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@bucktommyfluffebruary

Day one: non sexual intimacy

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Take me home

Day one of the @bucktommyfluffebruary - prompt ‘non sexual intimacy’

Notes: established relationship | words: 938 | rated: G

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Tommy doesn’t sit down in the bench as much as he collapses vaguely in its direction. He blinks slowly, eyes gritty with exhaustion. He gives up and just closes them, head tipped back against his locker. He can feel sleep pulling at the edges of his consciousness. He just wants to be able to click his fingers and be at home. He does not want to have to drive there.

The door to the locker room clangs as someone leaves and Tommy jerks upright. The fogginess of near sleep clouding his vision. Maybe driving would not be such a great idea. He twists and fumbles open the door of his locker, retrieving his phone. He scrubs his face with his palms and tries to concentrate long enough to find the right contact. He returns to his previous position, head tipped back on his locker, eyes closed as he listens to the phone ring.

“Hey love, everything okay?”

“Mmmm.” He tries to summon the energy to form real words.

“Bad shift?” Concern edges into Evan’s voice.

“No” Tommy can hear the roughness in his own voice. “Just long, didn’t get much sleep. Would you-” he falters momentarily, the feeling that he’s asking too much raising its head. He pushes it down, they’ve talked about this. “Would you come and pick me up? I don’t think me driving is a great idea right now.”

“Oh, yeah of course.” He can hear some movement on the other end of the phone as Evan moves through the house. Through their house. A smile pulls at Tommy’s lips at the thought.

“Give me twenty and I’ll be there.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The phone clicks off and Tommy is left in silence again. He takes a deep breath and feels himself relax, he settles in to wait for Evan.

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What feels like moments later, there is a gentle hand on his shoulder. Tommy blinks awake, sluggishly sits up, his back protesting the position he had let himself stay in for the last twenty minutes.

Evan’s smile is as bright as ever as he looks up from where he is crouched down in front of Tommy.

“Hey love.”

“Hey.”

Evan is fiddling with something on the floor, Tommy feels his legs being gently moved around. He tilts forwards and realises that Evan is untying his boots, carefully taking them off and setting them aside. Tommy groans, he’s still in his flight suit, the thought of having to get dressed feels vaguely overwhelming. He lifts his arms and fumbles with the poppers. His movements are slow and uncoordinated, the tiny metal clasp proving much more difficult than it should. Evan is there immediately, gently pushing his hands aside and releasing the poppers.

“It’s okay, let me do it.”

Evan slides his hands under the shoulders of the suit and frees Tommy’s arms, peppering gentle kisses along his collarbone as he goes.

Tommy leans into him, presses their cheeks together for a moment. It feels nice, to be taken care of. He’s not happy they broke up, all that time ago, but he can’t help but be grateful for the things it brought about. He’s always been so afraid of letting himself be known, be vulnerable but here, in this moment, he’s grateful for having broken through that barrier. Allowing himself to be so completely seen by Evan, it feels so beautifully intimate.

He is pulled from his thoughts by a gentle tap on his elbow,

“Lift your arms up for me, let’s get you into some clean clothes.”

Evan reaches over the top of him and pulls his bag out of the locker. Rummages through and pulls free a new set of clothes.

Before he knows it he is being pulled up off the bench, sweat pants secured around his waist. He lets himself fall into the crook of Evan’s neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbles into the soft skin there.

A hand runs up his back, holds him close.

“No problem darling, I’m always going to be here to help.”

Warmth stirs up in Tommy’s chest as he lets himself be guided out of the door.

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As they approach the jeep, Evan starts to rummage around in the bag over his shoulder, it’s awkward given that his other arm is being used to keep Tommy from sliding down onto the floor. He eyes the concrete, he could sleep there, it would probably be fine.

“Where are your keys?”

Tommy frowns,

“They are in the side pocket. I’m exhausted Evan, not drunk, you don’t have to confiscate them.”

Evan laughs, the sound is nice, drifting through Tommy’s ever slowing thoughts.

“I’m driving you home remember?”

Tommys sluggish mind fails to process what Evan is saying.

“But then you’ll have to leave your car here.”

Evan chuckles again. He is increasingly aware that Tommy looks like he’s about to collapse. But he can’t help but take a moment to look at his boyfriend, brows scrunched down adorably, trying to figure through Evan’s words.

Evan pulls out the keys and guides Tommy round to the passenger door. He opens it and helps Tommy in, who is, by this point, a bundle of uncoordinated limbs.

He smiles patiently as Tommy gets comfortable.

“My car is at home, I took an uber here, I am going to drive your car home. Then both of our cars will be at home.”

“Oh.”

Buck chuckles, Tommy is hardly awake anymore, his head dropping to rest on his shoulder.

Buck runs his fingers gently through his hair, presses a feather light kiss to his cheek

“Let’s get you home.”

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The Sound of Us

Day 1 of @bucktommyfluffebruary | prompt: non-sexual intimacy | 1,356 words

The world outside seemed far away, the sounds of the city and its people muffled, lending the loft’s bedroom a peaceful stillness. The only sounds in the room were the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft breathing of the two people inside. The faint light of the bedside lamp casting a warm golden glow across them as they lay quietly on the bed.

Tommy shifted against Evan, who was propped up on a mountain of pillows, and let his head settle on his chest. There, he could hear the steady, reassuring thump of Evan’s heartbeat—a sound that always made him feel safe.

If asked, Tommy would say this was one of his favorite places to be—wrapped up in the solid warmth of his boyfriend’s arms, listening to the rhythm of Evan’s breathing and the gentle cadence of his heart. It grounded him in a way nothing else ever could.

After a rough shift—when he had a bad call and lost someone, leaving him feeling powerless against the onslaught of doubts, self-blame and what ifs—or, when memories from darker days came knocking on closed doors, Evan’s presence was his anchor.

“You good there?” Evan’s voice rumbled beneath Tommy’s ear, equal parts teasing and concerned.

“Perfect,” Tommy murmured, closing his eyes as his fingers moved idly over Evans stomach, tracing random shapes onto his skin. He let out a satisfied hum. “Don't move.”

Evan chuckled, a quiet sound that vibrated through his chest and made Tommy’s lips quirk into a fond smile. “Wasn't planning to,” he answered, voice full of mirth. Evan always enjoyed when Tommy was in a clingy mood.

For a while, they stayed like that, content in their little bubble, the silence between them comfortable and easy. Evan’s hand moved slowly, carding through Tommy’s curls in a way that made him want to stretch out and purr like a cat. Instead he melted further against him, letting his weight settle completely, knowing Evan would hold him without hesitation, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Then, Evan began to talk, just like Tommy knew he would.

“You know,” Evan said, his voice rumbling beneath Tommy’s ear, “blue whales have the slowest heartbeats of any mammal. When they’re diving, it slows to two beats per minute. Isn't that crazy?”

Tommy hummed, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. He adored the way Evan’s mind worked—how he always managed to surprise him. Tommy never knew what was going to come out of his mouth next and the sheer wealth of knowledge his boyfriend possessed was incredible. He appreciated his habit of sharing the most random facts at the most unexpected times. Tommy enjoyed trying to piece together what had led to the tangent—sometimes making the connection, other times being completely baffled but still endeared by the leaps Evan’s brain made.

This time, he figured Evan was probably thinking of heartbeats since Tommy was laying on his chest, listening to his.

He wasn't sure if Evan expected an answer, but the enthusiasm in his voice was enough to make Tommy smile and place an encouraging, soft kiss over his chest.

“They’re also among the loudest animals on earth,” Evan continued, his hands absentmindedly threading through Tommy’s hair. “They can hear each other up to 1,000 miles away. Can you imagine something that big, so far away, being that…connected?” he gestured with his free hand, waving it around animatedly as he spoke.

Tommy didn't respond, too focused on Evan’s voice, on the way it changed pitches depending on how excited he was about a subject or the way he sometimes stumbled or stuttered when his brain moved faster than his mouth could keep up. Experiencing all of that like this—with his ears pressed to Evan, feeling the vibrations of his voice rumbling through him like a low, soothing melody—it sent a pleasant warmth through him, spreading like a slow burning fire, curling around his heart and settling in. It made him feel welcomed, at home.

Still, despite being completely enchanted by his boyfriend, Tommy did his best to follow along. The facts were always fascinating, and he knew how much Evan loved it when he asked questions. Evan practically lit up anytime Tommy showed interest, his entire face brightening like he couldn't believe someone cared about the things he cared about.

And every time Evan looked at Tommy like that, like listening to him had been a precious gift, it hit Tommy somewhere deep inside. He never wanted to take that for granted. He wanted Evan to know he was loved—not for what he could do, not for what he looked like or what he gave, but simply for who he was.

So he held onto these little moments, these quiet spaces where Evan could just be—rambling, excited, unfiltered. And more than anything, Tommy wanted to give him more of them.

“Are you even listening to me?” Evan teased, interrupting Tommy’s thoughts. The fingers in his hair pausing their movement.

Tommy blinked, immediately protesting the loss of the comforting touch. “What?”

Evan tilted his head, pouting slightly. “Have you been pretending to listen this whole time? Were you zoning out?” His tone was light and teasing. And that, more than anything, made Tommy smile. Because Evan used to hold back, used to second guess whether he was talking too much. But now he felt comfortable enough to be a brat and poke fun at Tommy instead of retreating.

Tommy snorted softly, and rested his chin on Evan’s chest to look up at him, “I'm not zoning out. I'm listening.”

“Uh-huh” Evan replied, raising an eyebrow, his blue eyes sparkling challengingly. “What did I just say about whales?”

“Oh, pop quiz.” Tommy replied, deliberately stalling. “Hmm, what do I get if I answer correctly?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you have exceptional listening skills,” Evan answered sarcastically, smirking down at him.

Tommy narrowed his eyes, “I think I’ve been rubbing off on you too much.”

Evan wiggled his eyebrows ridiculously. “Oh, you definitely have.”

Tommy huffed a laugh, shaking his head. This was who he was in love with.

“Right. Whales.” Tommy said, giving Evan a pointed look, trying to get them back on track. Then he flashed Evan a wide, crinkly-eyed smile “So, whales have…unique hearts and they’re really loud.” He paused, then deadpanned, “Which I think you're relating it to me in some way, but I'm not really getting it.”

Evan burst out laughing. “Alright, that's actually close enough.” He shook his head, eyes warm as he looked at Tommy. “And, wouldn't you like to know?” he teased, tapping Tommy’s nose.

Tommy scrunched it up in mock offense, before promptly rubbing his face against Evan’s chest.

Evan let out a startled giggle, squirming as Tommy’s stubble scratched at his skin. “Tommy!” He tried to push him away, yelping when Tommy nipped at his fingers.

“Menace,” Evan grumbled, but there was no heat behind it.

Finally, Tommy pulled back with a smug smile before settling down again with a contented sigh, ignoring Evan’s muttered complaints about overgrown cat behavior.

He tilted his head just enough to look up. “Hey.”

Evan’s smile softened, lazy and affectionate. “Hi”

Tommy blinked at him, slow and warm. “Tell me something else.”

Evan hummed, tilting his head, fingers drifting to Tommy’s hair again. “Like what?”

“Just…anything.”

Evan’s smile widened as he thought for a moment, and then just like that, his eyes lit up. “Have you heard about rogue waves? They’re these massive, freak waves that show up out of nowhere. Like no storm, no warning—just this wall of water that can be over a hundred feet tall…”

He kept rambling on as Tommy let his eyes slip shut, lulled by the steady rise and fall of Evan’s chest, voice rumbling beneath him.

Just before sleep fully took him, he heard a soft, murmured “Love you.”

And his last thought—hazy, content and weightless—was that he’d never known happiness like this could exist. Had never let himself believe it could be his.

Until now.

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still handcuffed to the briefcase

bucktommy | rated t | 6.1k

Buck feels himself spinning out a little as the adrenaline leaves his body. Tommy knows how to gently draw Buck back out when he gets withdrawn; how to reassure him and care for him. Buck doesn’t know how to do that for Tommy. This is the first time he’s had to even try.  And then it strikes Buck that that’s because this is the first time that Tommy has let Buck see him like this. Unlike at the medal ceremony, or their two Miceli’s dates, Tommy isn’t forcing himself to turn the charm back on after he takes an emotional blow—to put on a happy, witty, or at least confident mask and keep on keeping on. He almost did, when they were still inside, but he dropped all pretense once Buck sent him outside. Tommy is in pain, and he’s not pretending like he’s not.  Buck isn’t sure if he feels guilty for the months of uneven care or if he’s relieved that Tommy’s walls have finally come down enough to be able to show Buck this vulnerability. It feels like a vote of confidence for their relationship. Tommy isn’t trying to present Buck with only the best version of himself anymore. He’s letting Buck see the raw, unhealed edges of who he is—not in theory, not through vague allusions, but in aching, screaming color and intimate proximity—and trusting that Buck won’t run at the sight of them.  Buck doesn’t need to fix this. He doesn’t need to draw Tommy back out—he needs to sit in this with him. He gets to. He’s honored to be allowed to. It’s all he’s ever wanted from a relationship, really.  “Hey,” Buck says softly. Tommy turns to look at him. “I’ve got you.”  Tommy gives a small, tight, but genuine smile. “I know you do.” 

Or: Buck and Tommy's second six month anniversary dinner is interrupted by Gerrard. Instead of breaking them again, it brings them closer. Buck learns how to take care of Tommy. Tommy learns how to let Buck in.

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Imagine Tommy and Buck getting ready for bed together. They're both exhausted after long shifts, both half asleep after eating a quick meal of takeout. They both hop in the shower together, not for anything strenuous, but to genuinely get clean and to scrub the day off their bodies.

Tommy, sleepily pressing a kiss on Buck's birthmark after helping him rinse the shampoo out of his curls. Buck, kissing Tommy's ear for just a second before he starts scrubbing Tommy's back for him.

The heat of the shower and the gentle care they show each other has them both even sleepier than when they started. Both yawning as they hand each other their respective pajamas. Boxers and an old t-shirt for Buck, sweatpants and a tank top for Tommy.

They brush their teeth, standing side by side together, basking in the comfort of the other next to them. The simple joy the act of getting ready for a night in each other's arms gives them.

Then, they climb into bed. Into their respective sides, and they both turn over to give the other a gentle kiss, and then another, and another. There's nothing heated about it. They're both too tired for it to escalate into anything other than just simple, lazy kisses.

Eventually, Tommy yawns against Buck's mouth and they both laugh as they pull away. Tommy turning to turn the lamp off from his nightstand.

In the darkness, they move closer together. Buck practically laying on top of Tommy, and Tommy with his arms wrapped tight around Buck.

They fall asleep like that. Warm, content, and in each other's arms. Right where they belong.

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the definition of devastatingly handsome

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Hugely curious about the stats of this. I'm testing a theory. Elaborate in the tags if you please.

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Bucktommy + "Orpheus" and "Eurydice" by Vincent Lima for @ambernotember

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I love the version of Buck and Tommy's relationship that existed for exactly 5 seconds during the Party Hat Scene.

The one where Tommy lavishes Buck with casual, sweet moments of affection which allows Buck the experience of feeling loved based simply for existing as he is, rather than for what he can offer.

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buck at the thought of having a possible future with tommy

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911 + text posts (4/∞)

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Bucktommy meet cute where Tommy is a former pilot turned flight data analyst.

Buck is sitting near Tommy at a coffee shop and Tommy realizes Buck is shamelessly staring at his computer screen so he removes his glasses and turns to Buck.

"Do you mind? I can't work with you watching me."

"I'm sorry I just..." Buck laughs at himself. "I really like spreadsheets."

Tommy's mind wanders back to all his failed first dates and people that never wanted to hear about his job because they didn't find it interesting.

But here's this younger man with pretty, bright eyes and a million questions.

"Do...you wanna see one of my graphs?"

Buck nods eagerly, pulling his chair closer to Tommy.

Tommy shows Buck one of his older Ground Speed data charts, explaining how he collects and analyzes the data and Buck is absorbing every word, listening intently, his eyes glistening in the blue light from his screen.

"This is so cool!" Buck praises.

"Thanks." Tommy smiles, his eyes falling onto Buck's empty cup. "Hey, can I buy you another coffee?"

"O-oh, uh..." Buck blushes. "Yeah I-I'd like that."

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Just Trying to Keep Up

for @herrmannhalsteadproduction from @typicalopposite

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bucktommy ficlet thingy: coffeeshop AU, age gap.

AU where 22yo Evan Buckley is still in Pennsylvania, (and out as bisexual already) who is barely making his way through community college but holds a steady job at a mom & pop coffee shop down on main street.

p.s. i wrote this all on my phone in one sitting so if there’s mistakes no there isn’t. enjoy.

Evan’s job is his solace, his happy place away from home ever since Maddie had stopped visiting and calling, at least not as often as she used to. It was good work, decent pay and hell he even kinda enjoyed it.

He’s working the front counter one day when the hottest, most gorgeous, the most handsome man he’s ever seen in his life steps up to order. For a moment, he’s lost his ability to speak which is how the two end up staring at each other awkwardly for a couple of seconds. He’s older. Probably a little too much older. His hair is wavy but styled neatly up top, silver peppering through his darker strands and the stubble on his face. He’s wearing a pair of glasses, perched on his perfectly sloped nose. He smiles a little and Evan is suddenly coming back to earth but not before he admires the way the lines around his eyes crinkle up like he’s sure the man has done a million times over through his life.

“Am I good to order?” He asked and Evan is laughing softly, though his face is bright red and burning as he grabs the little sharpie by the register.

“Yes, yeah. Sorry, it’s been a long day.”

“I’m sure. You’ve probably been getting a lot more traffic since Picasso’s shut down.”

Evan sighed with relief, because it’s true they’ve been swamped with a lot more busy mornings since the other coffee shop on the street closed a few weeks ago. “You have no idea.”

“Sorry to be one of those people. Starbucks is just *no* and I think I’d rather drink muddy water than go to Dunkin.”

Evan’s laughing again and the guy is smiling with amusement. “It’s fine, the more the merrier. So…what can I get you?”

“Can I get a red eye with just a small splash of whole milk?”

Evan puts it into the register and writers it down onto the cup, repeating it to himself as he did. “And a name?”

“Tommy.”

Tommy. “Tommy, got it.” Writing his name felt weirdly exhilarating. He puts a smiley face next to it for good measure before wimping out knowing he definitely was going to think about it the rest of the night and feel embarrassed about it.

He lets Tommy swipe his card to put his order through and got to work on the drink.

Listen, Evan liked his job well enough and he never really slacked off but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t being insanely meticulous making the easiest order possible for Tommy.

He topped the drink off with a small splash of whole milk just like Tommy said and brought it to the little pick-up counter. “Here you are.” Evan said as he went to set the drink down but Tommy’s grabbing it from his hand. Their fingers brush and Evan isn’t thinking about it because how juvenile would that be?

“Thank you. How late are you guys open by the way?”

Evan blinked and looked away when the bell on the door rang as another customer stepped inside. “We’re open until nine, Sir.”

“Great, thanks. Have a good day, Evan.”

That wouldn’t be the last time Evan sees Tommy. In fact he was back the next day, though with a much less intense order before he’s holing up in the corner of the shop on his laptop. In fact, Tommy becomes a new regular at the shop, either ordering his regular black coffee or something so caffeinated it makes Evan feel like he’ll start to get palpitations just making it. It just depended on the day or rather his mood.

Evan figured he must be working, hunched over his laptop, rubbing his eyes from under his glasses every so often. He wondered what he did for a job. The two didn’t get to speak often but every time they did always felt charged. It was hard to tell though, if Tommy was actually flirting back with him or if he was just being nice. Usually he never had any issues picking up what someone was putting down but Tommy. Tommy made Evan feel like he was melting into a puddle just from his mere presence. It was unlike any crush he’d ever had.

One night as Evan’s closing, he makes his rounds around the shop clearing tables, wiping them down as his coworker cleaned up the front counter. He gets to Tommy’s table where the man looks up from his laptop and checks his watch, which for some reason made Evan’s go a little insane since.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize the time.”

“It’s fine! There’s still 30 minutes ‘til we’re technically closed, just getting a head start.” Evan bit at his lip, looking down to where Tommy was packing his things up.

“Still, I might be old but I try not to be like all the other assholes who think coming in five minutes before close is totally okay to do.” Tommy chuckled softly to himself.

“Pfft, you’re not that old.” Evan scoffed, leaning on the table with a little teasing grin as Tommy zipped up his bag. He’d found out only a few weeks ago that Tommy was 40 when he’d come in and mentioned it was his birthday.

“My back would argue that.”

That made Evan laugh and Tommy gave him that look he always did, the same one he’d given him the first time they’d met.

“Well, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Uhm-!” He didn’t know why he sounded so distressed, mentally smacking himself in the face as Tommy looked up at him.

“Yes?”

“Sorry, I uh…Sorry. I don’t even know if you’re—and I’m now realizing how stupid this is.” What in the hell am I doing? He thought to himself. Was he seriously trying to ask him out? Just randomly like that with no thought behind it? “You know what, forget I even came over here.”

“Evan.”

He’d only just turned around when Tommy said it, stopping in his tracks. “Yeah?”

“Are you free this Saturday?”

That has Evan turning around so fast he’s sure to give himself whiplash. “Saturday?”

“Yeah, are you working?”

“No.” His heart is pounding in his chest.

“Would you want to get dinner with me?”

Evan felt like everything swirling around him and suddenly he very aware of his every movement, shifting his weight from one side to the other. “Like a date?”

“Like a date.” Tommy smiled and his eyes crinkled.

Evan was going to die. “Yes.” He was seriously going to die. Seriously.

“Great. Let me, hmm…” Tommy felt around and pulled a pen out from his bag and grabbed a napkin from the table. He jotted down what Evan could only assume was his number and handed it over to him. “Text me and we can work the details.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Evan started to laugh and Tommy did it again. The look. “Sorry, it’s just, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for weeks but had no clue—“

“Evan, you’re adorable.”

His face was beet red again.

“Text me, alright?”

“I will, get home safe.”

“You too.”

Evan watched Tommy leave that night and texted him the moment he was home.

One date turned into two dates. Two turned into four and four turned into eight. It’s a month into dating that Evan asked if Tommy was his boyfriend to which Tommy laughed and asked him if he wanted him to be. Of course he said yes. It’s two months into dating that Evan tells his parents he’s seeing someone, a guy, and it’s another month before they’re asking when they’ll get to meet him.

”He’s a little older…”, “Well, does he make you happy?”, “Yes.”, “Then I don’t see how a few years is anything to raise concern for.”

What Evan didn’t mention was a few years was actually eighteen. Maybe they didn’t need to know. It was probably better they didn’t actually.

It’s another month after that, four months into dating Tommy that Evan is pacing around the front door waiting for Tommy to knock on the door. It felt a little ridiculous, like he was 14 again and introducing his first girlfriend to his parents. Except this is a lot more real, a lot more serious.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Evan is quick to open the door, seeing Tommy standing there in his signature henley top, glasses perched right on his nose as always and a warm smile. The two share a quick kiss before he’s pulling Tommy inside, nervous as hell but…his parents were trying, so Evan was trying.

He walks them into the dining area where his mom is still setting the table and his dad is in the kitchen. “Uhm, mom, dad. This is Tommy.”

“Oh, it is so nice to finally meet you, we—“ Margaret had started before Phillip walked into the room, a bit stunned.

“Mr. Kinard?”

“Mr. Buckley.”

The room suddenly felt tense. Weird. His mother looking back and forth between the two before her hand is coming up to cover her mouth as she gasped.

Then, his dad turned to him, with a look he couldn’t quite discern.

“Evan. Is there a reason you’ve brought home my coworker as your boyfriend?”

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notes since a lot of details are missing: Tommy and Phillip are both teachers at the same school. Buck being Buck never thought to put two and two together. I use “Evan” because I feel like it and it’s an AU where none of the 118 is even present so 💃 I’d love to read this as an actual well thought out fanfic but I’m simply unable to force myself to write one, the idea is free reign thought for anyone who’d like to.