommy's face. "But I'd rather risk getting hurt with you than be safe with anyone else. And I hurt you too, Tommy. We can build a real relationship—I know we can. I've already lost too many people. I don't want to lose you."

Tommy's breath caught, his resolve visibly cracking. "Evan..."

"Please," Buck whispered, his thumb stroking across Tommy's cheek. "Just...please. Let's try again. For real this time."

"I'm scared," Tommy said quietly.

"Me too. But things that are worth fighting for are usually scary," Buck said, reaching for Tommy's hand. "Can we go somewhere and talk?"

"What about your probie?" Tommy asked.

"Oh shit," Buck said. "I'll be right back."

Buck rushed back into the bar to the table where Greg was still sitting with his head in his hands.

"Hey, Greg. That wasn't cool, but no hard feelings. I'm gonna pay for your drinks, but I gotta go," Buck said, pulling out his wallet.

"Was that your ex-boyfriend?" Greg asked, looking up miserably.

"Yeah," Buck said with a grin. "But hopefully not for much longer."

"Good luck, and I'm so sorry, Buck. I've just been figuring myself out lately, and you've been so nice, and you told me you were queer, and I..." Greg rambled, his face still red.

"Hey, it's okay, man," Buck said, putting a reassuring hand on Greg's shoulder. "We all make mistakes when we're figuring things out. Just...maybe next time, ask first?"

Greg nodded frantically. "Absolutely. Never again. I promise."

"Good. Now finish your drink and get home safe, okay?"

Greg nodded again and took another sip of his beer as Buck headed back to Tommy.

"Everything okay?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, I just told him there were no hard feelings but to ask before kissing someone," Buck said.

Tommy laughed.

"What's so funny?" Buck asked.

"Well, I didn't exactly ask to kiss you the first time," Tommy said with a grin.

Buck paused, remembering that moment in his kitchen. "That's...that's actually a fair point."

"Though I was pretty sure you wanted me to," Tommy said, his voice softer now.

"I didn't even know I wanted you to," Buck admitted quietly. "You were my...my great big bi awakening. I had no idea what I was feeling until your lips were on mine."

Tommy's expression softened. "And now?"

"Now I know exactly what I want," Buck said, meeting his eyes. "You."

They stood there for a moment, the tension between them shifting from uncertainty to something warmer, more familiar.

"So," Buck said quietly, "where do you want to go to talk?"

"Maybe somewhere public so we don't accidentally just fall into bed with each other," Tommy said.

"Well, you're no fun," Buck said with a mock pout.

"Hey now, I am Mr. Fun," Tommy protested with a grin. "But we already know that we're great at sex. What we need to figure out is if we can actually talk through our problems without getting distracted."

Buck stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I find you very distracting."

Tommy's breath caught, but he held his ground. "See? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Coffee shop. Public. Lots of witnesses."

"Fine," Buck said, though his eyes were still twinkling with mischief. "But we're having one hell of a celebration once we're official again. Nudity required."

"Later," Tommy agreed, his voice rough with promise. "After we actually talk."

They linked their fingers and walked toward Tommy's truck, ready to have the conversations they should have had months ago. Because was their chance to get it right, and both of them knew it was worth fighting for.

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if Eddie make an AITAH Reddit post about the kitchen scene, then many people would think he was an asshole

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WIP Wednesday

tagged at various points (some very old) by @setmeatopthepyre, @geddyqueer, @o0anapher0o, and @leashybebes thank you <3

I am not writing a 1910's historical Titantic adjacent boat AU I keep telling myself. This? This is. Don't worry about it.

(AU where Buck is a ship firefighter aboard a large 1910's era cruise ship and Tommy is the ex-navy First Class passenger who is Not adjusting well to civilian life and the expectations of his upper class family... what could go wrong........)

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"So this is where you've been hiding." Tommy's gotten used to hunting Evan' down on the lower decks of the ship; it's easier for him to get around than for Evan to make his way up to the First Class areas but Evan's sequestered himself in particularly out of the way corner today. It's a wonder Tommy found him at all.

"Sorry, sorry I've just been-" Evan lets out a hiss of frustration, letting the coil of rope and broom he'd had wedged between strong thighs fall to the deck with a dramatic clatter. "-Trying to focus."

Tommy shouldn't find the pinch of frustration between Evan's brows so endearing. Shouldn't want to press his thumb there and smooth it along Evan's brow. Rest his fingers along the splash of Evan's port wine birthmark and feel the flutter of Evan's breath on his palm-

"What're you working on?" Tommy asks, tucking his arms tightly behind his back, an imitation of parade rest he's yet to work out of his system no matter how many cushy days he's set to spend in a passenger's cabin on this voyage.

Evan huffs again, rescuing the coil of rope from the floor and pulling it between his fingers. Tommy watches the slow drag of fibers over Evan's knuckles, the catch and pull of roughened rope over calloused skin. He clears his throat.

"It's just this knot the Captain showed me. I- I really wanted to get it down but," Evan hefts the rope up in a defeated shrug.

"I've done my fair share of rope work," Tommy says slowly, tightens his grip on his own elbows where his hands are still clasped behind his back as Evan peeks at him with wide blue eyes, "maybe I could teach you."

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Oh no I have a horny ask. A million years ago I sent you two asks about things Buck learned he liked after he started sleeping with Tommy. I thought of another one: Buck is fascinated by the fact that he can see/feel solid evidence of just how much he’s turning Tommy on. He knows all the hiding-the-boner-you-just-popped tricks: putting your hands in your pockets, trying to inconspicuously change the way you are sitting, putting a blanket over your lap because you actually want to finish the movie before turning your attention to your insatiable boyfriend, etc. And Buck is so proud of himself when he catches Tommy doing one of these things. And if Tommy’s not trying to be discreet about it, he can feel Tommy’s hard dick pressed against his ass because Tommy ‘accidentally’ brushed up against him when walking by him in the kitchen. It’s just really fun having tangible proof.

buck noticing tommy pulling a pillow to his lap for the first time and his blabbing getting stopped in its tracks and his eyes flicking up to tommy and him seeing the slightest pink on tommy's face. like this is before they even started really having sex, they're taking things very slowly, there are no expectations on either side when they spend their evenings together so buck just preens and asks tommy if he's okay and tommy nods with a hm and buck wants to ask what even got tommy hot and bothered because it's him! it's him! it's something about him! but he doesn't ask, he just bites down on his grin and continues talking

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I need a fic (probably somewhat crackish by nature) of Tommy going to a petting zoo after the breakup (with a cousin who has kids? A coworker who’s tired of his moping? Some secret third reason?) and naturally he can’t stop thinking about Evan because Evan loves the zoo and knows an infinite amount of animal facts off the top of his head.

Tommy’s already feeling a bit fragile—even if he’s the own reason for his broken heart—but as he’s introduced to the different animals he gets to pet (and absolutely does not think about how Evan would have loved it there) he actually listens with rapt attention to the zoo guide, so used to absorbing all of Evan’s facts and stories.

But in the six months they were together—and the forty years Tommy’s been alive—he never learned how many male animals for were called bucks.

He knew about deer, of course. (Though he learns five new fun facts he desperately wishes he could ask Evan if he knew. Wants to tell him he actually got to pet one).

But as they make their way through the petting zoo, with each new buck they’re introduced to—deer and reindeer and rabbits too—Tommy breaks down a little more inside.

One of the rabbit’s is actually named Buck and for a brief moment, Tommy tries to calculate his odds of getting away with animal theft (and he had the nerve to call Evan impulsive?)

By the end of his time at the petting zoo, Tommy’s typed and deleted and retyped a dozen texts to Evan (did he know that male antelopes are also called deer? And will he meet Tommy for coffee?) and sends none of them.

Lies to Tells himself that someday it’ll get easier.

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we've talked about this before, but I love how in 8x11 you can just get the picture of how buck and tommy used to be like in the mornings, and just how easy they settled into it again. how it doesn't even take a second for buck to get his coffee and just hop on the counter, and for tommy to immediately get in front of him. and even though this purely based on acting, you can also tell they were used to morning kisses (or at least that buck was) and it's all just soooo, it warms my heart

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wip wednesday

good morning! would you care for an excerpt from the post-s8 fic in this trying time? as always @weatherwaxed is the wind beneath my wings.

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An hour later Buck found himself in a large open field with a bunch of fratty looking guys, listening to Ravi explain the rules of their particular brand of frisbee golf. “And when you make it into the target, you— hey, Buck, are you listening?” 

He’d been half-listening, half-watching the guys erect weird basket-looking things on poles. “Oh, sorry. Those—those basket things look like gibbets on sticks.”

“What the hell is a gibbet?” Ravi asked. 

“Well, it’s technically the process that’s called gibbetting, it’s what they used to do to prisoners in the Middle Ages. Only then, the cages were usually suspended above the square or something—” 

Ravi placed a finger over Buck’s mouth. “I have brought you out here to tire you out, and then get you drunk, okay? Today is for throwing and running, not gibbeting.” 

“Wait, running? I thought this was just golf but throwing.” 

Ravi grinned. “Not the way we play it.” 

It turned out Ravi was in two frolf leagues—one which was played by the regular “throwing golf” rules, and one which played like frolf was also the world’s most competitive game of tag. After the first few rounds Buck even found himself having fun. The chaos of it, the physics involved made for a fast-paced and sometimes dangerous game. Seven players and any of them could tag any of the others at any time—Buck was too on-edge in a good way to think about Eddie’s phone call. 

By the time the game was done Buck’s clothes were soaked in sweat and he was feeling better than he had in weeks. The getting Buck drunk portion of events turned out to be on the patio of a bar nearby, well away from the other patrons. They ordered pitchers of beer and nachos and Buck found himself, for the first time in years, in a group of people who were not first responders. Apparently Ravi had gone to college—had studied business, even, to please his parents, and then the second he graduated he signed up for the academy. 

These were his frat brothers, believe it or not—Ravi had been treasurer of his fraternity. “So, Buck—you get in on the crazy stuff Ravs tells us about? He’s been kinda tight-lipped lately,” one of them asked. Buck thought his name was Chad. another one—Steve?—punched Chad on the arm. 

“Dude,” he said, darting a glance at Ravi and Buck, who was wearing his most threadbare shirt from the academy. 

It’s fine, Buck was about to say, to smooth the moment over, but Ravi elbowed him. “I’m sorry, guys. We heard about your captain. I’m so sorry for your loss.” Chad said, looking genuinely contrite. 

Ravi shrugged and grabbed his glass. “Thanks. No worries.” 

Buck took his cue and shrugged on Buck 1.0—charming, self-assured. “Well, before Ravi’s time there were some crazy calls. One night I delievered—well, helped deliver, three babies in the same yoga class. It was a full moon.” Predictably the story gets him some admiring remarks, and the conversation switched to the various and sundry yoga instructors they’d all dated. Buck felt hollow where he’d felt so alive the minute before.

The full moon baby yoga didn’t feel like a fun story any more. Bobby had delivered those babies, and then teased him for believing in the full moon. He ended up telling the story about Norman and Lola, and the shark on the freeway, carefully eliding the parts of the stories that got too close to Bobby, making Chim or Hen or Eddie more heroic in his place. It felt like a betrayal. 

He knew Ravi could tell he was doing it, but mercifully, he didn’t comment. Explaining some of the stories required talking about the myriad ways the 118 were connected in on itself. Chim married to Buck’s sister, Athena godmother to Mara, Buck being Chris’ legal guardian if Eddie died. Ravi looked stupefied at that one. 

“He what? Doesn’t Eddie have sisters in LA?” Buck shrugged. Another guy—Stanley? laughed. 

“I swear to god, man, half the time I thought Ravs was making this shit up. But hearing confirmation, damn. Who needs a k-drama?”

Buck laughed reflexively. How many times had he heard some version of that sentence? Your life is like a soap opera. You guys are like a k-drama. The 118 should have its own wing at the hospital. 

That night, at home—at the home that was his for a week longer—he poured himself an ill-advised nightcap and let himself think about Bobby, with Planet Earth playing in the background. He’d gone to Bobby for so much advice: how to tie a tie, how to be an adult, how to recover from loss. Bobby wasn’t there to help Buck deal with losing him. What would Bobby do, in this situation? 

What even was the situation, he asked himself as he cracked open another beer. He still had thirty-six on his seventy-two; he could stand a little hangover. 

So, the situation: Eddie wanted Buck out in a week. Eddie didn’t seem to think it was an imposition, to ask this of Buck. Buck had a place to go to, thanks to Ravi. That particular problem—the problem of Buck’s impending homelessness—had been solved. 

But the more Buck thought about it, as David Attenborough told him about the life cycle of the sloth. The real problem was more nebulous than where Buck was going to live. The real question, one Bobby would never again be able to answer for him, was how was Buck supposed to be a person? As he settled into the couch, his phone dangling from his hand, he thought about Bobby telling him Tommy is good people. He’s good for you. And then letting everyone play keepaway with his phone, encouraging the baking as a coping mechanism. His last, most disloyal thought before passing out was—maybe I should think about what Bobby should have done.

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wip wednesday

tagged over the last couple of days by @setmeatopthepyre and @trombonechurchill. here's some more wish baby. aka even when tommy tries to use his words he mostly just puts his foot in his mouth. it's okay bud, we'll get you there.

"C-can I hold him?"

"Evan. Of course."

Evan's so careful, but so confident too, as he reaches out, takes the baby into his arms. It looks so easy for him.

"God, look at him. He has your chin."

"Poor little bastard," Tommy says instead of falling to the floor and weeping at how good Evan looks with a baby in his arms. "At least he got your eyes."

Evan gets that look on his face that he always used to before he said something outrageously flirty.

Instead, he asks, "Did you think of any names?"

"Oh," Tommy says. "No. No, I didn't—I'm gonna level with you, I'm pretty mercilessly hungover right now."

That startles a laugh out of Evan and the baby stirs in his arms, cooing in response.

"I also—" Tommy clears his throat. It doesn't help. "I wasn't sure what you'd want to do."

"What do you mean?" Evan hasn't taken his soft, adoring eyes off the baby's face.

He's going to have to say it, Tommy realizes. God, Sal was right. The easy way out just isn't an option anymore.

"I don't—I can't imagine you want to raise a child with me, Evan."

Evan looks up at that, his eyes wide with something that looks like fear.

"I—okay, but…I can still—I can still see him sometimes, right?"

"Wait, what? That's not—Evan, that's not what I meant."

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