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[giallos]

bucktommy s3 alternate meeting AU? 🥺

okay! so this is set immediately post-3x16 and is a canon divergence!

“So you’re the infamous Buck,” Tommy says, grinning and extending a hand to him. Buck glances down at Tommy’s outstretched hand and hesitates for just a moment before reaching out to grasp and shake. Tommy’s hand is huge, like a baseball mitt, and warm. So warm. “Uh, yeah, that’s me. Evan. Evan Buckley,” he stammers, continuing to pump Tommy’s arm. “Nice to meet you, Evan,” Tommy says, the corner of his mouth angling up in a smirk. “Good grip.” Buck blinks. “Huh?” “Good handshake,” Tommy says, nodding at their hands, which are still clasped because Buck still hasn’t stopped fucking shaking his hand. “Oh, uh, sorry.” Buck tugs his hand away and wipes his suddenly clammy palm off on the bottom of his shirt. Tommy’s smirk softens, the sharply angled corners rounding into something kind and almost affectionate, before turning his attention back to Chim. “I got us a booth when I came in,” he says, tipping his head toward a cozy booth stashed away in a shadowy corner. Buck’s stomach twists itself into knots when Tommy turns away from him. He wishes—he wishes Tommy was still looking at him, already missing the attentive, intense spotlight of his gaze. He rubs his palms on his shirt, but that doesn’t seem to get the sweating to stop. He realizes then, as he follows Chim and Tommy to their booth, that he’s nervous. That Chim’s old firehouse buddy has him sweating and stammering like it’s his first day at a new high school. What the hell is this?

it's kind of stalled out for the moment because i think i need to rewatch 3x16 to remember exactly what buck was like then.

[livelaughlou]

🎩 👀?

yaaay! Anything for you.

🎩-marriage of convenience

"Just think about it though," Buck says, leaning forward in his seat. "We already dated so we know things about each other. Enough to get you what you need at least."

"This would be a forever thing," Tommy points out hesitantly. "It wouldn't look great if we just up and divorced after she died. My dad could use that to fight it. You'd want to tie yourself to me for the rest of your life?"

I'd do it in a heartbeat, because I love you, Buck thinks, but doesn't say.

"I'm sure we could come to some sort of understanding," he answers instead.

[aringofsalt]

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️ tis the season! 🥰

15 sentences for youuu!

Buck had learned to love a lot about LA. For the last four years, the air had been warm, the sky had been bright, and he'd been surrounded by people. He'd never felt alone. There was always something to do, something to see, someone to spend time with when he'd had a long shift and felt the walls of his loft closing in on him. Snowflake Hollow, it turned out, was about the exact opposite. He'd been feeling unsettled for a while, itchy in his skin—literally, at first, thanks to the cast on his leg, but then the feeling had never really gone away. Between his doctor's appointments, physio sessions, and meetings with LAFD union reps, there was always someone wanting his attention. When he had a moment to himself, it seemed that either Maddie or someone from the 118 was always dropping by. They denied it, but he knew Maddie had put them up to a rotating schedule. Where once he'd loved the idea of never being alone, in practice it was frustrating, especially when the company was just a consolation prize for not getting what he truly wanted: to get back to his firehouse family. Get back to normal. When he'd first found the cabins online, at approximately three A.M. after yet another delay in going back to work, they'd looked too good to be true. A half-dozen cute and cozy little structures, sitting in a semi-circle around a small lake, standing together but nestled into little groves of trees that made them feel isolated, too. It looked like the perfect place to get away from the chaos he'd been surrounded by for the last six months.

[loucifersbitch]

may we see the small dog

this is Fred. he's my little old man (10 1/2 years old now) and he's a little bit of a dick. but he's my first baby 💚

[bi-bi-buckleys]

why did you understand my reference

Listen…..I was a MAJOR Captain America fan. I watched the first one too many times to be considered normal, I still maintain that Winter Soldier is the best MCU movie, and I was madly in love with Sebastian Stan. He was my phone screen. He was my tumblr theme. I watched so many things with him. Then THEN my mother pointed out that he looks like my brother in law (a bit, with the scruff and around the eyes) and I can’t unsee it and it ruined everything for me 😔

I’m sure there’s at least three gifsets of him saying that somewhere on my blog. If not more.

[theweewooshow]

the soccer dad clone

he's so dad shaped!!!!!

[gaytommykinard]

Is your blog named Bambi-Buckley? Or bam-bi-buckley??

he is buck

buck means deer

bambi is a deer

he is bambi

[starstruckbyacomet]

The Underdog

They thought he was a himbo. A pretty face on a great body, with decent acting skills. Good enough to be the love interest of the main character for several episodes.

GIF by tommykinard6

It was a surprise when he rejected a full make out session. He opted for a gentle first kiss instead. It should be their first clue.

GIF by mymycorrhizae

He added a thoughtful detail to the scene. People noticed and loved it. The kiss went viral.

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At first, it was his good look which caught our eyes...

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Soon enough, his nuanced acting and thoughtful subtleties kept our attention.

GIFs by bilosan & xofemeraldstars

Within the limited dialogues and screen time he was given, he told the story through his soulful eyes and his micro expressions. We got the messages and we adored him.

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But they never wanted him to stay long. His time was measured. He had to say goodbye and walked away. And he took our hearts with him.

GIFS by mmso-notlikethat

So, when he turned his back on the door, we also turned our backs on the show.

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[beefcakekinard]

[special thanks to james @louisferrignojr for the idea]

There's buzzing in his ear.

Tommy slaps his hand onto his bedside table and drags it across the top in search of his phone. He finds it – his eyes are too blurry from sleep to see the time or the caller ID, but the dark outside tells him it's ass o'clock, and the only reason to be getting a call is an emergency. He hopes he swipes the right way to accept and brings the phone up to his ear.

"H'llo?" he asks, or tries to, with how his mouth feels glued shut. There's panting on the other end, something- some wet sound.

"Hey, Tommy."

Evan's voice wakes him up faster than any call from the station would.

"E- Buck? Are you okay?"

There's choked laughter on the other end, a sigh. "Mmm, I'm real good, just- just right, in fact." His voice is low, dragging on the syllables. He cuts himself off with a moan.

Oh.

Tommy tries to rub the sleep from his eyes. "I'm gonna go."

"What," Evan goads, "don't you miss- miss the way I, I sound when you fuck me?" Evan’s breath hitches in Tommy's ear. "This is, isn't the piece of you I w-wanted to keep but – ah-" Evan cuts himself off. The next few seconds have Tommy digging his fingers into his own thigh to the sound of Evan's breathing.

"Do, do you think I sh-should have-" Evan's voice breaks, Tommy's fingers ache, "should have put your cock in the box I s-sent Eddie over with earlier?"

Then it clicks.

That stupid clone-a-willy, sitting as a gag gift in the back of Evan's closet until three months ago. When Evan started getting curious about taking more than one cock at a time. When Evan, grinning wickedly, said hold that thought and dove off his bed. It made Tommy laugh at the time. He's not laughing now.

"Buck-"

"You don't call me that."

The vehemence is unexpected, but followed by more heavy breathing. There's a squelch in the background that Tommy can place, now, and he's going to leave bruises on his own leg if he grips any tighter. He focuses on it, the pain, purposefully dragging his attention away from how his cock aches in a decidedly different way.

Evan moans – satisfied, the way he does, did, when Tommy really focused in on his prostate. "You- god, Tommy, you feel so good."

Tommy can feel his resolve weakening like it's a physical thing. "Are you- have you been smoking, or-"

Evan laughs and Tommy feels it slip down his spine. "God. I had- had a couple drinks, dad. Or- sorry, daddy."

Tommy's resolve is all but a memory. He shoves his hand into his boxers and wraps his hand around his cock. It's a little unpleasantly dry, the friction dragging just a little too uncomfortably, but now that he has himself in hand, he doesn't have anywhere near the willpower to pull away, even for just a moment.

"Oh," Evan groans, and the sound is like the lick of a flame in Tommy's gut. "You- you touching yourself, daddy? Remembering what it, fuck, feels like to fuck me?"

Tommy squeezes his hand, tight, tighter, like the memory of the clutch of Evan's body around him. He takes long, hard pulls of his cock, squeezing himself at the tip to help slick the way little by little. It makes him think of how much Evan always leaks – the firehose, he always joked – like there's so much of him to give he's just welling up with it.

"What are you doing? You bouncing on it?" he asks, a man possessed. "Or are you greedy? Holding me to your prostate, using me to make yourself feel good?"

"Fuck," Evan cries out. His breathing gets sharper, shallower, faster. "Daddy, please-"

Tommy's hand races itself up and down his dick and his blood thrums in time with the sounds spilling from Evan's mouth into his ear. "Yeah, yeah, come on, you can get there, come on Evan-"

Evan whines and it vanishes into a groan as he comes, Tommy knows he's coming, and knowing that he brought Evan there has him grunting into his phone's microphone, has him spilling against his fist, into his boxers. Pleasure has never felt so sharp-edged.

Tommy breathes into the phone and relishes the sound of Evan doing the same. The moment stretches, bends the way it always does this time of night. He opens his mouth to speak.

The line clicks dead.

Tommy's left in the dark, his hand in his boxers, spunk drying on his skin.

He throws his phone to the floor.

[giallos]

OH YOUR ASK BOX IS BACK! hi 🫶 i was scared to DM you 🥰

yeah i had it closed because it got overwhelmed! also sometimes it eats my messages? 💀 but yeah it's back for now!

[livelaughlou]

🎩🎩🎩 marriage of convenience wooo

lol, at the rate we're going, chapter 1 will be out tonight. I'm so glad you guys like this.

🎩- marriage of convenience

“Uh, well, let me tell you,” Tommy says quickly. “I got quite an earful when I told her we’d broken up.”

Evan grins. “I’ll bet. I can’t wait to meet her.”

“She’ll love you,” Tommy says definitely. “I’ll set something up. How do you want to go about telling everyone? I’ll follow your lead on this.”

Evan tilts his head and a memory flashes into Tommy’s mind of times when he’d do that and Tommy would have to kiss him about it. He can feel a pull toward him now and has to physically hold himself back.

[aringofsalt]

this is a request for everyone to look at your new header because it's sooooo cute 🥰

awwww 🥰 thank you!!!

[loucifersbitch]

you think you're soooo funny. well you're right you're hilarious

i'm just a lovable little guy, i swear 😇

[bi-bi-buckleys]

dying at your tags.. please write the full fic!

Don’t tempt me! I’ve never written fic before now, but wow if this hasn’t truly left me feeling inspired. I might even sit down and properly write it out as opposed to 30 minute notes app fics like I have been doing 😂

[evansbuck-ley]

i’d marry you with paper rings

rating: g

word count: 2.2k

pairing: bucktommy

Snippet

“Erm, Tommy?”

“Yes baby.”

“Why do you have someone named husband in your phone? Are you married? Oh my god, am I in love with an adulterer? Am I your mistress, Tommy?” Buck began rambling, panic evident in his voice. His mind was going a mile a minute, had he really spent 8 months falling in love with someone who was married?

And now Tommy was laughing, he’s laughing.

“Evan, it’s you.” Tommy replied, coming to place his hands on Buck’s hips. Buck shot him a confused look, titling his head in a way that Tommy found utterly adorable. “What?” He questioned. Tommy pulled him closer, his arms coming to wrap around his waist. Buck’s hands came to rest on his chest, his left hand landing right on top of his heart.

“Husband, is you darling.”

aka tommy is disgustingly in love with buck

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[wikiangela]

when I close my eyes it's just you and I (here under the mistletoe)

written for @bucktommywinterfest

prompt: December 15-21: holiday-themed calls/a q-word shift and/or mistletoe kiss

huuuuuge thank to you @louisferrignojr without whom this fic would not have happened, ily, you're the best 🫶

edit: thank you soooooooo much to @xofemeraldstars for the amazing edit for this fic, this is the cutest, ily sm ❤️🫶

rated: G

words: 4.9k

[read on Ao3]

Buck has been taking the long way to work for about three months now just to stop by a coffee shop that’s totally out of his way and stare at the cute barista and embarrass himself by being way too awkward each and every time. He’ll deny it if anyone asks. Which, they won’t. Because he’s never late or anything, he just- he leaves for work a little bit earlier than usual, that’s all.  It’s just… really good coffee. Yeah, best he’s ever had. If he gets some eye-candy while he’s there, that’s just a bonus. Not the sole reason he’s there every morning before shift… and maybe nearly every morning on his days off. But the barista – Tommy – is just so cute. His eye-crinkling, nose-scrunching smile is the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen in his life – and with that adorable cleft in his chin, it’s a deadly combination, Buck can hardly look away. His blue eyes are so pretty and warm and Buck wants to look into them forever. And big arms that certainly would never make Buck think he’s a barista of all things. He must be so strong – Buck would lie if he said he didn’t want to see just how strong exactly, to see if he could throw him around a little… in a certain context, which he’s not thinking about, ever. And, god, those hands. Those long, thick fingers that Buck wants to- well. Every time he watches Tommy make his coffee, he gets a little mesmerized, transfixed on those hands, working with such ease and precision, moving so fluidly.  But that has nothing to do with why he goes there, of course. At least that’s what he’s trying to tell himself and, more importantly, Maddie, when they walk into the coffee shop one late morning and Tommy’s at the counter.

[read on Ao3]