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@chimneyz I boldly took the chance to bring them to life because teeny tiny Vampire!Buck was batting around my mind since @stuckinthemiddle22 tagged me 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻
💬 4 🔁 10 ❤️ 35 · picture vampire!buck in his teeny tiny bat form, and picture teeny tiny vampire!buck bat resting on tommy's chest while t
come to think of it, Captain Gerrard was like having the dad I already had.
break up/make up
for @bucktommysummerfest, week 11 prompt: break up/make up, 2k (only one day late this time!) rating: g
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“Hey.”
It had been years since Tommy had heard that voice, but he knew exactly who he’d see when he turned way from the bar.
Evan Buckley, sunshine personified. Also, his last serious ex-boyfriend.
Tommy mentally steeled himself and turned around.
Well, it was Evan, but the sunshine that usually radiated from him seemed dimmer than Tommy remembered.
“Are you here with anyone? I uh, I have a table,” Evan said.
“Yeah, that’d be great,” Tommy said, picking up his beer before pushing his stool back in towards the bar. He followed as Evan wove his way to a small booth at the back, tucked out of the way. Tommy never would have known he was there if he hadn’t come up to him at the bar.
“Waiting for someone?” Tommy asked cautiously as he sat opposite Evan.
“Ravi left a couple of minutes ago, actually,” Evan gave a half-smile. “Just me.”
sorry, I got to go.
you too? where's the fire?
angeles crest.
wait, you have to go on duty?
afraid so.
Here is the work itself if you want to save it 🫶🏻🥰
can we talk?
BUCKTOMMY // 8x05 "Masks"
everyone needs a little motivation on leg day 🏋🏻♂️💖 @bucktommyfluffebruary continues!
day three: spider-man kiss 💋🕸️
8x15 coda redux
after that, there's this. this is rough as hell, gang, and i don't know if i'll ever polish it up. i mostly wrote this on my phone in between pulling up weeds in the garden.
Evan cries on him for several minutes. His whole body shakes with it, and the sound of it tattoos itself indelibly on Tommy's eardrums, overwriting every other horror that's ever jolted him awake from a nightmare before. And then something happens that Tommy's only ever seen happen before in warzones and in the mirror, when he's had a white-knuckled grip on a hand basin, and an even tighter grip on the remnants of who he is as a person.
Evan pushes away from him, sits up, scrubs his hands over his face. His shoulders straighten, his back stiffens, his jaw tightens. He clears his throat and a different person looks at him out of Evan's eyes, made dull by the low light and the things that have happened. They've never knowingly worked a sanctioned scene together before, but he thinks this is what Evan must look like when he takes charge in the field.
In a croaky but remarkably steady voice he says, "I need you to go."
"Evan - " Tommy tries to protest and Evan holds out a hand.
"I need you to go check on Ravi and the others. Ravi first. Then Karen. If I'm not out in ten minutes, I need you to call Eddie."
"I - "
"Tommy." Evan's voice is flat, worryingly steady for a man who was so thoroughly falling apart a couple of breaths ago. "I'm telling you what I need from you. Do it, please."
Tommy does as he's told.
9-1-1 // s08e05 "Masks"
What just happened? Uh, Hen sent a text in the group chat. Denny's surgery was a total success. He's gonna be okay.
this is my canon for the next 6 hours 🙂↕️🙂↕️
A Dream I Can Call My Own
bucktommy | rated m | six out of eight chapters six: to me, you are perfect
SUMMARY: After an accident on call, Tommy Kinard found himself stuck in a coma, living his favorite romantic comedy movies with the one person Tommy wanted his romcom happy ending with, Evan Buckley. As he ignores the signs, he is stuck in a coma, his reality bleeds in more and more, forcing him to face his past, his mistakes, and his wishes. What seems like a dream twists into a nightmare he cannot get out of. As he runs out of time, it’s up to Tommy to figure out how to stop running from happiness and learn to fight for his relationship with the love of his life.
“I should get going,” Evan said. “No,” Tommy turned his attention towards Evan, “Don’t go.” “Alright then,” Evan smiled. His hand slid against Tommy’s, grabbing the phone, silencing it, and tossing it aside. He squirmed underneath Tommy’s legs, inching closer to Tommy, running his hands up Tommy’s back. “I’ll stay then.” Tommy practically quivered with each gentle kiss Evan trailed along Tommy’s chest. Relaxing on Evan’s lap, Tommy sank into Evan’s touch. “This isn’t how it goes in the movie,” Tommy whispered. “What was that?” Evan mumbled against Tommy’s chest. “N-Nothing,” Tommy said. “Good,” Evan’s lips curled. Flipping Tommy over on his back, Evan straddled on top of him, holding Tommy’s hands above his head. His back arched against Evan’s chest, groaning at the sensation of Evan’s teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck. “No more interruptions, okay?” Evan asked, his hot breath brushing against Tommy’s skin.
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