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[dangerpronebuddie]

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Obviously 😁

“It's- it's disgusting!” Buck cries. “What is?” Hen asks as she sits down beside Chim. “Eddie and Ethan spent the entire call flirting,” Chim says. “Buckaroo is handling it like a true professional.” Buck sticks his tongue out at Chim. “It is unprofessional that they spent more time talking about Ethan's tattoos than actually doing their job.” “And… what's professional about whatever you and Eddie got going on?” Hen questions, raising her eyebrows. “Not the point,” Buck says, pointing a finger at her. “Besides, we don't have anything going on.” “There's his real problem,” Chim says before snapping his gum. “I just think it's weird Eddie's always hanging around that guy whenever we get called to a scene with them,” Buck says, trying to get the conversation back on track. “And- and they're texting constantly. I know we said we'd try and set them up but it's excessive!” Hen leans close to Chim like she's going to whisper to him, but uses a stage whisper instead. “I think I've seen this before.” Chim nods sagely and strokes an imaginary beard. “I think you're right. Think he'll date this one too?”

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[rosyhoneydew]

holly fuck!!!! 💥💥💥is so hot!!! can we have some more please ❤️

thank you so much!!! I am blown away by the support for this one already! this one picks up from here. 💕

Evan sucks in a breath, his hands reach out to hold Tommy’s waist, and then push down at the middle of his back to bend him further. “Look at that,” he says. “You did this for me?” Tommy groans, nodding and rubbing his face against the cool countertop in the process. “You spent your day getting ready for me to come home, huh?” Evan says, running a fingertip along the edge of the plug still nestled inside of Tommy. “Waited for me so I could just slip right back inside.” He leans down close to Tommy’s ear and speaks lowly, pressing the plug in deeper when he continues. “Did you hope I’d find you like I did last night? Fuck right into you like a sweet little toy? Hmm?” Tommy’s eyes roll back at Evan’s voice, the pressure inside him just barely grazing his prostate, just enough to tease at what he could have. He moans a noise that he’s not sure he’s ever made before, some kind of pleading whine that has Evan moaning in sympathy. “Oh, you poor thing.” And then Tommy finally hears the telltale sounds of Evan sliding his zipper down behind him.

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[diazheartsbuckley]

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Hello my dear 💕

A little bit of insomnia fic coming your way 💕

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When Buck realizes that Eddie only sleeps at night if they’re on the phone, he makes it his personal mission to make sure that it happens. He knows that Eddie has admitted that it helps but seeing it in action is another thing. One night in particular stands out to Buck because he catches a glimpse of what Eddie has been trying to handle alone for the past four months.

He sees Eddie stirring in his sleep, tossing and turning in his bed, lips and brows furrowed and even a low whimper escapes his mouth.

Buck never brings it up with Eddie tho, knowing that the fact he has even dared to talk about his feelings is overwhelming enough for him. And they don’t talk about it at work either, not because people can’t know that Eddie is struggling, because most of them have caught on.

But because it feels so intimate. Because it feels like it’s just the two of them in the world when they’re both awake at 2 am, not saying a single word but finding equal amount of comfort in just knowing that the other person is there.

And apparently Eddie talks in his sleep. A lot. Most of it doesn’t make sense but sometimes it does and it’s either immensely heartbreaking or funny. One time, Eddie was mumbling about Shannon’s death and Buck saw his entire body tensing up as it happened.

And Buck wants to ask about it but it hasn’t felt like the right time yet. And although Eddie is the one who often calls him in the evening, even bringing it up feels like a violation of his privacy. Yet curiosity gets the better of him one night when they’re sitting in Buck’s kitchen, Eddie’s fingertip tracing the label on his beer.

“I-…I didn’t really know if this was appropriate for me to talk about but I just couldn’t help but to wonder” Buck starts out carefully, testing the waters.

Eddie lifts his head and tilts it slightly, urging Buck to go on without saying anything.

“You talk about her sometimes in your sleep, you know? Shannon, I mean. And it made me think about how much you must miss her. Everything happened so fast and-..”

“I miss her everyday, Buck. But the reality is that I lost her a long time before she passed away and I don’t know, sometimes that makes it sting even more”

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[ladyeyrewrites]

💭💭💭💭 I KKOW I ASK LIKE ALL TIME BUT THIS IS GENUINELY THE MOST FIRE FIC EVER

@nattetheshipper Thanks so much! I don't mind if you keep the asks coming on this or any of my other WIPs. I've just started my weekend so I'll have plenty of time to write. Planning on polishing and posting the first chapter of this to Ao3 sometime this weekend too.

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“Might as well be a lifetime for Buck,” Maddie sighs, shoulders slumped with exhaustion. “I mean, he doesn’t even remember getting that nickname right now.” Her eyes widen with a sudden thought. “What if he doesn’t remember how to be a firefighter? He loves his job so much.”

Tommy shakes his head. “I doubt he can remember that he loves it.” Tommy does not add that Evan doesn’t even remember that he loves Tommy, because right now isn’t the time to succumb to self-pity, no matter how much he wants go home and climb under the duvet and cry until whatever bullshit version of the world this is gets washed away in the flood of his tears. “We should probably go tell the others what’s going on.”

Maddie nods and together they leave Evan’s hospital room to head to the waiting room to where the rest of the 118 are gathered still in their turnouts and soot streaks.

Karen’s arrived as well, bringing all the kids.

“Where’s Uncle Buck!” Jee-Yun half-yells as she runs up to her mother. And Tommy can’t help but picture her inevitable confusion and grief when she realises Evan doesn’t remember his favourite niece.

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[hbyrde36]

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“I’m losing my mind, Robin.” Steve groaned, slumping in his seat on the other side of the booth. It felt a little strange leaving Eddie alone back at the house after he’d talked about leaving this morning, only to be guilt tripped into staying. Steve was furious with himself for slipping like that, for not being able to hold it in and just let Eddie go, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t relieved that the other boy had changed his mind. Mostly relieved. “That's a little dramatic,” Robin said around a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger. “I think Eddie’s rubbing off on you.” Steve cut her a hard glare. If she only knew. “That’s kinda the problem.” “Ew,” she mumbled, before setting her food back down and pushing the plate away. Steve rolled his eyes. “I'm serious!” “Again, ew, but tell me more.”

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[leashybebes]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 can we get the part where buck allies himself into sleeping with his bestie 👉👈

okay okay i have time before my meeting lol. just for you, here's some ridiculousness 💛💛

"No luck?"

"He said I was obviously here with someone and he wasn't interested in being a - a proxy in our weird psychosexual games."

"Huh. He sounds fun. Lucky escape, man. Weird psychosexual games sound like a great way to spend a Saturday night."

Tommy laughs like he can't help himself.

"Who did he think you were here with? Maybe there was someone checking you out, we could - "

"Really, Evan? I think he might have thought I was here with the guy who was grinding up on me for ten minutes before shoving me in his direction."

"Wait, me? Oh, shit! I totally cock blocked you, dude, I'm sorry!"

"Don't worry about it."

"No, c'mon. Find another guy, we'll get you sorted out. Or, uh." Evan can feel the pre-echo of what he's about to say rattling around in his head, and the three shots he's had isn't nearly enough of an excuse, but… "Or I could, uh. Help you out?"

"Uh - what?"

"Believe it or not, I do know how to handle a dick," Evan says, gesturing vaguely between his legs. "And I mean - an ass is an ass, right?"

Tommy's eyes are…a little fixated at where Evan had gestured. It's not not flattering.

"You're straight, Evan."

Evan shrugs. "Sure, but I also ruined your night by like - dry humping you on the dance floor so. Let me make it up to you?"

He's not quite sure why it feels so urgent to him that Tommy ends the night satisfied, but he's doing his best to be a good wingman and this just…saves them both a little effort, is all.

Tommy closes his eyes for a second. "I must be fucking crazy," he says under his breath. And then, in a more normal tone, "Sure. Okay."

[dadvans]

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(for the make me write meme)

Tommy pulls his dick out of his shorts, hard and a little wet at the tip, and nudges it at the hem of Buck’s shirt, pushing it up a little “Can I?”

He always used to like straddling Buck, jerking off on him, on Buck’s face and mouth especially. Buck had liked it too, the newness of it, the knowledge that Tommy could just stare down at his face and that would be enough to make him come. Tommy’d also jerked off over Buck’s chest several times, said, “So, you like it when I turn you a mess?” Once when they’d fooled around, Tommy got himself slicked up, got lube on Buck’s pecs and thrust between them with a fist, and Buck had shot off early when Tommy had told him that he loved Buck’s tits.

This feels similar.

“Whatever you want,” Buck says, and the need starts to simmer low in his belly again in a way that feels dangerous.

Tommy nods and curls his thumb under Buck’s shirt to expose the small bump of his belly. His breath hitches a little, and he guides the head of his dick up the curve slowly, experiential, leaving a smear of pre-come on Buck’s skin. In ways it never has before, Tommy marking him like this feels reverent, worshipful.

“That get you hot?” He asks as Tommy does it again, thrusts idly while using his free hand to cup his stomach. “Knowing that’s your kid in there? That you put your kid in me?”

[stormy-writer]

I have writer's block :((

For every note this gets, like, comment, reblog, anything, I will write another word. Please, I beg you, make me write.

This will end on May 1st <<333

Edit: just logged back onto Tumblr for the first time in a while... I'm scared.

Edit 2: school is too hard, this'll end when summer starts and all this bullshit is over

Edit 3: ... It's time... I've been putting this off long enough... 419 words of a rewrite that I abandoned far too long ago. Pray for me.

[theotherbuckley]

Im in love with this fic and i need more

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You're an amazing writer btw 🩷🪱

Thank you! I'm glad people are liking this fic 🥰

Here's 900 more words just for you <3

🦵 - Buck and Tommy meet at physio after the truck bombing

Tommy isn’t there at his next physio appointment — now only seeing his physiotherapist once every two weeks, unlike Buck who still has to see her every week. The session feels slower than normal; it always does when he’s alone. Bobby promised him that next time he would be able to come with, but today, there’s no one, not even Tommy, to chat with afterwards. 

Dr Mistry seems to sense his subdued mood and has taken to being far more cheerful than he can ever recall.

“Why are you so happy?” he asks, slumping down into his chair after she had given his leg a deep and rather unpleasant massage. 

Dr Mistry turns to him, shooting him a look which he doesn’t care to decipher. “You are quiet. It’s unsettling.”

Buck opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again, staring at his doctor. “Hey, I don’t talk that much.”

“You haven’t even complained one time.”

And okay, that’s fair, but still. 

“I’m just tired,” Buck tells her. It’s not even a lie. He is tired. He’s always tired. He’s just a little spacey today. He’s been feeling quite defeated lately. Sometimes, it feels like all of his hard work is for nothing. His leg still aches like bitch whenever the weather changes, and he only just managed to complete the full length of the bar unaided last session, far behind where he should have been at this point. He’s trying so hard to get better, to work again, but it doesn’t matter how much effort he puts in, it’s never enough. He’s never enough. 

And when there’s nobody with him to tell his brain to shut up, he gets stuck inside his head, and he doesn’t quite know how to get out of it. 

It’s exhausting. 

So he’s tired. He really, really is. 

It’s just a type of tiredness that he doesn’t think he can recover from. Not until his leg is recovered, at least. 

Dr Mistry looks at him for a moment, her eyes scanning over his face, hyperanalysing his expressions as though she can see right down into his soul, see all of those helpless thoughts running around in his head. “There’s doctors for that,” she says, and Buck doesn’t have to ask what she means. 

“I don’t need therapy,” Buck says back, a little too defensively. He’s probably lying, but he doesn’t want to see anyone. He’s fine. He will be. It just takes time, isn’t that what everyone keeps saying?

“It’s not healthy to keep everything stuck inside. Sometimes it is good to let it all out,” she continues, ignoring his slight outburst. 

“I have people. It’s just— It’s hard when they’re not around.”

She nods in understanding but hands him a card anyway. “Just think about it.”

He takes the card begrudgingly and sticks it in his wallet, where he knows he’s not going to touch it again. He doesn’t need help. He just needs to be able to walk— to work. He’ll be fine after that. 

As soon as he gets home, he takes the card out of his wallet and stares at it. 

And then he texts Tommy. 

Buck: Have you ever seen a therapist?

Tommy: Hi Tommy how are you

I’m great thank you for asking

Buck: Yeah yeah

Answer the question

Tommy: I have

Buck: And? 

My doctor wants me to see one

But I don’t want to

Especially not after last time

I’m not that guy anymore

Tommy: Not what guy?

Buck: Not the guy who sleeps with his therapist

Tommy: I’m not sure if I should ask

Buck: Probably best

So..?

Tommy: Therapy helped me

I wasn’t a great guy before

Buck almost scoffs at his phone. Tommy the guy who drove him home and helped him up multiple flights of stairs, whilst injured, on their first meeting, wasn’t a good guy?

Buck: You? Be honest

Tommy: I wasn’t

Turns out repressing my sexuality and listening to what my father taught me is not a good combination

Hurt a lot of people because of it

But therapy helped

I’m comfortable being myself now

Buck has to pause at that. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with it, he just didn’t really expect it. Maybe that’s not a good thing to say. He’s an ally, actually. The rainbow flag in his bio every June proves that. 

Buck: Wait

You’re gay?

Tommy: I am, yeah. Is that a problem?

Buck: No of course not! Men are hot.

Tommy: Mmhmm  

Buck: So you think I should do it?

Tommy: Do what?

Buck: See a therapist

Tommy: I don’t know, Evan

That’s up to you

But if your doctor suggested it, maybe you should listen

Buck: And I don’t need to sleep with them?

Tommy: You definitely do not.

Even after the conversation, Buck can’t bring himself to dial the number on the card. His stomach rumbles after a while, and Buck looks at his watch, mildly surprised to find it past 3 pm. He drops the card on the coffee table, and hobbles to the kitchen with his cane to make himself some food. 

When he sits back down, his mind is focused on queer history, and he finds himself googling pride and forgetting all about therapy. It wasn’t like he needed it anyway.

[sad-girl-hours23]

okay 🛋️ ikea fic has me intrigued 👀

Yay! Okay. This ended up being more than five sentences lol and full disclaimer, the tone of the story is going to change quite a bit from this part (it's gonna get disgustingly domestic).

And it's shaping up to be very Tommy-centric, but anyway! I hope you enjoy.

Tommy’s phone chimes multiple times in quick succession. He opens his messages, thinking there’s some emergency, only to see he’s been added to a group chat with Eddie, Hen, Maddie, and Howie. 

Eddie: Whatever you do, do not let Buck tell you about his couch theory. Do not ask. Change the subject. 

Maddie: Don’t let him out of your sight for more than five minutes. He won’t resurface for hours. Put a leash on him if you have to lol

Howie: Don’t let him eat the meatballs!

Hen’s only contribution is a laughing face emoji.

Tommy shakes his head and laughs. He’s never met a group of people more prone to dramatics. 

He replies, It'll be fine.  I’m helping Evan pick out a couch, not caring for a Mogwai.

He’s left on read.

Two hours, six separations, two unsanctioned jaunts to the restaurant, and one spirited debate over the use of couch versus sofa later, and they still don’t have a couch.

Tommy looks at Evan, furrowed eyebrows, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, clipboard clutched in his hands.

Oh right, he thinks. My boyfriend is a fucking gremlin.

[steddieas-shegoes]

98. “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs” 👀

READICUS. Okay. Alright. I've caught the context disease from you though.

Rated M | tags: language, flirting, dirty talk, so much discussion about sex they might as well be having it, getting together, FWB to lovers

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It was just grocery shopping.

They were in a grocery store.

Eddie should not be getting hard watching Steve pick out the ripest bananas.

Like, genuinely, even he knew this was as ridiculous as it could get.

It's just that they'd been casually fucking for the last few weeks, letting off steam, just dudes helping dudes through their synchronous dry spells, and watching Steve pay so much attention to a fucking banana was a lot for Eddie to wrap his mind around.

Casually fucking might not even be the right term.

It was more like...fucking like rabbits.

Eddie spent more time at Steve's house than he spent at his own, and most of that time was spent either naked or trying to be.

He spent the night last night, and only agreed to come shopping with Steve after a very convincing blowjob against the kitchen counter.

It was working for them.

Except for how much Eddie loved Steve. Not like a friend, or a brother, or the way he loved his Hellfire minions. He loved Steve in the "would marry you in Vegas and have tons of babies with you if you wanted" way.

So embarrassing.

Especially taking into consideration that there was no way Steve saw their arrangement as anything more than convenient.

He watched as Steve finally settled on the perfect bunch of bananas and shuffled back to the cart that Eddie was leaning on.

Eddie leaned forward as Steve leaned over the cart, his lips brushing against his ear.

"If we weren't in public right now, I'd have my head between your legs," he whispered.

Which was bold of him considering the grocery store was packed with weekend shoppers.

Steve tensed, his body freezing completely as Eddie backed away, smiling and waving at an old lady glaring at him.

"What the fuck, Eds."

Steve's cheeks were fire engine red, his hands gripping the edge of the cart like it was the only thing holding him up.

"What? I just thought you should know how bad I want you," Eddie shrugged.

They flirted with each other all the time, that's what led to their situation in the first place: the flirting went a bit too far and Steve ended up on his lap, rocking his hips back and forth until he came in his jeans.

No big deal.

Just another day.

But never in public, barely even around someone they trusted.

"Here? Now?" Steve squeaked out, eyes widening comically.

"Why not? You're hot," Eddie's hand grazed his lower back, just enough of a touch to tease, not enough to really be noticed by anyone else.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Steve hissed. "You want people to see?"

"No, 'course not," Eddie smirked. "I just want you to feel."

Watching Steve struggle to find words, struggle to flirt, was possibly the biggest win in Eddie's book. If he could pat himself on the back for it, he would.

"We're in public."

"Stevie, I hate to say it, but being in public doesn't really stop me from wanting to get on my knees and suck your dick."

Steve's face got impossibly darker, only spurring Eddie on more.

"If I wasn't so worried about being walked in on, I'd drag you to the bathroom right now. Maybe fuck you in a stall. You'd probably like that, huh? You liked when I fucked you against the shower wall the other day," Eddie let his fingers trace along Steve's arm, subtle, easy to pull away if someone got too close to them.

"Eddie-"

"Or maybe you'd wanna fuck me. I know how much you like throwing me around and showing off sometimes. Think that would work for you?"

Eddie watched as Steve shivered, biting his lip and doing his best to hold back a whine.

"But we won't do that, right? Because only I get to see you like that. The way you fuck me, the way I fuck you, that's just for us, isn't it?"

Steve nodded.

Eddie looked around, confirmed no one was close enough to see, and settled a hand on the front of Steve's jeans.

"This is just for me."

"Yeah, just for you," Steve choked out, his hand grasping at Eddie's wrist to either pull it away or hold it in place. "Eds-"

"I know, Stevie. But we gotta shop. That's what you said when you were on your knees in the kitchen this morning."

"I can shop later," Steve gasped as Eddie's hand squeezed once before pulling away.

They were in public and there was only so much Eddie was willing to try to get away with, but Steve's reaction was everything.

He looked away, focusing on the apples in front of him as if he cared at all about apples when Steve Harrington was hard right next to him.

He froze.

He thought about everything he'd just said, how possessive he'd sounded, how he'd never quite crossed that line before.

How into it Steve was.

He looked back at Steve, who was still staring at him, face almost back to a normal shade, but lips bitten red and eyes glassy.

"Steve?"

"Hm?"

"Do you want that to be just for me?" Eddie should not be having this discussion in the grocery store.

"Do I what?"

"Do you want to be mine? Like, more than just...fucking?" Eddie should not be having this discussion in the grocery store.

"Is that...an option?" Steve was letting him have this discussion in the grocery store.

"If you want it to be."

Every once in a while, Eddie saw this look in Steve's eye, only ever when he was looking at Eddie doing something stupid or funny or when he was messing around with the kids.

He never let himself think that it was anything more than just Steve getting distracted while looking at him.

He could see it now, though, and he couldn't ignore what that look actually was.

"I want it. I want you."

Eddie was fucked. In more ways than one, it seemed.

"You do?"

"Why is that so hard to believe? You've practically been living with me for weeks, dude."

Eddie's lips curled down, disgusted.

"Don't call me dude, oh my God."

Steve laughed.

"I'll make it up to you when we get home," he winked, turning around and pretending that he didn't just make Eddie's brain short circuit.

"I- what-" Eddie sputtered.

"What? Can't handle my mouth? You handle it fine earlier."

God, Eddie loved this man.

"Stevie, how fast can you finish shopping?" Eddie started pushing the cart away, not even sure if he was going in the right direction.

"If you stop distracting me, ten minutes."

"I'll be in the car, then."

[alchemistc]

As much as I want to see where the Eddie Makes It Worse fic goes, I've got to host a webinar in an hour and a half and I cannot be sad for that. So.... 🌹

🌹

Tommy can't stop touching him, or the rings. They'd - he can't remember where they even got the rings, but that's probably the champagne talking. The second bottle had been a mistake, but Tommy had been so focused on making sure his shower was thorough (and scrubbing at the dried cum Evan had somehow managed to get in Tommy's hair after the most frantic frotting session Tommy's ever experienced) that when Evan had slipped out with a peck to his cheek and a soft, dopey smile and offered to order another, Tommy hadn't been in the frame of mind to say no to anything.

The bathrobes aren't wide enough in the shoulders for either of them, and they'd both been too lazy to dig around Tommy's suitcase for a clean pair of briefs, and Tommy can't stop touching him.

Simple gold band settled neatly on his ring finger, fat knuckles on meaty hands, the trace of Tommy's fingers along the pad of Evan's thumb, the lines on his palm. Thick wrist, the sensitive skin at the juncture of his elbow, the underside of his ribcage where he laughs and shivers at the slide of Tommy's fingers. He snags on Evan's bellybutton and his eyes drift up from their perusal of Evan's slowly thickening cock to catch the way his mouth ticks up at the corner with a breathless sigh.

He's back to being drunk enough that there's no way he's catching up, but that had been the entire point of the shower, anyway.

[rosyhoneydew]

but also 🏥🏥🏥🏥 🏥🏥 👀

yayyyy amnesia!!!! here's another snippet! this picks up a little bit after this one. hope you're staying safe, love! 💕🫶

A knock sounds on his door roughly 10 minutes later. It opens slowly to reveal a man, tall and built not unlike himself. He’s got curled, dirty blond hair and he smiles shyly at Tommy as he makes his way in. “Hey,” he says. “Um, I’m Evan.” “Hi," Tommy replies. “How, uh, h- how are you feeling?” Evan looks about ready for Tommy to throw him out of the room. It’s a little odd. Sure, he doesn’t remember the guy but they’re close enough friends for him to be the one Tommy chose as his emergency contact. It’s not like he’s just going to disregard the fact that 2025 Tommy trusts him. “Like I got pummeled by a shit-ton of crumbling asphalt,” Tommy answers. “You?” Evan laughs a little, still anxious. “I’m good, I’m… better than that.” “That’s good. Otherwise, we’d be in trouble." “Yeah,” Evan trails off, finally walking closer to Tommy’s bed. “You, uh, the doctors said you don’t remember much.” Tommy nods. “Sorry man, I don’t remember anything. Wish I did.”

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[ladyeyrewrites]

Hey, i wanna ask for some 💭💭💭💭💭💭 and 👻👻👻👻👻 please😊

@eliotwaughdeservesbetter Here you go! Thanks for making me write!

💭But I Was Just in Peru Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

“Unc Buck,” little Kevin tries to imitate, but he’s a bit behind where he should be speech wise. Evan was telling Tommy about how Maddie was looking to start him with a speech pathologist soon only the day before. God, it feels like a lifetime since they were curled together on the sofa after Tommy’s shift talking about how Evan was worried about how stressed Maddie seemed. And now Maddie’s got her brother’s missing memory to worry about on top of her kid.

“How is he?” Bobby asks, and it once again strikes Tommy how lucky Evan is to have come to the 118 while Bobby was there, to have been shaped by someone who cares so much, someone who grew to become more of a father to Evan than Tommy’s actual father-in-law and God, Tommy’s going to have to call Phillip and Margaret and tell them what’s happened.

He’s never quite sure where he stands with them. They’ve been nothing but polite since Evan first introduced Tommy to them, almost painfully polite. Like they know there’s a way they’re supposed to act in order to keep up appearances, but they never seem to express a genuine emotion unless they’re criticising Evan over something, which automatically puts Tommy on the defensive when he’s around them. Honestly, the only reason he’s polite to them is because Evan’s trying to hard to have a relationship with them and Tommy guesses they’re trying to, in their own way.

Evan having amnesia is certainly going to throw a wrench into repairing their relationship, though.

But that’s a problem for the future. For now, he has to say something. He has to look the anxious eyes of Evan’s chosen family and tell them that Evan isn’t their Buck right now, that they’re all strangers to him. Tommy takes a deep breath, filling his lungs as though extra oxygen will somehow soften the blow he has to strike. “He’s awake,” Tommy begins.

And some 👻 Marry My Dead Tommy snippet 1 and 2

“Motherfucker!” Chim swore. “Not again! Why am I always the one getting haunted?” First his mom’s ghost and then Kevin and now Tommy Kinard of all people. At least his mom had crossed over once she’d been sure Chim was safe with the Lees. Kevin seemed to come and go as he pleased, warning Chim of any danger before it happened before disappearing again. What kind of ghost was Tommy going to be?

Tommy shrugged. “Trust me, if I had the option of haunting someone else, I would.”

Being haunted by Tommy hadn’t been as bad as Chim had first thought it would be. Turned out that without the pressures of living and working under Gerrard’s thumb, Tommy was actually pretty fun. After work, Chim would come home and they’d watch movies together and Tommy would gripe about the cheap beer Chim kept stocked in his fridge even though Tommy couldn’t consume anything anymore.

When Hen started at the 118, Tommy got real quiet. It wasn’t that he disappeared. He hovered around the firehouse even more if anything, scowling at Gerrard and the guys who played along with him. Not that Chim exactly stood up for Hen, either, but he tried to at least be friendly.

Tommy had gone a little poltergeist, not towards Hen, but rather towards Gerrard: moving his coffee, knocking things off his desk, burning his uniform. “What’s with the pranks man?” Chim had asked him one day when they were back at Chim’s place watching Fight Club.

“I just hate how he’s treating her,” said Tommy.

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[leashybebes]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🤣🤣

I curious about their first time. Like how did Evan managed that?! 👀

Like how did he even say it? Or why Tommy said yes? And the aftermath of course cos no way Tommy didn't leave that bed with so many confusing thoughts 🤣🤣🤣🤣

for you, lol. a little bit of aftermath

"Fuck, that was crazy good."

Tommy makes a noise into the pillow.

"You okay, dude?"

Tommy turns his head enough to glare at him out of one eye. "Don't call me dude when you've just had your dick in me."

Buck laughs. "Honey? Sweetie? Baby?"

"Just - just Tommy," Tommy says in a rush. "Jesus, you're - impossible."

Buck tilts his head. "Hey. You okay, Tommy?"

"I just let a straight guy fuck me, ask me again in the morning."

Buck shrugs. "Okay, sure. It was good though, right? Like - you came, I didn't make that up, did I?"

Tommy sighs and hides his face again. "I'm lying in the damn wet spot, Evan," he says, his voice muffled. "You didn't make it up."

"Awesome."

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HIT ME WITH THE HARD 20: 🌚

(for the make me write meme)

He’s reassigned to the rehab unit on light duty immediately after telling his captain, but after a month he knows even that isn’t sustainable. The pregnancy is high risk already. He can’t imagine getting off pat leave after eight weeks and jumping back into this kind of schedule. He knows a lot of people, sure, has connections who will always owe him favors, and friends who will drop shit for a one-off concert or a fight or a game. He has a group of guys he gets together with at least once a month for trivia. He has co-workers who invite him to barbecues and bust his balls each year when he takes them for everything they’re worth at fantasy football.

But he doesn’t have the kind of support that will make it possible to live and die by a Kelly System schedule while raising a newborn. He doesn’t have family of any kind, born or made.

Telling Buck could solve this problem. Would solve this problem. There’s a built-in family right there, his for the taking, a family that Tommy already got a taste of and knows the taste is good. That family, regardless of Tommy, would love the shit out of this baby unconditionally.

It’s not his place to take advantage of that so he can keep living the good life, where he could stay comfortable on their dime. It isn’t Tommy’s place to turn Buck’s life upside-down with the forever kind of commitment Buck isn’t ready for, or let his own rot spread down Buck’s roots until nothing there is tenable.