I feel like this is a given, but this blog is not a place for minors!
My name is James. 33. Transmasc/queer/ace/neurodivergent.
My current hyper-fixation is 911 & BuckTommy, but this is a multi-fandom blog and I am a MULTI-SHIPPER. I will not stand for ship or character hate. I much rather spend my time enjoying the things I love instead of wasting time on the things I dislike or make me angry.
I am also a huge horror fan and all posts involving such will be tagged with ‘horror’ and the name of the movie/series if you need to filter it out.
Tagged by @corporatebanana. Open tagging back whoever would like to hop on.
Here’s some Popstar II, sequel to Crossover Appeal.
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“I—” Evan shakes his head and hunches his shoulders with a frown. “God. I know it’s stupid but… I was jealous of Jan.”
The laugh that jumps out of Tommy is completely unintentional. He smothers the rest of it immediately, pursing his lips together tightly, because Evan’s shoulders hunch more and he curls on himself looking embarrassed.
“I just told you I knew it was stupid,” Evan’s voice edges to a whine.
Tommy leans in and wraps an arm around Evan’s shoulders, tugs him close and presses a kiss to his cheek.
“Sorry, sorry,” Tommy says, his voice still wobbling traitorously on a giggle. “Jan? Seriously?”
“There was that whole thing where you kissed him at that Hell Festival—”
Tommy doesn’t stop his laughter this time. It’s too loud, almost wheezy from shock. Evan’s embarrassed frown has twisted into a scowl, and he starts trying to pull away.
“Baby,” Tommy holds him just a little bit tighter.
“Shut up,” Evan says mulishly.
“C’mere,” Tommy tugs him again, pulling until Evan reluctantly tucks himself against Tommy’s chest.
“You’re still laughing at me,” Evan says sourly, reaching up to pinch Tommy’s nipple through his shirt in retaliation.
It makes Tommy hiss and arch into the contact a little. Evan pinches him again, and Tommy slaps Evan’s hand away.
“It’s just. Jan. Of all people.” Tommy says. “It’s funny.”
“You two are really good friends,” Evan grumbles.
“We are,” Tommy agrees. “You wanna know something else funny?”
Evan still looks upset, so Tommy gets a hand in Evan’s hair because he knows Evan likes it. He scratches along Evan’s scalp, until Evan’s face softens into a little smile.
“What else is funny?” Evan asks.
“Jan once told me he was sorry that he’s straight, because he thinks it’d make him a more interesting artist if he was at ‘at least a little bit gay.’” Tommy only does air quotes with one hand, so he doesn’t have to stop petting Evan’s hair with the other. “He’s firmly straight, trust me. He apparently tried.”
...as long as it's some combination of Buck, Sal, and/or Tommy. If it's not, then go by the pairings plz?
i am shocked. SHOCKED, i tell you.
good call, #6 is salbucktommy and you get every one of the 152 words i wrote for the prompt held down (we'll get there, i promise)
When Buck had finally worked out what he wanted (Tommy) and worked up the nerve to do something about it (show up on his doorstep at eight in the morning), he didn't know what to expect. It hadn't been for the door to be opened by a handsome, shirtless man who was decidedly not Tommy, but who did look vaguely familiar from somewhere or other.
The guy had looked Buck up and down, huffed out a breath, rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw and said, "oh boy," before turning his head to call back into the house, "hey babe, you've got a visitor."
Buck had turned on his heel, fully intending to flee, only for the guy — Captain Deluca, his brain unhelpfully supplied — to reach out and snag a handful of the back of his shirt.
"No you don't," he'd said, resolute and undeniable over the sound of Tommy's approaching footsteps.
suburban women on september 15 1967 tuning in to star trek and seeing fuck-or-die mode spock getting in a sweaty man fight with captain kirk in amok time
