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[beefcakekinard]

Bucktommy + 1 (palm kisses)

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1. palm kisses

Tommy knocks on the bedroom door. "Evan? You awake, sweetheart?"

There's rustling in the sheets as Evan turns over. He's just come off a rough 48, and Tommy kind of hates to wake him, but Evan insisted on getting up by noon - and Tommy knows all too well how important it is to keep a consistent sleep schedule. He steps into their bedroom and up to their bed, and smiles at Evan's sleepy pout.

"C'mere," Evan mumbles. He flaps the hand resting on the sheets by Tommy's hip. Tommy takes it in his own, brings it up to kiss Evan's knuckles. The smile that gets him is syrupy-sweet and dawns across Evan's face like sunrise. There's not a lot Tommy wouldn't do for that smile.

He pulls the sheets back and climbs onto the bed, crawling forward on his knees until he can swing a leg over Evan's body. Evan settles his hands on Tommy's thighs, drags them up and down, slowly; he slips his fingertips under the hem of Tommy's denim shorts.

"Hey there, handsome, you come here often?" Tommy asks, looking down at Evan from where he's straddling his hips. He settles more of his weight into the cradle of Evan's pelvis, rests his hands on the soft give of Evan's stomach.

"Mm, not often enough," Evan says with a pointed waggle of his eyebrows that makes Tommy laugh.

He leans down, his hands balanced on either side of Evan's face, and stops when they're nose to nose. He nuzzles the side of his nose against Evan's, briefly, pulls back when Evan tries to turn it into a kiss. Evan whines in protest and Tommy has a passing thought that there's no reason why that should make his heart melt. Drop the 'should's, he hears his therapist say, and dismisses the thought altogether.

He presses his lips to Evan's chin. "Can I help you?" he teases. Evan wriggles under him.

"Kiss me," Evan says and God - Tommy's heart leaps in his chest. He's so in love with this man it's ridiculous.

"Patience," he says, instead of any of the thousand half-thoughts racing through his head on the theme of Loving Evan Buckley. He kisses underneath the jut of Evan's chin, next, down his throat to his Adam's apple. He lingers there for a breath before he moves, on, down, to the base of Evan's throat and over, to the curve where his neck meets his shoulder.

He meets the neckline of Evan's t-shirt and Evan sighs, like he's as disappointed as Tommy is by the way it keeps him from Evan's skin. Tommy nuzzles across the fabric until he reaches the hem of the sleeve on Evan's upper arm. His access to Evan's skin restored, Tommy presses a lingering kiss to his biceps - huffing a laugh against the skin there when Evan flexes. He tucks his grin into the soft skin above the inside of Evan's elbow and nips at it, soothes it with a kiss when Evan gasps.

Tommy continues down Evan's arm, kissing a gentle trail until he reaches the base of Evan's hand. He curls his own hand underneath, cradling it like it's fragile, precious. He starts with the swell under Evan's thumb, kisses up each segment until he reaches the pad, then he moves over to Evan's pointer finger. He repeats the same steps each time, smiling when Evan's fingers twitch against his lips. Finally, after pressing his lips to the pad of Evan's pinky finger, he kisses the centre of his palm. He pauses there, holds the moment like he holds Evan's hand, then turns to make eye contact, holding Evan's hand pressed up against his cheek.

Evan's eyes are wide, his pupils blown, cheeks flushed a pretty pink that matches the berry-red of his birthmark. He exhales, the breath shuddering from his throat, and blinks. Tommy is taken by the sweep of his eyelashes against his pink, pink cheeks.

Wordlessly, soundlessly, Tommy repositions, settling back to hover over Evan's face. He thumbs the corner of Evan's lips and they open, just for him. Slipping his thumb to the hinge of Evan's jaw, he finally leans forward and settles their lips together. Evan's hand slides back, holding Tommy in place by the back of his head and he'd tell him there's no point - but that would mean losing the feeling of Evan's lips pressing into his own.

For now, he lets Evan know he isn't going anywhere the best way he can think to - with the pressure of his lips, the gentle sweep of his tongue, and the weight of his body, pressing Evan down into the mattress.

[hyperfocusthusly]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 📚

Tagged by the wonderful @perfectlysunny02 & @desert--moonchild

Lil extra from my BuckTommy amnesia fic (other tease is here)

Edit: first chapter is out 🫶🏻

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Buck had never felt relief quite like when Tommy finally opened his eyes again.

Two days had been far too long. The plastic chair by the side of Tommy‘s bed had carved lines along the outside of his thighs, his back protesting the near constant hunch so that Buck could rest his head on the edge of the bed. He had to be close, close enough to feel the warmth of Tommy’s body, close enough to press a gentle kiss to the hand he hadn’t let go of for almost 48 hours.

When he opened his eyes again it felt like the sun had finally come up after a long night.

“H-hey you.” Buck squeezed his hand softly,

Tommy opened his mouth but didn’t speak, brows furrowed as he shifts on the bed.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? I can get the nurse, she said they were giving you some painkillers anyway but I could-“

He falters midway as he feels Tommy move his hand, the one Buck had been holding onto like a lifeline, away from him. Buck frowns, brain immediately admonishing him for holding it too tightly, he was probably squeezing too hard. He looks up at Tommy and opens his mouth to apologise but stops dead at the look on Tommy’s face.

Confusion, distrust, fear.

“Who are you?”

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@leashybebes @sweaters-and-silly @sunnywithachanceofbi @mattdoestevan @mmso-notlikethat @harmonic-intervention

@bidisasterevankinard @cinderellarhea @buckcurls @theotherbuckley @apassingbird @mannafromtevan @actuallyitsellie

[perfectlysunny02]

when you love someone

I want a divorce. Tommy thinks he deserves more than a text halfway through his 24 hours. He thinks he deserves more than a text after he kissed Evan goodbye this morning and dropped their son off at school. He thinks he deserves more than a text when things have been going great. The Kinard's have never been better. Tommy knows that he deserves more than a text. So, he calls Evan the moment he gets a break, not even expecting him to answer, full of righteous anger. "Hello?" And somehow Evan's calm voice when he answers only seems to piss Tommy off more. "What the fuck?" Tommy snaps, ignoring Evan's sharp inhale of breath. He doesn't care right now. Evan holds his entire heart and he's about to shatter it completely in two. "So you want a divorce, huh? Didn't have the decency to even tell me in person, huh? Had to wait till I was on shift, until both I and our son were out of the house. That's cruel, sweetheart, what the hell?" "Tommy-" Evan begins weakly, but Tommy cuts him off. "I'm at work. I'm a pilot. It's dangerous if I'm distracted and you send me a text saying you want a fucking divorce out of nowhere? I thought we were fine. We are fine. What the fuck, Evan Kinard? What's wrong? What happened? What did I do?" His voice finally breaks, and tears begin to pool angrily at the edge of his lashes, but he doesn't care. He doesn't understand what's going on and he's not sure he wants to. "Tommy, I-" "No, Evan. There better be an explanation coming out of your fucking mouth and it better be a goddamn good one, or I swear-" "I just can't baby," Evan is crying now, and Tommy feels his chest aching. He feels like he's going to be sick. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I just can't-" Suddenly it all makes sense. Evan is self-sabotaging. Has been since that one call a few months ago, where he couldn't save a girl close to Grey's age. "Is this about the call?" Tommy asks, his voice a little bit gentler. "I thought therapy was helping sweetheart. I don't understand-" "It's not," Evan sobs. "I'm broken, Tommy. I'm broken and there's no fixing me. You and Grey are better off without me in your lives. I ruin everything-"

using this as my motivational monday and tagging:

@theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tiltingheartand @runicnotation @desert--moonchild

@ikkesola @actuallyitsellie @mythicalamity @kinardsevan @laratoncito-diaz

@whatisreggieshortfor @hyperfocusthusly @bibibibuckleykinard @bidisasterevankinard @cinderellarhea

@justtuesdays @wikiangela @geniusjester @raethethey @racerchix21

@drcloyd @gallavenjiam @herrmannhalsteadproduction @itsametaphorok @kinardiaz

@mintedwitcher @sterekorgtfo @tevankinkley @vanann6 @whentheresidentsareevil

@26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @30somethingautisticteacher @911-whatsyoursix @bobbinsnash @twopercentboy

[loucifersbitch]

attempting to do this thing so here's the start of week 1

“Remind me again why we decided to come to Alaska for our vacation,” Tommy muttered as he placed another log into the wood stove and closed the door, making sure the damper was open.

Buck continued to bounce around the room, unpacking toiletries and organizing suitcases.

“Aw, c’mon, babe, it’ll be fun! We’ve got five days of relaxation ahead of us,” Buck said. “Plus the hiking and shopping and sightseeing and the helicopter tour and -”

“Sweetheart, if you wanted a helicopter tour of mountains, I could’ve flown us myself. We wouldn’t even have had to leave California,” Tommy interrupted.

“There’s also the hot tub,” Buck added, hopeful. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Tommy chuckled, “It got lost in the blizzard that’s supposed to hit in a few hours.”

“Ah,” Buck scoffed, waving him off, “a little snow storm won’t be enough to stop us. Besides, it’ll probably miss us anyway.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Tommy said, walking over to Buck to help him with the last of the bags. “Doesn’t matter what we do. I’m just happy to be here with you.”

Buck laughed, “You’re a dork, you know that?” but he was blushing all the same.

“Yeah, but you like it.”

“I do,” he nodded. “I really, really do.” He placed a hand low on Tommy’s back, pulled him close, and kissed him softly.

“Now,” Buck said, “what would you like for dinner?” He walked over to the small kitchen in their cabin and started going through the bags of groceries they had brought. “We have pasta or pasta or pasta,” he said, pulling out box after box as he went, “or pasta or pasta. Did I mention pasta?”

“Sweetheart, why did you bring so much pasta?” Tommy asked, laughing as he walked to the kitchen to see.

“You know how some people panic and over-pack underwear? Well, I think I did that with the food. I also brought way too much produce, two dozen of my homemade granola bars, and five pounds of trail m-  It’s not funny!” he griped, acting put-out but then laughing at himself right along with Tommy.

“Well,” Tommy mused once his laughter died down, “I think I’d like pasta for dinner.”

Buck smiled. “Coming right up!”

Before Buck could get too far, Tommy grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a searing kiss. The dazed look on Buck’s face when Tommy leaned back was as gratifying as the first time he saw it.

“Um,” Buck blinked, “wha- what was that for?”

“Nothing in particular. You’re adorable and looked like you needed kissing,” Tommy shrugged. “Now, how can I help with dinner?”

Later, as they were sitting down to eat, Buck looked out the small kitchen window and groaned. “I stand corrected about the blizzard missing us.”

“Don’t worry, Evan, I’ll keep you warm tonight.”

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@monsterrae1 @bi-buckrights @xofemeraldstars @sherlocking-out-loud @buckleylonglegs

@debbieroberts @v-o-c-h @wickedheart01 @myleonenciso @sunglassesmish 

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@beefcakekinard @lengthofropes @smallandalmosthonest @hyperfocusthusly @disaster-j 

@flyboyhan @buffaluff

[typicalopposite]

Oh wow! Hey, Hi– um… How are ya?!

I have so much on my plate with asks I still need to get to and two WIPs (plus a couple things not currently being posted) I’m working on that I don’t think I could ask for prompts or anything. Maybe I’ll think up something for if I get to 500 🫶

Sooo instead I will give you some sappy sappy word vomit below the cut👇

I just hit 400 followers <3 which might not be a huge number compared to other blogs on this app, but it is leaps and bounds more than I ever thought I’d have. Especially since, when I first joined I only expected to lurk around other peoples posts… maybe share a few… mostly because I have never been much of a blogger— I have tried in the past, and it never stuck (first time for everything I guess)— but also because I’m extremely introverted, and as much as I would LOVE, and desperately attempted, for it not to bleed into my online persona… it did, regardless. BUT, somehow as quiet and kept to myself as I always wind up becoming in the fandoms I’m a part of… I still have managed to meet some TRULY amazing people through them!

@scripted-downfall wench, angst queen you are so important to me and I hope I’m lucky enough to keep you a part of my life forever! 🫶

@onthewaytosomewhere MELZZZZ! Always a shoulder to vent on about my stressful stressful life! My smut writing mentor 😂 I luv you!

@bucksxkinard and @somethingaboutfirefly tumblr besties!!! You two inflate my head so much about my writing but you have no idea how appreciated you are!

@30somethingautisticteacher @judymarch15 @sunnywithachanceofbi @nine-one-wanton @herrmannhalsteadproduction my golden girls 😂 giving me a little bit of everything: feelings(Hannah) rarepairs(Judy) angst(Chrissy) smut(Jo) memes (Kay). And don’t get me started on how you each interchange these and so I’m just fed for daysss! (Plus, Bucks dreams, come onnnn) It’s an honor to be a part of that *said in Tommy’s voice, of course*

@girlwonder-writes you found me and brought me into your amazing accepting community. And your ability to flesh out OCs (Olivia my beloved she is so mean to you, lol) and your encouragement for us to show our OCs love! 🫶

And to all of you other amazing people— @witchy-writer-lady @thecadenceimperfect @windwardstar @adinarj @luainthewild /@meraki-yao @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @priincebutt @thinkof-england @tailsbeth / @shawnaise @taste-thewaste @piratefalls @mylucayathoughts @mattdoestevan / @bidisasterevankinard @kinardsevan @kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts @mmso-notlikethat / @babyspacegay @kiankiwi @lissa612 @lightfiretomypaperwings @o0anapher0o / @racerchix21 @rdng1230 @bangpop91 @itsametaphorok @cinderellarhea / @banxnq @marvelousbuckley @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @theotherbuckley — I could literally name off so many of you who interact with me, include me in your tags, or even just like and reblog my rambles… and I am so sorry if I missed you in the tags so just sending this out to everyone! THANK YOU 🫶🫶🫶🫶 You all have given meaning to a depressingly lonely life. You will never understand how you changed it; changed me! 🫶

[foolondahill17]

Dean Winchester’s half-way house for orphaned half-monsters (and humans)

Do you like Dean and kids? Have you been itching for a Dean-collects-all-the-strays fic? Well, have I got the story for you! It starts with a simple enough premise: what if Dean and Sam brought Bobby John to Lisa instead of Samuel? From there, it spirals outward into a complete series overhaul: Saving people, fixing things, the fanfic business.

The plots of seasons 6-15 crest and break, and all along, Dean sweeps up every possible kid, adult, and monster that washes on his shore, eventually turning the Bunker into a safehouse for anyone displaced by things that go bump in the night.

Despite its fluffy premise, this is not a fluffy fic. There’s angst aplenty and trauma by the truckload. I don’t shy away from the seasons’ various events, and the “collecting kids” part of the story sometimes takes a backseat to the true heart of the story: healing from generational trauma and carving out your own piece of, well, peace.

Some things you might look forward to:

Road trips

Bobby putting the fear of God in anyone who messes with children

Dean and Cas circling each other like love-sick vultures

Sam smoking weed

Charlie (alive!) being the best gay aunt ever

Dean calling Benny “Cas” during sex

Baby!Amara, Baby!Jack, all the babies! All the kiddos! All the chaos!

Make sure you check the story-wide and chapter-specific trigger warnings. Please feel free to message me if you have any questions.

I can’t wait for y’all to read it. It’s truly been a labor of love over the past two and a half years. And thank you to all who’ve followed along from the start or are just finding it now!

Tag list:

@angelsdean

@scoobydoodean

@whatseriously

@deanwinchesterwebsite

@imperfectlynatural

@em-bitterred

@cinderellarhea

@pleaseraisemefromperdition

@dyadiccalamity

@pinkdean

@blue-eyed-cutiepatootie

@blackmoldmp3

@hellerstiel

[lavenderleahy]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Please enjoy a bucktommy fix-it fic that will end in buddietommy! 🥰

Tagged by @bidisasterevankinard @loucifersbitch

Eddie arrives at the coffee shop first. Only a few people are there at this time of day, so he doesn’t have to wait in line. “One black coffee and one matcha latte with almond milk,” he tells the barista.

Yeah, he knows Tommy’s order. Knows he doesn’t drink coffee. So what? They’re good friends.

“Any cream or sugar?” the woman behind the counter asks.

“No-” he hesitates. Do something that brings you joy. “Uh, actually, one vanilla creamer. Thanks.”

By the time the order is ready and Eddie sits down, Tommy has arrived. Eddie offers him the paper cup, which Tommy accepts with a grateful nod as he takes his seat.

“Mm, that hits the spot,” Tommy remarks. “So what’s up? Something happen with Chris?”

Eddie laughs a bit at that. Their phone call this morning after Buck left hadn’t lasted more than three minutes. It was, “Hey Chris,” and “Hey,” followed by an awkward silence, then Eddie telling him he was coming to Texas for Thanksgiving, and then done.

Sorry for tagging, like, everyone. I got excited. Lemme know if you don't wanna be tagged OR if I forgot you!! 🙈

@tommycake @didsomeonesaybuffet @girlwonder-writes @tabbytabbytabby @mattdoestevan

@thatmexisaurusrex @kirkaut @carrythatwayt @cannibalhellhound @theotherbuckley

@cinderellarhea @captainchilly @30somethingautisticteacher @herrmannhalsteadproduction @half-oz-eddie

@racerchix21 @typicalopposite @foxtrot91 @swiftiefirefighters @powersuitup

@sunnywithachanceofbi @bangpop91 @rdng1230 @marvelousbuckley @cliophilyra

@livelaughbuck @reginamillls @kinardbuckleys @sleepywinchesters @bambi-buckley

[disabled-dean]

Summary: When you've been to hell, desire is isolating and ugly. 

Or: Cas drives his truck for a case and Dean is exceptionally horny about it. 

“Once on a hunt when he was a teenager, Dean had been caught too close to an explosive when it had gone off. There had been the moment when the projectile hit, and the moment when it had detonated. And just before it had, there had also been a moment when he had believed that maybe it wouldn’t. 

He had thought about that moment for years, over and over again, until something else had taken its place. And the way that that moment was quiet, the way it was still- that is how this feels. To lie beside Cas in the bed of his truck, their shoulders barely touching.”

She's here!!!! Stream Asterism of An F-Series Ford Pick Up now on ao3 <3

Tag list (comment to be added/removed): @butch--dean @nametheshadows @someguyinc @camwelgrace @sirlancenotalot @we-re-all-stories-in-the-end @chekovs-kitten @luckshiptoshore @the-great-pumpkin-67 @ipromiseimawriter @leoblubb @itsmeevangelinee @hydrangeadangea @forkinthegarbagedisposal @cinderellarhea @fivefeetfangirl @perditionanddiatribes @kerryweaverlesbian @castielafflicted @bloodydeanwinchester @plaid-castiel @contentnatural @gaytedlasso

[hyperfocusthusly]

Motivation Monday

Tagged by @bidisasterevankinard 🧡🧡 so you can have a little bit from the second(?) chapter of Forget Me Not (first chapter here)

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“He makes me feel safe Bobby.

And when I woke up in that hospital, over a year of my life just, gone. I didn’t think I’d ever really feel safe again. That day, when we came home for the first time, he was going to leave. He was going to go and stay with Eddie, or Maddie, he wanted to give me space, not put any pressure on me-”

He dipped his head, chewed on his lip.

“And I- I didn’t know him, all I had was a long distance coworker who said we were together. You could have put 10 guys in a lineup and I wouldn’t have been able to pick him out, but when he said he was going to leave” his voice falters “I was terrified. Completely, inexplicably terrified by the idea of him leaving.”

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Tags list for this fic (let me know if you want to be added or removed 🫶🏻) also if you want to do your own MM, please do!

@leashybebes @sweaters-and-silly @sunnywithachanceofbi @mattdoestevan @mmso-notlikethat @harmonic-intervention

@cinderellarhea @buckcurls @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @apassingbird @mannafromtevan @actuallyitsellie @desert--moonchild

@casismybestfriend @crankypotionsmaster @powersuitup @disaster-j @hellion-child @kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts @evanbuckleymylove @drivebyanon @teabroomsandbooks @feistygina

@androidsaliensnwizards @bigfootsmom

[perfectlysunny02]

several sentence sunday

(there's an ache in you) tagged by @wikiangela and @actuallyitsellie, my wonderful friends, go check out their work, they're amazing. this fic is inspired by a conversation between me, @desert--moonchild and @geniusjester. thank you so much for encouraging me to write this.

He hears the flurry of Chim and Hen’s voices around him, but he can’t focus on what they’re saying. It doesn’t matter what they’re saying, because his hands are still stained red, and the water is running pink.  “Buck,” He can’t tell who’s talking to him now, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He needs to do this. He’s not clean. “Buck! Jesus Christ!”  Someone is pulling at him, and there’s a sound of an animal dying. And as his throat aches, he realizes it’s him. He’s making that awful sound. How does he stop making that sound? He needs it to stop. He needs to clean, it’s not clean enough, Gerrard will be-Bobby- Someone’s practically carrying him away, and Buck can’t seem to get his hands to work so he can make them stop.  Can someone turn off that fucking noise? Can someone make it stop? Please. “Someone needs to call Tommy!”  “Buckaroo, let me see, baby, let me see-”

tagging: @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tiltingheartand @laratoncito-diaz @bidisasterevankinard

@girlwonder-writes @26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @kinardsevan @asraindarkness @bibibibuckleykinard

@whatisreggieshortfor @runicnotation @racerchix21 @raethethey @ciinnddinn

@cinderellarhea @bornunderabluemoonbaby @twopercentboy @herrmannhalsteadproduction @mayorjack

@mintedwitcher @justtuesdays @whentheresidentsareevil @hyperfocusthusly @pluvio-lj

[eddiespornstache]

buddietommy + dancing!

(If ur still doing those requests! I love l ur buddietommy hcs and fics !!! ❤️)

Thank you cinderellarhea!! I have a lot of fun coming up with them, so I’m glad to see others enjoy them. Hope you like your dancing hcs! ❤️🩷💙

Noted romance lover Tommy Kinard loves to dance. He’ll put on a big band CD and twirl Eddie around the living room while Buck cooks dinner, or spontaneously spin Buck across the garage to their workout mix. If there’s a way to slow dance with three grown men, it’s going to be Tommy Kinard who figures it out.

Buck loves instructional dances. He’s always the one to request the Cha Cha Slide or the Cupid Shuffle at wedding receptions. Their first Christmas together, one of Tommy and Eddie’s gifts for him is a book on the history of line dancing. Buck spends the rest of that afternoon rattling off fun facts from his reading and humming Cotton-Eyed Joe under his breath and doing the steps around the kitchen.

Eddie would’ve never considered himself someone who liked clubbing. He’s never really gotten the appeal—until the first time Buck and Tommy take him out to a gay club in WeHo and pull him to the middle of the dance floor. Under the loud thump of the bass, pressed tight between his boyfriends, and surrounded by the community he’s finally accepted, he really, really gets it. Doesn’t hurt either that he’s the lucky guy who gets to be the dance partner of the two hottest men in the club.

Send me a short prompt and I’ll write a few sentences of Buddietommy headcanons.

[dollhousemary]

"dead wives don't wear aprons" — a 5x15/karen singer poem for today's "rebirth" prompt!

i wrote this feverishly in like 15 minutes, i truly don't know what came over me

taglist below (let me know if you want to be added or removed!)

@spnpoetryrenaissance @aturnoftheearth @friendshapedcas @pinoruno @gracekisses @soupernatural @evenupsidedownbeautifulsomehow @magdaclaire @cinderellarhea @horrorgay @heartshapedcas @breo-rose @raytoroinmybackpack @gilmorenatural @leafblogger @supersapphical @notreallyaroad @frogstiel

[typicalopposite]

BuckTommy Fic | G | 2,106 words

ao3 link | tumblr post

Summary: Hen purses her lips into a tight smile. “Well first… we’re gonna need a clipboard.”

Or…

Imagine that/Clipboard!118 Proposal from Tommy’s POV

Tagging a few people I think might be interested 👀

@tommykinardfan @here-there-be-fics @cinderellarhea

Also @arwenismyrealname and @somethingaboutfirefly since yall enjoyed the first one 😂💕

[iphyslitterator]

Q & A

tagged by @cliophilyra (thank you!!!)

Last Song: "Gently Johnny" by Magnet, off the soundtrack of The Wicker Man (1973)

Fave Color: green

Currently Reading: Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh, and I. LOVE. IT.

Currently Watching: nothing really, my brain has been too full of 9-1-1

Last movie watched: Nightshade (2022). Four stars on IMDb. Guess who stars in it 💀

Sweet, savoury, or spicy? Usually sweet, but definitely savory in certain contexts (like breakfast).

Relationship Status: Single

Current Obsessions: 9-1-1/Bucktommy, to an almost frightening degree

Tea or coffee? Coffee

Last thing googled: "hyperlink in ao3 note" - was trying to figure out how to indicate that my new ficlet was crossposted from tumblr. Turns out you need HTML.

tagging @catchascatchcn @retromodgirl @alchemistc @corvussky @dadvans

@rcmclachlan @dharmaavocado @ineedmojoe @zouisalmightie @cinderellarhea

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

tagged by @tiltingheartand ❤️— describe yourself using photos from your camera roll.

Tagging: @bibewilderedandbuck @likeapaperplane @cinderellarhea @carrythatwayt @actuallyitsellie

[hyperfocusthusly]

Forget me not

The first chapter (of two) of my little BuckTommy amnesia fic is finally up! Thank you for all of the support and I hope you like it 🫶🏻

Rating: G | 1.5K words | Tommy takes a hit to the head and forgets the last 18 months of his life |

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