#the 20 tommy fans

[loufuckers]

clown to clown communication reached insane levels today @shaunashipman

[tommykinard]

hot pilot boyfriend tommy

[tommykinardsource]

big man, tiny fidget toy

[xofemeraldstars]

9-1-1 -> 8x1 ❝ buzzkill ❞

[usergif]

bOooO oOO OoOooo

[wikiangela]

"Like that?" "Yeah, that works."😍

[shaunashipman]

buck bounces on it confirmed

[kiinard]

“he’s so insane for this” and it’s just a man looking at the love of his life

[louisferrignojr]

a bucktommy fic by @evansboyfriend and @half-oz-eddie

additional tags: different first meeting; clubbing; recreational drug use; one night stands; morning after; fluff and smut rating: explicit words: 7,313

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an excerpt:

The bartender’s busy fulfilling orders and Buck’s growing impatient by each second that passes, fruitlessly sipping on what little there is left in his glass, which is mostly just a bit of water from the ice cubes that are slowly melting. In an impulsive move, he removes the straw and tips the glass back, finding relief as he swirls the ice cube in his mouth − that is until someone knocks into him, and Buck tries, and fails, to grab the bartop to keep himself from stumbling over, and next thing he knows the man standing next to him has his arm around Buck’s waist, keeping him steady. He’s looking at Buck, and his lips are moving, but Buck can’t hear what he says over the loud music. It doesn’t matter anyway; because standing in front of him is the prettiest man he has ever laid eyes on. 

“Hi,” Buck says − or tries to anyway, but he can’t quite form the word around the ice cube in his mouth. He grabs his empty glass again and spits it back out before he tries again. “Hi.”

The man smiles at him, and it feels like the clouds are parting and Buck can hear a choir of angels singing overhead. His eyes crinkle at the corners and his nose is scrunched up adorably. “You okay?”

Buck nods. He reaches out and puts his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Thanks,” he says. “For saving me. Wow, you’re…” he trails off, distracted by the feel of strong muscles underneath his palm, and he knows he’s getting carried away the way he’s running his hand over the guy’s very nicely defined bicep, probably a little inappropriately, but the guy doesn’t seem to mind. “...so strong.” Buck mutters under his breath, too quiet for the man to hear him. “What’s your name?” he asks in a louder voice. 

“Tommy.”

“Tommy.” Buck repeats as a smile grows on his face. “Hi, Tommy.”

“Hi…”

“Evan,” Buck hurries to say, suddenly remembering he’s still not introduced himself. 

“Okay, hi, Evan,” Tommy smiles at him again. 

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[erodingsinner]

We've been living on a fault line And for a while you were all mine I'd spend a lifetime giving you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever Till forever falls apart

[loullaby]

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[tommykinard]

#a lying liar who lies

[tommykinardsource]

#dork

[xofemeraldstars]

nudge nudge wink wink

[theweewooshow]

love me plenty, take this gently

Evan had texted him when he got back to the loft a few hours ago, told him that he was crashing after his shift and to let himself in because even though he has a key now, it still feels a little weird to let himself into a space that isn’t his. So when he unlocks the door, he knows Evan’s going to be asleep, and there’s an undercurrent of want thrumming through his entire body because of it.

for day 2 of @bucktommykinkweek: somnophilia | “I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

bucktommy • 3k • explicit

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[wikiangela]

[...] because he didn't have a sister. He didn't have me. I know that I left you twice. Once with Mom and Dad, and once when things got rough with Doug. But I came back.

Buckley siblings in 3x16 The one that got away