#this post is about chimtommy

[chimneyz]

when a ship is so rare there is nothing on ao3 and in order to have fics of it you have to write it yourself

[tommykinard217]

For the ask game: ❄️❄️🇬🇧🇬🇧🍻🍻

Can’t wait to read all of them, they sound great!

Send me an emoji from this post and I'll write a snippet for the corresponding idea/wip! I'm so glad you like my silly little ideas!

❄️( it's a wonderful life inspired au)

Tommy wondered if he was dead. Or close to it. It was the only logical explanation, weirdly. He was in his childhood home, looking the way it did before he packed up what little he had and fucked off to the army the second he turned eighteen.

The reason why he knew this meant he was dead or close to it was because it had burnt down fifteen years ago, his old man inside. Ironic, that the father of a firefighter died in a fire that his own stupidity caused. Man fell asleep with a lit cigarette in his hand and everything around him caught fire like a birthday cake.

The other reason why he knew he was dead or close to it was the two actually dead men standing in front of him. He didn't know how he knew them, given he had seen only one of them in passing years and years ago (and pictures here and there) and the other had been dead before he even got to grow into the man he saw before him. But he knew them, knew who they were, as certain as he knew his own name.

"Am I dead?" Tommy finally asked, facing the ghosts or figments of his imagination of Kevin Lee and Daniel Buckley.

🇬🇧 (regency au fuck yeah, have a glimpse into Buck and Tommy getting closer)

Buck hadn't felt a kinship with someone quite so quickly since he had met Eddie. And even then, his bond with Tommy just felt different. Sure, he often wanted to spend his days with Eddie, but with Tommy it felt more like a need. Like a horseshoe magnet, pulling metals to it with no resistance.

He was in fact talking about magnetism now, the fascinating studies being done on the metal, and how even the Greeks and Chinese had found use for the unique substance and it's nearly otherworldly properties.

Usually Howie and Eddie would indulge him for a moment or too, then steer him to less boring subjects.

Not Tommy, however. Tommy seemed to take in every word Buck uttered like it was gospel, eyes fixed upon him even while they walked through the center of town, a smile that sent a pleasant shiver down Buck's spine the first he had seen it on his face.

It was always like this. Buck would talk about some study or fact that he had learned, and Tommy would listen with rapt attention. It made Buck feel like he was floating, like he was the most important person in the world simply because of Tommy.

🍻 (chimtommy friendship!!)

"So! You need to get out more. See people outside of the ones you work with and rescue on a daily basis. So, we're going out for karaoke, no you don't have a choice, I'm coming to yours on Thursday at seven." Tommy blinked, absolutely confused by the words falling out of Howie's mouth, so fast it felt like he was trying to avoid giving Tommy the room to say no.

"...How do you even know where I live?" He decided to ask instead, which, yeah. He definitely didn't tell Howie that information. The only person at work who knew where he lived (and who had cared) was Sal.

"I have my ways, Tommy." Howie grinned, popping the gum he had in his mouth.

"I'm going to just assume you followed me home and watched me through the window." Tommy grinned, somewhat awkwardly, to show he was just joking. Being a bitch as a way of joking around wasn't exactly a sense of humor people were used to, and his delivery tended to run pretty dry.

Howie, however, just laughed. "You caught me. I even bought a pair of binoculars and everything. Anyways, Thursday. Seven. Karaoke. I'll drag you out of your house if I have to."

Tommy snorted and stepped a little closer to Howie, to emphasize the height difference between them. And general size difference at that. "Yeah okay, Howie."

Howie just rolled his eyes and shoved Tommy out of the way. "Small but mighty, Tommy. Small but mighty."

[chimneyz]

past chimtommy is pretty cool, but so is past saltommy ... what if ... hear me out they at least all had a threesom once in the past