#911 tv show fanfic

[demonvampire180writes]

Date at the Zoo

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At precisely seven o'clock on Saturday morning, Tommy and Buck’s doorbell rang. Groaning, Buck turned to his other side and wrapped his arm tightly around his husband's waist, grumbling curse words over the sound of Tommy’s quiet chuckling. “It’s too early.” He groaned, leaning until his head was pressed between the older man’s shoulder blades.

Tommy patted his hand and replied, “Babe-” He didn’t even get another word out before there was another knock and then the persistent ringing of the doorbell. It kept going until Buck groaned and shot out of bed, wearing nothing but his grey sweats.

“I’m coming, quit it with the damn doorbell!” He shouted, ruffling his mass of curls as he shuffled from their bedroom and down the stairs. Throwing open the front door, he was greeted by a small child tackling his legs, nearly sending him sprawling. Thankfully his quick reflexes allowed him to grab onto the door frame before he went down. Blinking, sleep still in his eyes, he stared blearily down at the face of his adorable niece, Jee-yun, who he swore grew six inches every time he saw her. She was almost to his waist already. He swore it was only yesterday that she was clinging to his knees half the time while running rampant around his loft the other half.

On the other side of the threshold, his brother-in-law stared at him with a shit eating grin on his face while his sister stood there looking exasperated. “Sorry bud, did I wake ya?” Chimney asked, playing the fool like a champ.

“Sorry for the early wake up call.” Maddie said, sounding only mildly apologetic. “She was just so excited that we figured she could spend more of the day with her favorite uncle.”

“I’m her only uncle.” Buck yawned, though he couldn’t help the smile spreading across his face as he hefted his niece into his arms. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and planted a wet kiss on his cheek, giggling.

“Hey, I resent that.” Tommy’s voice came from behind him, but a moment later his warm arm was wrapped around his waist as lips brushed his cheek in a soft kiss. “Morning Chim. Maddie.” He greeted him with more warmth in his voice than Buck could currently muster. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jee-yun’s hair which she repaid with a kiss to his nose. Tommy ruffled her black hair, tied into adorable twin buns, grinning.

“Morning Tommy. We really appreciate you guys taking her today.” Maddie leaned in to give her brother-in-law a hug, which Buck scowled at, having not gotten his own. She dared to wink at him as she leaned back. “It feels like we haven't had a day to ourselves in… God. I don’t even remember when.”

Chimney looked at his watch. “Well. I had fewer grey hairs then so… Never?”

This caused all four of them to laugh and just as they were settling down, a new vehicle pulled into the driveway. A moment later, Eddie hopped out of the driver’s seat with Christopher in hot pursuit. “Well, well, well, look who’s awake. I thought I was gonna have to break in.” Eddie confessed with a grin just as dastardly as Chimney’s, pushing past his other family to reach in for a hug, carefully avoiding his niece, before turning to Tommy for a half hug handshake. “Christopher was so excited he could hardly sleep.”

“Daaaad!” The almost adult cried out, cheeks turning pink. “That’s not true. It’s just the zoo.”

Buck set Jee down, she was beginning to squirm anyway and she wanted a hug from her other uncle, and said, “Oh, I see how it is. The almost adult thinks he’s too cool for the zoo. Maybe we shouldn’t bring him along. Whadda ya think, Tommy? Think we should just leave him here to house sit?”

Tommy nodded as though his husband were giving the most sage of advice. “I guess house sitting is way cooler than seeing a bunch of lions, and tigers, and bears oh my.”

Chris made it to the door, and rather than going around his uncles, he decided to break straight through their arms to get into the house. “Not you too, Buck! I never said that.” Quieter he admitted, “I want to see the animals, too.” And even quieter. “And I want to hang out with my cousins.” Every single adult smiled at that, remembering what it was like to be that age and thinking that being with family wasn’t cool but secretly loving it anyway.

Eddie watched him with a fond expression for a moment before turning back to the others. He reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out two twenties and tried to hand them over. “For admission, and lunch.”

Both men looked at Eddie. Then each other. Then at Eddie again. Tommy quirked one brow while Buck raised both, looking incredulous, and ridiculous in his shirtless state. “Eddie. Edmundo. Diaz. In what world do you think that you’d be paying for your son on our outing?” He motioned back and forth between him and Tommy. Tommy crossed his arms, biceps bulging in his sleep shirt. “My nephew is our responsibility today.”

Chimney snorted. “I think you might have offended them, Edmundo.”

“Shut up Chimney.” The tip of Eddie’s ears had gone a little red as he stuffed the money back in his wallet before stashing that away as well.  “Anyway, I’m gonna enjoy my responsibility free day while you guys babysit. Have fun.” He leaned around Buck and Tommy and yelled into the house, “Have fun Christopher, love you bud!” before turning without another word and scurrying back to his car.

“We’re taking off, too. Call us if you need anything. Jee-yun, we’ll see you later, okay? Be good for Uncle Buck and Uncle Tommy.” Maddie crouched and pulled her daughter into a tight hug, kissing her head repeatedly until the young girl squealed and pulled away. She was immediately pulled into her fathers tight embrace and attacked with even more kisses, which she took until she didn’t, escaping into the house after her cousin. “Love you!” Her parents called after her, chuckling. “See you boys later.” Maddie pulled her younger brother into a hug this time and attacked him with forehead kisses until he too pulled away.

“I’m not kissing ya.” Chimney said, looking between the Buckley siblings. “That’s Tommy’s job.”

Buck blushed crimson, embarrassed even after all these years. “Get outta here.” He shooed them away with a flick of his hand. Grinning, they turned and headed down the front walk, giving a backwards wave as they did. Once they’d pulled out of the driveway, Buck gave in to the yawn he’d been suppressing. “Coffee. I need coffee. And lots of it.”

“Whatever you need, babe.” Tommy kissed his temple, pulling him back inside with a huge grin. “Who wants pancakes?” He yelled, pulling his half asleep husband along with him as a chorus of me’s followed the question.

Two hours, two pots of coffee and an absurd number of pancakes later, the doorbell rang once again. This time Buck was ready, dressed in a pair of slim fitting jeans and a plain white long sleeve tee. He pulled open his front door to see the Wilson family standing there, Mara and Denny both wearing a small backpack. Hen and Karen grinned at him. “They’re yours now, no take backsies.” Hen warned, shoving her kids through the door. Karen snorted.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Buck rolled his eyes even as he captured each kid in a hug, much to Denny’s chagrin and Mara’s delight. She’d really blossomed over the last three years. While she still struggled, she’d made a lot of strides forward and was slowly getting back to being a normal, pre-teen girl. “Jee, Christopher, your cousins are here. Time to get ready.” He yelled into the house. He got a noise of consent in reply.

“Are you sure you’ve got this?” Karen asked, stroking Mara’s head, which she leaned into.

“Two teenagers, a pre-teen, and a six year old. What could possibly go wrong?”

“With you, Evan “Buck” Buckley-Kinard? Just about anything-” Hen said.

“And everything.” Karen finished.

He snorted. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll have Tommy with me, it’ll be fine.”

The women gave each other a pointed glance before turning to their friend, and chosen family, and shrugged. “I’m not sure that that’ll do a whole lot of extra good but you’re emergency responders. They could be in worse hands.” Karen said, wrapping hand around her wife’s neck and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“That’s true. Anyway, if you need something, anything at all, call us. We’ll be available.”

“Quit acting like you’re sending these guys to the battlefield. We’ve got this. Go enjoy your day off.” Buck reached out and carefully took Mara out from her mom’s grasp and wrapped her in a one armed hug. “I’m sure there’s plenty of things you can do when you’re alone.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively to which both women snorted and Denny called out gross! “Now get off my lawn.” He put on his best old man voice as he waved at Karen and Hen, behesting them to get out of his sight. They chuckled before yelling out a Love you guys, and see you later as they disappeared down the walk. Mara shyly waved them off even as she snuggled deeper into her uncle’s side.

Once they’d driven off, Buck turned to Mara and asked, “We’ve still got a few pancakes left, how do you feel about eating them?” Her face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically. “Great. Why don’t you go eat while we wrangle everyone else?” He shook her gently before sending her into the kitchen. Denny had already plated some delicious looking hotcakes and microwaved them to toasty perfection, setting them down on the table just as his sister slid into the chair. “Tommy, go get dressed.” Buck ordered, kissing the man even as he shoved him towards the stairs. “You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

“Sir yes sir.” The man replied with a sass no one could compare to, even offering a two fingered salute. Buck rolled his eyes, the tiniest smirk on his lips that he hid away so his husband didn’t think he condoned such behavior. (Which he totally did, but Tommy couldn’t know that.)

Twenty minutes later the six of them were piled into Tommy’s SUV and on their way to the Los Angeles Zoo. Denny and Christopher chattered nonstop about video games the entire way while Mara asked Jee about which animals she was most excited to see. Buck sat in the passenger seat, his hand holding Tommy’s thigh. When they arrived, he was relieved to see that it wasn't overly crowded. It was a Wednesday morning at 10 AM but in LA, that meant nothing. As Tommy maneuvered around the parking lot into a space, Buck turned in his seat and turned his serious voice on. “Rules for today. Stay together. No running off. Mara, Jee, if you guys need to go to the bathroom or anything, ask Tommy or me. I don’t want you going anywhere alone, understand?” Both girls nodded. “Christopher and Denny, I know you’re almost adults but you’re still our responsibility so if you have to go, tell us.” They both nodded. “Christopher.”

“Yes Buck?”

“Are you okay with your crutches, or do you want us to see if they have a wheelchair available?”

The boy contemplated for a moment, even glancing at his braces in the very back, before saying, “I think I’ve got it, but maybe we could take one with us just in case.”

“Sounds like a plan. Now. Let’s get in there and have fun.” Buck fisted the air and let out a whoop which his companions readily copied. He also took a moment to appreciate Christopher’s growth. When he was younger, he’d have fought about being offered a wheelchair because he hated feeling singled out, but as he’d gotten older, he’d realized that it was just another tool to make his life easier. He still tried to use his crutches as much as possible, but he recognized that on days like today, where they’d be a lot of walking on sometimes uneven ground, it was better to just accept that he’d tire out more easily, and that the day didn’t have to end early just because he was being stubborn.

They piled out. Buck took Jee’s hand in his left and Tommy’s in his right, herding the older three kids in front of him. “I want to see the big cats.” Denny said, a skip in his step.

“I want to see the snakes.” Christopher sniffed, grinning.

“Monkey’s!” Jee chirped, swinging their hands together wildly, pulling Buck’s shoulder. He grinned indulgently down at her.

Mara clasped her hands together, playing nervously with them. “Mara?” Tommy leaned forward so he was looking directly at her, his voice soft. “Is there something specific you’d like to see?”

She said something under her breath.

“Can you speak a little louder, sweetheart?”

“I want to see… the lemur’s. And the binturong.” The tiniest smile curved her lips.

“What the heck is a binturong?” Chris asked, scrunching his nose in confused contemplation.

“It’s a type of mammal, also known as a bearcat, even though it’s neither bear, nor cat.” Mara’s soft voice got ever so slightly louder with her excitement, her dark eyes alight as she spoke of them. “They’re really cute.”

Chris’s eyes lit up. “That sounds awesome. I want to see those, too. Can we Buck?”

Buck laughed. “Yeah, of course. We’re here to see all the animals today. Why don’t we start at the beginning and we’ll just make our way through each enclosure?” The kids cheered excitedly. Plan in place, they paid their dues and entered the wonderful world of mammals.

As soon as they saw the first animal, Jee slipped from Buck’s grasp so she could plaster her nose against the glass, imitating the animal behind it. Buck and Tommy grinned, taking out their phones so they could snap photos and send them off to their parents..

When they reached the binturong enclosure, the two older men took a seat on a bench nearby, knowing that the kids were going to be a while. Mara was animatedly explaining to the boys everything she knew about the little creatures as they looked on, her hands a wild blur of gestures and emotion, a look of awe in their expressions. Buck couldn’t help his grin as he rested his head against his husband’s shoulder after taking a short video to send to her moms. Tommy leaned back against him, putting their clasped hands together in his lap as he played with the other man’s fingers. “They’re having a great time. I’ve never seen Mara so chatty.” He mumbled fondly. Buck nodded in agreement. He felt Tommy inhale deeply, then, like he was readying himself for something. “So… I know you like kids.” He began. Buck shifted just a little so he could look up at him, though he really only saw the underside of his stubbled jaw, and waited patiently. Tommy’s blue eyes shifted directly into his. “Have you ever considered… having any of your own?”

Buck sat up, nearly colliding with his husband's face as his heart began to pound. They’d been married for six months, and together for nearly four years, but they’d never discussed kids. Of course Buck had always imagined himself as a dad, but it had never been a deal breaker if his theoretical wife hadn’t been interested, but here he was, in the healthiest relationship he’d ever been in, and his partner was asking if he wanted babies. His eyes welled with tears and Tommy nearly fell backwards in his surprise.

Reaching out, he cupped Buck’s face, searching his expression even while his hands trembled, blue eyes wide with horrified concern. “Evan. Babe. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. If you don’t want kids, that’s totally fine-” Buck slapped Tommy’s hands away and lunged forward, capturing his lips in a starving kiss, wrapping a hand around his neck so that he could pull the man even further into himself. He grabbed onto the short hairs at the nape of his neck and tugged until Tommy whimpered, begging for air. The noise he made was borderline indecent.

But Buck would’ve kept kissing the man if Christopher hadn’t whistled and then said, “Ew, get a room you guys! No one needs to see two old guys making out.” That broke the spell and both men pulled apart, snorting with laughter, Buck’s sounding a little wet, but Buck didn’t stop touching the man.

“Evan-” Tommy tried again, reaching out to wipe away the stray tears still streaking down Buck’s face, his cheeks red.

“If that’s your way of asking me to make babies with you then the answer is yes. Always yes.” Buck kissed him once again, more chastely this time, before leaning in to press their foreheads together, sniffing as his nose dripped. “I’ll have as many kids with you as you want.”

Tommy wrapped him up in his arms and pressed a kiss into his curls, though Buck could clearly tell he was grinning as he did it. “I’m not entirely sure that’s how biology works, though I’m not opposed to trying. However, I was thinking more along the lines of adoption, or you know, surrogacy.” 

Buck shivered, feeling heat in his belly. In retaliation, he leaned into Tommy’s ear and breathed, “I’m not so opposed to trying over… and over… and over again, either.” He nipped the soft cartilage and tugged. When he let go, the tip of that ear was bright red and he grinned deviously. “But, surrogacy works too.” Finally he leaned back so he could see his husband's face. The look he wore sent jitters down his spine and for a split second he really wished they weren’t in public.

“I’m telling dad you two were being inappropriate in front of my cousins.” The voice made them jump and they turned to find Christopher standing there with both eyebrows raised looking wholly unimpressed.

“Like your dad hasn’t done worse with you around. That man could look subtle in the eye and still miss the mark.” Buck pinched his side after wiping at his face with his forearm, making him giggle and then glare, trying hard not to look guilty. Tommy, for some reason, appeared smug.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen him trying to eat his girlfriend's face before.”

“Good thing Tommy is my husband, then, and not a girlfriend.” Buck stuck his tongue out as if that would help him win his argument. Christopher didn’t have time to reply as the others gathered around them, ready to move on. “Was it everything you hoped for, Mara?” Buck asked, changing the subject. She nodded, her face lit up like the north star with her joy. “Good. Where to next?”

Over the next four hours they saw hundreds of animals, taking extra time near the tiger and lion enclosure, and spending an obscene amount of time with the primates as Jee asked them to read each and every description they came across; ate exorbitantly priced frozen treats and a massive, greasy pizza.

They hung out in the gift shop for nearly an hour, each kid getting to choose one thing to take home. Jee chose a stuffed elephant. Mara, of course, found a huge stuffed binturong, and even though it was much more expensive than what the others chose, Tommy couldn’t say no. Denny found a shark tooth necklace that claimed it was from a real shark (though Buck doubted it seeing as it only put him out eighteen dollars and some change.) Christopher picked out a shirt with a tiger in the middle of a roar that wrapped from around the back to the front so just the tiger's head was showing. Buck and Tommy each picked out an LA Zoo keychain that they added to their keys.

By the time they made it back to the car, Tommy was pushing Christopher in the wheelchair with Jee curled up in his lap. Denny held onto his sister's hand as he pulled her along, her eyes drooping. He didn’t seem to be doing much better, stumbling over small rocks and nearly twisting an ankle in a small crack in the pavement. Buck stashed Mara’s stuffed animal in the trunk before ushering her into the middle with the boys bracketing her like bookends. Tommy helped Christopher in, setting his crutches in back. As he went to return the borrowed chair, Buck made sure everyone was buckled before climbing into the front seat and getting Jee settled. She leaned heavily against him, her tiny chest rising and falling as she slept. He wrapped an arm around her, pillowing her head into his side. A few moments later Tommy climbed in and they were headed back home.

On the drive back, Buck sent out a text suggesting a sleepover to which the others readily agreed, loving their free time. It was Tommy’s turn to hold his leg, the smallest grin on his face the entire time. Clearly the kids conversation has put him into a great mood and Buck couldn’t disagree.

When they arrived home, they ushered the kids into different bathrooms to clean up; having them shower before changing into pajamas that they each had stashed there. Impromptu sleepovers with Uncle’s Buck and Tommy were not so unusual that they just started keeping a set at the house. While Tommy observed the brushing of the teeth, Buck got the living room set up for a campout, blowing up three twin sized air mattresses and putting sheets over each of them and the couch. Each one got a fluffy down comforter and a pillow designated for each kid.

Once everyone had settled down, both men having showered and changed into their own sleep clothes, they popped some popcorn and flipped on the TV for a movie. By the time the movie ended, all four kids were fast asleep, snoring softly. Smiling, Buck switched the TV off and, as he walked by each of them, he leaned in to press a kiss to their heads and pull their blankets up just a little bit higher. Tommy followed behind with another gentle kiss to their temples.

As silently as they could, they marched upstairs to their bedroom where they too promptly crawled into bed and under the covers. Tommy immediately made himself the big spoon, pulling Buck into his arms as he snuffled the back of his neck, sighing contentedly. “Today was a good day.” He murmured, sounding sleepy.

“Yeah. It really was.” Buck hummed, shifting a little. He felt something pressed into his back. “Tommy.”

“Yes Evan?” Tommy hugged him closer.

Buck grinned as he attempted to turn over in his husband’s viper-like embrace. When he managed it, he stared deep into those bright blue eyes as he whispered, “I’m thinking that, maybe, just maybe, we can start trying for that baby tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” His earlier sleepiness seemed to slip away as his hand, which had been drawing circles on Evan’s back, dipped lower until he was cupping Evan’s ass pulling him against him.

Buck nodded, pressing his lips to Tommy’s nose, and then his lips and then down his jaw, his own hand wrapping around a firm half globe. “Yeah. I think so.” Giggling like school boys, Buck flipped Tommy onto his back and got on top of him, kissing him until they could no longer breathe.

It might not have been a traditional date, but Buck couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend his Saturday, with the man he loved and the kids of the family he chose.

[feyhunter78]

Three Times Buck Wanted to Sleep with You (and the One Time He Did)

Description: Three times Buck had to hold himself back and the one time he didn't, (but it's not what he thinks, and somehow maybe better?)

Part 2!

Buck is pretty sure if he ever slept with you, Maddie would kill him, though she’d have to dig him up first because Hen would put him six feet under before he could even blink. So, he tries very hard to not sleep with you, and he’ll admit as the year has gone by and the two of you have gotten closer it’s gotten easier. He finds himself craving the sound of you laughing at his dumb jokes, your comforting presence next to him in the kitchen, or even just you bossing him around, more than he craves the feeling of your skin against his.

More than the idea of how good you’d look lying in his sheets, wearing nothing but his jacket. But then you do something. Squeeze his thigh in an innocent, friendly way. Groan his name in annoyance, or pout up at him when you’re trying to get your way, and the urges return full force, leaving him wondering if he can claw himself out of the grave Hen will put him in.

One: It’s only been a few months into his job, he's bouncing back from Bobby's second warning and forgivenss, riding high on the adrenaline. He’s only known you for six months and honestly Buck thinks he might be cursed, or maybe you’re secretly trying to make him suffer.

It's one of the two because he's pulled away from picking the perfect song to start his drive with by you banging on the driver’s side window of his jeep wearing nothing but a bikini top and incredibly short shorts. He rolls down the window, swallowing hard as you cross your arms over your chest, unintentionally pushing your breasts up.

“Buck, are you serious? You can’t just drive off without me.” You huff, adjusting the beach bag on your shoulder. You’re standing on the sidestep of his jeep, and it puts him face to chest with you.

“Oh I, uh, I thought you were going with Hen?” Buck says, trying not to stumble over his words like an idiot.

You look so good, it’s unfair, and that bathing suit top is cute, too cute for the way it makes his mouth water. It’s pink with white hearts all over it, your hair is pulled back, oversized sunglasses rest on your nose, your beach bag has some cartoon drawing of a margarita wearing sunglasses on it. But the worst part, the worst, are the light wash denim shorts clinging to your thighs. Fuck, he just wants to grab them, wear them like earmuffs until you’re trembling in his grip, and he’s drank his fill.

You shake your head, and lean on his windowsill, the scent of your perfume, or maybe that’s just what your skin smells like, suddenly overwhelming his senses, scattering any coherent thought he might have had. “She said there wasn’t enough room, Danny wanted to bring a friend with him. Didn’t she text you?”

Hen probably had, but he’s been so focused on psyching himself up to go to the beach with everyone, including you—without begging you to let him fuck you in a changing room—that he hasn’t even checked his messages.

“Yeah, probably, just been busy. Hop in.” He unlocks the passenger side door, giving into his impulses just enough to watch as you round the car, his dark sunglasses hiding the way he traces your every curve with his eyes.

You smile as you slide into the seat and buckle yourself in. “Okay, let’s go, beach time!” Your voice has a singsong tone, and it makes his heart melt.

“Beach time.” He echoes, turning the radio on to drown out the voice in his head urging him to ask if you want to take a detour to his backseat.

Two: It’s his birthday, and while the crew has made a big deal out of it, he doesn’t expect you to. Doesn’t expect you to be at his door with a cake, singing happy birthday, surprisingly well. The candles are lighting up your face in such a way that he feels like he’s in a movie, and everything is zooming in on you, only you, like he’s got tunnel vision, and you’re at the end of it.

“Make a wish!” You cheer, leaning on his kitchen counter, the cake between you two.

He bends down and blows, watching the flames flicker out in an instance, small whips of smoke rising then dissipating into the air.

“Twenty-six, it’s a big number, feel any different?” You ask, looking at him over the cake with your stupidly beautiful eyes that shine with genuine curiosity.

He cuts a slice of cake for you and then himself, putting them on paper plates and sliding yours across to you.

You catch it, and thank him, waiting for him to take a bite, or answer, probably answer.

“Not at all.” He says, taking a bite of the cake for good measure.

You laugh, “I doubt I’ll feel any different on my birthday either.”

“It’s in a few months, right?”

You nod, and take a bite of your own, moaning softly. “Oh, wow, okay, this cake is really good.”

Your moan goes straight to his cock, and he’s glad the island is between you two, blocking your view.

“Yeah, yeah it’s great, thanks again, you really didn’t have to get me anything.”

You lean on your elbow, giving him an incredulous look. “Of course I did, it’s your birthday and come on you’re like the first real friend—no wait that’s Hen, the first person to look out for—no that’s Athena, you’re a nice gu—wait that sounds bad.” You cover your face with your hands, laughing embarrassedly. “Let me start over.”

He laughs and takes another bite of his cake; it is pretty good. “Go for it.”

“Of course I did, Buck, not just because it’s your birthday, but because I wanted to. I wanted to celebrate you, and thank you for going out of your way for me when I first moved here and for changing the batteries in my smoke alarm and making me laugh when my dates end up sucking, and just being a good guy, that I can trust and count on.”

His heart is pounding in his chest, and his pants are growing tight. You haven’t said anything he hasn’t heard before more or less; you haven’t even said anything technically hot, but somehow, it’s different, it means more, has more layers when you say it. He pinches himself and tries to think about safe, nonsexual things, old books, his grandma, cleaning mud off the truck, white bread, cake, your little moan when you tasted the cake—nope, nope something else, think of something else.

You peek at him through your hands when he doesn’t say anything. “Sorry, that was cheesy, wasn’t it?”

He wants to say, no it was perfect, can you say it again while you ride me? Also, I think I do need to see a therapist because I’m pretty sure I’m getting turned on by emotional intimacy and that’s a new revelation for me. But he doesn’t, instead he skewers another bite of cake on his fork and gives you a teasing smile. “Yeah, a little bit.”

You pout up at him. “Rude.”

He bites his tongue to keep from bending to your will and bending you over the island, instead pointing out with a shrug. “You asked.”

You roll your eyes and take another bite of cake. "I take back every nice thing I said."

Three: He’s tasked with driving over to Athena’s precinct to pick you up. It’s not something he’s ever done before, but Hen slaps him on the shoulder and tells him to get there ASAP before someone gets hurt. He’s not worried about you, Hen made it clear you’re not in any danger, just that it was going to take more than Athena’s stern words to get you to stand down. He’s actually curious, you’re not one to cause a scene or argue with Athena unless you really thought she was wrong, and he’s seen that happen maybe twice?

Buck hates to admit it, but the scene he walks in on…turns him on.

“You know what? You’re just a greedy hack who preys on the hopes and fears of poor, innocent people. You want my professional opinion? You can go fuck yourself.” You snarl, holding your head high as you glare at some white dude with a tarot card tattoo crawling up his forearm, and a feather earring.

“Dr. Y/L/N, please, I have to ask you and Mr. Chester to leave.” Athena says calmly, jerking her head towards you when she sees Buck.

“No, I’m sorry, Sergeant Grant, but I can’t walk away when this conman is trying to ply your victims with false hope.” Your arms down by your side, fingers flexing ever so slightly, and you’re tense like you’re going to lunge at the dude.

“Conman? You’re a psychologist, we all know psychology is fake,” Chester scoffs.

Buck rolls his shoulders back; this is not going to be good.

You laugh, high-pitched and mocking. “Fake? Fake? You’re the fake. Fake as that earring, and your claims of studying with shamans in the desert. Newsflash asshole, I looked you up. All you’ve got is a clip-on earring and an arrest for public intoxication from when you and your little business major buddies did ayahuasca on the Santa Monica pier.”

Buck stifles a laugh, and Athena glares at him, urging him forward. He does as she silently asks and makes his way to you, raising an eyebrow when his eyes meet yours.

“You can't understand my vision quest, you weren’t there,” Chester shoots back.

You laugh again, and Buck thinks maybe it’ll be okay, but then you snatch Chester’s earring from his ear and throw it to the floor, the plastic clip breaking off and skittering across the floor. “This man is a fraud, ladies and gentlem—”

“Yeah, okay, time to go y/n.” Buck says, as he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder, large hands keeping you secure as you try to wriggle out of his hold.

“Don’t listen to this charlatan, trust the good men and women of the LAPD they will help you, not some hack psychic!” You continue, and Buck can all but feel your eyes burning a hole in Chester as he carries you out of the station.

“Charlatan? What is this, the eighteen hundreds?” Buck snorts, his hands warm where they hold you, his skin tingling at the points of contact. You weigh nothing to him; it’s like holding a pillow, and the thought of how easy it would be to toss you onto his bed makes him bite down on his tongue.

“Shut up. That guy comes in all the time and promises the world, but he never delivers. I hate people like him, who take advantage of the vulnerable, it’s just not right.” You grumble, as he keeps one arm pressed against your legs while opening his car door for you with his free hand.

He gently sets you in the seat and buckles you in. “It’s not, but you can’t just try to fistfight him in the middle of a police station.”

You roll your eyes and smooth down your hair in the visor mirror. “I wasn’t going to fistfight him, I’m not crazy.”

“Sure, you weren’t.”

“Just drive.” You snap, turning away from him to look out the window.

“Someone’s a little bossy.” He jokes, putting his jeep into reverse.

You turn away from the window, fire in your eyes. “You wanna see bossy, I’ll show you bossy.”

Fuck, he wishes you would. He’d love to see you riled up and demanding, your nails scraping against his scalp as you yank his head forward.

“Maybe later.” He says, switching gears and driving away from the station.

The one time:  Buck rubs his eyes, groaning as he blindly reaches for his vibrating phone, it’s two in the morning, he just got home from a double shift, somebody better be dead or dying. He winces at the brightness of his screen and scans the multitude of messages, but it’s the most recent one that catches his attention.

Y/N: Need yuo come over?????!!??

He rubs his eyes harder, there’s no way you texted him that. No damn way.

Y/N: Buck

Y/N: Buck

Y/N: Evan Bucckely

Y/N: Come obrr

He sits up, dragging a hand down his face. Maybe you’re drunk? You’re usually a stickler for proper spelling and grammar. He goes to text back asking that very question when a voice message pops up. He turns up his sound and presses play.

“Buck please, you gotta come here, I need your help, I can’t do it by myself.” You whine, and all his blood runs south.

“Fuck.” He groans, trying to force himself to think about anything but what you might have looked like as you recorded that message.

“I need your skilled hands, mine just aren’t working.” You continue, and he bites down on his fist, all exhaustion banished. You sound so pretty, so desperate, so adorably needy, how can he ignore you, ignore your request?

He sends a quick text swearing he’ll be over in two minutes.

As he pulls on a t-shirt and sweatpants, he remembers how he thought it was a curse that you two lived in the same apartment complex. But now as he walks over, swinging his keys around his finger, he’s unbelievably glad.

Buck knocks on your door, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. Hey, he gave it a good run, a solid year of holding himself back and not sleeping with you. But when you’re asking him directly, he's not going to say no. It would be rude to deny you something you so clearly need.

You pull the door open and grab him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him to the couch and plopping down before placing your high-heeled feet in his lap.

“Well, hello to you too.” He says, resting his hand on your shin, admiring the smoothness of your skin. You definitely went out, the heels, the tight black dress, the makeup, you look stunning, and he’s practically salivating.

“I can’t get them off.” You pout, tugging uselessly at the straps of your heels.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He purrs, unbuckling one heel then the other before caressing your skin, his hands sliding higher until he grips your thighs.

Your eyes are slightly glassy, and you’re wearing the biggest, most adoring smile he’s ever seen as you sway in your spot. “You’re amazing, my hero.”

“How much you have to drink tonight, Y/N?” Buck asks, his training kicking in despite the lust that rages beneath his skin.

You clamor into his lap, looping your arms around his neck, the fabric of your dress riding up your plush thighs as you straddle him. “Buck, I thought you were a firefighter, not a cop.”

He chuckles and smoothes his hands down your side. “I am a firefighter, but I can also see you’ve been drinking.”

“Just a little bit.” You say, holding up one hand and pinching your fingers to show him how little you’ve had to drink. It would maybe be believable if you didn’t nearly lose your balance in the process.

“Oh yeah?” He hums, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your breath audibly catches in your throat, and you nod, “yeah.”

“Well, that’s too bad because I feel like you maybe had a lot to drink.”

You pout at him, and he bites his tongue to keep himself steady. You’re drunk, way too drunk, he’s not that kind of guy, he’s not going to take advantage of you no matter how badly he’s wanted this.

“Maybe a bit more than a little, but we were celebrating, and I haven’t gone out drinking in forever.” You stretch out the word forever, giving Buck a bright smile when he pats your outer thigh.

“Why don’t I help you get into bed, huh?”

You start to nod but stop yourself, the light dimming in your eyes as you begin to mumble to yourself.

Buck thinks he catches the words, but Maddie and places his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, hey, just to sleep, nothing else. You need to rest and let your body process all that alcohol.”

You nod, slide off him and onto the couch, laying back onto the cushions, your eyes already closing.

“Whoa, hey, not here, and not with your makeup still on.” He says, gently trying to get you to your feet.

“Too tired, carry me?” You ask so sweetly, he’s pretty sure he’d spend the rest of his life carrying you if you asked him to.

“Alright, come on, but you have to keep your eyes open, okay?” Buck says, slipping his arms underneath your form and lifting you from the couch.

“Okay, I promise…I will try.” You say, curling into him, resting your head on his chest.

That’s the best he’s going to get, judging by the way your breathing begins to even out, and your grip on his shirt loosens.

Now, if he spends some time gently cleaning the makeup from your face and waking you briefly so you can change into pajamas before carrying you to your bed, then no one needs to know that.

And if he stays by your side definitely because he’s worried about how hungover you’ll be tomorrow and definitely not because you sleepily insist, and he can’t resist you, that’s no one’s business.

And if he falls asleep in your bed with your head on his chest and his arm around your waist, his chest feeling weird, like he’s got butterflies or heartburn, then no one needs to know that either. He’ll just take the best sleep he’s had in a long time and deal with the consequences later.

No lie I have a whole /reader profile created for this man, just waiting to be unleashed

[aaronsinferno]

Just a reminder…

The cast doesn’t hate Lou. They have absolutely no reason to hate or dislike him. He’s a sweet guy who’s just doing a job that he loves.

Tommy isn’t a bad character. He isn’t racist or homophobic or an issue in any way. He’s causing no problems whatsoever for the main characters and is actively part of a storyline about a main character finally coming into himself in a positive and healthy way.

I support Lou and hope that his position on the show becomes permanent.

[weewookinard]

Mommy, who's your daddy?

Jee-Yun has a question for her mom before bed. “So, does it mean Uncle Tommy is your daddy too?”

Or, the one where Maddie learn about her brother's daddy kink in the worst way possible, inspired by the great @judymarch15 and her incredible fic who's (not) your daddy ❤️

Go read it on AO3

I'll write another chapter with Maddie confronting Buck if you want!

Tagging people that likes me enough not to tell me to shut up lmao ❤️

@do-androids-dream-ao3acc @sunnywithachanceofbi @waywaychuck @aplaceinme

@kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts @sunset-bobby @geekfan67 @nymeria1105

@sweaters-and-silly @firewasabeast @hyperfocusthusly @jyt1891

@half-oz-eddie @dadbodbuck @magicallarynx @dark-alice-lilith

@gyraethere @flyboyhan @unfuckablebogtroll @a-mel0n

@pati79 @bobbinsnash @quintessenceofdust88

[watchyourbuck]

If we get canon bi Buck I will become all of y’all’s worse nightmare btw

[reality-exodus]

Detective's rescue

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Summary: Eddie's relationship, the reader is a detective, they both on 24hour shift. Reader responds a 9-1-1 call and ends up needing first aids

Warning: blood, angst, OD symptoms described, mention of drugs

Being a detective on patrol wasn't the best thing ever to be frank, but it was something when you knew your boyfriend would accompany you all night long with his own 24 hour shift, it was rare thing for our double shifts to be on the same time, but when it happened I both liked it and didn't like it, we were both out. I usually work on cases in the office and do my research and help the firefighters with cases and they help me occasionally.

"So where are you strolling now?" Eddie asked, I was driving while I had a Bluetooth headphone.

"In the area of the homicide, the father killed his daughter while the mother was away… there is still no handy information for a warrant so I am looking for something I've missed" I explained briefly as I was driving past the house.

"Baby…" Eddie started to say, I knew how he felt when I was getting so passionate about a case. He disliked it, I overworked myself and forgot many things such as sleeping, eating or going to my shift.

"How about you? Didn't hear anything from dispatch, quiet night?" I wondered, cutting him off elegantly, setting my line of defense. I wasn't like Athena, I do not leave my job behind once my shift is over, I admire her for that though. I actually have to spend more of my personal time researching and studying. I have to go undercover to gather information, but I am not complaining. Sometimes though I need my people to understand me.

"Yea we are just hanging around." He replied with a heavy sigh he didn't respond to the q-word, I knew he wouldn't be bothered. I knew the response was unwilling. He knew my drill "Buck fell asleep at the Gym, Bobby and Hen are playing chess and Chimney is cooking" he analysed their situation and I smiled.

"Tell him to make an extra plate for me, I'll be dropping by" I spoke hoping that would make up for my big-headed behaviour.

"Oh You i decided to have a proper meal other than burgers and donuts" he joked with small giggle.

"Happens sometimes" I chuckled when I heard the wireless "babe hang on"

"This is 221-L99 available tell me the issue dispatch" I asked, I could tell it was May.

"Alright, there's drug dealing on the "overroof" club, there's a rave going on, some ODs based on caller's information, 118 of LAFD shall be there to take care of those." She informed me as I heard the bell on Eddie's side.

"I'll be in touch Dispatch" I spoke as I was connected to the team I would cooperate.

"Diaz no phones on patrol" I spoke as I was driving and couldn't finish the call. "221-L99 moving on scene. I am nearby I see three overdosed in their twenties one male two female they are simply left on the ground I am engaging the victims now." I spoke and got out of the car.

"Copy detective" Captain Nash affirmed me.

I approached the victims and checked the pulses. "All alive you need to come in quick…" I couldn't leave the uncouncisous civilians alone.

"Already ahead of you detective you are clear to proceed" my boyfriend replied sweetly, or at least that's what I thought.

"Dispatch moving in the club incognito, there's no bouncer or doorman" I informed them and opened the door. This wasn't a good sign, the dance floor was empty and so was the kitchen, I would have to go down stairs. "Ground floor empty moving to basement staircase" I announced and moved i could hear voices. "Dispatch sent some back up, I hear people" I spoke and dispatch obeyed my request.

I was right behind the stairs and I heard enough keywords that included heroin, drugs, and that the police can't find. That was my queue. "LAPD hands in the air" I yelled, Eddie always said that my voice in that phrase was so cold, smooth and dictated he found it sexy. "Don't move" I ordered. My voice was strong. They were three but I had a gun.

"Nope ass" one said and charged to get my phone I kicked him to the ground he slid to the floor with no Injury but before i could get in control of the other two, they had two bags of drugs five kilos each if I calculated correct the moment one of them came and punched in my face causing the white dust to be spread all around me in the air I stumbled backwards fell hitting my head on staircase, I took a deep breath trying to orientate, my vision got blurry.

"Detective Y/L/N, report" I heard dispatch between the ringing of my ears but the only response I could find was groan, I felt my heart going erratically with the beats. I was shaking.

"Detective" It was Captain Nash this time, his voice tense. But there was a pause. "Dispatch three offenders running away with two white bags one leaking" he reported and that's when my sudden dysphoria was making sense.

"Help" I managed to pronounce "OD" as I started to shake. I couldn't make out what I was hearing or what was going on, suddenly I saw Eddie in a mask with Chimney. They moved me outside my eyes were wide open but I couldn't react I was shaking, my body started twitching, I was held down, I could recognize Eddie's arms pressing me down, and smaller but still powered hands in my legs, chimney my guess. I coughed I could feel the salty, warm liquid laking inside my mouth, I coughed again.

"Baby… I am here" Eddie's voice was fading as black spots invaded my vision as I started having trouble breathing.

"I get no pulse" Chimney announced, "Hen start compressions" he instructed as he pushed on the oxygen in my face

"Oh no no honey, please-" before Eddie could finish his sentence I heard Buck taking him away as another person took his position next to me.

"Captain bring the AED" Hen requested she kept the pounds on my chest.

"Still unresponsive" Chimney said, causing Eddie to make a movement closer to me, Captain and Buck held him back

"I'm unbuckling the shirt, we are shocking" Hen spoke I heard footsteps

"Eddie please leave" Captain requested with a heavy sigh, I am sure he thought of the time Athena was in my position.

"Just let me be by Y/N Captain" Eddie requested , next thing I feel his warm loving hands on my face removing my hair stroking my cheek his fingers on my neck in desperate hope he would get the slight pulsation in my veins.

"Eddie hands" Hen spoke and he removed them as I felt electricity, I couldn't define what kind of pain it was or if it was, more like a sting to my whole body that would either wake me up or be the last thing I feel…

"Give me more Chim" Hen encouraged him the third clear was heard, the screen kept beeping. There was silence other than that.

"No no no baby no" Eddie panicked he started compressions but Buck pulled him off of my body. He yelled at him Buck yelled back I wasn't sure, my ears started ringing, was I dying…? The first ponder that dominated my mind, made my stomach twitch. I coughed vomit out…

I was alive

"Hey girl, hey easy now" Hens' voice sounded and turned me to the side to let it all out. Chimney secure my position so it wouldn't cause any damage.

Eddie raced next to me, he leaned in and kissed my forehead "oh god love, you scared me so much." I smiled as I turned on my back looking at him upside down as he leaned above my head.

"I'm sorry" I smiled and reached his face, I was shaking rapidly, he simply took my hand and kissed the palm before bringing it to his cheek, his cheek so hot against my freezing skin.

"Hey no no, it's not your fault, we must get you to the hospital now alright?" He smiled down at me and my smile faded at the hearing of the location I had to be.

"I won't be admitted in, I'll sign out" I announced, the sweet moment long gone as I made a move to get of the stretcher.

"Wow,now detective, you have to be cleared out in order to return to your cases, we are transferring you to the ER. I have to do it by the book, you know the drill" Captain Nash intervened immediately, and I could see the relief on my fiancee's face.

"Ah now we are by the book, that's nice to hear" I barked, I knew I was wrong, but hospitals, hospitals gave me anxiety, Eddie would have to go to Christopher eventually and I don't like being alone in those white cold rooms. "Guys please" I pleaded

"you are facing an extended pcp od, and a small hit on the back of your head, your blood pressure is perilly high and you have extremely unstable arrhythmias" Hen essayed the reasons I should listen to them as my eyes turned teary I was panicking.

"Hey hey sweetie" Eddie sighed "I'll be with you the whole time" he promised and kissed my cheek gently as they all stood up carrying me to the ambulance. He stepped in sat next to me while Hen joined, just in case. He was holding my hand, just looking at me, his ember eyes, he was worried even if he wouldn't admit.

"What about Christopher?" I asked concerned.

"Buck is already on his way, but how are you feeling Y/N?" He asked me softly stroking my head.

"I have dysphoria" I explained and soon Hen gave me a mask my eyelids turned heavy as I slipped from counsiousness.

I don't know what time it was, or how long I've been out. I blinked my vision clear, the lighting was dim in the room Eddie fell asleep on the chair next to me, I couldn't help but smile. He did stay. I stood up holding on my IV, feeling lightheaded, I moved to the bathroom, I looked terrible red eyes pale skin, weakness though was the worse.

"Y/N;" I heard his voice call my name in alert.

"What is it?" I asked making abrupt movement to get to the door I leaned there feeling another hit of vertigo getting the best of me.

"I thought you left, hey let me help you baby" he sighed in relief and approached, he was still on patrol clothes. He scooped a hand over my waist and held my weight as he walked me to the bed, softly placing me to lay down.

"Can I kiss you now? Or I am still high?" I asked him placing my hands around his neck, the IV tube got tangled between us, he smiled getting it out of the way. He leaned in and kissed my nose. His lips formed a smile.

"You have been good tonight, not running away, so it is well deserved" he smiled and located his lips on mine, the sweet kiss forming, he was gentle and cautious as he was touching me.

"Mhm mostly because I have been unconscious all night long and I get dizzy after three steps, that played it's part too" I spoke and kissed his cheek softly

"Let a man be happy" he spoke faking frustration before he kissed me again. And again.

[imtoouncreativeforaname]

just started reading "the christopher diaz reddit takeover" and chris saying "it was kinda embarrassing, he did it with me in the room" and "down bad behavior, if you ask me" is sending me

[v88sy]

Where's my 'venting to Tommy after that weird ass golf outing' and "that's Tommy's shirt, isn't it?" fics??

[groupielove21]

If Ryan and Oliver need fanfiction recommendations, I have some...

or rather...

I have over 400...

If you want to use this, please read the section that says "important things" so you will understand how the document works.

[diazsdimples]

How can this be wrong?

Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Explicit, 3.8k

A 7x09 coda where Tommy feels insecure about his place in Buck's life after the run in with Gerrard, and Buck fucks him in a supply closet to remind him about it.

“Evan, what’re you doing?” Tommy questions, his tone guarded as he lets Buck pull him through the thinning crowd. Buck guides them into the bowels of the station and stops in front of an insignificant looking door. He takes a quick glance around them before opening the door and pushing Tommy inside. The closet is more spacious than Buck had expected, but still small enough that he and Tommy are pressed close to one another. There are shelves full of ancient cleaning supplies, each bottle covered in a thick film of dust. He’s fairly confident no one’s been in here in years, judging by the state of the floors and the dust motes swirling in the air around them. Perfect. No one will think to look in here, then. Tommy looks around the closet with a vague interest. “Nice place,” he comments as he swipes his finger over a dusty shelf, wrinkling his nose as it comes back filthy. “You come here often?” “What’s going on with you?” Buck asks before he can stop himself, wincing at the bluntness of the question. “You seem… uptight.” Tommy doesn’t meet his eye as he replies. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m fine.” Buck arches an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest. The double line of buttons on his dress blues dig into his arm uncomfortably. “You’ve been avoiding me all afternoon. Every time I touch you, you-you act as though I’ve flicked you with acid!” Tommy sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, as though massaging away a headache. Somehow, despite being able to bench press Buck’s weight and then some, Tommy manages to make himself look tiny, shrinking in on himself as he bunches his shoulders up to his ears and clasps his fingers in front of him.

Read the rest on ao3

[demonvampire180writes]

Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty

Find me on A03!

“Sorry I’m late, that fire was a beast.” Tommy apologizes as he walks through the hospital doors, still in his turnout gear, face covered in sweat and soot. He barely makes it five steps in when Evan is in front of him with a smile as wide as the grand canyon is deep.

“So are you.” He utters these words with almost pure reverence with that sly sort of grin before his lips are on Tommy’s, drawing the smallest mmmmm of pleasant surprise. The kiss doesn’t last long at all but he’s left breathless as they pull apart. Before Tommy can even say another word, Evan is guiding him through the halls of the overly familiar hospital to a hall crowded with people, spilling out of a single doorway. Even pays no mind, grabbing Tommy’s wrist and pulling him through the crowd. When Chimney looks up from the cake in his hand, Tommy apologizes for missing the ceremony, knowing they’ll all understand. They’re all first responders after all.

Chimney waves him off with a smirk, though there’s a look on his face that causes Tommy some confusion. More than that, hearing Hen say something along the lines of, “About damn time…” gives him pause. Sure, Evan’s hand is around his wrist but that’s not unusual. He’d been the one to drag him up here.

Tommy doesn’t have time to ponder the strangeness because Evan drags him over to the cake and cuts him just about the biggest slice he’s ever seen, grinning like a mad man the whole time. Tommy doesn’t even get a bite to his lips before the younger man declares, “Come meet my sister. She’s been dying to meet you.” He’s pulled around the length of the hospital bed and plopped right in front of the bride. 

She’s absolutely stunning, from head to toe; her dress fitting her like a glove, showing off every curve and asset she owns. If Tommy liked women, he’s sure he’d fall for a woman just like her. Her eyes turn to them and she breaks out in a smile that reminds him so much of her brother- eyes crinkling in the corner in that same adorable way.

“Buck!” She breathes, as if she’s been holding on to that for a while.

“Hey, Maddie.” He says, suddenly seeming a little bit shy. “I have someone for you to meet.” He pulls Tommy a bit closer, keeping his hand on his bicep. Maddie turns to him.

“Oo!” She says excitedly, clapping, eyes glittering with sibling mischief. “Is this the hot pilot guy?” She turns to him without waiting for a reply. “Tommy, right?”

At this moment he’s eternally glad for the soot covering his face because he’s absolutely certain it would be a five alarm fire with how hard he’s blushing. He’s so embarrassed it takes him a long second to realize that he recognizes her voice; he’s heard her hundreds of times over dispatch and his nerves lessen, his broad shoulders relaxing. “I’d offer you my hand but…” He lifts it from his cake plate and shows her the aftermath of the fire he’s bringing home with him. Not offended in the least, she laughs.

“I think a little bit of soot is the least of my worries. I am marrying into a firehouse afterall.” She says affectionately, turning to look at her husband and daughter, Chimney feeding Jee miniscule bites of cake as she giggles gleefully, chasing after Chim’s fork as he zooms it away from her. Tommy can feel the swell of love radiating from her and he’s never been more glad than he is right now for a case closed. He’s only just met Maddie, but he knows Chimney, and the two of them deserve the world.

“Okay well, that’s enough of that. I’m starving.” Buck announces loudly.

Chimney looks at him and shrugs, only somewhat apologetic as he says, “Sorry Buck, the catering was canceled seeing as I was at Death’s door for most of the day and no one knew if I’d be around to eat it.” Maddie slaps him, hard, on his upper arm. “Ow.” He whines, narrowing his eyes at her.

Tommy waits for a joke about starting out abusive, but it never comes. There’s a story about that, but there’ll be time for that later.

Bucks expression falls and, if he was a dog, one hundred percent his tail would be hanging limply behind him, big eyes round and sad. Tommy’s heart does a flip, and he feels the urge, a need, to get this man anything he wants just so he keeps on smiling. A moment later his own stomach growls, loudly announcing to everyone around him that he’s been so busy the past twenty-four hours that he can’t actually remember the last time he consumed real, non-granola, food. His face pinkens yet again and he coughs. Chimney snorts, failing to hold back a laugh.

“Sorry about that.” He runs a hand through his hair, dislodging some soot that had settled there, sheepish grin on his lips. He’s trying not to draw attention to himself, he’s an outsider after all, but his body is working against him as his stomach gurgles once more. Not to mention the adrenaline crash he’s experiencing as he opens his mouth in a wide, jaw unhinging, yawn. It’s like, now that he’s seen his friend, and seen Buck, his brain is finally catching up to all that it’s missed, and if he doesn’t get those needs met right now, things are going to go south pretty damn quick. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.” He says again through a closed fist as he tries to stifle another yawn.

He’s so out of it he doesn’t even register the way Buck has an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close and helping to keep him afloat. Later, once he’s slept an entire day, he’ll remember to feel guilty about getting Buck’s blue sweatshirt dirty but right now, Buck’s the only thing keeping him on his feet.

Maddie stands and approaches him, grabbing both of his large hands in her much smaller, much smoother ones, a worried look on her face as says, “Oh God, don’t even worry about it. You came here right after a shift, right? I can’t even imagine how exhausted you are.” She looks him over, seeming to only register his gear for the first time. “You’re even still in your gear!”

From the bed, Jee snuggles deep into Chimney’s side, eyes closed as she breathes deep and steady - she was so worried for her dad that she’s worn herself out - Chimney says, “Hey man, we get it. I’m just glad you were able to make it, even if it was only for the cake.”

“A man never says no to free food.” Tommy replies, blinking slowly, each time finding it more difficult to open his eyelids.

“Uh-huh. I’m sure that’s the only reason you came rushing over.” Hen says from somewhere behind them, a teasing smile in her voice. “It has nothing to do with seeing a certain someone as soon as possible.”

Tommy shrugs, not denying it. “I promised to be his date, and I’m a man of my word.” He can’t see the way Buck blushes, turning his face into Tommy’s arm to hide it. “But also I was promised free food, though I guess wedding cake will suffice.” Hen and Karen snort, one of them squeezing his shoulder in a friendly gesture.

“I can still promise you free food.” Buck says, patting Tommy’s bicep that his fingers are still curled around. “But I think we should get you home first.”

“I agree.” Chimney says simply with a flick of his hand as if shooing them out. “I appreciate you coming, Tommy, I really do. You’re a good friend.” Tommy’s heart warms. He knows that he was a little shit when they first met, so the fact that Chimney forgave him enough to allow him to be here on his special day fills him with joy.

Maddie pumps his still clasped hands up and down and nods emphatically. “Let’s get together, the four of us, once we’re all feeling more like ourselves. I have so much to tell you about little Buck here and I want to know you better, too.” Tommy manages a genuine smile, though it feels like his lips are glued together by molasses, and nods. “Go get some sleep, Tommy. It was really great to meet you. Buck.” She lets go and puts her hands on her hips, a mother hen as always, “You take him straight home you hear? Take good care of him.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Buck replies, giving her what can only be described as a sarcastic salute. Maddie chuckles and shakes her head lovingly. “Anyway, we’ll catch you later Mads. Love you.” He leans over and kisses her on the cheek. She mouths love you, too as she follows her husband's lead and shoo’s them from the room. Many eyes follow their path, especially with Buck leading him by the hand, but Tommy is so far gone he doesn’t have the energy to care.

He stumbles through the hospital with only the sound of Buck’s footsteps to guide him as it’s impossible for him to keep his eyes open now. They make it to the parking lot and slowly to Buck’s Jeep where Tommy is guided into the passenger side, followed by the subtle click of his seatbelt. “Hey, Tommy, need your address bud. Or do you want to stop by Harbor and drop off your uniform first?” Buck rubs his arm, and it feels so good. Big, and probably warm though he can’t feel it through his protective gear and all he wants to do is lean into it. It’s too much work to speak. “Tommy?” Buck cups his cheek, very gently shaking him back to wakefulness. “I’ll take that to mean straight home. Can you at least open Google maps so it can give me directions?” Tommy mumbles incoherently and chooses to fumble for his phone instead of replying, handing it over before slumping against the door, the cool glass feeling like heaven against his skin. Buck’s chuckle is the last thing he hears as he drops out of consciousness and into the land of dreams.

Tommy doesn’t wake again until Buck nudges him, quietly informing Tommy that they’ve arrived at home. He blinks his eyes open slowly, feeling like the Sandman has visited and left his dust in Tommy’s eyes, the edges caked with sleep crust. It takes another long second for his eyes to focus and when they do he notices two large brown bags on his front step, dark with grease along the bottom. “Evan?” He questions, unable to stop the yawn that follows.

“I know for a fact that you haven’t eaten in at least twenty-four hours and cake does not a meal make.” He reaches up and strokes Tommy’s cheek with the back of his hand, the caress gentle and feeling heavenly against his unshaven stubble. “You fell asleep so fast after we got in the car that I couldn’t ask what you wanted, so I hope Indian is okay. It should still be warm, I ordered it just before we left.” Tommy doesn’t hesitate to nod, feeling warm, fluttery feelings when Evan breaks out into a grin. “Good. I got a ton of stuff. Let’s get you inside.” He hops out without an answer and comes to help Tommy out. They make their way to the front door where Tommy guides Evan to an extra key hidden inside his mailbox, with a magnet to keep it from falling.

Once they’re indoors, and Evan has the food situated on the kitchen island, he comes back to Tommy and begins to help him undress without asking. Tommy lets him, each limb like a lead block, hardly able to hold them up long enough for the man to get each arm out. Once disrobed, Evan drops the suspenders off his shoulders and shuffles the pants down off his hips before guiding him to a chair where he forces Tommy to sit. With practiced ease he undoes the older man’s work boots, setting them aside to be cleaned and polished later, and then the heavy protective pants that he throws into the pile over his shoulder. Already Tommy’s limbs feel lighter, but he knows there’s more to come.

Evan stands before running a hair through Tommy’s curls, scratching lightly at the base of his neck. The gesture is affectionate and Tommy wants to lean into it like a cat. “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll get food ready?”

“Don’t wanna.” He whines, lifting his arms enough to wrap around Evan’s waist, pulling him close enough that he can rub his forehead against his firm stomach like a petulant child. “Just wanna sleep.” Another yawn. Long fingers brush his scalp.

“C’mon Tommy, you’ll feel disgusting in the morning if you don’t shower. Do you… want me to help?” There’s shyness in his question, quite a bit of hesitation but a hint of desire as well. But Tommy is too tired to want for anything more than his bed so he shakes his head. “Then get going. It’ll only get harder the longer you hold off.” Tommy snorts which earns him a smack in the back of the head. “Get going.” Bucks tries to put on his no nonsense voice, but he’s so cute that Tommy can’t take him seriously. Evan can be serious, like when he’s working for example, but a situation really has to call for it. Any other time he just looks like a kid with puffed out cheeks pretending to be a grown up and Tommy loves it; he thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

He stubbornly holds on for a few minutes longer, rubbing his soot stained face all over that blue sweatshirt, it was already a lost cause so Tommy would just buy him another, before heaving a long, put upon sigh. Evan was totally correct about how much he’d hate waking up still caked in yesterday’s disaster so, channeling as much inner strength as possible, he pushes himself away from… his boyfriend… and stands for the shower.

“Tommy.” Evan calls his name and he turns, surprised yet again as Evan kisses him once more, feather light against his lips. “I’m proud of you. And thank you. For making the effort today. I know how exhausted you must be.”

This time it was Tommy who leans in to plant a kiss, licking his bottom one teasingly. “Like I said, I’m a man of my words. You may have saved the food debacle but I remember you promising me a dance. I mean, obviously not right now because a corpse would have more energy and vigor than I do at the moment but in the near future for sure.” He says these words so close that he can feel his own breath radiating back from Evan’s lips which prompts him to kiss him once more before turning and making a serious effort to make it to the shower. He misses the flush of Evan’s cheeks and the way he smiles as he touches his lips, licking them with slightly dilated pupils. He’s not sure he would have the strength to walk away if he saw something so beautiful.

By the time he finishes in the shower, Evan laid out clean comfy clothes and a new pair of boxer briefs on the bathroom counter for him, his boyfriend has dished out two heaping plates of food, which smells divine. Tommy’s stomach gives an appreciative grumble which makes the blond smile wide. “Wanna watch a movie while we eat?” Tommy knows he won’t be awake long enough to watch anything but nods anyway. It was better than sitting in silence.

Buck grabs both plates, and both sets of silverware, and leads the way into the living room where a huge L-shape couch takes up most of the space, across from a massive 65” flatscreen. Buck settles into the edge seat, reclining as soon as he realizes he’s able to and pats the place right next to him. Tommy smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and plopping down a few inches from Buck. The boy is having none of it and pouts until Tommy moves closer, snuggling deep into his side. Buck hands him his plate, setting his own on his lap and eating with one hand so that he can keep the other draped around Tommy. He feels warm. And safe. And kept.

His heart feels so full.

They spend the next ten minutes debating over what to watch before settling on something they’ve both seen a million times before, a generic rom-com that plays every year on the Hallmark channel, and truly settle in.

Tommy doesn’t even make it ten bites in. He’s just so cozy. His hand lowers until it settles in his lap, the fork prongs still stuck with lamb curry. His head rolls to the side, nestling against Evan’s broad chest and soon he’s lulled into sleep by the steady thump of his heart. He can’t remember even falling asleep. All he knows is that nothing has felt more right.

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Buck devours his food at lightning speed as he focuses on the TV, caught up in the cheesy storyline. It takes him a long time to realize that Tommy’s body has grown heavier. When he does, he feels his chest constrict, in that good way that happens when your heart just feels so full it could burst. His attention is drawn fully away from the screen now as he gazes at… his boyfriend’s… sleeping face, the taut lines of exhaustion gone in the throes of complete relaxation, his soot covered cheeks clean of any evidence of the hardship he faced.

Buck runs his thumb down the center of Tommy’s face, over his nose and his lips and the tiny cleft in his chin he loves so much, simply admiring him.

He doesn’t know how he got so lucky; he never would’ve thought that he would one day be in a relationship with a man, even knowing that he knew something was missing in his life, he made the assumption that one day it would be a woman who would fill the void, but he wouldn’t change a thing. He’s not sure if he’s ready to commit to the L word with Tommy, but he truly believes that with time he can get there. Hanging out with him, laughing with him and going on silly dates. Introducing him the way he deserves and loving him like no others before him. Buck wants it all.

Grinning, he leans down and presses his lips into soft brown curls while removing the plate from Tommy’s lap, setting it aside. He turns off the TV, quieting the room before maneuvering the man into a lying position, using one of the decorative pillows under his head and grabbing the throw off the back of the couch to cover him with. He does his best to tuck him in snug before grabbing another blanket and throwing it over himself, tucking it under Tommy’s head before settling in, one hand resting against his boyfriend's neck, thumb stroking soft circles in a soothing manner.

Getting comfy, his own eyes slid shut. Yeah, today was hellish but all’s well that ends well.

He’ll deal with the leftovers tomorrow he thinks, before joining Tommy in the land of dreams..

[feyhunter78]

Three Times Buck Wanted to Sleep with You (and the One Time He Did) Pt 2

Description: Weeks after drunk texting him, you get a call and much more from a very high and very honest Buck.

Part 1

“Y/N, my favorite girl, how are you doing this fine day? Don’t tell Maddie I said you’re my favorite she’ll be upset.” Buck says, his voice weirdly hushed but also loud at the same time.

You pull the phone away from your ear, double checking the time and pinching yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“Hi Buck, I’m doing good, how about you?” You ask, slightly suspicious.

“I’m seeing pollen right now, and I saw this cat on the street that reminded me of you, and I just had to call you, it was so cute.”

You huff a laugh, and lean back in your green faux velvet armchair, your next patient isn’t due to show up for another half an hour, you’ve got time to entertain whatever this is. “That’s so sweet, but what do you mean you’re seeing pollen, is the count really high or something?”

“No, no like I’m seeing it, right in front of my eyes, and I think I’m hearing it too.”

Okay now you’re a little concerned.

“Buck, where are you, aren’t you working today?” You ask carefully, already sending a text to Athena asking if she’s anywhere near the station.

“Some convention center, there’s a bunch of tiny beauty queens here, tiniest ladies I’ve ever seen. Why wanna hang out?”

“Are—are you out in the field right now?”

“Yeah, but you know you can always come by, you’re my girl, I always want to see you. Plus, Eddie and Hen are here too, they said you should come hang out.”

His girl, his girl, his girl. He’s going to kill you, always telling you that you’re his best friend, dodging all your sober and drunk attempts at seduction, only to turn around and do this.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to come to the scene of an active emergency, plus I’ve got a patient soon.” You tell him, pulling your phone away again to read Athena’s text.

Athena: Yeah, I’ve got the three of them in my sights, looks like they’ve been dosed with something.

“Aw boo, ditch the kid, he’ll survive a missed therapy appointment I missed a ton as a kid.” Buck says, and you can hear Eddie booing in the background, though you’re pretty sure he has no idea what’s going on.

Y/N: Dosed???? With what????

“Okay um we’re gonna circle back to that comment but Buck, are you high right now?” You stand and begin to pace.

Athena: We have to arrest them; think you can rein Buck in?

Y/N: I’ll try

“High on life, on the sound of your voice, and maybe I put a bit too much pre workout in my shake this morning.” He draws out the “e” sound in maybe, and you try to ignore how you can hear him smiling through the phone.

“Come on, I’m serious.” You say, biting down on a manicured nail worriedly.

“I’m serious.” He mimics, then he gets loud again. “Whoa hey Athena, no fair, I’m talking to y/n.”

“Buck, just let Athena put you in handcuffs, it’s for your safety and the safety of others.” You say making your tone soothing, trying to lull him into doing what Athena says.

“Call me baby. Like you did in the bar when you wanted that guy to leave you alone, and maybe I will.” He says, his voice teasing and low.

He’s such a brat, you can’t believe you’re in love with him.

You can hear Athena groan in the background, and you sigh heavily; your face flushing even though you’re alone. “Buck, baby, will you please go quietly with Athena?”

“Will you come bail me out?” He counters.

“You’re not going to jail Buck.” Athena says, flatly.

“How about I come to the station after my next patient, and you just sit pretty waiting for me?”

“You know I’d wait forever for you sweetheart.” He purrs, and your stomach flips.

“You’re so sweet, now let Athena arrest you, I have to go.” You say quickly, trying not to scream.

“Okay, bye y/n.” He says, and you can hear Eddie and Hen chiming in as well.

You race over to the 118 after your last patient, tapping your nails on the steering wheel, worrying at your bottom lip. Your shoes click against the concrete of the floor, and you take the steps two at a time until you see him. He’s half slumped on the kitchen table, but he brightens when he sees you.

“Y/N!” He stands quickly, closing the distance between you, wrapping you in a bear hug and lifting you off the ground.

“Buck—put me down!” You laugh, clinging to him for balance.

“No, if I put you down, you’ll leave again.” He pouts, his large hands going to your thighs, holding you up, your legs wrapping around him in an extra effort to keep yourself steady.

It’s not even necessary, Buck’s arms aren’t even slightly straining under your weight, it’s like you weigh less than a bunch of grapes.

“I just got here, I'm not going anywhere.” You tell him, face burning hotter and hotter the longer he keeps you in his grip.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He smiles, and your stupid heart skips a beat.

“Although you’re the one who ran out on me the other week.” You drawl, taking advantage of his diverted attention to draw circles on the nape of his neck with your nails.

“The other week?” Buck’s cheeks redden and he looks dazed, distracted, his hands squeezing your thighs every so often, an unconscious reflex or a side effect of the drugs? You’re not sure.

You bite your lip and Buck’s eyes drift to it. “My apartment? Before all the craziness and the countywide emergencies, I offered to make you breakfast, and you just bolted.”

“Oh yeah…” Buck says, as he carries you over to the couch, sitting down, keeping you in his lap. “Sorry about that, that was rude of me, huh?”

“A little bit.” You tell him, hoping no one comes upstairs, because Buck might not have any shame, but you sure do.

“Let me make it up to you.” He says, giving you the most puppy dog look you’ve ever seen.

“Buck you’re high, we can talk about this when you’re sober.” You tell him, moving to get off his lap.

He holds you fast, his large hands on your hips. “You said you wouldn’t leave.”

Yeah, you’re definitely gonna bring this up to him at a later date, he needs to talk to a professional about his abandonment issues.

“Buck I can’t just be straddling you in your place of work, it’s not appropriate.”

He pouts but lets you move to sit beside him, keeping his hands on your hips. “Fine, fine, but seriously y/n, I’ll make it up to you, anything, tell me what I have to do.”

Tell me you love me, tell me you want me, tell me I’m not crazy. You want to say it, he’s high as hell, he won’t remember, but it feels wrong, like you’d be taking advantage of him somehow.

“You don’t need to make it up to me, we’re friends, I shouldn’t have expected anything more.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean?” Buck asks, his brows furrowed.

“We’re friends, you say it all the time, and I know I shouldn’t expect more than friend behavior from you, but sometimes I’m a little delusional.”

“And?”

“And?” Now it’s your turn to furrow your brows. “No and, that’s it.”

He shakes his head. “There’s always an and.”

“Fine, and I want more.”

“More friend stuff?” He asks, his thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt seeking out your skin.

“More than friend behavior. But I know you don’t feel that way, and really, we shouldn’t even be having this conversation right now, you won’t even remember—”

Buck drags you back into his lap, and kisses you, his lips soft, melding with yours, intent on devouring you, and fuck you’ve wanted this for so long, but you can’t, he’s not in his right mind.

You break the kiss, and pull back, stomach flipping when his lips chase yours, giving you that puppy dog pout he wears so well.

There’s a heartbreaking uncertainty that flickers across his face. “I thought—?”

“No, no you’re right, you thought right, it’s just Buck, you’re high.” You stress, cupping his cheeks, swiping your thumbs back and forth along his cheekbones.

“Yeah y/n, I know.” He groans, “everyone keeps reminding me.”

“And just like how you told me no when I was drunk, I’m telling you no now.” You say firmly, undercutting it by booping his nose.

He wrinkles his nose in response, all uncertainty gone. “Fine, fine, you’re a good person y/n, kinda a tease, but it’s okay I still love you.”

You swallow hard and get off his lap. “Yeah, let’s see how you feel when you sober up.”

Eventually Maddie comes to pick Buck up and you head home, thoroughly wiped by the emotional rollercoaster you’ve been on. Falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You wake up the next day to a text from Buck.

Buck: Fully sober, I meant what I said, did you?

Y/N: Yeah I’ve actually been flirting with you for months now, so

Buck: I’ll be over in thirty sweetheart, and I’m bringing breakfast. No running out this time I promise

[aaronsinferno]

I really need a BuckTommy cooking date where Buck is in his element, standing over the stove or chopping onions on the counter, mixing ingredients like a mad man. It's just the two of them, catching up after their busy schedules kept them apart. Sharing stories about how crazy their shifts were recently and express how much they've missed one another. Buck insists on doing all the cooking himself, refusing Tommy’s offers to help. He just wants Tommy with him. He wants to do this for him. As Buck cooks, he narrates his process every now and then, using Tommy as his taste tester, occasionally popping pieces of ingredients into Tommy’s mouth. There’s a constant refilling of wine glasses and soft music playing in the background, mingling with the mouth-watering smell of the food. Their laughs echo throughout the kitchen and small lingering touches betray how much they’ve really missed each other’s company. Despite their inability to keep their hands off one another, they manage to keep their composure.

Until after dinner, that is.

[weewookinard]

Mommy, who's your daddy? (part two)

After Jee-Yun asks her the most embarrassing question of her entire motherhood, Maddie decides to come to her brother for an explanation. And it doesn't matter if the whole station is there to witness her anger.

Or, the sequel of the one where Maddie learn about her brother's daddy kink in the worst way possible, inspired by the great @judymarch15 and her incredible fic who's (not) your daddy ❤️

(plus, a cameo of @dadbodbuck because i love him too ❤️)

Go read it on AO3

(chapter one here if you haven't read it yet)

I'm sorry it took so much time for me to write this, but here it is, hope you enjoy it ❤️

Tagging people that likes me enough not to tell me to shut up lmao ❤️ and everybody that liked the first part!!

@do-androids-dream-ao3acc @sunnywithachanceofbi @waywaychuck @aplaceinme

@kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts @sunset-bobby @geekfan67 @nymeria1105

@sweaters-and-silly @firewasabeast @hyperfocusthusly @jyt1891

@half-oz-eddie @dadbodbuck @magicallarynx @dark-alice-lilith

@gyraethere @flyboyhan @unfuckablebogtroll @a-mel0n

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@corvussky @magicallarynx @passiveagressivepoet @roxas31

@captain-dh @demonvampire180writes @a-mel0n @dark-alice-lilith

@karrieharrie @unfuckablebogtroll @screaming-universe @cliophilyra

@k4nd1-c0rn @cannibalhellhound @racerchix21 @evansbuck-ley

@theotherbuckley

[watchyourbuck]

personal pornstar

buddie | 4,5k | explicit

Eddie looked like a fucking pornstar, strutting into the firehouse like he knew exactly what he was doing. All shoulders and ass and an 80’s stache that had Buck’s blood rushing down so fast he’d thought he would pass out right then and there.

Like the good friend he was, he intercepted him before he arrived at the common area and shoved him into a supply closet, locking the door behind them. “Eddie, what the fuck?”

OR: Eddie grows a beard, then loses half of it. Buck apparently has a facial hair kink. (Includes Buck getting rimmed by Eddie pornstache Díaz, then fucked over a table. Also a little fluff bc wink).

Read on ao3

[racheld93]

TOMMY KINARD'S EARS ARE PEIRCED

discuss please. art and fic please. feed me.