hi im danny !! im your resident multifandom loser who spends far too much time watching silly wee woo shows and roleplaying. im 26 and use any pronouns.
im an actual "i'll listen to anything" mf when it comes to music, fandoms, ships and aus. huge fan of rarepairs and highly specific headcanons. the king of "hear me out" if you will.
my current fandoms ⟶ 911 / 911: lone star / law & order svu / final fantasy xiv / the boys / stranger things / the sims
Seeing a lot of new people show up in my notes with like "proship dni" or whatever so RENT LOWERING GUNSHOT: IM AN ADULT WHO DOES NOT CARE IF PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMATIC SHIPS, IM OLD AND BELIEVE TABOO FICTION IS SAFE AND HEALTHY, IM AN OLD MAN WHO THINKS IT'S FINE TO HAVE SHIPS THAT WOULD BE BAD IN REAL LIFE, I BELIEVE IN TABOO KINKS AS HEALING PLACES, I DO NOT DO SHIP DISCOURSE, I THINK IT'S OKAY TO WRITE ABOUT BAD THINGS HAPPENING TO GOOD PEOPLE WITHOUT CONDEMNING IT IN THE NARRATIVE, I THINK IT'S OKAY TO GET OFF TO MAKE BELIEVE BAD THINGS!!! THANKS
Sometimes I forget people aren't multishippers then I see someone talking about how they used to ship something then got a new ship and I'm like what do you mean you aren't just collecting ships like cool rocks you see on the ground
It's been a little over three months since Bobby died and Buck seems like he's doing okay: Ravi helped him find a nondescript, one bedroom condo to rent and he's still at the 118, transfer rescinded, working under Chimney as Captain without much issue, and he jokes around with Eddie during shifts and he cooks sometimes but doesn't push the family dinners anymore, and when Hen asks how he's doing, Buck shrugs and says yeah, he's all right, and Hen would usually have a better ear for bullshit but she's got a lot on her plate so she accepts it and decides she'll check in again another time soon—
Then Tommy runs into the 118 and Evan on a call and it's weird, Evan isn't nervous or shy or angry or upset, nothing, he's not anything at all but perfectly friendly and toneless as he says "good to see you, Tommy" before he's on his way, but after that Tommy is suspicious.
Evan's been dodging all his calls and texts since the funeral and he has no idea where the hell Evan lives anymore. Tommy drove by his house the other day and Eddie's truck was in the driveway and Evan's Jeep wasn't, and Tommy decided then and there he going anywhere near that with a twenty-foot pole. But after seeing Evan again, he sucks it up and cashes in a reverse-favor with Howie and gets Evan's new address.
Tommy shows up unannounced on purpose so Evan has no choice but to let him in. Evan stands with his arms wrapped half-around himself while Tommy looks around at all the...nothing, the empty space. His apartment is bare bones, devoid of any character. Tommy feels like he's walked into some sort of funhouse at the county fair.
"Uh, where's all your furniture?" He says and Evan says it's in storage, he's not planning on staying very long, Ravi finagled him a month-to-month lease, isn't that great, and Tommy frowns and squints and asks, "oh, yeah, where else have you been looking?" and it's obvious Buck hasn't actually been looking for a new place very hard at all.
"I know it doesn't look like much," Evan tries, "but I promise I've got beer in the fridge—"
"You know it's okay if you're not okay," Tommy says, and wears-his-heart-on-his-sleeve-and-literally-all-of-his-other-feelings-too Evan Buckley blinks and his face does this crazy thing, it goes completely flat, and Tommy realize that he'd thought it was grief taking over when Evan had collapsed in the army tunnel outside the lab but he'd been wrong. He'd had no idea. "You don't have to lie or pretend with me, Evan."
Evan's hand freezes around the handle of the fridge door. "I'm not pretending," he says, and he half-laughs and it's ugly. "Bobby's gone and I'm—I'm dealing with it."
"By getting rid of all your things?"
"They're in a storage unit down the street—"
"—and what about still being buddy-buddy with Eddie at work when he what, kicked you out after a few months?"
"I offered to move—"
"That stove looks like you've never even turned a burner on—"
"You don't know anything, Tommy!" Evan finally snaps. Thank God. Tommy's heart pounds. "So stop! Stop acting like you do."
Tommy steps around the counter, feels like he's approaching a feral animal and like he's just as scared. "I do get it."
He gets close enough to see a muscle in Evan's jaw jump. "How?"
"Because I saw you on the monitor in the army tent." Evan shakes his head. "I saw what losing Bobby did to you."
Evan stares down at the floor, the scuffed, grout-dirty tile, his chest heaving. He keeps shaking his head. "I didn't realize...I didn't know that you could—that anyone saw me."
"Someone did see you," Tommy says and lifts his hand, wraps his fingers around the knob of Evan's wrist and against his pulse underneath, blood thrumming. All of him shaking. "I saw you, Evan. And I know that it hurt like hell."
Tommy barely tugs before Evan is collapsing into him.
This time Tommy catches him instead of watching him fall.
“[kink] is bad because [thing the kink is based on] is bad” is such a funny take. we’re acting. you hate theater. you’re standing up in the audience and mansplaining to lady macbeth that killing people is wrong
imagine Tommy fucking buck and saying he's gonna knock him up and buck's brain going brrr thinking about being pregnant with Tommy's baby and coming right then and there
happy bucktommy free use friday! this morning tommy made sure to give buck just what he wanted for his birthday so last night buck made sure to take some sleepy meds so this morning tommy could make use of his hole without waking him up. tommy has been slowly working his hole open with his tongue and fingers, making sure to be careful so buck's sleep isn't disturbed, and now he's slowly putting his dick inside his pretty pink hole. he's going to cum inside at least once before waking up his baby boy so buck can feel his ass full and wet just like wanted.