#Chimtommy

[chimneyz]

buck talks about tommy a lot at work, probably too much. and probably sometimes a bit too personal. chimney decides one day to shut buck up and says to buck: "well at least i got to kiss tommy first" and it works, and chimney doesn't elaborate. buck gets home all in a huff, tommy was fixing up a car in the garage when buck goes to him.

"did you kiss chimney?!"

"he remembered that? we were drunk it happened once! never mentioned again! can't believe he remembered."

"tommy that's my brother in law!"

"he wasn't at the time."

"ok why did you kiss him though."

"we were drunk... i also may have had a crush on him at the time."

"on my brother in law?!"

[espressotonicc]

I know why it was done for story purposes but isn't it funny how Chim came to 118, saw Tommy, and was like yup, that one. I mean:

"tell me what your thing is and ill make it mine".

[gaytommykinard]

this is mostly crack but

chimney has been tasked with restocking the ambulance and cleaning the engine top to bottom and tommy's up in the loft watching him and eli spots him and comes up to have a word with him

"you have got to start being nicer to him, kinard."

tommy, still stuck in daydream mode, "you think he'd let me suck his dick?"

[originalcrime]

madneytommy threesome. just because tommy’s gay doesn’t mean he doesn’t think maddie watching is hot and maddie … well let’s just say when buck got all the exhibitionism kink maddie got all the voyeurism kink. and chimney’s just very very happily along for the ride. literally

[somethingaboutfirefly]

The lact of Chimtommy fics is a crime

[jacki-daytona]

chat going feral about rarepairs/threesomes/foursomes/awesomes currently

[sherlockismarvelous9-1-1]

911 Tag Game

rules: answer your opinion on these nine topics, then tag nine other people to give their opinion as well

I was tagged by @bisexualbrainrots , (Mama I made it)

Favorite Character: Buck, Chim and Tommy

Character You Relate to the Most: Tommy

Favorite Episode: Chimney begins (Masterpiece of an episode), Masks and don't kill me but basically all of s1 (for 10 episodes there is so much going on but in a cohesive way that I just love)

Hottest Take: I can see where Tim is going in the isolating Buck because when you think about it, outside the 118 he has nothing. Everyone else has a family and defined hobbies that they have outside of being at work whereas Buck doesn't. That line in 8x07 "Little lonely, but doing okay" breaks me. It has been touched on before in previous seasons but never 'resolved' about Bucks isolation and I think it will be quite interesting in the back half of season 8 to explore.

Favorite Lone Star Character: Judd

Favorite Ship: Bucktommy

Most Underrated Character: Captain Metha and All the background firefighters like Ortiz, Ramos and the others at the 118 that get mentioned. I want to know what they think of the firefam and how they probably feel left out some of the time.

Most Underrated Ship: Canon I don't know but chimtommy and buckalbert will always have my heart...

One Thing You Would Love to See: Two things: The Rookie crossover and Crash that helicopter. The rookie crossover could even parallel chenford and bucktommy being broken up but obviously unrealistic and I really want that crossover. To be honest an abbot elementary one would also be hilarious but difficult to make happen.

No pressure tags:

@qwordavoider @xofemeraldstars @wellthatsnottrue @loulou-land @perfectlysunny02 @kawaiifacesong @tommyandrockersboy @autisticbucktommy @gaytommykinard

[chimneyz]

we have talked so much about past saltommy when will we talk more about past chimtommy?

[lockwood-and-co0]

guys the tiktok girlies don’t understand the chimtommy vision :(

[theweewooshow]

divine intervention that your chimtommy reblog passed my dash as i was about to give up on the chimtommy fic i've been writing tonight

don't give up!! the world needs more chimtommy fic

[partofthelouniverse]

WE WERE ROBBED

9-1-1 -> 2x12 ❝ chimney begins ❞

[mmso-notlikethat]

babyyyy

[bidisasterevankinard]

Ok, listen to me. Tommy and Chim who are friends and fwb for years, when they are both single, meet Buckley siblings and fall in love

Chim says that he understands what is like when man like Tommy is your bi awakening and promises Buck he found himself a good one. Buck tries to deny but not bc he doesn't know about crush but bc Maddie and he both think they fall in love with man who are together for years. Tommy and Chim eventually start flirting with their Buckley, but Buckleys are so angry with them for being a cheaters, but Tommy and Chim are laughing and explaining their dynamic. Nothing romantic between them

[gaytommykinard]

im gonna be writing chimneytommy bestfriendism in all my bucktommy fics. the show gave us NOTHING.

[originalcrime]

Maddie’s like, okay, I would never for a second believe that Howie would ever cheat on me but he’s acting strange and secretive and disappearing to go somewhere he’s not telling me about what’s going on? and the whole time Chimney is secretly hanging out with Tommy but just trying not to rub it in Buck’s face

[bisexualbrainrots]

Return the Favor

did it just write angst in fluffebuary? yes yes I did, but it's all because of this gifset that compelled me to.

cw: major character injury, vomit, blood.

“Guess I finally got to return the favor, huh?”

Howie smiled at him, one of those smiles that turned him into the brightest light in the room, and grabbed harder at his shoulder as they managed to walk towards an exit point of the building. Howie laughed softly, a healing sound that would normally make him smile too.

But right now all Tommy could focus on was the amount of blood that adorned his friend’s (Could he still call him friend?) face. 

Lines that had rolled down the left side of his face, mixing with the dirt and grime. Thankfully, they had discarded anything more serious than a scalp laceration, but it was still worrying.

Tommy will always worry about Howie, no matter what.

“Took you long enough, I was beginning to think we’d always be in debt,” a small cough left his throat after he chuckled, which made Tommy stop dead in his tracks “I’m okay, we probably inhaled a ton of dust in there.”

Everything started at a factory. A fire that quickly turned into a second alarm that called for multiple stations, the 118 and 217 included. Tommy guessed it was luck that picked him for ground work that shift, but Howie would probably say it was fate.

He hopes it wasn’t, because otherwise Tommy couldn’t understand why fate would collapse a story that was clear and bring both of them down, making them fight for their lives.

Fate was confusing.

Tommy sighed and they continued their walk towards safety, the roaring sounds of firefighters signaling where to find them.

“Hey, Tommy… thank you.”

Howie looked at him with a fondness he thought would never reappear, which made Tommy get a funny feeling in his chest. He really didn’t want to start crying in front of Howie.

“I know it was… wrong of me to drop you after Buck—”

“You didn’t drop me Howie, you… you did what any friend would do.”

Howie shook his head, leaning in to get a closer look at Tommy’s face “You were my friend too, Tommy. Still are,” he held the hand that was resting on his waist, giving it a squeeze “I just hope you can forgive me for that.”

He took a deep breath, or as deep as he could when he was holding Howie “You don’t have to apologize for anything, after all—” Tommy’s smile widened as he took in the view of familiar faces, minus one he found out wasn’t in the state anymore, and bumped his hip with Howie to get his attention, pointing with his head “Would you look at that, seems like someone was looking for you.”

He should’ve guessed they’d be in the front lines. Tommy wonders how many protocols and orders the 118 disobeyed to get to them. It must’ve been a ton, but he guessed they didn’t give a damn.

“We’ll always look for each other.”

Tommy loved that about them.

He let go of Howie the closer they got to the rest, and patted him on the shoulder before giving him a gentle push towards the awaited reunion. Tommy stood as his friend was being pulled into a warm embrace by Bobby, Hen and… Evan. They were all so happy, he could even spot tears in Bobby’s eyes that threatened to come out.

They were all reunited again, as they were meant to be. Tommy watched from a distance, a tired but big smile on his face that rejoiced on the family he once had, the family he could've had.

He supposed it was good he was out of the picture, after all, he never truly felt like he belonged anywhere.

Okay, that was a lie, he did belong to a place and to a person, he was just too scared to let Evan belong to him.

He held his hands on his knees, chest heaving, feeling more tired thanks to the adrenaline finally running its course. His chest expanded as much as he could, lungs begging for air he tried to get in as best as they let him.

He could hear his heart in his ears, though he supposed it had to do with the fact that Evan was looking at him, a faint smile on his lips.

A smile that faded as soon as Tommy threw up and fell on his knees.

“T-tommy!”

This is normal, it's just the adrenaline fading, you're okay. You're okay.

He was in fact, not okay. 

Tommy wanted to rest so bad, to lay on the ground and take a nap, but his former family around him made it harder for him to let go. 

“Tommy, Tommy c'mon look at me, What hurts?”

He didn't even notice the grunts, his ears feeling like he had cotton stuffed in them, unable to listen to anything other than his rapid heartbeat and labored breathing. 

He tried, though, the best he could despite the fact that even speaking had become a hardship, “My stomach…” he didn't mention the fact that it had been hurting since he woke up after the collapse, he didn't even mention to Howie that rubble had fallen on him when they fell.

They laid him on the ground, Hen hurried to open his turnouts and Howie did a quick assessment of his injuries. He wanted to get them off him, tell them there was no reason to panic yet, that they had to focus on Howie. But if breathing was already complicated, talking wasn't much better. 

A warm pair of hands held one of his and he turned his head, finding Evan and his even warmer smile that any other day would've made him melt. But the fear in his eyes was making it harder.

He wanted to lean closer, to caress his cheek and tell him everything was going to be okay.

That was the idea, until Hen pulled his shirt upwards and everyone seemed to stop breathing at once, Evan's hold tightening.

Bobby barked instructions at someone, saying something about immediate assistance and getting them an ambulance ASAP.

“W-what…” he tried to look and exhaled when he saw his belly. From what he could see, a purple and red puddle had formed on his abdomen, which made sense why it hurt so much “Oh… right, the rubble.”

Howie turned his face to him, the same panic Evan had in his eyes “You had… Tommy, why didn't you tell me?”

He smiled faintly, tired, way too tired “You have… people, Howie… I, I couldn't let you die.”

Howie's eyes glistened, his brows pulled together as he blinked rapidly and got to work, putting on a pair of gloves (When did he get the gloves?) and palpated the area, getting an immediate wince and hiss in response.

“You have people too,” he heard Evan mutter, his head ducked.

Tommy gave him a weak smile. Evan was so sweet, even when he didn’t deserve that from him anymore.

He stroked his hand with his thumb, pretending for one second that Evan’s words were true. Their eyes met, and Tommy gulped when he noticed his ex had begun to tear up. He hated to be the reason behind his tears, regardless of the situation he had found himself in.

“I’ve got a collar,” he heard Hen shout (When had she left?) and in less than 5 seconds the thing was wrapped around his neck, and he huffed in frustration to the restraint he felt because of it.

“This is… stupid… I don’t need—”

“Will you just let us help? Tommy rubble fell on you, you are not okay,” Evan’s exasperated tone made him shrink. An overwhelming wave of emotions rushed through him, which probably showed on his face given the quick way in which Evan’s expression softened “Sorry, sorry it’s just… let us help, please.”

Despite priding himself on the way he would help others without giving it a second thought, he had never been good at accepting help. Even with something so obvious as getting a cold, where help has to practically be forced onto him. With Evan though, he could never say no, his stubborn ass never giving up a fight to help him.

He took a breath and supposed there was nothing he could do, not when Evan was involved “... Okay.” He nodded slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt his body being transported into something, probably a gurney.

He was way too tired to care.

“... hey, hey, open your eyes Tommy,” Howie’s voice brought him back long enough to get a feel of the gurney he was resting in. It was softer than he thought, or maybe the sleepiness was making him sink into it better. Whatever was the case, he was comfortable.

“Bu’ ‘m sleepy” he frowned. God he felt like a child again, being woken up by his mother on a school day.

He just wanted 5 more minutes.

“You’ll get to sleep once the doctors have checked you out, baby.”

Tommy perked up at the pet name. He looked for him and found those perfect blue eyes staring at him, his lips turned upwards in an attempt of a smile to give to Evan.

He was enchanted by those eyes. The way all of his attention was on them the first time they got to have a minute to talk alone. He wanted to swim in them, swim in that ocean of sweetness and craziness that called him in. He forgot he didn’t know how to swim though, not until he was sinking down and fearing that he had fallen without a lifesaver.

He supposed that was it, fear. Fear that constantly pulled him into a self-preservation mode, fear that made him sabotage every good thing he ever had, fear that made him unable to tell Evan that he loves him.

Shit, he loves him.

“Baby…” he called out, looking for his hand as they pulled him into the ambulance.

“I’m still here Tommy, I’m always here,” the strong grip of Evan’s hand on his was comforting, just like the movement of the ambulance that rocked him like a baby.

He was feeling cold though.

Tommy took a deep breath and looked at Evan, “I need… to tell you… that I—” whatever words he was meant to say were not there anymore, a sudden stop in his consciousness that had him closing his eyes and closing himself to the world.

The last thing he heard was Howie saying something about their debt. 

Maybe fate wanted this, as payback for the strip mall. Maybe this is how it was meant to be. Maybe he was always supposed to die with Howie by his side.

Fate didn’t count on the fact that Evan Buckley, his Evan, would be put by his side too. Didn't count on the fact that he would never bend to its will. It didn’t count on the fact that he was probably on top of him performing CPR by now, not that Tommy was aware of it anymore.

Damn it, he cursed out at fate, Why didn’t you let me say it?

Though he supposed it was fine, at least he wasn’t going through this alone.

He did hope they’d manage to save him on time.

Evan still owed him that beer.