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[dani-r]

Loco, franja. Franja morada toma Derecho. Franja.morada.

- "como está todo con las universidades?" -'franja tomó una facultad".

-"y si sale bien?" -"franjamoradatomaderecho"

Se viene ese estudiantazo con todo, che. 🔥

[catmomjudy]

Lovely. And pretty much how I think that opening scene is going to play out:

Cold (Warm?) Open

7x10 Coda | BuckTommy date + Bobby call | T

Starts cute and then I rip your heart out 🙃😘 sorryyyyy

NP tags 💖 @tizniz @hippolotamus

���Not to be a U-Haul lesbian but if you keep cooking like that every time, I’m gonna have to ask you to move in.” Tommy said, bringing the glass of wine to his lips once more.

Buck almost choked on his own wine as he ducked his head and laughed nervously. “Don’t tempt me ‘cause I’ll say yes.”

Buck lifted his eyes to reach Tommy’s, half hopeful in spite of him. They both knew it would be too soon, but Buck’s emotional baggage and fear of abandonment still rang a clear ‘what if’ in his head. Though they may have been joking, Evan’s eyes betrayed him, as if to say ‘I’m serious. If you ask me now, I’ll say yes.’

“Interesting.” Tommy answered, gaze lingering. His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth curled upwards slowly, tightly from atop his wine glass, a shield between them. His eyes said something as well, ‘Not now, but soon.’

The air now hung heavy, promise being held back by the fear of spooking the other, overshadowed by immense desire and suffocating devotion. Buck was so giddy he could burst.

“Be-besides, many lasagnas were sacrificed for this skill. The cooking, I mean.”

“Aaah so that was the smell here the other night.” Tommy laughed. His nose scrunched up and Buck could melt. Just like that, the tension was gone. Buck squirmed in his seat all the same, like his skin was too tight, except he loved it. With Tommy, Buck felt exposed in the best way, like every nerve was a string on an instrument, every touch a new note in a new melody. It made him feel so alive.

They ate, and they talked, kicked their feet under the table. Fingers lingered upon fingers, pinkies touching in a whisper of a touch only to momentarily satisfy the itch of being apart. Their chairs pulled closer as they leaned in further in their conversation, and their wine glasses emptied and filled up, and emptied and filled up. Every moment they inched closer without noticing, knuckles now brushing against the side of a thigh, or fingers idly tracing up a forearm.

Soon, they were so close they could feel each other’s air. Buck broke first, a small satisfied groan escaping him when he finally closed the distance between Tommy and him.

It wasn’t long before Tommy pulled Buck into his lap, the chair wincing slightly in protest. Hands soon found purchase everywhere they could: hair, neck, shoulder blade, ass cheek. Dirty dinner plates and near empty wine glasses were now abandoned for desert. Perfectly sweet and with just enough bite, Tommy tasted exquisite.

Things heated up fast, becoming sloppy and needy and everything Buck needed to be right now. He felt the burning shape of Tommy’s massive hands under his shirt, dipping into the back of his pants, gripping at hard flesh. Every slight rock of their bodies together punched little gasps out of Buck, like he’d forgotten how to breathe properly.

“I can’t fuck you in this chair.” Tommy grunted between two biting kisses, sounding lost. His eyes were swimming in Buck’s, pupils blown wide.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go up to my bed.” Buck dove in for another deep kiss, tongue rolling and swirling against Tommy’s own, and then another, and another. They were unable to tear away from each other, even as they made their way to the stairs and up the loft. They’d reached the top when Buck’s phone started to ring from where he’d left it on the kitchen island.

They let it ring until it stopped, hands going to buttons and belts. Then, Tommy’s phone started ringing, which gave them pause for the first time that night.

“Whoever’s trying to reach you seems adamant. I better answer.”

Reluctantly, Buck let Tommy trot back down the stairs to pick up his offending phone.

“Go for Kinard.”

Buck made his way down the stairs and plastered himself softly behind Tommy, hugging him loosely as his fingers toyed with the hem of Tommy’s shirt.

“Okay. Yeah. Which one?” Tommy placed his free hand on top of Buck’s, soothing and stopping him at the same time. “Okay. We’re on our way.”

Buck froze then. Something was wrong. Tommy sighed and hung his head. From the back, Buck couldn’t see his expression, but he felt the tensing in his back, like hackles raising.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“That was Hen. Bobby… something happened, he and Athena are in the hospital. She’s fine but Bobby, it’s… it’s not good.”

If Buck were made of glass, there would be a very apparent crack going through him head to toe right about now. Gears started turning in his head, but with absolutely no coordination. Usually in a crisis, he could tell the order of things, which questions to ask and when. Now, he felt like a mess of Christmas lights, unable to see the beginning or the end of the cable for the tangle in between.

“Hey, hey hey stay with me Evan, don’t go there yet.” Tommy took hold of Buck’s shoulder, searching for his gaze in eyes that now stared at nothing. “I’m taking you to the hospital, I’m driving. I’ll grab you a coat, just put your shoes on I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Tommy?”

Tommy stopped, looked back eyes wide at his boyfriend. Buck looked so small, his eyes rimmed red and threatening to spill with tears.

“Bobby’s not just my captain, y’know?” Buck’s voice sounded strangled, like wrestled from deep within. “He’s pretty much my dad, I-I can’t lose him.” He looked so scared.

Tommy’s eyes softened and filled with sadness as he grabbed Buck into a big hug, squeezing him tight and bringing Buck’s face into his chest.

“You won’t, baby. You won’t.” Tommy murmured softly as he held Buck, promising that also to himself, hoping that luck once again favoured them tonight and that Bobby would be okay, that Buck would be okay.

[hisbucky]

Chris: So you're gonna date my dad? Tommy: Huh? No, I'm just friends with Eddie - Chris: Not dad dad. My other dad. Tommy, blinking: ...Evan? Chris, scrunches his nose: Who the fuck is Evan?

[thestarwarslesbian]

Phillip: You are not good enough for my son. Tommy: You’re not good enough for your son. Phillip: Excuse me? Tommy: You heard me.

[buckslafdhoodie]

as a gay guy, buck and tommy’s relationship feels like a breath of fresh air.

like, yes, there are so many relationships that are friends to lovers, 5-10+ years of slow buildup, painful unrequited moments, months of silence from a bad miscommunication, etc etc

but there are also relationships like Tommy and Evan, a match in a tinderbox that settles into a campfire. They communicate effectively (not perfectly, but they’re both at a point in life where they can take a few days and come back to each-other to talk things out and see things from each-other’s side), they’re OBVIOUSLY comfortable with each other, understanding of the risks of their job, and most importantly to me?

they. talk.

it’s not just physical intimacy or “the look”, they actively have conversations, they listen and RESPOND, they meet vulnerability with vulnerability and conversations flow and change like they’ve known each other for years, not months!

many people probably aren’t used to seeing those sorts of relationships, especially between two grown men, but god are they real and so so beautiful and i’m glad for these two characters so much every day.

[theredrenard]

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[parrishjeanna]

Okay just watched Natalia run away because Buck is an all in kind of guy. And the fact Tommy’s second date is Maddie’s Wedding and Buck coming out to everyone and he’s just like yeah sure let’s go all in. They match each others freak so well I’m crying! You shouldn’t change who you are just to keep someone around.

[catmomjudy]

I couldn’t resist. Every time I see this photo on someone’s post, I see that damned heart. Maybe this will get it out of my system.

[bucksboobs]

Hey 👋 I just met you 🫵 and this is crazy 🤪 but my sister’s getting married 👰 come with me maybe🤷‍♂️

[fishelfe]

Firefly 🔥🚁

The drawback of using #firefly for 911abc boyfriends Evan 'Buck' Buckey and Tommy Kinard is:

when you click on the #, you get so many results that are not our thriving couple

[eltristanexplicitcontent]

National Aviation Day

[todoslosdiasdemivida]

"We'll make it together, or we won't make it at all."

… Somehow, he thinks they both knew he wasn't just talking about that specific hell of a situation.

He made a promise, one he would make again in different words at a different time, one that he's kept to this day, as unwaveringly as the one he made then.

[hisbucky]

*Eddie adds Tommy to the husband group chat* Michael: Who is that? Bobby: Buck's new boyfriend. Eddie: Be nice. He's sorta my boyfriend too. David: Since when did that happen?! Chimney: I'm still wondering that myself. Tommy: I guess I should say hi...? Eddie: Before you ask, Buck's not in here cause the other chat collectively kidnapped him. Bobby: I still remember that war — Michael: What war? Athena decimated us.

[thestarwarslesbian]

Buck, texting: Hello my darling, guess who just got ✨stabbed✨ Tommy, texting: You got stabbed???? Buck, texting: Yeah, the doctor says it’s ✨almost fatal✨ Tommy, texting: PICK UP MY CALLS??!! Buck: Can't I'm in surgery ttyl

[buckslafdhoodie]

Chimney, fixing his head to toe rain gear as the team is getting off of a rare rainy shift: Did you seriously come out there in THAT, Tommy???

Tommy, wearing a grey LAFD tee shirt and jeans: uh… my clothes???

Chimney, glancing between the pilot and the rain: If by clothes than you mean the winner of the “most likely to give someone pneumonia if worn in the rain” award, then yes— Don’t you have a jacket or a hoodie or something?

Tommy, mentally buffering: Uh, no— not on m-

Buck, bounding over from the lockers in a pair of sweats and a slightly baggy navy LAFD hoodie: Hey! Sorry to make you wait, just had to chat with Ravi. Ready?

Chimney, grabbing his car keys from his duffel bag: Teach your man some environmental awareness, Buckaroo— I can feel the goosebumps from all the way over here! Maddie will kill you if you miss dinner because this guy forgot his jacket at home!

Buck, holding in his laughter and watching as Chimney walks away: You know him, Chim— criiiiiminally underprepared���..

Tommy, grinning and casually running his fingertips over the white lettering of his own last name on the back of Buck’s hoodie: Whatever you say, babe.

[theredrenard]

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