god i hope so

911 sideblog. NOT spoiler or spec free. likes/follows from @agentpeggycartering

[buckleyskinards]

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hello, this is a sideblog. likes and follows will come from my main @agentpeggycartering! All of my fic writing is also on my main and my ao3

this is both a 911 and 911 lone star blog

this blog is NOT spoiler free and will at times be critical and negative

despite that, 911 and lone star are my favorite shows

[kodzuken]

smiley evan buckley 🥰 (1/?)

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star fashion -> every paul outfit

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[capitalnineteen]

bucktommy + Kiss on the forehead please and thank you 🙏

Thanks, Beans! This is what came to mind for this. We're calling it an AU, okay? A wipe-away-season-nine AU. <3

“We’re here,” Tommy said as he cut the engine. Evan hadn’t been asleep but he hadn’t exactly been present, either. Which was why Tommy had driven him home. From Tommy’s passenger seat, he stirred. “Hmm?” He sat up and looked out the windshield, seeming not to recognize Eddie’s place. Or, well, his own place. He blinked a few times. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. Okay. Thanks.”

“Would you rather-?” Tommy hadn’t wanted to assume he should take Evan to his place and Evan hadn’t offered up any suggestions.

“No. This is fine. Thank you.” Evan unbuckled his belt and reached for one of the hats sitting between them. “Which…?”

“Um… Well, we both have pretty big heads…” Tommy put one one then the other. “This one, I think.” He passed one of the formal uniform hats over and Evan held it in his lap, not moving.

“Come on. Let’s get you inside and you can change into something…” ‘more comfortable’ felt wrong to say but ‘less funereal’ was definitely not the right thing to say.

“Uh… Can I…” Evan sighed, turning the hat around and around in his hands. “Would you…”

“Anything you need,” Tommy answered immediately.

“It’s just… Eddie’s staying here and…”

“Where do you want to go? Maddie’s…? Or…?” 

“Can I…” Evan ducked his head. “I just… I don’t want to… talk to anyone.”

“Evan? Can I take you back to my place?”

The tension bled out of Evan’s frame. “Thanks. I just…”

“Do you want to grab clothes or anything?”

Evan studied the house for a moment then shook his head. “No. I… don’t really feel like going in.”

Tommy started the car again. “Okay, but no complaints about cold ankles when you borrow my sweats.”

Tilting his head Evan asked, “You won’t loan me socks?”

“I could be persuaded,” Tommy said, putting the truck into reverse.

Half an hour later they pulled up to Tommy’s place with a bag of burgers and fries.

Inside, they both stripped away pieces of their dress uniform and dumped them in a heap. 

“I’ll grab drinks,” Tommy said. “You know where my stuff is. Grab whatever you want.”

Tommy stayed in the kitchen longer than necessary, putting ice in glasses, getting paper towels and folding them into napkins despite the fact there was a stack of them in the bag of fast food. 

“I helped myself to your socks, too,” Evan said. 

“Good.” Tommy studied him, trying not to smile at seeing Evan in his sweats. “Here. Take the drinks in and I’ll go change.”

Leaving Evan with the drinks and food and remote control, Tommy called, “Find something to watch, be right back.” 

In his room he found the rest of Evan’s dress uniform folded on his dresser. Tommy ran his hand over the fabric before turning to find his own clothes to change into. He hung his uniform pants and dress shirt, mostly just to make it easier for Evan to find his own items later.

Then he pulled sheets and blankets out and set them next to Evan’s clothes. He’d offer him the bed with fresh linens and he’d sleep on the couch. Or…

Tommy shook his head. This wasn’t the day to think about that. 

He returned to the living room and found Evan curled on the couch under the blanket he must have remembered Tommy kept in the ottoman. The remote was in his hand, nothing yet selected.

And he was asleep. 

Tommy watched him, his chest feeling both too full and desiccated at the same time. He had everything. And nothing.

But today wasn’t the day to think about that.

He gently pulled the remote from Evan’s hand and turned off the television. He’d take the food to the kitchen, eat his own burger, and then go to his room and maybe leave the door open in case Evan woke up later.

But first.

He made sure the blanket was covering Evan’s legs well enough - his injured leg seemed to run a little colder - and then, unable to stop himself, leaned in and brushed a kiss on Evan’s forehead. Evan stirred slightly then settled again.

“Sleep,” Tommy murmured. “I’ll be here.”

[angels-all-sin]

#in buck’s first transformative relationship, he’s hesitant, because he thinks that he’ll easily end up hurting his partner #but they don’t believe that will happen #in buck’s second transformative relationship, he jumps in head first, but is more comfortable than he’s ever been, so he hasn’t fathomed a world where he could end up hurting his partner #but they have

[agentpeggycartering]

Buck's favorite book growing up was Matilda. He felt so seen in the pages of that book, even if everyone told him he wasn't smart like she was. He hoped one day that he, too, would get exceptional powers, and be able to leave his parents behind. Until then he lost himself in the pages of the book.

He borrowed the book from the library so many times that one day when he went to check it out for the sixth time in a row, the library stopped him and handed him his own copy. "Here, Evan, I noticed you really like this book, but we have to let the other children have a chance to read it, too." And not only does she give him a brand new copy of the book, but also a sticker from him to place inside of it that says 'this book belongs to' and a space for him to put his name, so that if it ever gets lost it can find it's way back to him.

That brand new copy becomes one of his most treasured possessions. It gets worn out over the years, becoming taped, tattered, and even stained in a few places from fingers covered in melted chocolate. The cover fell off and was taped back on by the very same librarian who gave it to him. She taught him how to fix the book, when it became clear that he didn't want a new copy, he wanted this one. (And he was so sorry that it had gotten so worn out, Miss Karen, please don't be mad. And she smiled and told him not to worry, Evan, it was just the sign of a well loved book, and she showed him all the library books that she was repairing. See, even library books get worn out.) Over the years the book gains a healthy amount of tape on the spine and loses the back cover entirely.

But never, not once, does Buck ever think of replacing the book with a new copy, and it travels all across the country, and to Peru, with him, wrapped in a t-shirt and tucked safely in his bag.

[louferrignojrofficial]

tim watched resisting roots where lou was put in these cut off tops and immediately said i need him.

[imtheiliad]

it hasn’t been that long! ⤷ for @thebuckley-hans

[image description: 3 large gifs from season 6 episode 16 of 911. gif 1: Bobby hugs Maddie looking frantically at an off screen Chimney. gif 2: Maddie looks at him playfully and curious. gif 3: Bobby raises his hands before he heads out of his office to give them a minute. /end ID]

[evanbuckleydaily]

911 HIATUS REWATCH One Scene Per Episode - 'Let Go'

[skodasforge]

At the risk of getting myself mad again, it is kind of wild that the 911 program on the American Broadcast Channel created an entire episode where the character whose most defining line is “love me anyway” got loved anyway and it was just setup to make the guy who loved him anyway that whole episode walk out the door and then for the next 2 seasons, he’s, like, barely tolerated by the people around him.

[kitty-tommykinarddefender]

Love him anyway

Insp. Post here.

[frogsinflannel]

you're so thrilling and I'm so willing to care for you // T // 9-1-1 bucktommy // 2630 words // written for @letsdosciencetoit for the 9-1-1 Hiatus exchange

Summary:

Tommy Kinard has a beloved cat named Goose. He's intelligent, with a fluffy orange coat and a regal demeanor. He's also possessed by a spirit of malevolence who causes as much trouble as possible and hates everyone but Tommy.

So when he has to go for a visit to the vet's, it's no surprise that things get a little chaotic. Luckily, the new vet - a Dr. Evan Buckley - is there to see him. It doesn't hurt that he's used to troublesome pets, and it really doesn't hurt that he's one of the most handsome men Tommy has ever seen.

Excerpt:

An air of dark menace emanates from the passenger seat, outsized compared to the tiny creature it's coming from. Tommy sighs and shuts the door of his truck, winding around to the passenger side to pick up the carrier. The cat inside glares daggers at him as he lifts it off the seat. "Wanna calm down, buddy?" he asks. The cat, an older orange tabby named Goose, hisses at him in response. "You're already sick," Tommy murmurs down towards the carrier. "The least you can do is have some dignity about it."

Goose lets out a soft, ill-tempered myerrp from the depths of his carrier. A fluffy tail bats at the mesh door.

READ @ AO3

[louferrignojrofficial]

TOMMY KINARD + outfits — 8x05

[guardian-angle22]

911: LONE STAR | Season 4, Episode 12: Swipe Left ▸Original Air Date: April 11, 2023 ▸Episode Synopsis: “When she discovers her former fiancé is having a baby, the 126 help Marjan enter the dating world. The team is called to the rescue when a pregnant woman takes her anger out at a motel where she suspects her husband is cheating.”

[sophsun1]

OLIVER STARK as Evan 'Buck' Buckley

9-1-1 – 8.17: Don't Drink the Water

[nosecrinklewrites]

Part One

Read part two on AO3(!) or here:

Tommy was less nervous the second time. About fifty-fifty nervous and excited, if Buck were to guess. He took a moment to lean back against the front door again. Buck was in his chair, at the head of the table, like last time, except further out from the table.

They watched each other for a long, silent moment.

”Take off your shoes and crawl to me.”

He was a fast learner. Tommy wore sneakers this time. He toed them off and placed them to the side, out of the way, then got on his hands and knees. He crawled across the wooden floor, then sat at Buck's feet.

Buck smiled down at him. He didn't have the instincts down yet. It took effort to demand instead of suggest. He held out his hand, palm up.

Tommy looked at the offered hand, then leaned forward. His chin fit perfectly in the palm of Buck's hand. Buck brushed his thumb over the hinge of Tommy's jaw.

”You said you wanted to use your mouth. Is that still the case?”

”Yes,” Tommy said.

Their messages hadn't been very detailed. Tommy had a hard time asking for what he wanted, although Buck had a feeling it was more than that. Tommy's desire wasn't clear to him. Buck remembered what that felt like, being too inexperienced to know what he wanted, but knowing he wanted something so bad, he could hardly stand it.

Buck hadn't planned as extensively as he had last time. He had a feeling Tommy might enjoy a more animal approach.

He used his free hand to pull Tommy's face into his lap. Last time it was a suggestion, this time it wasn't. Tommy went willingly all the same. The sweatpants Buck wore tonight weren't as nice, but the fabric was thinner and he wanted to feel Tommy's breath on his thighs.

Tommy snuffled and breathed heavily, like he did before, nosing along the length of Buck's dick. Buck had tried to time it, so his meds gave him a bigger window to play with. He could probably go twice in one night, but he hadn't tried, so he wasn't certain. He hadn't put a time limit on it, but Tommy had left pretty fast the previous time.

Buck was hoping it would play out in his favour. He liked Tommy, but he was still a man. Between his meds and the lack of attraction, hopefully he could stay hard for as long as he needed to. If not, he had a backup plan.

He had a feeling the backup plan might make Tommy cry, but hopefully he could save that for a later time.

Buck stroked Tommy's hair with both of his hands. The strands were silky smooth under his fingers.

”You can use your hands.”

Tommy's arms came up between his legs, to rest on Buck's thighs, but he didn't use his hands for anything. Buck had a weighted blanket somewhere. It was nice for naps, but it was cumbersome, so he hadn't used it much. The weight of Tommy's arms bearing down on his legs felt better than ten weighted blankets.

Buck leaned his head back. Being present in his body had been difficult as of late. Sometimes he was too present, sometimes he wasn't present at all. It was hard not to zero in on the pain and get lost in it. Right now, the only thing he could feel was his feet on the floor, pulled down by the weight of Tommy's body.

Buck imagined Tommy didn't feel dissimilar to a big dog, nose to the dick included. Buck understood the drive. He went more than a little stupid when a pussy was involved.

Buck scritched the shorter hair at Tommy's nape, to feel the follicles stand on end. He eyes roamed over the shape of Tommy's shoulders. The musculature was impressive. He dipped his fingers down the back of Tommy's collar. He was a little sweaty, but not uncomfortably so. The sweat wasn't tacky enough to stick him in place, nor slick enough for him to slip slide around.

Buck sighed softly. This was exactly what intrigued him about being a dom. Going slow and really considering what he wanted. The calm confidence. In every aspect of his life, Buck was always going going going. He wondered if he could do this and find pleasure in it.

Tommy made it easy. He was clearly excited, but there was a calm to it. When Buck fell head first into the pursuit of a sex life, he had been anything but slow. Not until a girlfriend had given him a stern talking to, saying he was bad at giving head. He'd been angry at first, but when she explained the speed was the problem, not the skill, he'd calmed down. He'd still been impatient, but he'd gotten a taste of the scenic route.

Buck sat forward, careful not to dislodge Tommy's head from his lap, and stuck both hands down the back of Tommy's shirt. He spread his fingers wide, feeling Tommy's ribs through his skin.

”Question.”

Tommy made an unhappy little sound.

Buck sat back up. ”You want to suck me off here, or in my bed? Or couch, I guess. Don't say couch.” The chair wasn't comfortable, but Tommy seemed to enjoy it, so he was willing to endure, if it made Tommy happy.

He felt Tommy huff through his sweats. He didn't bother to raise his head, just tilted his mouth away from Buck's dick. ”Bed is better for you leg, right?”

”Probably,” Buck said easily, not committed to either.

Tommy made sure Buck knew he was unhappy about relocating, by making as many noises as possible, while he got to his feet. Tommy wiggled his toes for a moment, waiting for the blood to circulate a couple of times, before offering his hands.

The trek from the chair to the bed went just as smoothly as last time. If Tommy had been in charge of him those first few days after he got home, he had a feeling he would've cried less. The careful way Tommy swung Buck's legs up onto the bed, had his chest clenching.

He put his arms out to the side in offering. ”I am your canvas, but I'm gonna need a few words, so I know where we're going. You can pout if it helps.”

Tommy did a thing with his eyebrows instead of pouting, but the effect was pretty much the same. He took off his overshirt and folded it, just to delay having to speak for a precious few seconds more.

With a determined look on his face, Tommy stumbled through a mess of a sentence. ”I want to. With my mouth. But also just … touch. You.”

”That almost made sense.”

Tommy climbed onto the end of the bed, kneeled and curled up like a pill bug. ”Can we just do the thing? Please?” he said into his knees.

He already had a pretty good idea, but Buck was dying to get a better taste of Tommy's personality. ”What thing?”

Tommy took a heaving breath. ”I want to touch your body.”

”OK, we can do that.” Tommy's head snapped up. He squinted suspiciously. Buck agreed too easily. ”You want me naked for that or do the clothes make it hotter?” Buck asked.

”Naked.”

”I've got the top half,” Buck said and pulled off his shirt. He gestured to his legs, ”This is all you.”

He didn't have to say it twice. Tommy snapped into motion, pulling off his socks first, then his sweatpants, and his boxer briefs. He was careful not to touch Buck's bad leg more than he needed to.

Observing Tommy's attraction was something else. The way his eyes lingered and roamed over Buck's body was kind of incredible to watch. Tommy's hand went up his good leg, fingertips digging into the most hairy parts of Buck's skin. Tommy hadn't said, but it was implied that he'd been with women in the past. Buck wondered if it was a new discovery, or if he'd known for a long time. The way Tommy looked at him, it didn't feel new. The hesitance in Tommy's actions felt like he'd known for a while and was finally letting himself have it.

Buck would be the first to admit that he didn't know that much about being gay, but if this was how Tommy looked at men, Buck had a hard time understanding why he'd ever looked at anything else.

Tommy gently urged Buck's thigh to the side. Buck did the same with the other leg, to open himself up for Tommy's eyes.

Tommy's neck and ears were flushed bright red. He got down on his arms and leaned in close. Maybe Buck should have felt embarrassed or self-concious about being looked at so closely, but he didn't. It felt like he was giving something to Tommy. It was right there, so he couldn't help putting his fingers in Tommy's hair.

Tommy looked up in question, but Buck shook his head. ”Keep going.”

Buck was getting used to his erection flagging at inopportune moments, but as Tommy's warm hand came up, along his inner thigh, he got little lightheaded, he got hard so fast. Tommy's fingers explored his body, up between his legs, along where his balls attached to his body, around the root of his dick; all the places no one paid attention to.

He jumped a little, when Tommy touched his hole, brief as it was. The blatant curiousity was endearing as hell. His taint was next, then balls, then dick. Tommy stroked him lightly a few times, before asking, ”I have to use a condom if I want to use my mouth, right?”

Buck wanted to say no, wanted to tell Tommy to drool on him, but that wouldn't be professional or safe. He reached for one of the condoms he'd put out earlier, and handed it to him.

Tommy didn't drop it this time. He put it on with the same intensity. Buck was pretty sure no one had ever rolled on a condom with that much attention to application before. The empty wrapper went in Tommy's pocket.

Tommy looked at his dick for an unnerving amount of time. ”Do I have to get you off?”

Buck blinked. ”What?”

”What if … What if I just wanted to play around or whatever. Would that be OK?”

”Sure.” Buck didn't know what else to say. He was getting paid, technically, so he was offering a service, and as the customer, Tommy could choose what he wanted to do. But Buck was also supposed to be the dom in the scenario, and it was his body, so maybe he should have more of a say than Tommy.

He looked at Tommy and the little crease between his eyebrows. He would do it for free. There was no point of lying to himself, he would do it for free – whatever this was. Obviously it was sex, but it was a little creative, and not in a bad way.

Buck got lost in his thoughts and missed the part where Tommy put his dick in his mouth. ”Oh, fuck,” he muttered. Tommy's mouth was scorching.

The play around thing made sense now. Tommy wasn't doing it with a goal in mind, it was just another part of his exploration. Nothing he did was consistent. He was trying different depths, different amounts of suction, and when he wasn't doing that, he was seemingly just testing what Buck's dick felt like in his mouth.

It was kind of hot, just being a tool for Tommy's curiousity.

When Tommy pulled off, Buck was breathing hard. I'm the dom, Buck told himself.

”You want to know what it feels like when I come in your mouth?”

Tommy looked at him for way too long, mouth open and wet. ”I do.”

He'd given him free rein up until now, but Buck was the one to guide Tommy's face back down. Once he was back in the heat of Tommy's mouth, he curled his fingers around the nape of his neck; not pushing, but present. For the first time, Tommy moved with intent.

Maybe the condom was disappointing from Tommy's point of view, but Buck hardly felt it when he came. Tommy's hand came up, right at the last second, and cupped his balls, feeling them pull up.

Buck laughed through the last strings of his orgasm, and scritched through Tommy's hair, like an unruly pet.

”God, that was good.”

He tried, but Tommy couldn't hide the way he was beaming. He wiped the sides of his mouth with the back of his hand. ”You can be honest.”

”I am! Listen, I'm not gonna name drop, but I've been puked on. I know what a bad one feels like, and this was not that.”

Tommy wrinkled his nose.

”Dude, I promise. If this was your first time, you're going to be amazing in no time.” He grabbed the wet wipes and waved them. ”You wanna do the honours?” Of course Tommy wanted to clean him up. He did it with the same focus as he did everything else. ”What about you?”

”Me what?” Tommy asked.

”How do you want to come? If you want to come.” Suddenly restless, Buck wiggled his feet back and forth.

Tommy shifted. ”What can I ask for?”

”What do you want, Tommy?”

He got a little huffy, but got up on his hands and knees, crawling over Buck's body. This close, Buck could see his t-shirt sticking to his underarms. Braced above Buck, in perfect kissing range, Tommy opened the fly on his jeans and grabbed Buck's hand. He was slow and his grip was loose, but Buck didn't fight it. He let Tommy stick his hand down his pants.

He curled his fingers around Tommy, without Tommy having to ask. ”Like this?” he asked, and started stroking. Tommy nodded, so Buck held him a little firmer. Tommy's dick kicked in his hand, so he probably wouldn't need much to get there.

Tommy wanted more, but he didn't say what, so Buck couldn't give it to him. It wasn't long, until Tommy couldn't hold himself above Buck's body. He lowered himself in increments. When his forehead touched the pillow Buck was lying on, Buck wrapped his free arm around his neck and pulled him down.

A startled moan ripped itself out of Tommy's throat. He tried to smother it in the pillow, but Buck felt it in his chest. When Tommy came in his pants, Buck couldn't stop grinning.

”Good boy,” he muttered. Tommy moaned brokenly into the pillow.

This dom stuff was easy.

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star fashion -> every carlos outfit

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