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Adopting Gadget was one of the best decisions Tommy ever made. It's like they were made for each other, from their energy levels to the way they like to sleep, they've been on the same wavelength since the moment they met. Gadget had also taken to Evan immediately, and Tommy was quickly bumped down to second place on the favorite human list. Not that Tommy minded, it was just another thing they had in common.
Now, as the dog lays on the bed with his muzzle between his paws, huffing and whining as Tommy packs his suitcase, he's starting to think allowing him in the bedroom might not have been a great decision.
"You stop that," He tells him, checking his toiletry bag to be sure everything he needs is in there. "We'll only ve gone a few days. Plus, you love getting to stay over with Milo at doggy daycare."
This doesn't appease him and Gadget huffs again, indignant that he is not invited on this vacation. He eyes Tommy warily for a moment, then enacts his revenge, lunging forward and snatching the black velvet box Tommy has been hiding in the back of his closet for months up in his mouth and bounding out of the room at a speed that shouldn't be possible for an animal with three legs.
"Gadget!" Tommy shouts, chasing after him. "No! Don't you dare eat that!"
Unfortunately, they've played chase around the house often enough that Gadget knows how to avoid his owner and escape every room with ease. They find themselves in a stalemate in the living room, Tommy on one side of the couch and Gadget on the other, his hindquarters up in the air, tail wagging, box still clutched in his teeth. They're eyes are locked, waiting for the other to make a move. They both startle when the front door bangs open.
"I'm here!" Evan calls, his bags thumping to the floor in the entery way. "Traffic was bitch this afternoon."
Gadget's ears perk up and Tommy shakes his head.
"Don't you dare." But it's too late. Gadget is already spinning, ready to greet his favorite person. Tommy dives him, nearly knocking over the couch in his attempt, but he misses him by centimeters. He scrambles to his feet, hoping to grab him before he makes it to Evan.
"Hey, Bud!" Evan says as Tommy rounds the corner, rubbing behind the dogs ears and kneeling down in front of him. "Whatcha got, huh?"
Evan's eyes widen as he pulls the now slobber soaked box from between the dogs jaws. Tommy hears the soft click as he opens it, and the soft gasp at the silver band nestled inside. Evan looks up at him, eyes shining with tears, a beautiful smile on his face.
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"Evan, you know Theo and I get along great. I think I can handle taking care of him for the day while you're at work," Tommy assures him. Buck stays quiet as he wraps a towel around his waist, and Tommy raises an eyebrow. "You don't think I can do it?"
"No, that's not it at all! It's just..." Buck feels his expression morphing into the this is going to sound awful, please don't be offended look he made a lot when he and Tommy first started dating. "Tommy, you're so incredible with him, and Theo loves so much..."
"But?"
"But you've never actually been alone with him and I don't know if you have it in you to be the bad cop when the situation calls for it."
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"We're here!" Buck announces, knocking the front door open with his mother's suitcase, stepping to the side to allow her to enter the house first.
"Please be careful, Evan. I have gifts for the kids in there," Margaret chides. There's no bite to it, she thinks it's very sweet that Evan had insisted on holding the door for her despite his full hands, but she's not sure how well the girl at the shop wrapped the porcelain figurines she'd bought for her grandchildren.
"I'm sure they're fine, Mom," Evan assures her, but he closes the door with a bump of his shoulder. "I'll put these in the guest room. Dad and Tommy must be out back, if you want to join them."
Evan nods toward the double doors on the far side of the living room, then goes in the opposite direction to drop off her bags. Margaret takes a moment to check herself in the small decorative mirror on the living room, smoothing her hair and straightening her cardigan, before going to join her ex-husband and future son-in-law.
"There she is," Philip greets warmly. He makes an attempt to stand, but there's a large dog sitting between his legs that lets out a petulant huff when he stops scratching his ears.
"Oh. Who's this?" Margaret wouldn't say that she disliked dogs, but she had never been very comfortable around any animals.
"That's Gadget, " Tommy tells her from where he's standing behind the grill. "I adopted him a couple of years ago. Although he seems to think he's Evan's dog now."
"Is he friendly?"
"Oh, yeah," Philip says, ruffling the fur around the dogs neck. "He's a big sweetheart."
Hesitantly, Margaret reaches to to pat his head and the dog huffs and trots away, finding the bushes on the far said of the yard suddenly very interesting. Tommy and Philip exchange a concerned look, but Margaret laughs before sitting next to Philip on the glider.
"Well, it looks like he already has a favorite grandparent."
“He ran you out of the kitchen, too, huh?” Sal asks as he joins Tommy in the living room. “Kicked me right out like I wasn't the one who taught him how to make the fucking thing.”
“He never was the best at sharing space,” Tommy agrees and Sal snorts a laugh.
“Ain't that the truth.”
“Probably not the best idea to talk shit about the guy preparing your food,” Evan warns, walking into the room and crossing his arms. “Especially when you know I can hear you.”
“It's not talking shit if it's true,” Sal replies, taking a sip of his beer. Evan glares at him, but it quickly melts into a smile when Sal winks at him over his bottle.
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"Actually, we do have some news," Margaret says as she not so subtly adjusts one of the ribbon banners hanging from the banister.
"Mom," Maddie murmurs, her hard stare clearly stating don't you dare ruin this for him. Margaret doesn't seem to notice. Evan's grip on his hand becomes vise tight.
"We've been looking at some nice condos not too far away," She announces, pausing like she expects them to all break out in cheers and applause. When no one does, she continues, obviously a bit put off. "We just thought it would be nice to be closer to all of our grandchildren. They grow so fast, and you're all so busy. We've already missed most of your children's lives, Maddie, we don't want to miss out on Evan's."
The twist of Evan's lips is almost imperceptible, but Tommy knows him well enough to see it.
"That's great," Evan grits out through a fake smile. He rests his hand on the swell of his belly and looks at Tommy.
"I know we said we were staying for dinner, but all this decorating has really worn me out. Do you mind if we head home?"
"Of course not," Tommy assures. Margaret clicks her tongue, chastising.
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🧓 - Philip Buckley Torment Nexus
🫃- Angsty Mpreg au
👨👨👦 - Everything is Different Now (Buck/Tommy, with Theo)
👨❤️💋👨 - In Another Life verse
🧥- Jacket Verse
⚔️ - Hitman Boyfriends
🐺 - Omega Buck being 'hunted' AU
🚩- kidnapped omega buck
🐕 - gadget the dog
Any other fic I've written/started that has lingered in your mind
Made Up Fic Title: from here to nowhere to everywhere
My thoughts on this are kind of hard to explain, but bear with me, alright?
Right after leaving the tunnel after Bobby dies, Buck feels like he's walking in daze, he knows people are talking to him, but he can't register anything over the roar in his ears. The military is yelling at him, trying to grab him and drag him for questioning, but he's on autopilot and he knows he can't stop until he reaches his specific destination. He finally finds Tommy and collapses against his chest like a marionette whose strings have been cut. As soon as he feels those strong arms wrap around him again, he lets go of everything.
Buck and Tommy somehow become lost in time, falling into different moments of their pasts, landing in totally different places. Neither of them have any idea what's happening, but they know they have to find each other. The problem is every time they do, the moment they touch, they're warped to another place and separated again.
While fighting to find their way back to each other, they learn more and more about both of their difficult pasts and how all the things they didn't talk about led to their break up. They fall in love with all these different versions of each other, even the ones they thought the other would hate. But they can never tell the other because they're ripped apart before they have the chance.
One of them finally somehow figures out a way for them to talk, they both promise that they'll never stop coming back to the other no matter how long it takes, no matter how hard they have to fight. Tommy reaches out and takes Buck's hand and they're going again, lost in some loose stitch in time until they land back outside that lab where Tommy is the only thing holding Buck together.
The military wrenches them apart and drags them to different tents for whatever kind of interrogation/debrief/non-disclosure signing they need to do. Eventually, they're told to never speak of this night again and released. They ride back to the station in a fire engine with the rest of the team, all silent except for the sniffles and ragged breaths.
Buck isn't really sure how they make it back to a house, he doesn't even know whose house they're in. Tommy helps him undress and shower and get into bed, then he just holds him as Buck cries for what feels like hours.
"Don't leave. Please don't leave," Buck keeps gasping out, his fingers hooked into Tommy's collar.
"Never again. No matter what. No matter where. No matter when."
A little Jacket snippet to kick off the weekend and hopefully motivate me to write later
Evan's smile is radiant when he opens the door to Tommy's knock.
“Hey, I'm glad you made it,” He says, stepping aside to let Tommy in. “Did you find the place okay?”
“Yeah, GPS led me straight here,” Tommy says, suddenly aware of his empty hands. “I meant to bring wine but–”
“Don't worry about it,” Evan assures him. His eyes flick down to Tommy's lips for a moment, then back up to his eyes. “Can I get you anything? A beer? I'm still finishing up in the kitchen.”
He starts walking as he talks, leading Tommy further into the house, the smell of simmering tomato and garlic getting stronger as they enter the kitchen.
“Are you making orecchiette?” Tommy asks as Evan opens the fridge. “By hand?”
“Uh, yeah. Sal has been teaching me how to make pasta and sauces and stuff.”
“That's….” Tommy trails off as Evan presses a beer into his hand and he looks down at the label. Sal's brand. Suddenly, he realizes, “Sal's not here.”
“No, he was on shift today. He said he needed to shower, get the smell of the city off of him,” Evan's lips quirk up as he says it. “He'll be here soon.”
“Right,” Tommy says, quietly. Evan's smile softens a little.
“You can make yourself at home. I just need to finish up and I'll join you.” He pushes Tommy gently towards the living room before returning to the stove.
Tommy feels in a bit of a daze as he walks into the living room. There are things he recognizes here – Evan's awful couch, the few knick-knacks he decorated with, photos of his niece and nephew. This is Evan's house, he still lives alone, but there's evidence of Sal throughout. There's a gym bag sitting by the door next to Evan's, a book that Evan would find unendingly boring left on the coffee table. A lighter lying forgotten on a shelf by the back door because Sal has been quitting smoking for almost ten years now. Little pieces of himself left behind, cluttering up Evan's home in a way Tommy never let himself believe he was allowed to do.
He hears the front door open and shut, footsteps moving toward the kitchen, two familiar voices. Sal had let himself in, and why wouldn't he? He and Evan have an established relationship. But Tommy can't help but think about how he still felt the need to knock on the door of Evan's old loft, even when they had been together for six months.
hi please talk about phillip buckley in the torment nexus❤️
So, as a Buck girly first and functioning human being second, my first reaction to the Buckley parents was the same as most everyone else's – they're awful, jail for 1,000 years, don't talk to me or my son ever again. My opinion basically did not change through all of their appearances on the show, there was never enough redemption arc for it to. Sure, it was said that they made some effort to repair their relationship with their children, but it gets walked back pretty much as soon as they appear on screen one way or another.
Then Dads and Cads came out and that scene between Buck and Philip just really struck me as maybe the first genuine moment they ever had. Philip is an older man (Gregory Harrison is 76) whose children spent a large portion of their lives not speaking to him, whose son said to his face 'the way you raised me messed me up probably beyond repair,' who knew another man was more of father to his son in 8 years than he ever was in 34 and whose grandchild was named for that man. He and his wife are about to divorce and they're living in an RV. He has probably spent a lot of nights thinking about all the ways he's failed, thinking of all the things he wishes he could do differently. Him going to Buck, saying outloud he knows he was a terrible father, then asking Buck if he would tell him about 'the man who raised his son' was a huge character leap for me. It doesn't redeem him, but it meant so much to Buck to have that moment.
So I started thinking about Philip and his relationship with Buck and how he views it throughout Buck's life. How did he justify things to himself? What were things like after Maddie moved to Boston? How did Buck leave after Maddie gave him the Jeep? In those years that Buck was traveling, did they know anything about him? Did Maddie give them updates? The show will obviously never answer any of these questions, so I thought I'd take it upon myself.
I still have a long way to go working on this fic, I want to do it right. I think Philip has a lot of potential to be a complex, maybe sympathetic character. Delving into what his mind might be like has been very interesting and I'm excited to keep going with it.
rules: make a poll with 10 of your favourite movies, they can be just 10 movies you loved seeing or your top 10 movies of all time, then tag people and let them choose
sal and buck leave voicemails for tommy to fall asleep to while hes fighting wildfires in oregon. they range from just telling him about their day no matter how boring, hot and sexy fantasies, updates on the team and families, tv show theories, and per tommys request one time a genuine made up bed time story bc tommy was too tired to try and read but he really needed some fictional story land that he could drift off into
So I wrote 3 fics with challenge to myself of "Use as few words as possible but cause the most emotional response possible" and this is the end result. 142 words in total. I posted Part 1 and 2 as separate thing son AO3 but felt they would work better as separate chapters in a single fic. So please enjoy the below link to AO3 and the conclusion below the break.
Word Counts:
Part 1 - 69 Words
Part 2 - 41 Words
Part 3 - 22 Words
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