#Yay!

[smilingforthecamera]

He tilts his head too

“Im going to try to do some work for a bit, im bored..”

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Can you make some art of doll? She's my favorite character. If you can, could you make it fit a pfp? You don't have to tho

IM BACK!! Up n’ running and back to drawing requests!!! Yeahhhh!!!

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Uh oh!

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At the beach! Yay!

*dances and splashes around in joy*

The Perfect Beach Day

Day 12 of @bucktommyfluffebruary | a day at the beach | 1,465 words | on ao3

Buck had been craving a day at the beach for what felt like weeks now. Living in LA meant he could simply go whenever he wanted. Oftentimes, Buck would drive his Jeep, park by the beach and just sit there letting the salty air and rhythmic crash of the waves soothe him. Other times, he'd grab his surfboard and hit the waves until exhaustion set in leaving him feeling satisfied and at peace. 

Yet, in all the time he'd been with Tommy, they hadn't gone to the beach together. He’d wanted to change that. Buck had whined about his lack of ocean time, as well as his desires to go with Tommy until the other man had given in, kissing Buck on the forehead with a promise to make the trip on their next day off. 

But the universe had other plans, because their schedules had refused to line up for weeks. That was, until now. 

Which was the reason Buck was all but vibrating, barely able to contain his excitement right now. He had been looking forward to this all week, already picturing Tommy shirtless, the sun casting a golden glow over him, enhancing all his yummy muscles, his curls all tousled and unruly. The mere thought had Buck grinning like an idiot and foaming at the mouth. 

Of course, him being who he was—he’d had so many plans for their first beach outing together that he'd had to bring out the clipboard. He meticulously made a list of everything he wanted to experience with Tommy—sunbathing, sand-castle building, swimming, having a picnic, taking an ice cream break and ending the day by watching the sunset. Buck had accounted for every single detail he could think of, wanting this to be the perfect beach day. 

“Baby, we haven’t even parked yet,” Tommy said, amused as he glanced at Buck, practically bouncing in his seat, one hand on the door handle. 

“I know,” Buck sighed. “I'm just excited.” 

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Tommy said dryly, his mouth twitching slightly. 

Buck shot him a dark look. “Oh, har har. Go ahead, make fun of me now. But wait till you see all the fun things I’ve planned.” 

“You do know we’re here for the day, right? Not a whole week,” Tommy pointed out as he finally pulled into a parking spot.  

“I know,” Buck replied cheekily. “That's why I made the list. It’s perfectly designed to maximize our time.” He turned in his seat, rummaging behind him until he came in contact with what he'd been looking for. 

“Aha!” His fingers closed around the edge of the clipboard, and he triumphantly pulled it out, presenting it to Tommy like it was a sacred object. 

Tommy hummed, taking one look at it before deadpanning, “Didn’t know we were bringing the clipboard along for our day.” 

Buck narrowed his eyes. “It has the list. Of course I’d bring it.” 

“Oh yes, Of course,” Tommy said, voice dripping with indulgent amusement. Before Buck could snark back at him, Tommy reached out, tugging him in by the back of his neck and pressing a slow, teasing kiss to his lips. 

Buck let himself be distracted for a few blissful seconds before reality set it. He pulled away, squinting suspiciously. “Nice try, but I won't let you distract me from the schedule.” 

“I wasn’t—” Tommy started, but the rest of his words were cut off as Buck eagerly jumped out of the truck, heading to the back to grab their things. 

Tommy shook his head, amused, as he followed, gathering the rest of their gear. “Alright, lead the way. I’m sure you’ve got the perfect spot in mind.” 

“If you must know, I do.” Buck said smugly. He had been to this beach plenty of times and he knew the ideal spot—one that offered both shade and sun, and was close enough to the water but also far enough from the tide when it started to rise. 

And for once, luck was on their side. The spot was still available. 

Buck set out the towels while Tommy placed the cooler and their bags down. He took a long, satisfied look around before launching into a rambling explanation of everything they were going to do. 

“Okay, so I was thinking we’ll start with sunbathing. The sun’s rays are pretty light right now so we don’t—” Buck was interrupted by large hands grabbing his waist. Before he could make sense of it, the world tilted and the next thing he knew, he was upside down—his view consisting of Tommy’s very fine ass. 

Buck gasped, kicking playfully as he wiggled in Tommy’s grasp. “Tommy! What are you doing? Put me down!” 

“Mmm, in a minute,” Tommy said, laughing. 

“Oh, you better not be thinking about doing what I think you are,” Buck warned lightly. 

“We’re going swimming,” Tommy said innocently, moving closer to the water. 

“Babe, we were supposed to sunbathe first! I had a plan,” Buck whined, swatting at Tommy’s backside. 

Tommy moved one of his hands over the back of Buck’s thigh before sliding up, giving him a light pinch on the ass. 

Buck yelped, then noticed they were almost in the water now. “Okay, fine!” We’ll go swimming first. You can put me down now”

Tommy ignored him. 

“Oh, you are not seriously going to—Tom—” Buck’s protest was cut off as he was unceremoniously tossed into the cold water. 

Buck resurfaced sputtering dramatically, as water dripped from his hair and down his face. He shook his head wildly, before setting his sights on Tommy. There must have been something in his eyes, because Tommy took a cautious step back, lifting his hands placatingly. 

“Sweetheart,” Tommy started, attempting—and failing—to look apologetic, before bursting out laughing. “I'm sorry…you just look like a drowned angry cat.” 

Buck lunged at him. 

They wrestled around in the water, before switching to dunking each other, splashing water everywhere, as their laughter filled the air. Eventually, their playful rowdiness slowed, and they naturally drifted closer to each other. Buck wrapped his legs around Tommy’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder as he clung to him like a starfish. 

Which reminded him of the documentary he'd watched the other night. 

So, naturally, he had to start spewing facts about them. 

“Did you know starfish aren't actually fish?” Buck murmured into Tommy’s ear. 

He felt Tommy’s smile more than he saw it. “Tell me more.” Tommy replied, just like he always did when Buck had facts to share. 

Tommy hummed as he listened—asking questions, keeping Buck from going off topic like he tended to do—his fingers lightly tracing random shapes over Buck’s forearms. 

After a while, they decided to head back to their towels. Tommy grabbed a large beach towel, turning to Buck with a soft smile. 

Buck grinned, stepping into Tommy’s arms and letting him dry him off. He shivered slightly whenever Tommy’s touch lingered over particularly sensitive spots. He watched Tommy’s face, his breath hitching at the love he saw reflected in his eyes, felt in the gentleness of his hands as he took care of him. Almost a year together, and Tommy still stole the breath from his lungs. 

“How’s that? Good?” Tommy asked, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

Buck just smiled and leaned in, kissing him slow and deep, tasting the salt of the ocean on Tommy’s lips. He deepened the kiss, chasing the taste, searching for Tommy’s warm tongue, moaning when he found it. Tommy pulled him closer, when—a screech farther up the beach reminded them of where they were. They broke apart, their foreheads touching as they caught their breath. 

Tommy stepped back, but not before he pressed a soft kiss to Buck’s cheek. 

Buck beamed. 

Once dried, they settled onto the towel. Tommy sat first, Buck settling in front of him as he leaned back into Tommy’s chest. He sighed as Tommy’s arms came around him, holding him protectively. He never got tired of this—of the solid warmth of Tommy at his back, the steadiness, the quiet comfort. He melted into it, letting the stress of the past few weeks fade away. The salty air and the faint scent of Tommy's sunscreen grounded him, as they watched the waves roll in. 

After a while, Tommy murmured in his ear, his voice a low rumble against Buck’s back. “So, what’s next on the list?” 

Buck thought for a moment, then let out a soft, contented sigh. “You know what? The list can wait. Let’s just stay like this for now.” 

Tommy hummed in agreement, pressing a lingering kiss to Buck’s shoulder. 

And so, they stayed wrapped up in each other, watching the waves, enjoying their perfect beach day—exactly as it was.

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just keeping an eye

[radioroxx]

365 slutty slutty days. of time louping

[eddiezhere]

forgot to post this here!

[dive-through-time]

"We're so smart"

Smack Cheng Xiaoshi to summon Lu Guang for us 🙏

“I think Lu Guang would kill me if I hit Xioshi, also NO?? He’s my friend”

[seasononesam]

🎃🎃🎃

[chimneyz]

at last, my love has come along

[osirisisv]

FIRST WARNING! ⚠️🎃🔪

(He is being merciful rn, It's up to you if you risk yourself biting Mikey again 😂)

I wanted to redraw this picture with Mikey since I watched it on tiktok omgggg 😩❤️✨

[daily-beau]

Day 48: Good ending

[beepsheeps]

pt 7! back to back babyyyy

[vexcraft]

he's very easy to entertain

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I managed to draw something!!!