phd in buckley siblings studies

rose ; she/her ; sideblog (likes etc from @thingbe); 18+

[beefcakekinard]

hey it's a pinned post!

my name is rose, she/her, 30s, canada. this is my 911/bucktommy sideblog! my main is @thingbe. this blog is 18+.

here's my tag for ficlets and completed fic; here's my wip tag; & here's my ao3. you can also check out the readmore on this post for a decently thorough index of the 911 writing i've posted.

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rose's fic index

note: smaller prompt fills, text posts, and tag game responses aren't listed here, but can still all be found in my fic tag.

posted on ao3

just couldn't fall 'til we met -- bucktommy; rated T; 1,270 words

Buck and Tommy spend a quiet morning in together.

hey tomorrow -- bucktommy, madney; rated T; 2,327 words

Two scenes continued, from Maddie’s perspective: her conversation with Buck, and Tommy’s arrival at the wedding.

taste the rain on my lips -- bucktommy; rated E; 2,314 words

Buck, desire, and Tommy. Maybe sharing pleasure never looked quite like this for Buck, but consider him one hundred percent on board.

listen to the fireplace roar -- bucktommy; rated E; 3,403 words

Buck and Tommy take a vacation to a snowy cabin - and get to enjoy some alone time together.

been saving all my summers for you -- bucktommy; rated E; 22,006 words

Summer, 2009. After two years away, Tommy returns to Philadelphia, eager to resume the life he had to put on pause — but not everything, or everyone, is the same as he left them. Maddie is still his best friend, and Evan is still his best friend's younger brother, but Evan has done a lot of growing up in two years. Can Tommy say the same?

on one april morning -- bucktommy; rated T; 1,735 words

April 4th looks a little different every year.

heading straight for a fall -- saltommy; rated T; 1,156 words

Tommy goes to Sal’s to watch the game. He really wasn’t expecting to meet Sal’s daughters.

gimme your heart (make it real) -- eddiejosh; rated T; 4,919 words

Josh gets sent to therapy after a difficult call. Josh hates his therapist. Josh figures he can spend four weeks lying through his teeth to her about a boyfriend he doesn't have to get her off his back. As far as plans go, it's foolproof. Right?

tumblr shortfic & prompts

ongoing kiss prompt drabble series; rating varies

"missing them"; bucktommy; rated E

"palm kisses"; bucktommy; rated T

"falling asleep with their head in your lap + running hands through hair"; bucktommy; rated T

"kisses when they're mad + patching up a wound"; bucktommy; rated T

"pulling someone in by the waist"; bucktommy; rated E

"multiple kisses/kiss after kiss"; bucktommy; rated M

"hot and heavy"; bucktommy; rated E

phone sex; bucktommy; rated E

"tommy confronts a monster"; post-breakup bucktommy; rated T

margaret buckley has eyes; bucktommy; rated T

[spitzonthefritz]

this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that you’re always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now we’ve realised everyone’s version of “comfort” is hilariously different

[ilya-rozanova]

buck in grey sweats part 2

[emziess]

Buck 'Meep Face' Buckley 9-1-1

[dailyevanbuckley]

Oliver Stark as Evan 'Buck' Buckley 9-1-1 ~ S09 E16

[corporatebanana]

that champagne is a real pain 🍾

bucktommy - 772 - teen - texting fic, s08e11 fix-it.

Tommy totally put that champagne bottle in the freezer the morning after the hookup. The freezing point of champagne is 20°F, and freezers in the US are usually set to 0°F. Champagne is carbonated, so the bottle is under pressure, and freezing liquids expand. You're telling me that bottle didn't explode in that freezer and Buck didn't get pissed when he realized he had to clean it up?

you can read "that champagne is a real pain" on ao3 here!

i feel like im losing it every time i see someone say tommy put the champagne in buck's fridge. see fig. a:

that's a god damn freezer!! champagne (sometimes) explodes in those!! buck didn't know it was in there!! there's no way he took it out in time!!

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

How about a bucktommy scifi AU with space explorer Buck and alien Tommy? They're both fascinated and very curious to learn more about each other. Buck is totally willing to find out all the different things Tommy's rippling appendage can be used for. For science!

This is so long and gets horny af with alien Tommy, aka T'my.

1. Lieutenant Evan "Buck" Buckley of the United Galactic Coalition volunteers to go to the planet with the science team, because he misses being a member of the science team. He'd been plucked from its ranks by Cap, and now he's learning to be in charge. He'll get there one day. Hell, Chimney is about to get his own ship. Then it'll be First Officer Buckley. But until then, he wants to go out and see more than the inside of the ship. Even though he loves the ship. So Bobby gives him an okay, puts him in charge of the team, and Buck happily takes the shuttle down to the surface. It's being scouted for terraforming, because it's in a Golden Zone and has the right atmo and liquid water. Just maybe too much, there's not enough land. The tides on the surface are brutal. He lands them on the tallest point he can, which is safe from the water. And they set out.

2. Allen and Roz are scanning, Buck starts checking out the terrain and collecting samples of soil and plant life. There's bugs. Tiny, squirmy little grubs. So they can't terraform, because there's a possibility that these guys can become the next dominant lifeform. They can't interrupt the natural flow. Some captains will make exceptions on their recommendations, Bobby doesn't. But Buck goes over a hill and sees another ship in the flat area low down near the beach. He turns to tell Roz and Allen and is instead face-to-face with a largely bipedal sort of humanoid alien. They're in a suit that looks like it's made of glass or a soap bubble. They're a little taller than him, there's a head with facial features--a strong nose, a cleft at its chin, the mouth is a little wider, the eyes are so blue--and their skin is iridescent and shifting, like they can camouflage. Buck raises a hand and waves, and the alien raises an arm, and it wiggles a little. He laughs, grinning. He's never seen someone like them, has never seen anything in the database, this is first contact.

3. He tries to communicate, but the alien speaks in a low, soothing song-like voice, saying words he doesn't understand. Then it waves him toward the ship down below, and Buck scrambles to follow. They move quickly, and he sees that the legs are really just the same wiggly thing their arm is. He sees holes low on either side of the back of the head, almost like a cephalopod. The alien keeps looking back him, watching as he walks. They tilt their head and let out a low purring noise that makes Buck flush. At the ship, the alien pushes him back a little, so he dutifully waits outside while they disappear inside. They come back with a frame with more of the bubble-like material stretched over it. There's something that gets pressed, and they speak into it. Then they hold it out to Buck. "H-hi," he says, swallowing and looking into their eyes as he speaks. "This is Evan Buckley, Lieutenant of the United Galactic Coalition, representative of its people, more specifically the crew of ship One-One-Eight. It's nice to meet you." The alien presses some more things and makes a noise of distress before pressing an appendage to its own chest and saying something that sort of sounds like rain over wood. Then they touch Buck's chest and hold the tablet out. "Evan Buckley," he says this time. And it's this back and forth with them pointing at things and then saying something before holding the tablet out to Buck and him saying the word in Universal.

4. "Sir?" Roz says over comms. "Where...are you?" "I'm, uh, talking to someone. Can you go back to the ship and let Captain Nash know that I have a friendly first contact situation down here?" Buck replies. "That's an order, not a request." So the shuttle takes off, and Buck settles in for more of their name game. After a while, the alien pulls a piece of the bubble material off, and their helmet opens seamlessly before they press it to their skin. The helmet seals back up again. Then it pulls another piece off and offers it to Buck. Buck hesitates before carefully touching his gloved finger to it. The atmosphere is safe, they just keep the helmets on as protocol in case of unknown bacteria or toxins. He lowers his and presses the piece to his neck on the same spot. "That feels so weird," he says, afraid to rub his hand over it. It's like a sticker made of cling material. "It doesn't feel like anything to me," the alien says, and Buck almost slaps the wrong button to bring his helmet back up.

5. They go through the introductions again, and the alien--T'my, but the closest Buck can get is "Tommy"--laughs musically when Buck goes through the whole spiel again. "No wonder the translator didn't calibrate, do all of your kind carry such long pod names?" T'my asks. "It's my rank and the organization I work for," Buck explains, flushing. "Do you camouflage?" T'my asks, their appendage gesturing to Buck's cheek. "N-no, it's blood coming to the surface of my skin," Buck says. "Because I'm, uh, flustered? It can mean a lot of things." His comm crackles to life, and he hears Bobby, but he's cutting out bad. There's static on the line. "Sir? Please repeat, over," Buck says, frowning. "Ca--storm--nside. Not safe," Bobby says through the static. "Oh no," Buck says, dread in the pit of his stomach as he looks up and sees ominous clouds gathering. "Can we, uh, go inside? There's a storm coming in. And it looks bad." So T'my lets him into the ship, and it's so cool. He finds out the screens aren't black, his eyes just can't see what's on them. T'my has an entire HUD on their helmet that Buck can't see at all. His instruments tell him the atmosphere inside the ship is safe, so he takes off his helmet. T'my takes off their suit entirely. "Hm, it won't pass for several times," T'my says, and Buck uses his own instruments to see that it's probably going to be about six hours. So now's as good a time as any to get to know the alien. And the more they talk, the better the translation will calibrate anyway.

6. T'my's species is another two star systems away on a planet that's also mostly water. They've been sent to find inhabitable planets for their people, because there's a civil war between a tyrannical overlord and the separatist movement, of which T'my recently became a member. They were higher up in the enforcers of the overlord, but then they couldn't make themselves engage in acts of cruelty. "Yeah, I get that," Buck says softly, thinking of the groups he almost fell in with when he was world hopping in his early twenties. They left for this mission because they're unmated and without any offspring, so no one will miss them if they can't return. "That can't be true," Buck says, and they wiggle their appendages in a weird way. After talking about it, he realizes it's a shrug. Buck tells them about his own background, about his ship and its crew. Then they start learning more gestures from each other, laughing at each other when they can't recreate them properly. It's honestly kind of...fun? And nice. T'my seems lonely, so it's nice to see and hear them express joy. Instead of blushing, their skin ripples and shifts color in some spots. And when they're happy, there's ripples around their eyes like they're squinting from smiling.

7. The appendages aren't slimy. They're a little damp, like skin that's gotten too warm but hasn't started sweating, and Buck clenches his hands into fists on his thighs when T'my brushes the tip of one, which splits a little at the end like fingers, to his birthmark and asks its significance. "It's an imperfection on my skin," Buck says. "It's very nice," T'my says. "I have something like it. Camouflage cell damage." They shift and Buck sees what looks like a mark shaped like leaves. He touches it, and the skin ripples under his touch. And T'my goes from an iridescent, pale blue to a bright sky blue. They apologize for their impropriety, and Buck realizes it's something indecent. He chews on his lip before he finally just asks, "I'm asking for science purposes, but...how does your species mate?"

8. T'my tries to show him a chart, but Buck can't see it. It's just blank filmy stuff. "Well--" T'my starts, going indigo and rippling some more. "There's a--it's a vent. Here." They gesture to the space between their lower appendages, and Buck can almost spot a seam there. "And I am of the sexual morphology that can impregnate. So during mating, my vent will open and the organ will extend that allows me to fertilize. Except I don't...prefer that." And Buck's head snaps up from where he's been staring very rudely. "Like, you don't--" "I prefer the forms of other... impregnators," T'my says, and stripes appear on their appendages. "It's not well regarded in my people." "Oh, we used to be like that," Buck says. "Humans did. I like, uh, all? Any? Humans differentiate by something called gender, and I like all of them. All forms. Even some that aren't, uh, human. But by the standard of your species, I'm an... impregnator." He explains that he wears clothes to hide his sexual organs as well as protect his skin from harm and to help regulate his body temperature. "They're just...out?" T'my asks incredulously. "Yeah," Buck says, blushing. "But something similar happens. It...extends. But it's soft and just on the outside of my body the rest of the time." And T'my bends a little to where Buck gestures at his crotch. "Is that why it's rounded here?" T'my asks, and Buck is so close to it not being rounded anymore. "Y-yeah. I'm wearing, uh, something under the clothes you see. It sort of all...keeps it from moving around too much," he says. "So many protective garments," T'my says, almost sounding teasing.

9. There's a brief break when Buck feels faint and thinks he might need to eat. He has rations in his pack and eats some. T'my eats something that's sort of gelatinous. It's apparently kind of like a jellyfish, based on how they describe it. When they're done, they're on their respective seats and staring at each other. There's three hours left until the storm passes. "Fuck it," Buck says. "Do you want to see?" "Yes," T'my replies, going sky blue again. So Buck strips out of his suit and the clothes underneath. T'my runs tendrils over his tattoos and the hair on his chest and arms and legs, seemingly enchanted by everything that's being revealed. And Buck touches the damaged cells on their side again and feels how their skin isn't too dissimilar from his in feeling, just damp. And there's a firmness under the gentle give of it, like muscle. "Do you kiss?" Buck asks. "Uh, touch mouths? For pleasure?" "...no?" T'my says. So Buck shows them, pressing his lips tentatively to theirs, such as they are. And they let out a soft purr and their tongue, which is wet and slippery and thick, brushes his when Buck gently presses it to T'my's bottom lip. He moves closer and pushes his underwear off, and T'my lets out a soft trill and looks down. "Oh," T'my says, brushing his tendrils over Buck's cock. "That's...it's like this." They touch the birthmark and then Buck's lips. "Pink," Buck says, licking his lips. "Yes," T'my agrees, wrapping their tendrils around him. "It feels...hard." And Buck reaches down and touches the seam lower down on T'my's body, and they turn cerulean and let out a low, deep purr that rumbles through him. "Is that okay?" Buck asks, and they give the gesture that's like a nod. "Okay."

10. Thankfully, T'my uses a bed. It feels like it's filled with gel, which is nice and comfortable. Buck kisses and licks and teases at the vent when T'my warns him that it can take a lot of stimulation. It's like eating out a pussy, and he rubs a finger over it and gets an appendage wrapped around his wrist. "Bad?" he asks, freezing. "Taboo," T'my corrects. "But good?" Buck checks. "Yes," T'my replies, releasing his wrist. "Keep going." And he works the vent over until it starts to part, and then Buck tastes salt, like the sea. T'my reaches with their appendage to Buck's cock and explores his balls and around them and behind them, and Buck has to explain anal sex to an alien. A very intrigued alien. When he finally gets the vent open and T'my's organ extends, it's big. It outright looks like a thick, long tentacle with a hole at the tip. Buck licks and sucks it and rubs at the vent around it until T'my pulls him up and kisses him. They flip him onto his back and start using their tongue on him, finding ticklish and sensitive spots with their tongue. When they get to his cock, the tongue wraps around it. "Oh, fuck," Buck groans.

11. Buck is on his back with his knees in his armpits while he gets his ass eaten by a large alien who can milk his prostate with their tongue. It's going in his spank bank forever. He cums once that way, and T'my had already been obsessed with the precum. They lick this up and shudder. "Bad?" Buck croaks. "No, it tastes like something we have on celebration days," T'my says, rubbing their tendrils over his hole. "Oh, good, my jizz tastes like champagne," he says. "Or frosting. That's new. Oh, fuck, I need you to get inside me." He reaches down and grabs T'my's sexual organ. "With this." And they have to improvise with the slick stuff around T'my's vent, and Buck not bringing a condom was stupid but how was he to know? T'my works him open with his tendrils and then part of an appendage, and Buck realizes he's basically being fisted by an alien. He sucks on the tendrils of the other arm, and T'my makes purring and cooing noises at him, so it must be good. When they enter him, Buck feels it so deep that he can barely move. So he lays there and takes it and sucks more on the tendrils until T'my presses the others in. "So greedy, little Human," T'my chides as they stroke all the way back to his throat, and Buck should warn them that most humans have gag reflexes. Later, though.

12. It turns out T'my's kind cum a lot, and Buck feels bloated with it. He still manages to get it up again and work the head of his cock into the vent just under T'my's organ where there's the smallest amount of space. It's like docking, he guesses, and T'my thrashes under him and lets out more rumbling noises and there's a rush of slickness and then a little less cum than what was put inside Buck. They push an appendage inside him and milk his next orgasm out of him, licking it up eagerly. They're both a fucking mess by the end. There's a bathing system, but it's more of a mist. "I don't usually get this filthy," T'my says wryly, wiping Buck down with something that kind of feels like if a towel was made out of seaweed.

13. The storm takes nine hours to pass in total. When it does, Buck is dressed again, and T'my is in their atmo suit again. They wait idly near the landing site for the shuttle, and Bobby comes out. "Hey, welcome to the future site of the K'n'rd Separatist Colony," Buck says, grinning, and Tommy turns pleasantly lavender at the declaration. "This is T'my, and we're going to be helping them escort their asylum seeking kin to their new home." "Oh, are we?" Bobby says mildly. "Do they know that?" "Oh, they can understand us. I can understand them," he says, holding out a hand for a new translation implant. With some convincing, Bobby lets Buck put it on his skin. "Hi, I'm Captain Bobby Nash," he says. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain," T'my says, holding out an appendage. Buck had explained handshakes to them. And Bobby shakes it, looking amused. Then Buck does a greeting gesture, and Bobby copies it. "Evan has been very...helpful in our unexpected diplomatic meeting," T'my says. "Has he?" Bobby asks, looking pleasantly surprised. Buck explains that their ship doesn't have any fuel anymore. This was a last ditch effort to find something and send a signal back so their people could find a way there. "It would fit in the shuttle bay, we can figure out how to interface the systems," Buck points out. "And they can stay onboard. As a guest." "Where, exactly?" Bobby asks softly as they watch T'my set the shuttle up for pickup by their tractor beam. "My quarters," Buck says nonchalantly. "Uh-huh," Bobby says, giving him a once-over. "Fantastic, go see Hen when we get back onboard. You didn't get them pregnant, did you?" "They can't get pregnant," Buck says without any shame, because T'my is looking at him and turning a pale green. It's a good color, apparently. And the ripples appear around their eyes. Joy.

[beefcakekinard]

Potential AU - Knight Tommy who’s been left for dead by Gerard in the woods and the Fae named Evan who comes along to save the handsome man in his glenn

oooh yes this is fun!! note i know next to zero fae folklore so i just made up a bunch of stuff. also, my apologies; i couldn't fit in gerrard in a way i found satisfying!

(1) Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, in a shaded clearing of an ancient forest, there lived a fae by the name of Evan.

Evan was tall, like a young oak. Evan was fair, like a warm summer afternoon. And from above Evan's eye, petals tumbled, and pooled like spilled wine at his feet.

Evan loved his glade. He loved the grass that shivered dew at the first rays of the morning sun. He loved the tickle of rain on the earth. But most of all, he loved the creatures that lived within — from the ant-hearth burrowed at its centre to the worms that ungulated below. And as he grew older, and the bounds of his glade widened, he marvelled at the visits he received from larger things: a doe and her child. A hawk in pursuit of a mouse. Even, once, at the first breath of spring, a bear lumbering its way to the river.

One midsummer's day, he was visited by the strangest creature of all.

-

(2) "Do you mean me harm?" Evan asked the man collapsed at the edge of his glade, clad in scarred and dented armour.

"I do not," the man said, "on my oath as a knight."

"A knight!" Evan exclaimed. "I know of knights. You are revered amongst men."

The knight laughed, then began to cough. "No, no, not I," he said. "Please, ser, I beg for your mercy. I cannot go on. Would you do me one final kindness, and turn my head so that I may face the sun?"

"Of course, Sir Knight," was Evan's reply. With ease, he pulled the man to the centre of his glade, where the sun shone brightest.

-

(3) "Sir Knight," Evan said, "how did you find my glade?"

"In the distance, I spotted the glow of sunshine," the knight said.

"You couldn't have."

"I swear it. I came-" The knight coughed. "I came into the forest. I saw- I saw a flower. Then sunshine." The knight coughed and coughed. His body writhed with the force of it. It broke with the knight's gasping breath and he settled again. "I have not long, ser. Will you address me as a friend, so that I do not end this journey among strangers?"

"I know not how your friends address you, Sir Knight."

"They call me Tommy."

"Then I shall call you Tommy." Evan knelt beside the man's head. "And as my friend, you shall call me Evan."

"Evan..." Tommy whispered. He breathed loudly, a sound like leaves shuddering in the wind, but his voice was warm.

-

(4) "Evan, Evan..." Tommy sighed. "You have treated me with kindness."

"You are my friend."

Tommy chuckled. It sounded wet. A footstep in thick mud. "I thank you, my friend, though I ask one more-" he coughed- "one more imposition."

"Ask it."

"Will you remove my helm, that I may better see your face?"

Evan reached for it. At the very touch of his finger, it dissipated, its metal called back to the earth. Unable to help his own curiosity, Evan trailed his hands over the rest of Tommy's armour. He was a fine man, to Evan's eye; tall like a young oak, and fair like a crisp winter morning. Blood seeped from a wound in his chest and spilt freely from his mouth.

"What has befallen you?" Evan asked, cupping Tommy's face with his hand. This close, Evan's petals brushed Tommy's cheek as they fell to the ground. Tommy stared up at him with a look of wonder.

"I-" Tommy shuddered and wheezed. "You're so- so beautiful, I'm g-glad..." His whole body lurched with a hacking cough that splattered blood up Evan's arm. When the fit passed, he said no more and took a shallow, ragged breath.

Evan leaned down and, gently as a butterfly alighting to a flower, pressed a kiss to Tommy's slackening mouth.

Upon Evan's brow, a red rose burst into bloom.

-

(5) In a land far, far away, at the centre of a grand meadow in an ancient forest, there rises a mighty yew.

They say that once a year, when midsummer's sun is highest, if you stand very, very still and listen very, very closely, you can hear two voices intertwined in laughter.

[molabuddy]

having long distance friends is so fucked. do you wanna come over to my house and play (it will cost us 1 william dollars)

[lovergirlmp3]

guys. i really like you. it's nice to be on this dashboard together

[tacticaljorts]

every piece of media would be better with a butch in it

[beefcakekinard]

Potential AU - Knight Tommy who’s been left for dead by Gerard in the woods and the Fae named Evan who comes along to save the handsome man in his glenn

oooh yes this is fun!! note i know next to zero fae folklore so i just made up a bunch of stuff. also, my apologies; i couldn't fit in gerrard in a way i found satisfying!

(1) Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, in a shaded clearing of an ancient forest, there lived a fae by the name of Evan.

Evan was tall, like a young oak. Evan was fair, like a warm summer afternoon. And from above Evan's eye, petals tumbled, and pooled like spilled wine at his feet.

Evan loved his glade. He loved the grass that shivered dew at the first rays of the morning sun. He loved the tickle of rain on the earth. But most of all, he loved the creatures that lived within — from the ant-hearth burrowed at its centre to the worms that ungulated below. And as he grew older, and the bounds of his glade widened, he marvelled at the visits he received from larger things: a doe and her child. A hawk in pursuit of a mouse. Even, once, at the first breath of spring, a bear lumbering its way to the river.

One midsummer's day, he was visited by the strangest creature of all.

-

(2) "Do you mean me harm?" Evan asked the man collapsed at the edge of his glade, clad in scarred and dented armour.

"I do not," the man said, "on my oath as a knight."

"A knight!" Evan exclaimed. "I know of knights. You are revered amongst men."

The knight laughed, then began to cough. "No, no, not I," he said. "Please, ser, I beg for your mercy. I cannot go on. Would you do me one final kindness, and turn my head so that I may face the sun?"

"Of course, Sir Knight," was Evan's reply. With ease, he pulled the man to the centre of his glade, where the sun shone brightest.

-

(3) "Sir Knight," Evan said, "how did you find my glade?"

"In the distance, I spotted the glow of sunshine," the knight said.

"You couldn't have."

"I swear it. I came-" The knight coughed. "I came into the forest. I saw- I saw a flower. Then sunshine." The knight coughed and coughed. His body writhed with the force of it. It broke with the knight's gasping breath and he settled again. "I have not long, ser. Will you address me as a friend, so that I do not end this journey among strangers?"

"I know not how your friends address you, Sir Knight."

"They call me Tommy."

"Then I shall call you Tommy." Evan knelt beside the man's head. "And as my friend, you shall call me Evan."

"Evan..." Tommy whispered. He breathed loudly, a sound like leaves shuddering in the wind, but his voice was warm.

-

(4) "Evan, Evan..." Tommy sighed. "You have treated me with kindness."

"You are my friend."

Tommy chuckled. It sounded wet. A footstep in thick mud. "I thank you, my friend, though I ask one more-" he coughed- "one more imposition."

"Ask it."

"Will you remove my helm, that I may better see your face?"

Evan reached for it. At the very touch of his finger, it dissipated, its metal called back to the earth. Unable to help his own curiosity, Evan trailed his hands over the rest of Tommy's armour. He was a fine man, to Evan's eye; tall like a young oak, and fair like a crisp winter morning. Blood seeped from a wound in his chest and spilt freely from his mouth.

"What has befallen you?" Evan asked, cupping Tommy's face with his hand. This close, Evan's petals brushed Tommy's cheek as they fell to the ground. Tommy stared up at him with a look of wonder.

"I-" Tommy shuddered and wheezed. "You're so- so beautiful, I'm g-glad..." His whole body lurched with a hacking cough that splattered blood up Evan's arm. When the fit passed, he said no more and took a shallow, ragged breath.

Evan leaned down and, gently as a butterfly alighting to a flower, pressed a kiss to Tommy's slackening mouth.

Upon Evan's brow, a red rose burst into bloom.

-

(5) In a land far, far away, at the centre of a grand meadow in an ancient forest, there rises a mighty yew.

They say that once a year, when midsummer's sun is highest, if you stand very, very still and listen very, very closely, you can hear two voices intertwined in laughter.

[beefcakekinard]

now that i have her -> 🫩 <- i can't live without her

[siratonin]

"You know, I mean, I'm an ally. Every Pride Month, I put a rainbow on my Instagram. I'm, you know..." "Oh. That's good." Random BuckTommy moments 4/-

[sad-girl-hours23]

[uservik]

911 + text posts (9/∞)

[leashybebes]

If you're still playing with the Five Facts AU: what if Tommy had eventually gotten married and moved away, but a few years later he gets divorced and returns to LA to be Captain of the Harbor Station, and he and Buck reconnect outside of work?

this is...so many more than five facts. (i think it's 15.) and doesn't entirely stick to your prompt, sorry. you get captain buck rather than captain tommy. also featuring theo in case that's not your jam.

Tommy doesn't know what it says about him that the whirlwind relationship that led to a courthouse marriage and moving a thousand miles away from everything he knows only to have it end in divorce four years later is the best relationship he's ever had.

Jack remains the best friend he has, and they talk on the phone at least once a week when Tommy decides that without Jack as a trade off, he can't deal with the weather in Tacoma any longer.

Part of the reason they still talk so much is Tommy's step daughter, Olivia. She was 17 when Tommy came into her life, didn't really need a step dad as such, but they bonded over cars and music and their general "bitchy little attitudes" (Jack's words. Not incorrect.)

Tommy toys with the idea of rejoining the LAFD when he's planning his move back to LA, but decides against it eventually. He's been out of the fire department for enough years that he's gotten used to not doing shift work, and now staring down the barrel of the big 5-0, he has no desire to go back to it. He does helicopter tours and gives flying lessons and once in a while he gets asked to swing by Harbor and talk to new recruits. It's a good life.

He's been back in LA for eighteen months when he gets a phone call from Liv. The first few seconds are just screaming, and he'd be freaked out if he couldn't hear Jack laughing in the background. Turns out she's been accepted to the MA in Education at UCLA.

It only makes sense that she stays with him. She already has a room at his place from the times she's visited, and they miss each other. They don't live in each other's pockets because Liv is gregarious in the same way her dad is, and she makes friends easily. She's also incredibly dedicated to her studies, already has an eye on the PhD program, and she picks up work as a tutor. Tommy is amazed by her on a daily basis.

Tommy gets home from a flight one morning to find Liv on the phone at the kitchen table. "Oh, he's just come in," she says. "Hey, pops, my 4pm has a kitchen disaster. Can I have my tutoring session here?" He says yes, of course, and they spend the next hour kid-proofing the kitchen. "His dad's a little protective," she says as they Macgyver child locks for the cabinets out of stuff Tommy finds in the garage. "You okay if he hangs out here while we have the session?" Tommy says yes, of course, asks Liv if he needs to make himself scarce. She shrugs and says no, she just needs the kitchen to herself and the dad can hang out in the den.

Tommy has a car to work on anyway, so he squirrels himself away in the garage. He hears the doorbell ring, hears Liv talking to a man and a little boy, doesn't think anything of it. Until he fucks up with a screwdriver and cuts his hand. It's not bad enough for stitches, but it does need a bandaid, and that's how he realises he needs to restock the first aid kit in the garage. There's another one in the den, so he figures he can duck in and duck out again.

He ducks in, but ducking out becomes an impossibility when he walks into the den and sees Evan Buckley on his couch, drinking a glass of water and scrolling on his phone. He looks up and his eyes go wide and he says, "Tommy?" Tommy's first ridiculous thought is that the years look good on him. The handful of greys at his temple have spread, he's simultaneously bigger and softer than Tommy remembers, and the lines on his face suit him.

One thing that hasn't changed: his ability to info dump at somewhere around the speed of sound. So Tommy gets updated in between Evan insisting of tending to Tommy's (incredibly minor) wound. Evan's the captain of the 129, he has a dog called Walter, a cat called Pickle, and a son called Theo. They have matching ADHD diagnoses, and it's been a wild few years, the best of his life but oh my god, Tommy, kids are so tiring, Evan wouldn't trade Theo for the world but god he's so tired all the time, although that might just be getting old and wait, how does Tommy know Liv? Wait, wait, Liv said this was her step dad's house!

So Tommy gets to do an info dump of his own, a little more restrained than Evan's, boiling down to: met a guy, fell in love, moved to Washington, got divorced, moved back.

When the kitchen door opens, they've been talking for a solid half hour, and Tommy thinks they would have carried on talking all night if a short curly-haired whirlwind didn't launch itself into the room, already talking at a mile a minute about what he learned with Liv, only to freeze when he sees Tommy and demand to know who he is. Oh that is one hundred percent Evan Buckley's kid, Tommy thinks as he says, "I'm Liv's step dad" at the same time as Evan says, "This is my friend, Tommy." Theo frowns like the discrepancy has personally offended him but then shrugs and says, "I like your house. Buck! Ice cream! You promised!"

Evan slaps his hands on his thighs and says, "I did promise. Uh. Liv has my number. If, um. If you wanted to call me. For...for coffee? Something?" "Yeah," Tommy says. "Yeah, I'll do that. I'm - it was really good to - " "It was so good to see you," Evan interrupts. "Please call." "I will," Tommy promises. "I definitely will."

First he has to let Liv give him the runaround, claiming client confidentiality until he caves and a) gets takeout for dinner and b) tells her a little of how he knows Theo's dad.

They meet for coffee. To begin with.