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☆ happy birthday to thee versainz mutual reyhana @versains <3 [x]
versainz beef in 2026 like this is everything
𝔞 𝔐𝔞𝔢𝔨𝔞𝔯 / 𝔇𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
While I’m a diehard DunkBaelor girlie, DunkMaekar would be absolutely hilarious.
They don’t even like each other. They’re coparenting. They caused each other irreparable physical and psychological damage, but not on purpose. They were so rude at the first meeting they shocked the other into silence, also not on purpose. Maekarlings are fighting for Dunk’s attention. They’re that old couple that bitches at one another but never parts.
What I like about the idea of dunkmaekar is like
Maekar putting in so much effort to maintain his dislike towards dunk, but the guy is sabotaging him by constantly being thoughtful and genuine and stepping up for his family without needing to be asked or expecting to even be thanked for it. He's so disappointed in himself when he finally gives in and bends dunk over his desk
For people with eyes that see, dunkmaekar is like the gay version of braime
just a doodle
dunkmaekar
Maybe Daenerys should just be Dunk’s daughter that he birthed. The prince who was promised came from Maekar’s bloodline right? So Dunk just carries his child and nothing bad happens at all because Dunk protects his baby girl and she gets to grow a lemon tree and they travel all over Westeros just living their lives.
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Tommy, who hears through the grapevine that someone from the 118 is on paternity leave.
Tommy, who learns exactly who it is after some of the guys from Harbor help fill in the empty spots.
And so, he figures he should probably get Evan a present, right? For the kid? It's just the proper thing to do, and not at all weird or awkward. And that's how he finds himself standing in the toy aisle after shift, exhausted, running on fumes, and wondering if a Lego Star Wars set is appropriate for a kid that's...shit, he doesn't actually know how old.
He's so deep in thought that he almost doesn't notice the all too familiar hand reaching out to grab that same Lego set.
have we considered buck during pride, seeing all the shirts with daddy themed prints, and his day just keeps getting worse and worse. whether the 118 are assigned to the parade or not, they keep getting calls related to it. the last straw is a couple in matching shirts, one says daddy, the other says kitten, and buck gets teary eyed because his daddy doesn't want him anymore, so he can't even ask if he can be his kitten :(
Okay here's my 5+1 take on this prompt from @v88sy ! Thanks for putting this out there!
“You're always leaving!” Buck gasped. Tommy's face was ashen. Empty. “Why won't you stay with me, Tommy? Why won't you ever stay? Please!” His words were rasping, exhausted things. Somewhere dimly, in the back of his head behind the desperate panic and the habit-trained professionalism that were working in tandem to give Tommy CPR, some part of him wondered if his angry, broken begging could ever tempt Tommy back from wherever he was going this time. He brought his mouth to Tommy's and pushed air into his lungs. Please, Tommy. Please.
The first time. It will come to him later that Tommy probably didn't have a shift to get to at that time of night. None of the houses did split shifts like that. But Buck was too dazed to think of it in the moment, his brain (and body) too warm and syrupy to consider much of anything. For a long time he just stood in his kitchen, his fingertips brushing over his half-smiling lips. He felt like he was thirteen all over again, getting a kiss from Deborah Rollins who was fifteen and much too cool for him. Only this was better because instead of asking him for change for the snack machine and going off with giggling friends and a handful of Buck's quarters, Tommy had asked him on a date. In the space of one kiss, his bewildered obsession with the cool pilot had clarified. A crush. Buck had a crush. Not just a ‘you're hot, want to come home with me?’ sort of thing. A can't-stop-thinking-about-him-crush. A holy-shit-there-better-be-more-kissing crush. A why-isn't-it-Saturday-yet crush. It was probably a good thing he left, probably a kind thing that he left, because it must have been obvious that Buck's brain had been taken entirely offline by that kiss. Buck couldn't wait for more.
The second time. Except it didn't seem there would be any more because he'd been an idiot. Why had he gotten so flustered about Eddie? Okay he knew why. Buck wasn't used to having people close, having people who cared. Was it so wrong to worry about what they thought? Only he hadn't thought about what Tommy would think, had he? What Tommy would feel. Tommy was kind of right, Buck wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to watch Tommy's Uber drive away. He wasn't ready for all the hope and possibility and excitement and longing he'd felt since Tommy kissed him to just be over.
The third time. How was Tommy walking away again? How was Buck once again standing in his kitchen wondering what the hell had just happened? Only this time instead of feeling like he might float away from the lingering tingle of Tommy's lips, Buck felt like he might crumble, like the world he thought he knew and all the facts of it had just vanished and the gravity holding him together had become too powerful and would crush him. God. Crush. He'd had a crush and now he was crushed.
The fourth time. There was a small, distant part of Buck hidden somewhere deep inside that registered that he'd fucked up, that had clocked the emotions on Tommy's face before the wall came down behind Tommy's eyes and he walked away again. But right at the moment it was drowned out by anger. No, something worse than anger. Something ugly and vicious that had wanted to score a hit and was delighted to see he'd drawn blood. He'd been confused for a moment, confused by Tommy and confused by himself, both. But then Tommy was gone again and the anger took over. The fury. How dare he? How dare he?
The fifth time. There were words echoing in Buck's ears, words he hasn't stopped hearing for hours. Bobby’s voice, over and over and over. Buck was sleep walking through a nightmare, barely aware of the things and people around him. Bobby was gone. Bobby was gone. Bobby would never call him kid again, never… never do anything again. “Where are your keys, Evan?” Buck looked up, blinked at Tommy. He looked down at himself. He wasn't in his gear anymore. When had he taken his helmet off? The thought dissolved into Bobby taking off his helmet, blood running from Bobby's nose, Bobby saying… “I'm going to check your pockets, sweetheart. I'm sorry. We need to get you inside.” Tommy started patting him down but the sensation was coming from a million miles away. Buck couldn't feel it, not really. He was too far away. He was drowning. He was underwater and no one could even see him, he was so far down. He was walking. Sort of. When had they gotten inside? Keys. Tommy had wanted his keys. “Keys,” Buck murmured. “I've got ‘em,” Tommy promised softly, still escorting him down the hall. “Let's get you comfortable and I'll go back and lock up.” Buck nodded but he'd already forgotten what Tommy had said, had already forgotten Tommy was there. All he could think of was Bobby. Bobby turning away from him. Bobby ignoring him as Buck screamed. Bobby's resigned acceptance. Buck was in bed. There was light coming from the window and he didn't know if it was morning or afternoon. He turned on his side and pulled the blanket over his head. “I've got it,” a familiar voice said. He heard the scrape of the curtains and then the glow beyond the blanket went away. “Better?” Tommy asked. Buck didn't know if he answered. He meant to but then it was Bobby's voice in his ears and he hadn't answered Bobby. Not like he should have. Not like he meant to. “Bobby…” “I know, baby. I know.” Then there was warmth. Then there was darkness. Buck slept. He woke up again, the room blessedly dark and cool and for a moment he didn't know. He didn't remember. He just blinked into the inky blue of the room, catching the shapes around him. “Evan? Can you drink some water for me?” The voice was so soft and patient and gentle but Buck startled. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But you need to replace some fluids, sweetheart. Please?” A big thermal spill-proof cup was pressed into Buck's hand. He drank. “Thank you. That's good. That's so good. Do you think you could eat?” Buck shook his head and burrowed back under the blankets. He slipped back into sleep with a warm hand rubbing his back. The next time he woke there was light again. “Evan? I'm sorry to wake you but I need you to drink something, please.” Buck shook his head. He didn't want anything, not food or drink or to even be a person. “I know, baby. I know. I'm sorry. But just drink a little please? I have to go but I need to see you get something in you first. Just a little. Half, okay? Half a protein shake?” “You're leaving?” “I'm sorry, I swear I wouldn't but if I don't, they'll probably come arr-” “Go,” Buck croaked. “Just go.” “Evan…” “Go! Leave! Everyone leaves! Especially you!” Buck threw himself out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. Tommy was saying something at the door but Buck couldn't hear it over Bobby's voice in his head and the sound of his own dry heaving. Eventually he heard a car engine turn over in the driveway. He fell back into a fitful, nightmare sleep, curled on the tile by the toilet, tears leaking endlessly down his cheeks. “Everybody leaves,” he whispered. “Everybody fucking leaves.”
The last time. “Tommy, please,” Buck gasped. “Please don't leave me again. Please. I'm sorry. I did it all wrong. But please don't leave me again.”
He already had though. Because you don't do CPR on a living person. You do it when they've stopped breathing. When their heart isn't beating. You do it when their body has quit. You do it to try and convince that body to go a little more. You do it to show the body how to keep going. You do it to circulate the air and blood and give them a chance to come back.
“Come back,” Buck begged instead. “You always come back. You've got to do it again. Please. Please, baby, please come back.”
Time was meaningless. Buck kept going. His arms were burning but he didn't care. He'd do this forever. He'd do this as long as it took. Help was coming. Help was coming and they'd shock him and make Tommy come back. But only if Buck kept going. Only if Buck kept him close enough to return.
Chest compressions. Breaths. The cycle continued and Buck kept begging when he could spare the words. Then he was being pulled away. He flailed, fighting.
“We've got him, Buckley!”
Lucy. It was Lucy. She pulled Buck back as someone - Donahue? - called “Clear!”
Buck's voice failed. All he could do was watch, whispering again and again, “Come back. Come back. Please come back.”
“We got a pulse!”
Buck scrabbled forward, tearing loose of Lucy's grip. “Stay with me,” Buck demanded, grabbing Tommy's hand. “Don't you dare leave me.”
“Not…” Tommy answered, his face scrunched tight with pain. “Not if I’cn help it.”
Sobbing, Buck squeezed Tommy's hand. “That's right. Be the stubborn jackass I know you can be. You fight like hell, you hear me? You fight like hell or I'll never forgive you.”
“Yeah…” Tommy breathed.
Lucy pushed in close and worked a collar around him to stabilize his neck, murmuring instructions neither of them paid attention to.
“Hate when you're mad at me…”
“Then don't you dare leave me again.”
“Never…”
It was all he got out before they were getting him ready to load on the helicopter. The uncrashed one Lucy and maybe-Donahue arrived in.
“Come on, Buckley. We gotta get you looked at, too. I'd check you here but I know how you and your husband are.”
“Yeah,” Buck agreed. He scrambled up into the helicopter as soon as they had Tommy secured. “I'm right here, babe. I'm right here.”
“Me too,” Tommy managed. “Right here too.”
remember when they let buck date a hunky older man
I need Buck looking at photos of awkward and low-key angry teenage Tommy.
Like pictures of 16 year old Tommy who doesn't realize he's got a scowl on his face all the time in the way some teenagers who are dealing with some shit do.
And Buck pointing it out because Tommy is usually so smiley and smirking.
And Tommy being like "Oh, yea, I know. I used to be really good at pretending, but I guess it's harder to hide on camera.
Buck: "Are you faking it now?" Suddenly worried that Tommy's been putting on a facade this whole time.
Tommy: "No, I don't have pretend anymore, I made that choice a long time ago."
Imagining an unhinged argument Buck has with the 118 & Maddie because he adopts Theo but refuses to change his last name to Buckley. Everyone thinks that to be a real family you've got to have the same last name, but Buck wants him to keep that part of Conner.
(And also Buck doesn't even want to be a Buckley. When he and Tommy get married, he'll be Evan Kinard. When Theo graduates high school though, he puts his name down as Theo Riley-Kinard)
Do you think people in a main SuperBat would assume Bruce and Clark (also Batman and Superman) are a vanilla couple who do vanilla romantic things and have vanilla sex. If so, how would they prove those ppl wrong
Everyone assumes Clark/Supes is the tames most vanilla guy ever, who only makes love under the covers and with lights turned off.
In reality, Clark is the kinkiest motherfucker there is, and he often finds new kinks to try out.
Bruce is freaky too, but he's also a huge romantic, so he loves gentle love making after a nice, classic date with dinner and movie.
When other people learn about this, they never believe it at first and think they're joking.
Hal: Come on, you practically wear a gimpsuit!
Bruce: Excuse me?!
Clark: Don't listen to him. It's very sexy, your ass looks great in it, but it's clearly an armor.
Bruce: 😑
Having thoughts about Buck being hurt and bored at home and playing Tomodachi and creating Buck and Tommy in it
And having a breakdown when his wound flares up and he’s under medication and the Mii relationship deteriorated randomly and calling Tommy sobbing because Mii Buck said something mean to Mii Tommy and he’s so sorry