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[peppermintquartz]

Flash fic

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Tommy floats back into consciousness and mumbles something.

"I'm here," Evan says. Tommy doesn't know why he said that. "I'm right here."

"Ok." A sigh. A blink.

Tommy floats back into consciousness. "Ev'n? You're here?"

"Right here," Evan says. "I'm right here."

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[kaylmao]

shh don’t worry catholics aren’t real

thank god. i mean thank something else

[lesbianswift]

FOOD DISCOURSE: reblog with ur opinions on guacamole, olives, mango, hummus, tomatoes, and cannolis

[evilwizard]

he breasted the boulder boobily up the hill…

[evilwizard]

one must imagine sisyphus big naturals

[peppermintquartz]

The first time they had 24 hours off together, neither Tommy nor Buck spent more than 20min in clothes. The sheets were beyond wrecked, they had many new and interesting bruises in interesting places, Buck definitely saw God at least half a dozen times, and Tommy got a whole new album of incredible noises out of his new boyfriend, especially the litany of gasped pleas going TommyTommyTommy

[midnightskywrites]

writers really will spend twenty minutes pacing around the kitchen thinking “this scene is genius” and then sit down to type and suddenly remember approximately three words and one emotional vibe

[the-pen-pot]

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[stargatevp]

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!!!SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!!!

[smute]

i think the most upsetting thing about american-flavor puritanism is how fucking patronizing it is. it's 2026 but the whole world still has to deal with a cultural hegemony grown from the gnarled vestiges of victorian-era paternalism. tax-paying adults with passports and the right to vote are treated like wayward children because of the antiquated idea that authorities must protect the weak minds of the unwashed masses from depravity and corruption. the average american can send a fellow citizen to the chair, but they can't piss in a ditch without being declared an outlaw. american entertainment media is saturated with sex, but you can't talk about it online without getting your account suspended. it's such blatant censorship at a universal scale, but because sexual content is framed as inherently dangerous, this restriction on basic adult autonomy, this blanket denial of moral and intellectual adulthood, can be reframed as protection, an expression of care, a moral duty. "won't someone think of the children!" I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN!

[smute]

thank god that the video game that features slow motion animations of graphic gunshot wounds and is rated 18+ has a profanity filter in single player offline mode. thank you for protecting this 33 year old mind from the corrupting influence that is a horse named apple slut

[iftadwascool]

[sad-girl-hours23]

Okay but Home Depot employee Evan Buckley who gets harder than he ever has in his life when customer Tommy Kinard (who is doing a home improvement project) has a shopping list of the filthiest sounding items he needs and asks Buck for help

And Buck is surprised (hello—this is a dude! A hot dude yeah but still!) and guilty because he’s perving on an innocent customer who’s probably just remodeling their kitchen or something but Buck also doesn’t want to stop talking to him so once they’ve found everything on Tommy’s list, Buck asks him what the project is (because he hasn’t been able to figure it out so far) and Tommy just grins and says “a sex dungeon of course” and Buck goes “oh cool” and then when he actually processes what Tommy says he does a double take and immediately walks into a pole.

Buck has to get his head checked and Tommy feels awful and stays with him until the EMTs leave. Buck is embarrassed but also sort of pleased that Tommy stayed to make sure he was okay. Buck will be fine, but he’s been told he can leave his shift early.

Tommy smiles sheepishly at him. “I wouldn’t have joked if I knew it’d give you a concussion.”

Buck laughs. He tries to hide his wince. “It’s not a concussion.”

“Well, I’d like to make it up to you anyway. Can I buy you a coffee? There’s a place right up the street.”

It’s not necessary at all, but something in Buck makes him say yes. Maybe the caffeine will help his headache.

Tommy offers to drive and maybe Buck should be more worried about stranger danger but the knot growing on his forehead is telling him to risk it.

It’s a nice day so they sit outside and Tommy finds a table that’s completely in the shade and butterflies erupt in Buck’s stomach when he realize Tommy did that for him. They stay for two hours and Tommy drives him back to the store after Buck assures him his head is much better.

His heart, on the other hand and amongst other parts, is all twisted up and confused.

Later that night, he finds himself researching whether a bump to the head can make you suddenly into guys.

The consensus is inconclusive.

But when it’s been a week since their coffee…date? and his head is healed and he can’t stop thinking about Tommy…he knows it’s not from an injury.

As if Tommy knew Buck was thinking about, he’s there when Buck—who had been stocking the lightbulbs—turns around. “Hey, Tommy. Is there something I can help you find?”

Tommy puts his hands in his jacket pockets and smiles softly. “Yeah, actually. A restaurant you’d like to eat dinner at this Saturday night?”

Buck’s heart hammers in his chest. He takes his phone out of his pocket. “Give me your number and I’ll let you know what I find.”

It ends up being one of the best first (second?) dates that either of them have ever been on.

One date turns into two turns into three and then Buck officially has a boyfriend.

And then it’s been 3 months and he still hasn’t seen said boyfriend’s house.

When Tommy picks him up from work, Buck finally mentions it. “You know, I’m starting to think you actually do have a sex dungeon.” Buck laughs.

Tommy does not. He bites his lip. “I don’t have a basement, so I don’t think you can call it a dungeon.”

“Tommy—"

Tommy sighs. “Do you want me to take you home?”

Buck smirks. “If by home, you mean where the whips and chains are, then yes.”

It startles a laugh out of Tommy. He shakes his head. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me..”

Tommy holds Buck’s gaze when he says, “I guess you’ll just have to punish me.”

[peppermintquartz]

Picture this:

Tommy in his underwear and an undershirt to get dressed for his promotion ceremony but before he can put on his clothes, Buck grabs him and pins him to the dresser and rubs his bulge against Tommy's ass and whispers to Tommy that he can't wait to fuck a captain, and if Tommy wants something extra special, he should try to sneak his old flight suit home

(the extra special is taking photos and videos of Buck naked in that old flight suit)

[defolu]

[briannyssey]

Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling

[briannyssey]

🥺🥺

[cafffine]

be pro-aging but wear sun screen. sun protection is not beauty industry propaganda it will save you. wear it. or else.

[rheumaticrhetoric]

[peppermintquartz]

Flash fic

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They try to get Buck to stop waiting and hoping.

Maddie suggests the kids.

Buck says, "Not now."

Hen asks for help.

"Ask Chimney."

Chimney mentions limited PTO.

"I can resign."

Eddie says it's useless waiting.

Buck punches him.

"Tommy will wake up," he says. "He will."

****

[pinacoladamatata]

wake up hal

[leashybebes]

made up fic title game: haunted by affection

oooh okay! supernatural (genre not show) tinged presumed dead fic!

they're still broken up, but they're in each other's orbit, maybe they reconnect after the funeral, maybe buck learns tommy and chim are still in touch (thank u kenny, love u kenny) and doesn't want chim to have to hide it. either way, they get coffee once in a while, they're semi-sorta-friends who are working really hard to work through the mutual pining.

tommy's away fighting wildfires in...idk, pick somewhere not too close to california, when his chopper goes down and once the dust has settled and search and rescue can actually occur, there's no sign of him and his helicopter is so badly fire damaged (insert handwaving here) that he's declared dead.

buck is devastated, ofc, and thinks he might be going crazy when he starts to feel...things. a touch to the back of his hand that feels so much like the way tommy used to do it to get his attention, two fingers in a very soft touch. a kiss to his temple that no one else he's ever dated has been tall enough to do as casually as tommy could. he wakes up in the morning and could swear he can feel tommy behind him, body molded to the curves and angles of buck's own, just the way he woke up every time they shared a bed. a tug on his earlobe when he's gotten lost in misery and hasn't moved for hours that tommy used to do when buck was too deep in an internet rabbit hole and needs to take a break.

it feels so unfair that now that tommy is gone, buck is haunted by affection (roll credits!!!) that he'll never get to feel again.

except, somewhere in pick-a-state, usa, there's a john doe in a coma (idk he managed to stumble to a river and got carried away? pick your poison, i guess) "dreaming" of the man he loves, trying everything he can to stop him looking so sad.

do i even need to say "and then there's a happy ending"? let's saaaaay buck is determined that there must be something going on and he meets a psychic on a call who says there's no one from the other side trying to contact him but there's something weird and then he's on a mission to find his man. it is successful, happily ever after, when tommy finally wakes up it's to buck at his bedside and he says you looked so sad and buck says you helped.