#tevan imagine

[sherry-cleo-salvadore]

So, as I am back in my Teen Wolf hyperfixation phase and now that I know Lou guest starred in Teen Wolf, my brain went into a 911/Teen Wolf crossover AU imagine idea, given that both shows are in California - Tommy is a werewolf secretly - maybe he was a born werewolf, he learnt to control himself but as things started to go haywire in Beacon Hills, he moved to Los Angeles and started working as a Firefighter in disguise. And then he met Buck - an innocent human - he could smell Buck's emotions of attraction towards him from miles away but Tommy told himself to stay away from Buck, he doesn't need to get dragged an innocent human into his werewolf drama - Buck deserves better. But then he saw Buck maim his best friend just so he could get his attention and it made Tommy realize, he is in for it - he can't let this drag on anymore, his resolve faltering, his all powerful emotions overpowering his pragmatic thinking. He gives in - he kisses Buck and asks him out on a date.

Things go well, he keeps falling deeper and deeper in love with Buck but still couldn't bring himself to tell Buck about his werewolf side - about the monster within - he knew it was wrong, he shouldn't drag Buck into it but he also knows he cannot stop himself it's almost like an all powerful supernatural force pulling him closer and closer to Buck like an invisible string.

But then Buck asks Tommy to move in with him, Tommy gets scared, moving in with Buck means having to reveal the monster within, all his demons and he is not ready for that. He is scared that Buck will see the monster and run away from him or worse he will accept the monster and put himself on risk to other supernatural enemies that Tommy and his family harbored in their history - he has to do it now - he has to break up with him, he has to leave.

'I'll see you around, Buck,' Tommy says, his heart screaming for him to stay to not break up that what he has built with Buck is too precious to leave behind but his brain telling him that he cannot be the reason Buck gets hurt in the future - it'd kill him inside and out. He has to leave and he does.

PS - I don't have the energy to edit this post, sorry 😭

[hainethehero]

Or Tommy sliding up behind him, hands holding Buck's hands, kissing his neck and joking about them kneading pasta dough together to Unchained Melody like Swayze and Demi in Ghost. Buck snickers and is all bashful like, "Stoppppp, i gotta get dinner started...." but he doesn't move an inch.

Sigh... a bitch can dream

i’m sorry but if this isn’t tommy coming up to stand behind buck/pin him to the counter/kiss the fuck out of him i don’t want it

[to-be-a-dreamer]

The disproportionate hate towards Tommy Kinard and the refusal to accept that someone could have genuine, meaningful character development off-screen that is still valid and real is a symptom of cancel culture and the internet’s general refusal to allow a person to become more than their past failings but some of y'all aren't ready to hear that

[aesthetictarlos]

I need the 118 to keep telling Buck "your man" when referring to Tommy and the Harbor crew to keep telling Tommy "your boy" when referring to Evan, and then I need Tommy to whisper my boy to Evan one day after waking up together and then Evan randomly blurting out my man, all giddy and in love.

[chaoticpositvty]

Literally the definition of fond.

[maybesomethingunusual]

i don’t know if it’s going to happen but as soon as we get a scene where tommy cups buck’s entire face im gonna lose it it’ll be the only thing i talk about for the next 100 years

[alienpewpew]

ok I wrote something short for that aloof tommy AU lmfao, somebody with better writing chops better get on this soon 😭

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"So, uh... Tommy, eh?" Eddie starts, trying to find the least offensive way to ask about Buck's boyfriend.

At the mention of the man's name, Buck's face immediately goes lax, his lips stretching into a happy, almost excited grin.

"Yeah, what about him?" He asks, giving Eddie his full attention.

Eddie swallows nervously before deciding to just be... direct. Yeah, just be direct.

"So you're, uh, pretty happy with him?"

"Of course! He's practically a big teddy bear" Buck laughs, and Eddie can't help but run his words through his head again, because surely not, right? There was no way Buck referred to Tommy Kinard as a teddy bear, right?

The same guy who responded to Buck's excited chatter with uninterested "hmms" and "okays?" The same guy who stood stiff as cardboard whenever Buck threw an arm around his waist or shoulder? The same guy who responded to Eddie's attempts at conversation with a slow blink and a stiff nod? That guy?

"...Right. And he, uh, treats you well, yeah? You don't ever feel like you're talking to... I dunno, a brick wall?" Eddie asks, very directly.

Buck raises his eyebrows. "A brick--? No, of course not! Tommy's a great listener. Trust me, I would know considering how much I talk" He jokes.

Eddie must be going crazy, because it feels like he and Buck are talking about two different people right now. What the fuck.

[alchemistc]

So about that deleted scene:

(shovel) talks - read on ao3

"So how many shovel talks should I be expecting?" Tommy asks, once the cake is mostly gone and Eddie and Christopher have wandered off. He tilts his voice low, so as not to draw the attention of Eddie's aunt, who has been eyeing him closely since he came back without any cake for Evan.

"Shovel what?" Evan's eyeing the cake.

"You could just have a bite," Tommy tempts, letting his grin go a little teasing, waving his fork a bit for emphasis, and Evan sighs. Pats his stomach, which Tommy is intimately familiar with, and very fond of, even if Evan wants to be a bit more cut.

"You're trying to deflect. Who gave you a shovel talk?"

"So far?" There's no reason to keep it going, really, except when Evan gets exasperated he huffs and puffs about it and Tommy - he doesn't not like his little attempts at dramatics.

Evan rolls his whole head in an effort to emphasize how much he's not in the mood, but his smile gives him away. It always does.

"Well, Hen and Karen just accosted me. Christopher's already promised anatomically improbable harm."

Evan, if anything, looks a little chuffed about that. Considering some of the things he's gleaned about his home life growing up, it's not all that strange.

Still, it doesn't hurt to ask. "They do know you're an adult, right?"

"Y-yeah, of course they know. It's - you know, that whole family thing you were so jealous of sometimes includes them being a little overbearing."

"Personally, I think they were just looking for some gossip."

Evan's face goes red. "Uh - that might be - that might be my fault. I'm... usually an over sharer."

"Is there something wrong with what I'm doing that you don't feel like over sharing?" It's a dirty ploy, but he's already over invested in this, in them. He wants to weasel a bit of praise out of Evan, even though he hasn't exactly been shy about it to this point at all.

Evan's face does something - a series of tiny expressions he'd have been hard pressed to catch if he weren't staring so closely - before he kicks at Tommy's foot under the table. "You're teasing me again."

Tommy doesn't hide his grin, even as he shovels his fork around the plate to get the last of the frosting off. "Can you blame me?"

Evan's blush is deep deep pink, but he still bites his tongue, tilts his head, tips his foot so that he can slide his toes around Tommy's ankle. He really, really wasn't kidding when he joked that he was trying his best to keep up.

He taps two knuckles against the table, looking like he's physically restraining himself from reaching for Tommy's hand. "It's - it's not like I don't talk about you. I just - some of it I wanna keep for myself."

Tommy fields fifty questions a day at work about the man who has him smiling to himself randomly, checking his phone and losing track of conversations because something ticks at a newly made memory of Evan Buckley. He understands the urge to keep some of those memories for himself.

"So what have you told them?"

He's picking at the thread, trying to unravel it, and he doesn't know why. He's more than satisfied with the state of things as they are now. Things are... different than he's used to, this early in. He's never been with someone so intent on getting to know him, spending time with him, so ready to share himself. It's intoxicating, really, and Tommy's never had a great handle on when to cut himself off.

Evan's expression is overly fond, and Tommy feels the thrill of it down to his toes.

"I told them about our date at the aquarium," he says, eyes sparkling a little. It had been a spur of the moment thing, Evan texting him for three days straight about hammerhead sharks, Frederickson mentioning his son-in-laws obsession with manta rays and the glass-side dinner they offered Saturday's and Sunday's. Evan's eyes drifting to the creatures in the water only half-as-often as they drifted to Tommy, and the air expanding in Tommy's lungs every time that smile landed on him.

Tommy hums.

"I told them a... very abridged version of you trying to teach me Muay Thai."

Evan, gleaming and wide eyed, pinned beneath Tommy, his hands giving up any pretense of doing anything but bracketing Tommy's hips, the gentling kiss Tommy'd placed to the birthmark over his eye before Evan whined and Tommy decided he was done playing games.

"Well, now Hen thinks I lied to her." Tommy jokes, and Evan's brow jumps quizzically. Tommy can't quite help it. Even with Gerrard here, even with eyes around them, even though they'd both decided together to keep the contact to a minimum, this being a work event and all - he reaches out and taps his finger to Evan's nose just to see his face crinkle in confusion. It'll have to do, with friends and family and colleagues all around them, but he can feel the urge to drag him in, to give Evan a taste of the frosting still on his lips, to press their bodies together and feel Evan's heart beat beneath his. The desire is there, crawling beneath his skin, and Evan watches him lean back in his chair like he knows every spare thought rattling around in Tommy's head.

"I told them you make me stupid happy," Evan says, all bright and sincere, something softening around the edges of his eyes, and the cage around his heart strains under the pressure of the muscle pressing for freedom.

Tommy darts a look around the room. Things are winding down, families with children drifting off early to enjoy having the day off, members of the 118 returning to their duties now that they've been thrown back on the dispatch register, higher ups huddled off in groups whispering to themselves about how they all would have been fired if Chief Simpson wasn't gunning for a promotion. Evan tips forward, chin dropping to the bridge of his hands with a grin.

"What do you tell the Harbor people about me?"

"Oh, absolutely nothing," Tommy says, standing, tilting a hip sideways so that he can hide the thumb the presses to the divot of Evan's chin. "If I did they'd think you'd bewitched me."

Evan's smile curls over his cheeks with the dopey expression Tommy's grown to adore.

"Let's get out of here before we get recruited for cleanup."

Evan looks like he's thinking about staying, anyway, so Tommy sweetens the deal. "I told Hen and Karen you were setting the pace. Are you gonna make a liar out of me again?"

Evan barely waits until they're out of sight before he's got two hands bracketing Tommy's hips from behind. Tommy knows he's staring at his ass - can't quite blame him. He works hard on making it look good in dress blues.

They manage to make it to the far side of Tommy's truck before Evan spins him, presses him to the passenger door before Tommy can get it open for him. "When we get home," he starts, too busy pressing his tongue to Tommy's pulse point to notice Tommy's quiet inhale at the phrasing. "I'm gonna take this uniform off of you, piece by piece, and then I'm gonna blow you so good you see stars."

"We should both wear our hats," Tommy negotiates, hoping to keep it light enough that he won't hone in on 'home'.

"The medals can stay too," Evan says, and sucks a bruise into the side of Tommy's neck when Tommy tilts his head back to laugh.

[kinardsevan]

"God, he's just so-... ugh, I don't even know," Evan grumbles, screwing the cap off of his water bottle.

Tommy shakes his head from the other side of the island in the kitchen, sympathy clear in his expression. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't really know-...what?"

Evan turns suddenly at the name, eyes narrowed and the slightest upturn of his mouth, widening by the second.

"What did you just say?"

Tommy turns his head, eyes wide. "I mean I was just saying-.."

"No," Evan counters, shaking his head. He settles his water bottle on the island and walks around it, toward Tommy. "Before that. What did you call me?"

Tommy nods, pressing his lips together briefly. "Okay."

Evan smirks at him, tilting his head to the side as he slides his arms between Tommy's on his hips, looping them around his back. "I"m sorry, what?"

Tommy's eyes trail up his chest to his lips, smirking back at him as his eyes meet Evan's. "Honey."

Evan grins, clearly smitten at the name and Tommy lifts a hand to his jaw, brushes his thumb against his cheek.

"You like that," Tommy murmurs to him, only the slightest hint of teasing in his voice. Evan nods, still smiling at him instead of responding with words. Tommy leans in and kisses him, soft and chaste. Evan leans into him, sighing softly.

"You can say that again, any time," he murmurs when he pulls away. Tommy smirks at him and just leans and kisses him once more.

[typicalopposite]

Oh I should not be thinking about marriage proposals for a couple we have no confirmation will be long term…

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut…

Imagine with me, if you will, Buck getting ready for a date with Tommy and there’s a knock on his door. It’s Eddie and— and he’s holding a—

“What’s with the clipboard,” Buck laughs. Eddie flicks his eyes up from where he is busy scribbling something that Buck tries to see but Eddie pulls the clipboard up so he can’t.

“You… are late,” Eddie responds — matter of factly, albeit nonsensically because… late for what? Before he can ask, Eddie swoops the pen around elegantly like he does with his signature and then tucks the board under his arm. “Let’s go.”

And then they are off on a very wild (very confusing for poor Buck) adventure of Buck being passed — with the constantly hidden from his eyes clipboard — from person to person and place to place until he finally ends up at the 118 with Athena who hands the clipboard one last time to Bobby and after some sentimental fatherly speech he gives it to Buck.

On it is a picture frame boarder and what everyone had been scribbling the whole time were their signature and little messages. In the middle where a picture would go it just says turn around.

Buck does and there’s Tommy down on one knee and his whole entire family (his whole entire world) is watching as one of the happiest days of Bucks life unfolds.

And of course he says Yes!

And yeah…. Imma need to get a google doc going for this because it’s made me feel all soft inside!

[aaronsinferno]

Today's mental image: Bucktommy rock climbing date. Possibly discovering in the process that seeing each other harnessed up Does Things™ for them.

Buck notices Tommy lagging behind and starts throwing playful jabs. “Moving a bit slow down there, old man,” he teases, glancing down with a mischievous smile. Tommy, grinning, shoots back, “Well, you are known for being the quick one, so…”Buck pauses instantly in his tracks, a laugh escaping him, the hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. He grips the next hold, muscles flexing as he widens the gap between them even more. “Just wanted to keep things a bit familiar for us,” Tommy continues, as he hoists himself up a bit higher. Tommy then stops, taking a moment to catch his breath. He glances up, waiting in silence for a moment before speaking “I’m also really enjoying this view, Evan.” he calls out, his eyes lingering on Buck’s toned legs and ass, perfectly outlined by his short shorts and emphasized by the harness. Buck catches Tommy’s gaze, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he revels in the attention, shifting his weight to give Tommy a better look before continuing upward.

[sherry-cleo-salvadore]

I haven't really posted fanfics or written stuff on this account yet, but after the past few days, and then seeing this picture, I just needed the catharsis, so yeah... This is my first imagine/fanfic whatever you want to call it on the account ... (Also, it's not really edited, sorry)

“Cupcakes! Cupcakes! Cupcakes!” Jee exclaimed happily as she sat on the countertop, looking at Buck gathering all the ingredients and baking tools.

Buck chuckled at the little girl’s innocent enthusiasm. It was a little refreshing after drowning in the whirlwind of emotions. Maddie was right, maybe hanging out with Jee could help him feel better. “Okay then, what colors do want the frostings to be?” he asked.

“Umm… pink for me, Green for Dada, yellow for Mama,” Jee listed as she counted the people on her small fingers, “Blue for you and red for Uncle Tommy,” she stated innocently.

Buck stopped right in track as the bag of flour fell from his hand and landed on the counter, the white powder spilling everywhere like snow. The lump he had become all too familiar with in the past four days returning in throats, his eyes starting to sting again.

“Uncle Buck?” Jee asked in confusion. “You spilled the flour,” she pointed out innocently at the white powder, it’s dust still flying into the air staining Buck’s grey hoodie.

Buck snapped out of his trance, “Uh, uh, sorry,” he said quickly, scrambling to find a way to clean the mess. “Sorry, I…,” he said, his voice starting to crack.

“Uncle Buck, are you okay?” Jee asked as she saw Buck began to shake a little, his breathing trembling as he tried to shove back his sobs and tears.

“I… I…,” Buck tried to find the words but failed as the first sob hit. He steadied himself with his hands against the counter as the tears and sobs came pouring out.

“Uncle Buck?” Jee asked in confusion as she moved a little closer to him, placing her small hand on his arm.

“I miss him,” Buck admitted with a choked voice as he felt his heart twist and ache in his chest.

Jee didn’t know what to do. Then she remembered how her mother would hug her when she would cry, so she moved closer to Buck and wrapped her arms around him as he cried.  

[meep-meep-richie]

arms

[fireburningonthedancefloor]

Look at how Tommy’s “we had a successful call” smile falls when Buck touches him as goes oh, crap this pretty boy is looking/talking/touching me.

Then Buck gives him a little nod, and Tommy’s got this swell of omg does he think I’m cool?!?!?! and his smile comes back with a touch of shyness.

And he wants to touch Buck back so he does.

And Tommy watches Buck leave with a hint of *sigh* if only in his eyes.

[aesthetictarlos]

Thinking about Buck coming home after a shift and being welcomed by the sight of his boyfriend napping on the couch and their kitten on his lap—

Cuteness overload.

[chaoticpositvty]

You already know.