@dyannasdayne suggested we should do a pookie version of this, and i totally laughed when i saw it, because yes, these are our boysš¤
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@dyannasdayne suggested we should do a pookie version of this, and i totally laughed when i saw it, because yes, these are our boysš¤
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says āno eyes⦠no nose⦠no face. Donāt trust.ā To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
#she said it better than anyone i've heard
how many times do we think buck says some variation of "i'm sorry, i'm not in the mood" (with genuine remorse) before tommy realises he means sex, and not whatever little cuddle, hug, nudge, kiss tommy lays on himā¦.. because buck is used to intimacy leading to sex. tommy figuring buck just isn't a tactile person, and buck who doesn't expect intimacy without strings and would rather apologise, than risk giving a subpar performance
tommy having a long day and asking "can we just hug on the couch or something?" and the look buck gives him breaks tommy's heart a little. "just hug? that's it?" and tommy's about to like. call it off since clearly buck isn't into it but he just wants to be held so bad!! he's a tactile guy!! and buck can't relax in tommy's arms, until they reposition so buck is essentially entirely draped over tommy and tommy starts scratching his fingers through buck's hair.
buck wakes up an unknown amount of time later and just watches tommy sleep until tommy teasingly calls him a creep for watching him sleep. buck is weird and jumpy the whole rest of the night until he's at the door ready to go home (tommy was hoping he'd sleep over genuinely just to sleep but clearly something's off here) and buck hesitates on his way out and asks, "why didn't we have sex?"
"because i said i didnt want to?"
"no, you asked to cuddle which like, obviously, means sex."
and boy wouldn't that be a conversation to have because buck clearly didn't want to but still said yes? are there any other times he did that? with tommy?
oh evan buckley your relationship with your body fascinates me. i want to put him under a microscope.
LOU FERRIGNO JR RUSH: Inspired By Battlefield 1.04
911 hiAUtus - maddie leaves first
so i was poking around in the 911 HiAUtus tag (@911-hiautus) and found this prompt from @bluroux. i think it's been filled before but: two cakes??
How different would things be if Maddie was the one to leave home, work different jobs along the way, then land in LA, and Buck was the one who was initially trapped in some sort of abusive or manipulative marriage or relationship?
1.8k cake under the cut, warnings for canon-typical abuse as well as buck being groomed by his older spouse (oc) as a teenager.
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1) Maddie leaves home when she's 21 and Evan is 14. She's shocked he and their parents don't reach out to her more often; she's shocked they don't reach out to her at all, until one day when her mom calls her, frantic.
"It's Evan."
Maddie's stomach drops. "What happened?"
"You have to come home. You have to come home immediately."
"Mom! Is he sick orā"
"He'sāMaddie, he's moving to Pittsburgh."
She almost hangs up right then and there. "He's 18, Mom, he can move to Antarctica if he wants, you can't stop him."
"Maddie. He's moving withāwith his science teacher."
"⦠with Ms. Leech? She's like a hundred years old."
"With Mr. Williams," her mom corrects.
"⦠Okay, also gross, but he's still 18. He can do whatever he wants."
"Maddie, please, you have to talk some sense into him, you have to stop him from throwing his life away! You're the only one he'll listen to!" A long pause. "He wouldn't have done this if you were still here."
"Bye, Mom," Maddie says, and blocks her number.
She doesn't text Evan. Evan doesn't text her.
beanie baby dragon is crossing your dash
This is based on a real conversation I had with some random kiddo while I was jogging in my neighborhood.
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When Sal's girls were littleābefore they entered middle school and immediately turned into gremlins who are way too cool to hang out with Uncle Tommy because he doesn't know who Harper Zilmer is and therefore should hang by the neck until deadāTommy used to take them to the park across the street from their kindergarten. It's the last remaining wooden park in the greater Los Angeles area and has some of the most comfortable benches a human ass has ever sat upon.
Lately he's been trying to fit more cardio into his routine, because Lucy made a comment about him working out so much that his turnouts were starting to look like a wetsuit, and he's taken to running through that particular neighborhood. After he cools down from a run, he gets to catch his breath on one of those comfy-ass benches.
On the second day of his 72-off, he does almost seven miles in under an hourāa personal bestāand then rewards himself by heading over to the wooden park so he can drop onto a bench, close his eyes, and lose himself in The Cactus Album. He's halfway through Steppin' to the A.M. when his skin starts prickling. He's being watched.
He cracks one eye open to find a little boy in a Bluey shirt standing practically on top of Tommy's sneakers, staring with wide, oddly familiar blue eyes.
inspired by this new lou sighting
"Grey."
Buck's face heats up with embarrassment. That's not what he'd meant to say, not how he meant to greet his ex-boyfriend after not seeing him for over a year. Buck has never been smooth around Tommy. The very sight of him twists Buck's tongue and makes him stumble over his own feet like a teenager, even now. Even after everything.
Tommy raises an eyebrow, amused. Buck doesn't give him a chance to charge up whatever sarcastic comment he sees forming behind his eyes.
"Sorry, I mean, hey. Uh, hey, your- you have a lot more grey in, uh, in your beard."
It's true, to be fair. Buck can't keep his eyes off the way the silver hairs sparkle in the midmorning sunlight. He can't keep his eyes off of Tommy's face, his shoulders, his neck. There are little shaving nicks by hinge of his jaw that must be from days ago, judging by the length of his stubble. Tommy usually lets it grow while he's off-duty and shaves just before a shift. He said a clean shave was part of the uniform, always rubbed his knuckles over Buck's ever-present stubble in joking admonition. Buck wants him to do it again now, to get those strong hands on him and never let go. Except-
"And you have a toddler."
did anyone say angst? another 118 word drabble, from a prompt on this list
"Was I just a placeholder?" Tommy darts his eyes up, searching Evan's face. Sallow, drawn, lined in ways it hadn't been just a few weeks ago in that crowded bar, in Eddie's bedroom, in Eddie's sun-warm kitchen. Tommy looks away, back over the post-funeral crowd filling the ground floor of the firehouse. "What do you mean?" "I think you always had one foot out the door if you thought I was gonna leave you for Eddie. Sounds like you were the one always ready to leave." Tommy sighs. "Evanā¦" There's no answer Tommy can give. Not any good ones, at least. Evan nods decisively and raps his knuckles against the railing before backing away. "See you around, Tommy."
"I didn't meant to wake you. Go back to sleep." For bucktommy please š§”
Not this turning into the prequel to my prompt from Beans lol
Thank you for the ask ā¤ļøā¤ļø
Buck's alarm goes off too early, he feels, buzzing and blaring at 3:45 AM. He takes a moment to breathe deeply and rub his palms across his eyes, things coming slowly to him in the dark.
There's a sliver of light coming from the crack in the door of the bathroom, the sound of Tommy showering drifting toward him. Tommy must drop something, because just as Buck was slumping into himself again and his eyes were closing, a thump and quiet curse rings out.
The side of Buck's mouth quirks up, and he shakes off his exhaustion to swing himself out of the bed. He stops at Tommy's dresser to grab the pair of sweats and hoodie Tommy had left on top before bed, slipping them over his t-shirt and boxers. Hearing Tommy continue to shower and hum to himself, Buck allows himself a moment to lean his head against the bathroom doorframe and smile softly.
He pads down to the kitchen, going straight for the coffee maker to turn it on before opening the refrigerator and grabbing eggs, peppers, and cheese out.
Buck loses himself in the east motions of omelet making--mixing, chopping, pouring, flipping. He detours back to the fridge to grab creamer when the coffee finishes, and is sliding his own omelet onto a plate when Tommy's strong arms wrap around his waist.
"Hey," Tommy's quiet but steady voice says, "I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."
Buck grins, his eyes slipping closed as he leans his weight back on Tommy and lays his own hands across Tommy's.
"Mmm, and let you eat my omelet? In your dreams, Kinard."
Tommy huffs a laugh, squeezing Buck once before letting him go to shuffle over to the cabinet and grab a coffee mug for himself.
"You caught me. I just can't resist your omelets," Tommy says, wry smile in place, "no coffee for you though. I may be in for a long day but that doesn't mean you shouldn't go back to sleep after I'm gone. You just came off a rough shift, sweetheart."
Buck puts his hands up in surrender, accepting it when Tommy hands him a glass to fill from the tap.
When Buck turns around from the sink, Tommy's gotten silverware out and brought their food to the table, and normally Buck would be fine sitting across from him, but the long stretch of three weeks apart yawns ahead of them and buck grabs his normal chair to swing it around to sit practically on top of Tommy instead.
Shane saying no in response to Ilyaās sorryā¦immediately comforting him and the way Ilya rocks back and forthā¦like whenās the last time someone HELD HIMā¦.that he felt safe to show emotion in front of someone and trusts shane to see and take care of him
all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
Like to charge, reblog to cast.
Shiver
Tommy is trying to fall asleep.
Heās usually out like a light within a few minutes after going to bed, but his ribs hurt like hell, despite the painkillers he took over an hour ago. Tommy feels like his bruises have bruises, and if thereās a sleeping position his aching back doesnāt hate, he hasnāt found it yet.
Next to him, Evan is shivering. Evan rarely gets cold, and right now heās underneath the blanket next to Tommy, where he usually turns into a furnace during the night. And yet, thereās a noticeable tremble Tommy canāt ignore.
baking, or at least trying toššŖš
"I mean, it wouldn't be the first time someone's told me that." (heated rivalry 1.03)
"...This is a butt dial. Please ignore." for bucktommy please š
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"Ugh. I hate some of these CalFire guys. Absolute douchebags."
"Mhmm," Buck replies, wondering how the hell Tommy is still going after the three shifts he just had up on the front lines of this year's wildfire. "You're way better at everything then they are."
"ExACTLY, thank you, Evan! I swear they've got some twenty-one year old that can't tell a fire line from a pile of dead leaves! His drop time was way off, and the other CalFire dudes just want to act like it's not that big a deal, 'he'll learn'!"
"What, after the fire spreads to three states?"
"Yes! Yes, babe, you get it. Why aren't you here?"
Buck laughs, phone slipping slightly from where Buck had it jammed in-between his shoulder and ear, trying to get his kitchen floor mopped before heading to bed himself.
"Well," Buck drawls, grinning, "I did just get a small little promotion and started a new house a few weeks ago, so it may be a little bit of a bad idea to follow you out of the city for three weeks."
"Oh, you're right, how could I forget? I was just telling Richards--our IC for the pilots--that this wildfire is clearly homophobic if it's stopping me from continually celebrating Leutenient Evan Buckley of the LAFD 122."
Buck barks out a laugh, feeling warmth spread down to his toes.
"And she tried to say that I was homophobic for making her listen to that when she was missing her wife so much! Can you believe that, Evan?"
"Unbelievable, babe." Buck says, bending at the waist to push the mop under the table.
"Yes. So then I countered and said, 'okay but my husband saved a baby from falling out of a window the other day! What did your wife do?"
Buck's breath catches, and the phone slips from his shoulder to the floor. Tommy's exhaustion and indignation means he doesn't notice, so he's still ranting when Buck scrambles to get the phone back to his ear. He drops the mop in exchange, standing up straight and waiting for Tommy to take a breath.
"...and okay yeah your wife is a pediatric surgeon. Sure that's cool and 'extremely valuable to society' but my--"
"Your what?" Buck asks, feeling breathless.
"My IC!" Tommy repeats, and before he can fully fill his lungs to continue his rant, Buck comes in.
"No, who were you telling her about? Your what?"
Tommy's words seem to catch up with him, and a stark silence fills the space.
"...This is a butt dial. Please ignore." Tommy says quickly.
"I called you!" Buck says, laughter bubbling up. He can practically see Tommy's inflamed cheeks and shifty eyes.
"No, no, sorry. Total butt dial. My name isn't even Tommy I just found this phone. Goodbye strange man."
Buck bursts out laughing as the call ends, and immediately flips his phone down to both hands to shoot off a text.
Nothing to do but wait, he keeps mopping, finishing the kitchen and putting everything away in the closet. He sits on the couch to wait.
About 15 minutes have passed when his phone lights up with a call, not Tommy this time.
"--ow, ow OW! LUCY! Stop fuckin-get OFF ME!" Buck can here the sounds of a struggle on the other end of the call, cot springs creaking inbetween bitten off curses.
There's more scuffling sounds before Tommy's winded breathing fills the line.
"--Donato you are damaging government property right now."
"Shut the hell up, Kinard." Lucy's voice floats past, and Buck gears up to bulldoze the conversation.
"Tommy Kinard, listen up. You've got a week left of this deployment. When you come back, you're gonna take a shower, sleep for 18 hours, eat the lasagna I'm gonna make; and when all of that is over and we're sitting here on this couch, I'm gonna give you the ring I bought 6-months ago. I just picked it up today."
There's only silence on the line for a moment, and suddenly Buck is met with a wall of hoots and whistles. He realizes then that Lucy had him on speaker.
"Hell yeah!" Lucy cries, and Buck can only imagine how hard Tommy is trying to hold onto his tough guy demeanor in the middle of a wildfire barracks with his coworker sitting on him.
"...yeah, okay." Tommy says, quiet and close to the phone.
"Shows over, firefighters. You gonna get my man back to me?" Buck says, feeling bold, and there's another round of loud cheering before another scramble the get the phone. The call hangs up, but Buck doesn't mind this time. He's getting up to lock the doors and head to bed when he gets a photo from Lucy--Tommy red faced but smiling, surrounded by Lucy and everyone at the basecamp, cheering.
Iām glad that OP:
1) Figured this out.
2) Shared so others can learn from their mistake.