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i've missed you, i need you

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visionandthebeast · 1 day ago

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visionandthebeast · 2 days ago

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Written out a beginning for my tommy cursed with amnesia fic. Now officially set after 8x11.

In the end, Buck didn't call Tommy. He wanted to, he wanted to hear Tommy's voice again, even if it was just through the phone. But it was exactly that longing that made him hold off.

Because just thinking about Tommy's voice got Buck so hard he had to jerk off twice before he could think clearly. Even now he was still half hard, the lingering ache from taking Tommy in both ends just the night before an un-ignorable reminder of what he wanted.

Who he wanted.

He needed to sort his head - and penis - out before he could talk to Tommy. Trying to have a serious conversation when he couldn't even think about the man clearly would just open them both up to more pain.

So Buck focused on unpacking. Moving into his new house properly, and not just using it as a glorified storage room. He still wasn't sure about where he wanted everything to go, but at least this way everything had somewhere to be. Somewhere other than a labeled box with the label face down.

He decided not to do it room by room, but to focus on the things he would get the most use out of. His bed, the couch, the kitchenware. Stuff like that.

Then he went to get groceries, so he wouldn't just be surviving off baked goods, takeout, and Maddie and Chim's dinners.

He had leftovers from Tommy's breakfast spread that would have lasted a few days even if Tommy hadn't left without eating. He wouldn't let them go to waste, but he did need food for his other meals. Ingredients to make them. Options for days when he's in a rush to leave -or exhausted coming home - and can't have a proper meal.

Bringing his groceries into the house, frowning at the receipt because everything was more expensive here then the stores by his loft, Buck dumped everything on the kitchen counters. Pulling the fridge open blindly as he started organizing what needed to be stored there.

He went to move the breakfast remains from where he'd shoved them and froze. His eyes falling on something he knew he'd not bought. He hadn't bought anything, really. Not before today. Definitely not a bottle of champagne.

Tommy had bought it. Tommy had made him breakfast, and bought champagne. Tommy had planned.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, the same one he'd sat on while Tommy had been here, Buck stared at the champagne bottle. He'd know Tommy wanted to work things out, wanted to give them a second chance.

But somehow, holding the bottle in his hand, made it so much more real. Tommy was ready to celebrate them starting there relationship again.

Pulling his phone out, Buck navigated to his messages with Tommy, still showing the texts from the night they broke up.

I'm sorry

I shouldnt have snapped at you like that

We probably shouldnt have slept together without talking things through

I dont regret it

But maybe I wouldnt have have the regrets I do if we just talked

If you want to id like to talk

I want you back Tommy

Buck hesitated, before deleting that final message. It was too desperate, too much to send to someone he'd basically told was just a meaningless hookup. However much of a lie that was.

Letting out a sigh, Buck stared at the groceries, before shoving everything that needed to be cold in the fridge, still in the bags, and made his way to the bedroom.

He had a shift tomorrow, he'd need all the rest he could get.

#evan buckley #bucktommy #tommy kinard #911 abc #fanfic #my writing #kinkley #kinley #tevan #evantommy #fic: amnesia curse

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visionandthebeast · 2 days ago

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