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occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

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fuck it friday

tagged by @ambernotember

A piece of the fic @liminalmemories21 and I are noodling away on recently, the superpowers au. Enjoy some Ravi.

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Ravi's on the phone, tying up the end of a conversation, and Buck isn't trying to listen in.  He's not.  At all.  Because that's rude and an invasion of privacy, and he has learned his lesson about that already.  But when his mind drifts he loses control -- one of the things Ravi's been designing exercises for him to work on -- so really this is Ravi's fault.

He’s honestly just idly listening to the cadence of Ravi’s voice; he’s clearly talking to a girlfriend (boyfriend? Nonbinary partner?), and he sounds a little besotted. Buck’s planning on teasing him about that.  And then he hears someone who is very clearly May say, "Love you too.  See you tonight?"

And sits up straight, because just what?  WHAT?

Waits until Ravi’s in normal human earshot before he says, "Does Athena know?"

“Does Athena know what?” Ravi asks, and if Buck hadn’t just literally heard him saying good bye to May, promising to make her breakfast, he’d have doubted himself, but he had, so.  He raises his eyebrow at Ravi and points at his ear.

Ravi glares.  “That’s an abuse of power.”

 Buck can't hold in the cackle.  "And, that's my sister you're dating."

"She's not your sister."

"She's not not my sister."

Ravi turns on his heel to pick up his clipboard of the day with dignity.  "I regret all my decisions?"

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Tommy stretches out on the couch, book in hand, when Buck appears at his side. After exactly two seconds of consideration, Buck makes his move—clambering onto the couch from the far end and beginning an insistent, wriggling advance into the slim gap between Tommy and the back cushions.

Tommy endures a moment before lowering his book with an exasperated sigh. “Alright, big boy,” he says, eyeing the human wedge currently inching to displace him. “What’s the play here? You aiming to shove me off, or just wanna share the space?”

“Share,” Buck mumbles, still mid-squirm.

Fondly rolling his eyes, Tommy shifts just enough to open his arm in invitation. Buck immediately collapses into the space, pressing close and tucking his face against Tommy’s neck with a satisfied exhale.

“You know,” Tommy points out, fingers already carding through Buck’s curls, “you could’ve just asked.”

Buck nuzzles closer, voice muffled into Tommy’s skin. “Where’s the fun in that? Gotta work for what I want.”

Tommy huffs. “You call this working for it?”

“Hey, mission accomplished.” Buck’s grin is audible as he settles in. “Got exactly where I wanted to be.”

Shaking his head with a quiet laugh, Tommy presses a kiss to Buck’s temple and reaches for the abandoned book. Some things are too sweet to protest—especially when they leave him this warm, this perfectly content.

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sometimes there are stories i care about so much i periodically look at the comments like "yes, good, everyone is having correct opinions and appreciating this story an appropriate amount :) i'll check back in later"

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Uncle Tommy.

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Tommy knows the moment he wakes up. Turning on his left, he traces the side of Evan's hand with his eyes, and then with the tip of his thumb.

"Remember when I held your hand for the first time?" he whispers, smiling. "You couldn't decide if you were gripping too tightly and kept trying to adjust the angle, until I let go and let you take my hand instead. Then it was perfect."

With a sigh and a smile, he leans forward and kisses Evan's brow, right on the birthmark, and slides his hand under Evan's, lacing their fingers together.

"You just have to wait a little," Tommy promises. His throat closes and his chest feels tight. "I won't take long."

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Jee is the one who finds them, Uncle Tommy tucked against Uncle Buck, hand in hand, both of them fully still and silent.

She cries as she calls her mom and brother, composes herself enough to tell Mara to tell her moms, and then sits with Jabba the Mutt on the porch and cries into his graying fur.

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this be the verse bucktommy | 16k | M

"Am I dreaming?" Buck asks. "Or did I finally snap?" Ghost-Bobby shrugs. "Maybe your subconscious wanted an avatar for the advice you're trying to get." Three weeks into their second try at a relationship, Tommy's dad dies. Buck tags along to see the place and the people that made him.

a @fandomtrumpshate fill for @dharmaavocado. dharma, thank you so much for bidding on me, for prompting this, and for giving me the creative vision to smash several of my favorite tommy headcanons together to build this fic (and for your patience while i worked and reworked this several times over!)

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Tommy stands with Evan in front of a Craftsman. He’s not sure he loves the boring, earthy tones but knowing Evan, he’s already imagined a thousand different ways to spruce it up. 

This is the fifth house they’ve looked at today and the headache forming at the base of his skull is urging him to finally just say yes to one. A voice in the back of his mind tells him he’s running out of time.

He looks at the covered porch and the decent sized yard and tries to picture a life here: coming home to Evan every day. His husband inevitably bringing home a stray animal, or three. Bringing home a baby, with tiny fingers and toes and Evan’s eyes. Watching their kids grow up. Growing old together.

Evan laces his fingers with Tommy’s, his hand burning against Tommy’s. Why’s he so cold? “I could see this being our forever home. It’s got good bones.”

It’s got good bones. Deja vu claws at the inside of Tommy’s brain. He really needs to take something for his growing headache.

Tommy laughs. “That is does, Evan.”

Evan tilts his head, furrowing his brow. He laughs, but it sounds wrong to Tommy’s ears somehow. “Since when do you call me, Evan?” 

The pain is growing brighter now, like flames licking at his skull. This is all wrong, but he can’t say why.

Evan walks toward the house. On the porch, he turns back to look at Tommy. “Are you coming?”

Tommy starts to follow, hears more than feels glass crunching under his feet. He sways, closes his eyes against the wave of vertigo that hits him.

He holds onto consciousness just long enough to think, where is that goddamn music coming from?

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It’s just past midnight and somebody’s pounding on Tommy’s door. He opens the door to find Evan, his eyes red-rimmed and brimming with unshed tears. His face lights up and as if on instinct, he takes a few steps toward Tommy before his expression drops and he leans in Tommy’s doorway.

“Are you drunk? Did you drive here?” Tommy looks past Evan, but doesn’t spot his jeep.

“I may have had a few beers, but that’s besides the point. I took an Uber from the bar.” He looks at the ground. “My date left me.”

“You should go home, Buck.”

Evan’s head snaps up. He digs a finger into Tommy’s sternum. “Don’t call me that.” He clutches Tommy’s henley. “What happened to us? I thought we were good. Solid, you know?”

Tommy’s not drunk enough for this conversation. “Sometimes things just don’t work out.”

Evan pouts. “No. I don’t believe that. We—our relationship, it had good bones.”

It had good bones? Tommy bites back a smile. It’s been a month since they broke up, but he’s still as hopelessly in love. It doesn’t change the fact that he was what was broken in their relationship.

“I just want to talk. Please.”

Tommy sighs and turns back into the house. He looks back at Evan, still standing on his porch like a lost puppy. “Are you coming?”

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Tommy’s head is pounding. His vision swims. His ears ring. The smell of gasoline fills his nostrils. He nearly retches.

He thinks somebody’s calling his name, but they sound as if they’re underwater. He can’t hear anything over the song blaring. He moves on instinct to turn the radio down, but he’s pinned in place. Oh. He’s in his truck. He closes his eyes and tries to remember where he was headed.

The sound of shattered glass brings him back to consciousness and a familiar face fills his vision. “Buck?” he croaks. “What—?”

He attaches the Jaws to the door of Tommy’s truck. “That’s Evan to you asshole,” he grounds out. “You were in an accident. But we’re going to get you out. You’re going to be okay.” He wrenches the door open. “You don’t get to die on me, do you hear me?” Evan cradles Tommy’s face in his hands before he’s being pulled away by Hen and Howie. He prays this isn’t the last time he sees Evan, face stricken and staring down at his hands saturated with Tommy’s blood.

Howie shines a light into his eyes as Hen checks his pulse. “How’s that fat head of yours?”

He groans.

“Sounds about right. Just stay with us, alright?”

The last thing he hears is Bobby yelling, “let’s get him on that gurney.”

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silly buck

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I love how it appears that Tommy is the grounded, well-adjusted foil to Buck's devil-may-care adrenaline junkie, but I also have to remind myself that Tommy was the guy who was asked to steal a helicopter and fly it into a category 5 hurricane on a hunch, and he was like, "yeah, cool, let's go."

Buck probably thinks Tommy's a rational, responsible adult, because he's so considerate and he owns a house and he's so methodical when he takes Buck apart in bed and he's got a 401k and a Roth IRA account. The helicopter heist flight was definitely an outlier.

But eventually he learns the truth: Tommy's batshit insane.

Like, they're hanging in bed one morning and Buck's on his phone trying to solve the math riddle Hen sent him, and he laments the loss of his lightning-enhanced skills. And Tommy, turning the page on the WWI biography he's reading, absently says, "At least you got them. All I got was 30% hearing loss in my left ear."

Buck slowly lowers his phone and demands an explanation, and Tommy, still focused on his book, tells him about when he was struck by lightning. Both times. The second time he was in the middle of a hoist and winch rescue trying to get to the captain of a sunk fishing boat in the middle of open ocean during a storm. Tommy holds his place in his book with his thumb and shows Buck the picture Lucy took of his Lichtenberg burn—it spans the entirety of his back and goes halfway down his arms. Buck stares at it, stunned, then takes the phone and book out of Tommy's hands, tosses them on the floor, and proceeds to suck Tommy's brain out through his dick.

The first time Buck goes to see Tommy at Harbor, Tommy is still en route back from a call, so Buck gets to talking to two people named Nico and Dana who've worked with Tommy since he arrived. Buck sheepishly apologizes for putting Tommy in such a dangerous position with the hurricane.

Nico and Dana look at each other and snort. Nico puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and is like, "Dude, that is not the craziest thing Kinard's ever done. That's not the craziest thing he's done this year."

They tell him about his legendary but batshit NATOPS check maneuvers and how no one's ever been able to figure out how he can do a barrel roll in low altitude in a transport bird.

They tell him about the time he and Donato were called to a high-rise gas explosion, and they casevac'd an unconscious, pregnant woman who ended up going into labor. Tommy got back there and, with the power of WikiHow on his side, delivered a healthy baby girl halfway to LA General.

They tell him about the time he sustained a concussion while landing a malfunctioning helicopter in the baseball field of a middle school, and yet somehow found the strength to host an impromptu AMA to three hundred kids about what being a pilot's like while he munched on tater tots and waited for a rescue.

They tell him about the time he was flying with a probie at night in an area with uncharted power lines that got tangled in the rotor, and how he slung the probie under his arm like a tote bag and dove out of the helicopter right before it exploded.

They tell him about the time Tommy and Nico were called to a cliffside mansion where some foreign dignitary's daughter was being held hostage. Tommy ended up HRSTing out of the helicopter and onto the scene, and then proceeded to beat the hell out of the guy, get himself stabbed, and give the SWAT team so much shit when they arrived that the 217 has an honorary table every year at the Backdraft Ball.

When Tommy finally shows up and disembarks, Dana's halfway through a story about the time they were all called to Shasta County to help with the Carr Fire in 2018, and as soon as Buck sees him over Dana's shoulder, he shouts, "You flew into a fire tornado?!"

Tommy's expression goes a little hunted and he holds up his hands placatingly, like, "In my defense, I tried to find another way around it—"

And Dana's like, "The fuck you did. You looked me dead in the eye and said, 'You know what would be funny?' And then you banked right into the whirl."

"It's not like you tried to stop me," Tommy says accusingly, ignoring the way the side of his head is starting to smoke from the intensity of Buck's stare.

"Well, no, you were right: it was funny," Dana says with a shrug.

That night, Buck rides Tommy slow and vicious and makes him recount every detail of the fire whirl flight before he'll let Tommy come, and the entire time he grips Tommy's head and forces him to hold Buck's gaze and thinks, I can't believe I ever thought you were normal. You're insane, you're out of your mind, you're perfect, you're perfect, you're perfect for me.

In the afterglow, practically humming with satisfaction, Buck bites playfully at Tommy's chest and says, "So this is what Lucy meant when she texted me that you and I match each other's crazy. Hell, after everything you've done, I think the only thing left to check off your list is, like, aliens."

And Tommy's entire body freezes and he falls very silent very suddenly. Buck lifts his head to stare at him, like, "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Evan, for legal reasons, I need you to change the subject."

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When Tommy wakes up, it's still dark out, he's hot and sweating, and he's pretty sure he's about to fall off the bed. Or, get pushed off the bed. He takes a second to gather his bearings, and then he notices that his boyfriend's head is right next to his own. On Tommy's pillow.

Evan is plastered against him, his skin so hot against Tommy's, they're both under the duvet, and he's crowding into Tommy's space so much, Tommy is at the edge of the bed. Another inch and he'll be on the floor.

He smiles and rolls his eyes, already used to how cuddly Evan is. He tries to gently push him away, to the middle of the bed at least, but Evan just makes a disapproving sound and burrows his head further into Tommy's pillow. Tommy tries to shove him, a little less gentle, but to no effect.

"Baby," he tries, shaking his arm a little. "I hate to wake you, but I need you to move."

"Mm, no." Evan says, eyes still closed. Tommy's not sue he actually woke up.

"You're on my pillow," Tommy tries to push him away again, as gentle as possible.

"'S more comfortable," Evan mumbles, wrapping his arms tighter around Tommy. A laugh bubbles out of Tommy's chest.

"You're so adorable, but I'm almost on the floor. You wanna switch pillows?"

"Nah, yours will be more comfy anyway." Evan says, a smile playing at his lips.

"Uh-huh. So it's not about the pillow?" Tommy asks teasingly, though he knows, he's known before he woke him up.

"I wanna be close to you," Evan whines, fingers digging into Tommy's skin like he's afraid he was gonna leave.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," Tommy chuckles, presses a kiss to his forehead. "But could we maybe move a little? I'm about to fall off the bed," he says quietly, amused, running his fingers through Evan's sleepy curls.

"God, you're so needy," Evan mutters, teasing, and Tommy wants to laugh. He doesn't, though, just gently pushes at Evan once again, and this time he goes, shuffles to the middle of the bed — but grabs at Tommy's arm to bring him closer.

"I'm here, relax," Tommy says, moving right next to him, until there's not an inch of space between their bodies. He's still hot and Evan being so close isn't helping, so tries to kick the sheets off, but Evan protests that, too. "Don't tell me you're actually cold."

"I'm not, but I like being covered. Can I sleep now?"

"I guess I'll be sweating, then," Tommy shakes his head, presses a kiss to Evan's hair.

"Tommy," Evan starts, but then opens his eyes, gives him a displeased look, and shuffles the covers around until he's only half covered, on one side by the duvet, on the other by Tommy. And Tommy's uncovered and finally a little cooler, only heat coming from Evan's skin. "Better?"

"Yeah," Tommy responds, watching as Evan makes himself comfortable again, still sharing Tommy's pillow, tucking his head under Tommy's.

"So sleep now," he says, getting comfortable and muttering something about waking him up for no reason.

"Yessir," Tommy chuckles, wrapping his arm around his man. "I love you," he whispers, though he thinks Evan is back asleep already. But then he hears a quiet, barely audible response.

"Love you." Evan mutters, fingers grabbing onto Tommy's forearm, like he never wants him to move away. Tommy has no intention to. He's right where he's supposed to be, and he'll stay here forever. With this pillow-hogging cuddle machine, with a really tight grip even in his sleep. He'll gladly wake up in the middle of the night due to almost falling off the bed for the rest of his life, as long it's with Evan.

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YAY

lou please the dash needs you so bad

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commission

for @buffaluff ✨thank you ✨

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lou!!!!!!!!!!!!

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hi, v! if you're still open to prompts, can i request one with topless tommy back-hugging topless buck and kissing the top of his spine? love your gorgeous gorgeous art 🫶

I'm never going to stop drawing them sleeping aren't I 😶‍🌫️