#Bucktommy

[tommykinard]

tommy kinard's outfit formulas (insp)

[mysterious-shelf]

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[bekolxeram]

I tried my best, still can't remove the music 100%.

But now we have access to Tommy's (or Lou's) adorable HEHEHE laugh.

[louferrignojrofficial]

tommy tommy tommy

[evan-buck]

hey guys did you know that when tommy found and unpacked the coffee maker, it was packed with buck's baking equipment? tommy unpacked it. he held the muffin pan and the mixing bowl and the wooden spoons in his hands and he didn't have a clue about any of it.

[rukoola]

”Evan, thank you for last night. It was fun”.

[firewasabeast]

crash that helicopter, let chimney and tommy talk, and let's get buck and tommy back together!

“Hang on, Tommy! We got ya, Bud. Just hang on.”

A part of him wondered why they were even bothering. He knew his chances the second he decided to change course and crash into the ground.

Actually, he knew before then. He knew the second the gun was put on him and he was told to fly. There was no alternate ending for him.

He was going to die today.

That’s when he decided he might as well take the rest of them with him.

Now, familiar hands were on him, touching his body. Reaching underneath him to feel along his spine, strapping a brace around his neck, sticking needles into his arm, all while asking him questions he couldn’t quite form answers to.

“Can you feel this, Tommy?” Hen asked. She was poking at his foot.

He could feel it. He could feel everything. He could feel too much.

“Y- Yeah,” he choked out.

There was a strong taste of metal in his mouth. Something wet on his lips, running down his chin.

Through blurry eyes, he could see Howie and Hen share a look. Then Hen was grabbing some gauze and wiping his mouth clean.

“We’re nearly done, Tommy,” Chimney said, and Tommy was impressed by how steady he kept his voice. Howie was meant for this job, for this life. His ability to keep people calm even as they knew they were taking their final breaths was a gift. Tommy wished he was able to say as much before he died. “We’re getting your leg set before we go.”

“S’fine,” he muttered out. “I… okay.”

A tear fell out of the corner of his eye, but he wasn’t crying. At least, he wasn’t meaning to cry. It was more from the pain than anything else. He felt like every bone in his body had been crushed. Like all his organs had been rearranged and squeezed with a vise.

There was a loud wheezing sound happening, and he was pretty sure it was coming from him.

Slowly, his eyes began to close, and the pain started to fade a bit, until a harsh rub on his chest had him gasping and his eyes opening up wide.

“Stay with us, Tommy,” Hen instructed, wiping at his mouth again. “Almost there.”

“Is… I don’t… Ev- where’s…” Tommy’s arm flailed out beside him, his brain a jumbled mess. He wasn’t even sure what he was trying to say, but he knew he needed to say something.

“What’s that, Bud?” Chimney asked, placing pressure somewhere low on his abdomen.

“Ev… Where’s E- Evan?”

Another shared look between Chim and Hen.

“Buck is-” Hen paused, looking just past Chimney. “He’s actually coming over right now, Tommy.”

Tommy went to shake his head no, but the brace prevented it. He didn’t want Evan to watch him die. He just needed them to tell him something, if he could think of what that something was.

“No,” he breathed out, voice barely audible. “N- No, d-”

“Tommy! Tommy, I’m here. You’re okay, I’m here.” Buck was panting, kneeling down beside Tommy and leaning forward so he could look right at him. “I- I’m here. You- You’ll be fine, Tommy.”

He was trying to be strong, Tommy could tell. Trying to blink away the tears that filled his eyes. Trying to keep his voice from breaking.

Tommy couldn’t have that. He didn’t want to see Evan sad. He never wanted to see Evan sad.

He tried to reach for Evan, but his hand wouldn’t quite move the way he wanted it to and it ended up just flopping up and down.

Understanding, Buck took the hand in his and held onto him. “We’ll b- be taking you to the hospital real soon, Tommy. They’ll g- get you fixed right up.”

Tommy had to focus on his words. See them in his head and work to get his mouth to open and his voice to work the way he needed it to. “S’okay,” he gasped out. “S’okay.” He could feel more tears pouring from both corners of his eyes. A steady stream that he had no control over. Still, he kept talking to Buck. “E… Evan, I- I’m… okay. Don’t w- worry.”

There was so much he wanted to say. So many things he wanted to tell Evan before it was too late.

I’m sorry I ever left.

I’m sorry I was too scared to be honest with you.

I’m sorry I thought we were more than what we were.

You made me so happy.

I love you so much.

Thank you for being my last.

None of that would come out though. Not when he was coughing, choking on the blood that was gurgling up in his throat.

“We gotta go now,” Chimney decided, and everyone sprang into action.

Tommy remembered them lifting him. He remembered groaning out in pain. He remembered Evan holding onto his hand tighter.

Then, there was nothing.

*****

There was a pressure weighing his body down. A heavy, thick pressure.

It wasn’t painful.

A little warm, if anything.

Made his body feel half numb, but in a good way.

His finger twitched. His eyes did too.

It took a second but, eventually, he was able to crack them open.

He was in a bed, elevated slightly, sheets up to his waist, the room white and sterile.

He was alive.

How the hell was he alive?

“There he is,” a familiar voice said beside him. His eyes drifted toward the sound, and there was Howie, standing right beside him with a wide smile on his face. “About time you joined us.”

“I…” God, Tommy’s throat felt like sandpaper.

“Buck’s gonna be pissed that you woke up the first time he leaves for ten minutes to go eat lunch in the cafeteria.”

Tommy’s brain was foggy. “Wh- What?”

“You’ve been out for a day and a half, Man,” Chimney informed him. “Scared the hell out of everyone, by the way. Coded three times on your way in. I think you’ve broken a record for body parts that required surgery.”

Tommy blinked a few times, trying to comprehend the things Chimney was telling him. “Can I… water?”

“Oh, yeah!” Chimney grabbed the little styrofoam cup off the tray table and held the straw to Tommy’s mouth. “Go slow. Not too much.”

Slowly, Tommy drank on the water. He swallowed down three sips before pulling away. “Thank you.”

“Need anything else right now? In any pain? Need a nurse?”

Tommy shook his head. “No, thanks.” He glanced around the room, noticing five different bouquets lined up along the window sill. There was a teddy bear in the middle, and a piece of construction paper taped to the wall that was covered in different colors of hearts.

He knew the picture had to come from Jee. The rest though… he couldn’t think of that many people who would send him stuff.

“Wh… What happened?”

Chimney grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it closer to the bed, then took a seat. “You’re a dumbass who played hero,” he replied. “Crashed your helicopter on purpose to prevent a terrorist attack.”

Oh yeah. Now Tommy remembered.

“D… Did they-”

“You’re the only survivor, Tommy.”

“Oh.” Tommy didn’t really feel one way or the other about those men dying. Not when they were planning on killing hundreds, if not thousands, of people anyway.

He raised a finger toward the flowers. “Who?”

Chimney glanced back. “Oh, those? Uh, Bobby and Athena sent one, Hen and Karen, Eddie, Ravi, and then Maddie and I got the ones on the end. The picture there is courtesy of Jee, and the teddy bear is all Buck. Said it’s an inside joke or something about bears, I did not ask beyond that.”

A grin briefly appeared on Tommy’s face, but it quickly disappeared. “You didn’t h- have to-”

Howie rolled his eyes. “Don’t even start. Harbor is setting up a food chain, by the way, once you get home they’ll be bringing stuff by.”

“That… That’s nice.”

Chimney sighed, looking back towards the door before he continued. “Listen, Buck’s gonna come bursting through the door any second, so I’m gonna fast forward through the small talk and get to it. I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but I know love when I see it. He loves you, Tommy, and I know you love him too.”

Now was really not the time. “Howie-”

“No. I know things were said between the two of you. Maddie and I aren’t great at keeping secrets, especially from each other. Whatever Buck said to you that day, he didn’t mean it. Just like I’m sure there are some things you said that you didn’t mean.”

Tommy looked away from Chimney, opting to stare out the window.

“Okay, maybe you did mean it. Maybe you really think so little of yourself that you think there’s no way anyone could ever love a guy like you.” Chimney leaned forward, moving so he was in Tommy’s direct line of sight. “But let me tell you something about you, Tommy. You’re a good person, whether you believe it or not. You’re there for people. You show up. You were willing to die just so other people wouldn’t get hurt. Even as you thought you were dying you were trying to console Buck and make sure he was okay. That’s the Tommy I know.”

Tears filled Tommy’s eyes. His lip trembled slightly. He tried to keep it together.

“I know that Buck hasn’t left you for a second until today, and he only did that if I promised to stick to your side like glue. No bathroom breaks,” Chimney continued. “I know that there were five men holding him back at the scene of the crash. He had direct orders from the chief that he’d be suspended or worse if he so much as tried to get near you, but he did it anyway. That’s a man who has loved his job more than anything else in the world for as long as I’ve known him, but he didn’t give it a second thought when it came to you.”

Tommy swallowed hard. A tear fell down his cheek.

“You’re loved, Tommy. And not just by Buck. See those flowers?” He pointed back to the bouquets. “The smallest bouquet is like fifty dollars. That’s insane. You’re loved.”

Tommy let out a laugh at that. But before he could respond, the door opened and Buck hurried inside.

“You’re awake!” he exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing. “Chim!” he pouted. “I told you not to let him do that.”

“Like I can help when he wakes up!”

“I can close my eyes,” Tommy offered, voice still gravelly and eyes feeling heavier by the second. “Pretend to... wake up again.”

“No, I- that’s not…” Buck let out a breath, his body relaxing. “Tommy.”

Tommy smiled sleepily. “Evan.”

“I- Do you need anything?” he asked, stepping closer. “Has the nurse come in yet? Did Chimney give you water? Are you in pain? Do you-”

“I- I’m fine, Evan,” Tommy interrupted. He looked over his heavily bandaged body before returning his gaze to Buck. “Well… maybe fine’s the wrong word.”

Buck couldn’t take his eyes off of him. “I’m, um, I-” he cleared his throat. “We were worried about you.”

“Thank you, Evan,” Tommy responded, holding his hand open for Buck to take, “for staying w- with me.”

Buck closed the remaining space between them in an instant. He took Tommy’s hand in his, sitting down carefully on the side of the bed. “Nowhere else I’d wanna be, Tommy.”

“Well,” Chimney spoke up, “seeing as you both forgot I existed, I am going to go.” He reached out gave Tommy a pat on the shoulder. “See ya later, Man. Try not to break anymore bones while I’m gone.”

Tommy smiled. “Thanks, Howie. See ya.”

When Chimney left out of the room, he shut the door behind them. Buck waited until it clicked shut to speak. “Tommy, I,” he breathed out shakily, his eyes red-rimmed, “I know you’re tired. You… You need sleep, but I- I want to, um, I’d like for us to talk when you feel like it. If that’s okay,” he added quickly.

“Yeah, Evan.” Tommy gave his hand a little squeeze. “That’s okay.”

Buck grinned. “Okay. You look tired. You should, um, you should rest.”

As much as Tommy wanted to stay awake, his body was not getting the memo. “You’ll be here... when I wake up?”

Buck nodded. “Of course.”

“Good." Tommy's eyes began to close, but his grip on Buck’s hand remained. Half asleep, he mumbled, “Don’t le- let go, m’kay?”

Buck wrapped Tommy’s hand in both of his, bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the knuckles. “I won’t, Tommy. Not this time.”

[bisexualbrainrots]

I really really love the imperfect way in which the hookup scene goes.

like, it doesn't follow a perfectly choreographed moment that's made to look hot for the sake of being hot. so many things go "wrong" and yet, I couldn't be more obsessed with it if I tried.

from the moment buck pushes tommy against the wall, neither oliver nor lou look perfect: a rug falls on them and for a split second you can see lou stops touching oliver's neck to push it aside, their legs are so wide oliver almost crashes into lou at the start, and they even kick one of the boxes to the side for god's sake. there's also this moment a lot of people noticed where oliver frowns when lou has to breathe and mouths something. and let's not forget oliver kissing the wall, insane.

then when tommy drives buck to the wall? the way lou pushes but you can catch oliver pulling him closer and there's a moment where they collide? and then they separate to take their clothes off and, instead of being this perfect moment, both of them struggle to take the pieces off, especially lou. but it doesn't end there, then you have lou holding onto the walls for balance because oliver's pulling from his tank top with a strong ass grip.

something that sells this so well too is the way oliver and lou portray this primal need buck and tommy feel for each other in that moment, how they're able to show the way their characters have been bottling up this desire for months that just explodes the moment they get their hands on each other. their kisses are strong, oliver keeps sticking his tongue out and lou can't stop holding oliver's waist and nape.

I really admire aisha for the way she made this entire moment feel so organic and even dare I say real. letting all these little things just happen makes it more perfect and hotter in my opinion. and I love how playful and comfortable lou and oliver were with each other, there's a level of trust they have now and you can clearly see how much fun they had in the process and it's magnificent (also, someone caught a moment where oliver and lou nod at each other before tommy lunges to kiss buck and that's ughh perfect!).

I got really inspired by @newtkelly post to write this, so go read it!

[newtkelly]

tell me all the ways you love the make out scene

i genuinely love everything about it

i love that buck is so forward about taking tommy home, and that tommy looks shocked yet also sort of amazed at his luck. he’s truly giving top who can’t believe he gets to fuck that energy

i love the desperation they’re exuding, the fucking relief and release of energy. literally episode after episode of buck pining and miserable and yearning and it wasn’t all in our heads, it was genuinely building up to this erotic, cathartic moment

i love that they’re touching each other all over and that they both look so goddamn big. that buck is so dazed that he doesn’t react to a carpet landing on his head. that even when they part because tommy has questions, it’s short-lived and they gravitate right back to each other with another flirty little quip

best of all, i love that buck pulls tommy into his bedroom with a fist twisted into his shirt. he wants him and he’s not being coy about it or playing hard to get. he just fucking wants him so bad. there’s a wonder radiating off of the both of them, like they are stunned that they are lucky enough to have each other again. the way buck pulls him in is bratty and seductive, it’s so fucking hot how unafraid he is to show tommy how bad he wants it, and that’s always, always how i’ve pictured their sexual dynamic. it’s just the affirmation and validation of everything i’ve ever thought about them. they enjoy each other like this so much

and one more thing- it’s one thing for buck to say he’s into tommy, that he’s into men, that he has (or had) a boyfriend, but truly seeing buck and tommy getting dirty, the tangible evidence of his bisexuality- it’s a treat beyond what i ever expected. from his very first solo scene, sex has been at the center of buck’s character, and honestly, this scene connected this era of buck’s story to the core of the show

[leathercouchcushion]

In light of some people using the Kinley Café request form to push a hateful agenda, I want to remind everyone that this cafe is all about spreading love as it is a kindness project.

Reblog this to show your support for the Kinley Café and that you stand on the side of spreading positivity and love throughout fandom.

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Go forth, and be kind to everyone 🫶

Edit: Hate sent over a ship is completely unacceptable. Do better, be kind. Fandom isn’t fun when you spew hateful rhetoric.

[whatsourmotto]

The number of things this scenes confirmed to feed fic writers though:

Buck uses his tongue A Lot

Buck goes for the neck if given the opportunity

Tommy will grab Buck's waist/chest at any occasion

Buck manhandles Tommy pretty easily, actually

Buck doesn't hesitate to use the puppy eyes

Comfort doesn't matter to either

Tommy's good at cooking as aftercare

Buck sleeps on the left-side of the bed

[tommykinard]

7.03 Capsized (March 28, 2024) -> 8.11 Holy Mother of God (March 20, 2025)

[ohithankyou]

evan buckley and tommy kinard displaying the romance of hands

[k-wame]

CRAY

[louferrignojrofficial]

i slowed down this moment, notice oliver nodding before lou goes in...