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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.

[spicycinnabun]

so many option but i must go with my favorite au! 🐺 pretty please!

Buck liked the way the Alpha said his name.

It rolled off his tongue, familiar, as if they'd known each other for years—yet it also carried the thrill of something new and unchartered. It was baffling. Intriguing.

And just like him to get attached quicker than a lightning strike.

Buck didn't correct Tommy. Didn't say everyone calls me Buck, like he normally would have.

He wanted to hear it more.

Evan. Evan. Evan.

If he didn't know better, he might have thought Tommy was part siren.

Then Tommy told Buck to take his bed.

Buck tried to protest. “I can't do that. I-I'm totally fine staying on the rug or the couch, honestly.”

“I have some chores to do later,” Tommy said, simply, as if Buck wasn't some huge burden he had picked up on his nightly patrol of his territory. “I’m going to be going in and out. I don’t want to keep you awake. You need a lot more rest.” He paused. “And some clothes.”

Oh. Right. Buck was still... buck naked.

So, that was how Buck found himself in the heart of the Alpha's den. His wound dressing had been freshly changed. He was in the center of a very comfortable bed, wearing the Alpha's very comfortable clothes, surrounded by that very comforting scent, inhaling so deeply he wondered if he was getting high off of it.

It should’ve felt wrong, like he was intruding (because he was, majorly). Instead, he felt cared for. Protected. His wolf had gone completely submissive, on its back, belly up.

Buck rolled around, instinctively mixing his own scent into the sheets until he was satisfied, and then fell asleep again within minutes.

Amazingly, it was peaceful. Dreamless.

He would've cried with relief, but he was too busy snoring softly into Tommy's pillow.

⏾

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make me write!

[weewookinard]

fanfic friday round two!

I could not restrain myself to write it, so here it is.

What if Abby and Tommy had a kid before they broke up? What if Evan got attached to this kid when he was with Abby, and suffered this loss as much as losing Abby when they parted away? What if Tommy gained custody when Abby left and had to raise the kid alone while learning how to be true to himself? What if, years later, Tommy and Evan met during a hurricane, and fell in love?

Tommy's body is still warm under his fingers, his heart beating wildly in his chest and reasoning in Evan's skull. The younger man smiles, a feeling of satisfaction mixed with the satiety of a well-deserved orgasm. His eyes close, ready to fall into the arms of Morpheus as he remains curled up against Tommy, feeding off the newfound touch. The other man's voice caresses the silence of the room, like an uncertain whisper. And Evan is too tired to understand the gravity of the moment, the importance of what's at stake. “If it's getting serious between us then I need to tell you something…” “Anything you want.” Evan's voice is heavy with contentment, already distant even as he does his best to focus on Tommy's voice. “I'm a dad. I have a daughter, she's eight.” Evan takes time to absorb the information. To understand what Tommy wants to tell him. He knows he should panic, that at least that's what the man who's become his boyfriend in a matter of weeks expects. Wonders how many men fled when Tommy mentioned the child. If it's out of fear that he didn't say anything before their bodies became exposed. If he expects Evan to flee, accusing him of setting him up or who knows what other bullshit. He doesn't let the silence last forever, feels Tommy's body tense beneath his, knows that the words he's about to say will change the rest of his life. When he finally speaks, it's with a smile on his face. “I love kids.” Beneath him, Tommy sighs, relaxing under his fingers. Evan hesitates, wonders if he should straighten up, plunge his gaze into the other man's. Tommy's breathing is jerky, the emotion hard to hide. He knows the walls the pilot has put up around him so he doesn't move, lets Tommy have that sensation of intimacy. “I…” He's never heard the older man so uncertain, so he waits. Gives Tommy time to find his words. “I'd rather wait before introducing her to you. If you don't mind. I want to, believe me. But…” “But you'd rather not risk her getting attached if you're not sure I'm staying, right?” Tommy remains silent. Finally Evan straightens up slightly, pulls his face up to face his boyfriend. Sees in his eyes his concern, his hope too. “I understand, Tommy. We'll give ourselves the time we need to get to know each other, for me to show you that I really want you.” And Tommy smiles at him, touched. And Tommy puts his hand on his cheek, caressing the soft skin. And Tommy moves closer, kissing him in the half-light of a room they intend to share more often.

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[desert--moonchild]

burns like iron in the back of my mind

rated: t

@badthingshappenbingo

square: cradling someone in their arms (chapter 3)

Evan looked much better than he had back at the house— still bruised and now bandaged, but they had at least gotten the blood washed off him.  His face lit up with a smile as he met Tommy’s before a cloud pulled over his face with a frown.   “You got stabbed?!” “Uh oh—” “Only a little bit,” Tommy said.  “It didn’t hit anything important—”

read chapter 4 on ao3

COMPLETE!!

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[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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[perfectlysunny02]

kiss me goodbye, i'm defying gravity (several sentence sunday)

"So Daddy's up there?" Teddy asks, pointing at the sky. Not for the first time, Tommy wishes LA wasn't so polluted and crowded that they could see the stars. "Yeah bug, Daddy's up there," Tommy says, smoothing down the hazard blond curls that make his heart ache whenever he sees them. "Maybe if you wave, he can see you." Evan won't, but Theodore doesn't know that, and Tommy's desperate to bring comfort to his child who misses Evan just as much as he does.

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[lavenderleahy]

The discord thought that Buck's post-breakup baking would go viral on TikTok, so this silly little thing was born.

Not only does baking take Buck's mind off Tommy, but it also brings him a lot of joy and satisfaction. He finds that he really enjoys baking. Apparently, other people enjoy him baking as well. 

The comments on his most recent videos have been… a lot. They range from “It’s good to see a young man learning valuable skills!” to “I’d love you to eat me for dessert.” 

Comments like the latter have been getting out of hand, actually. After just a week of posting daily, they take up half of Buck’s comment section. Buck decides to address it in his next voiceover. 

“Bake apple strudel with me while I talk about my last relationship. Hey everyone, I’m so glad you all enjoy my videos. I appreciate the enthusiastic compliments, but some of them have been a little bit too enthusiastic for my taste. I just wanted to let you know that I just got out of a relationship. He and I dated for six months, and it ended pretty suddenly, so I’m not looking for anything new right now. Thank you so much for your support, and check out that golden flaky crust!”

(I'm scheduling this post, so apologies if you tagged me and I haven't seen it yet.)

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[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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[spicycinnabun]

hi! can i ask for 🐺..... and 🎀..... and 🤖?

i love the different vibes and bucktommy dynamics of them all and am greedy for more 🥺

you sure can! here's 🐺 - a snip of a happier future. i'm going to make separate posts for the other two, so look out for those next. c:

Buck was shirtless, sunning himself on the roof. He couldn’t tan without it healing almost instantly, forever as pale as the lilies, but the warmth felt good.

Tommy was weeding and occasionally glancing up at him. That felt really good. Buck preened under his gaze, not so subtly posing in ways that showcased his muscles. 

Buck had offered to lend Tommy a paw in the garden—more than once—but the Alpha had assured him that he would join him soon. He was almost done. 

It was nice. Peaceful. Birds were chirping. Insects were buzzing. A rabbit was hopping around by the stone footpath that his wolf had half a mind to hunt. 

But Buck had a better idea. He sat up, crouched, and eyed his prey’s broad form with a smirk. His quads tensed. He wiggled a little to prepare for the strike, and then went for it.

Safe to say, the novelty of pouncing on Tommy had not worn off. Buck didn’t think it ever would. At work, they had equipment that saved him when he fell, but it wasn’t the same. Didn’t feel the same. And when he fell on the job, it was usually because he had messed up. 

He was maybe pushing his luck, but like most things, once he got a little? He craved a lot. It sort of reminded him of being a kid, except he wasn’t hurting himself for attention; he was just… hurling himself for attention. At a big Alpha werewolf.

It didn’t matter which direction he came from or how high. He could plummet. He could throw himself at Tommy and, thanks to those super Alpha reflexes, Tommy would catch him every time. 

Today was no different. 

Tommy dropped the weeds, turned whip quick, and Buck landed right in his arms. Buck couldn’t contain an exhilarated huff, his heart pounding.

“I said I’d be five minutes,” Tommy said, squeezing him. He didn’t even seem annoyed. It was kind of amazing. “You couldn’t wait?” 

“I thought about it,” Buck said. “Seriously considered it. Turns out I didn’t want to.”

“Mm, I see.”

Tommy looked at his lips—Buck licked them, parted them in anticipation—and then tossed him unceremoniously in the freshly mown grass. Buck whined, “No, Tommy!” 

Pick me back up! I wanted kisses!

Tommy followed him down, laughing. They play wrestled, neither of them holding back. It was nice not to have to worry about hurting someone. Buck grunted in between unhinged giggles. He went dirty, freeing his fangs and nipping at different areas of tempting exposed skin. It made Tommy curse, made him growl, “Evan!”

Much to Buck’s delight. He loved making Alpha call out his name.

Tommy eventually overpowered him, though Buck had low-key (okay, high-key) hoped he would. He bared himself in submission to Tommy’s beast, flushed and panting happily. 

They had accidentally rolled into one of Tommy’s flowerbeds during their spar. Buck would feel bad for crushing them, but at that moment, it felt like resting on a really fragrant cloud. Maybe he could use the petals of the damaged ones to make syrup later. Feed it to Tommy on pancakes.

Tommy loomed over him with his hands planted on either side of Buck’s head, his eyes red like two glittering rubies in the sun. Buck’s tongue lolled out as he grinned up at the Alpha. 

“What am I gonna do with you, pup?” Tommy murmured, leaning down to nuzzle along his jugular, mouthing right over his maker’s mark, eliciting a shiver despite the heat.

Bite me, bite me, bite me.

“W-whatever you want,” Buck breathed. He spread his legs, claws pricking Tommy’s back. “Anything you want, Alpha.”

☀︎

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[weewookinard]

I Needed Life And Life Came (chapter 1)

What if Abby and Tommy had a kid before they broke up? What if Evan got attached to this kid when he was with Abby, and suffered this loss as much as losing Abby when they parted away? What if Tommy gained custody when Abby left and had to raise the kid alone while learning how to be true to himself? What if, years later, Tommy and Evan met during a hurricane, and fell in love?

Hi team, thank you so much for the love you gave to this idea, it gave me the fire to write again for real! Hope you'll like this first chapter 💖 Please do not hesitate to comment or like or share or else. My life sucks right now but every little gesture of love helps me so much, I can't thank you enough for that!

You can find this first chapter on AO3!

excerpt:

The sensation of vibration on his lips continued to haunt him for hours that became days. The memory of an unexpected sweetness, a new tenderness. The taste of a man on his mouth. The taste of Tommy, a storm in his life in the middle of a hurricane. The taste of change and surprise, of discovery and questions. The taste of possible happiness. 

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[desert--moonchild]

burns like iron in the back of my mind

rated: t

“I’m not going to ask what happened between you and Buck—” “He didn’t tell you?” Bobby shook his head.  “He just said that you guys had broken up, not exactly how you had broken up.” Tommy blinked.  Evan told Bobby damn near everything.  “Why—” “He never came to me for advice about you, did you know that?  You’re the first that we never needed to talk about.  I told him that you are good people Tommy, and I still believe that.”  Bobby took another sip of his coffee. Tommy tried to swallow around the rock he could feel in his throat.  

read chapter 2 on ao3

thanks to wonderful @livelaughlou for listening to me yap about this chapter for like two months even if i couldn't bring myself to write until now 🤍

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i'm half asleep rn so let me know if i forgot you or you want to be added/removed thanks lovelies! 🤍

[hyperfocusthusly]

WIP Wednesday

Helllloooooo, I know I have been terrible at keeping up with all the tags from all my lovelies ( @bidisasterevankinard @theotherbuckley @typicalopposite @perfectlysunny02 ) , so here is a snippet from the next part of Forget Me Not - I promise I’m still working on it, the break up just took all my writing motivation and threw it in the canal

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“You’re not sleeping”

Tommy looks over at him from his seat on the sofa. Buck crosses the room and hands him a steaming mug, sitting down next to him, mindful of the space he leaves between them.

Tommy shrugs, rubs his hand across the back of his neck “I just feel a bit restless, like I can’t quite settle.”

Buck lets out a sound of frustration, irritation crosses over his face as he jumps up.

“Sorry I should have…” he stops at the sight of Tommy, immediately drawn in on himself, the grip on his mug noticeably tighter. Buck squeezes his eyes shut and chastises himself, they had worked really hard on this, but the lesson that Tommy is safe with him doesn’t seem to have been one of the feelings that stuck around. Buck chewed on his lower lip and tried not to think about that too much. He did drop down to his knees, one hand balancing him against the sofa, close to Tommy’s thigh. “Sorry, that wasn’t at you. I just remembered something I should have given you when you came home. I just forgot because normally I’m with you…” he takes a deep breath. “Normally I’m with you at night when you need it.”

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NP tags - @leashybebes @bidisasterevankinard @comfortingevanbuckley @desert--moonchild @apassingbird @merrylou-mas @bucksboobs @bi-bi-buckleys @epiphainie @wikiangela

Tag list for this fic - @sweaters-and-silly @sunnywithachanceofbi @mattdoestevan @mmso-notlikethat @harmonic-intervention

@cinderellarhea @actuallyitsellie @casismybestfriend @crankypotionsmaster @powersuitup @disaster-j @hellion-child

@evanbuckleymylove @drivebyanon @teabroomsandbooks @feistygina @bigfootsmom

@rubydaiquiri (I didn’t connect your URL change sorry!-adding you so I don’t miss you in the future 🫶🏻)

[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

[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]

Tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @powersuitup

I'm SO close to finishing this post-breakup TikTok fix-it fic. Once I get the thanksgiving turkey in the oven I should have time to write it :D

“Bake sourdough with me while I tell you what it’s like to try something new. I’m gonna be real with you – it’s terrifying as shit. This is my first time baking sourdough, and I’m terrified I’ll get it wrong. Even though it doesn’t really matter, does it? Like, if I mess this up, I can just do it again. What’s even more terrifying is trying something for the first time that you can’t mess up. That’s why you have to train at the academy before becoming a fire fighter - better to mess up when the lives at risk aren’t real than when they are. In life, there are no practice rounds. Sometimes you screw up and the people in your life forgive you and let you back in. But sometimes they leave. In my past relationships, things always seemed to go wrong when I tried something new. Maybe that’s why small things like baking sourdough terrify me so much. It wouldn’t be a life-altering, relationship-ending mistake, but it could be. But that’s life, right? So every day, I’ll try something new. And I’ll keep trying new things until they’re a little less terrifying. Until then, I’ll keep baking for you all. As for this sourdough, I doubt it would be Paul Hollywood approved, but I think it turned out alright! What about you?” @shrimp_bizkits1 commented: ex-boyfriend’s hater club 👇 – Show 255 replies –

tagging 🧡

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

@thatmexisaurusrex @loucifersbitch @carrythatwayt @cannibalhellhound @theotherbuckley

@plotdevicetommy @didsomeonesaybuffet @girlwonder-writes @tabbytabbytabby @mattdoestevan

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

@sunnywithachanceofbi @bangpop91 @rdng1230 @weewookinard @cliophilyra

@racerchix21 @typicalopposite @foxtrot91 @swiftiefirefighters @kirkaut

@911varietyposts @queermccoy @bulisen @setmeatopthepyre @taleofdaringdo

[spicycinnabun]

@118dailydrabble for day 68 prompt desperate ⏾ rated: g ⏾ pair: buck/tommy ⏾ tags: part 12 of werewolf au

This was far from the first time Tommy had had a naked, sweaty man pressed against him, though the circumstances were usually more pleasurable.

Hold, his monster insisted. Take care.

He wanted to give the kid a real hug.

Tommy recognized the signs of being touch-starved and desperate for some comfort. It radiated off the were as he nuzzled his nose against Tommy’s scent gland, triggering calming pheromones. Tommy felt his face shifting, rearranging.

They barely knew each other, but Tommy could feel those needs as if they were his own. (Like this were was his, and that was… ridiculous.)

Exactly sixty seconds later, he let go—like Tommy had set a rule when he’d said take a minute.

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tag list: @justahumblecabbagemerchant @loulou-land @harmonic-intervention @sweaters-and-silly @theallyandhisbeast @brassm @scuderiadebauchery @chococara25 @darkqueen458 @cinderellarhea @setmeatopthepyre @buffaluff @eliotwaughdeservesbetter @figuringitoutaloud @cannibalhellhound @i-dont-even-know-anymore976

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