Dedicated to @fenrirscarsback who threatened to flambe me if I don't post this a day earlier 🤣🤣🤣🤣 (Just kidding!! love you!! 🥰🥰🥰)
In which Chris is happy where he is in life, Eddie still blames Buck for every fuck ups in his life, and Maddie did a very bad thing.
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Maddie bit her lip as she used her administration codes to access LAFD personnel files. She knew it was a fineable offense but she really needed to fix this with Buck, help him realize how stupid his impulsive decision to marry Tommy was. She needs to be there to offer him the same support he offered her when she finally escaped Doug.
Maddie quickly copied the address from the screen, then logged out and slipped the note into her pocket. All that was left was finding a day when everyone was off so they could go together to see Buck and try to talk some sense into him.
Welcome to June! Happy Pride Month. Also Happy Birthday Month to Oliver Stark. Which brings us to our next charity venture: Bark, Bothered, And Bewildered! Our goal this month is to raise money for shelter dogs in Oliver’s (& BuckTommy’s) honor. We’ve found a great rescue based in San Francisco called Muttville. What makes this place so unique & special is their mission is about helping senior dogs in particular. Whether it’s providing them loving care, foster homes or helping them in their final days through hospice care. This place is also the nation’s first cage-free facility. They do work with their foster program, donations and adoption events & other galas including Pride/LGBTQ+ causes. Which is a great way to tie-in to Pride Month & both Oliver’s & Lou’s love of dogs! Check out their website to find out more about their mission & ways to further help. Thanks again for your love & passion for BuckTommy & giving back in their honor ❤️🐶
my insomnia is getting worse and this came to me in the night. i can't tell you what it is or where it's going, but it compels me
Tommy would know that sound anywhere. He checked, but Evan didn't react. He probably wasn't attuned to it. Tommy wiped his hands, and moved through the house, out the door, and out to the street. The rumbling purr grew in volume, until he came around the corner and into view.
The bike came to a gentle, rolling stop. Gravel crunched under his boots. Mikey flipped up the visor, grinning. ”Hey, man.”
He looked at Mikey as if he was a stranger, tried to see what Evan would see when he laid eyes on him, but he couldn't. Looking at Mikey was like looking in a mirror. The same nose, the same jaw. Their mother's eyes. Tommy's eyes were a couple of shades lighter, just that little bit off.
Tommy hooked a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the garage. ”I made room for you. It's gonna rain later.”
”Appreciate it.” Mikey tapped the gas, turning the bike into the garage.
No, he couldn't look at Mikey and see a stranger, no matter how long they were apart. He was there when the foundation was created; knew the skeleton that held everything up. They were together when he busted his eyebrow. Tommy was with him when he decided he didn't need stitches; was with him every day, until the skin finally, finally closed and stayed that way.
Evan came out, dish towel in hand. ”Oh, he's here?”
”Just pulled up.”
They watched him together, as Mikey took off his helmet, his gloves, his neck gaiter. Evan's shoulder bumped his. ”He looks like you.”
”Yeah,” Tommy grimaced. ”Mom's genetics are strong.”
Evan turned his head. ”You look like your mom?”
”This the boyfriend?” Mikey's booming voice asked.
Tommy needlessly pointed, ”This is Evan,” as he walked over.
”Hey,” Mikey grinned. ”Michael Kinard. Call me Mikey.”
”Mikey and Tommy,” Evan smiled.
Mikey glanced his way, eyes sparkling. ”Yeah,” he said. ”Mikey and Tommy.”
”You hungry? Food's just about done.”
”Starving.”
Evan laughed, as Mikey walked in like he owned the place. He leaned in close and said, ”You have the same face.”
”I'm aware.”
Evan did a theatrical little leer. ”That's what I have to look forward to in…?”
I was tagged by @chococara25 and @sierranovembr. I'm mostly working on my super secret BT Bang, but this idea gripped me by the throat and compelled me.
Inspired by this post: S1Buck is secretly married to firechief Tommy... I've taken some liberties with the idea.
"Is everything okay at home, Buck?" Bobby's voice comes from the door of the lockers. It's gentle, with an edge of concern.
Buck wracks his brain, trying to think of anything that might give Captain Nash that impression. He hasn't been late, hasn't been reprimanded on a call. He's been completing his assigned tasks around the station with minor supervision. Nothing that would warrant any worry.
Pulling a clean shirt over his head, Buck feels the satisfying reminder of the bruise along his side and ducks his head to hide the smile it brings to his face.
Once his shirt is one and his features are under control, he turns to face Bobby, spine straight, ready for feedback. "All good. Are there any issues here? Did I miss something?"
Bobby studies him, and Buck tries not to shift under the scrutiny. Bobby's mouth forms a straight line, and his eyes look Buck up and down again "You're doing a great job here, kid. You've got a good head on your shoulders, and the making of a good firefighter. I just don't want to see anything pulling you away from that. You know you can come to me if you need anything."
The offer is strange, but appreciated. Buck has spent a long time without anyone in his corner. It's nice to know his captain is looking out for him. He's about to say something dismissive when his phone starts ringing in his locker.
His face falls, because the only reason for Tommy to call him this early is to cancel plans. Biting his lip to stifle the disappointment, Buck breathes in through his nose before taking the call with a subdued "Hey."
He turns away from Bobby to take the call, and misses the complicated expression on Bobby’s face, and the way his brow furrows in worry.
Tagging @emakataken, @chimneyschewinggum, @thecarrott, @chemistry66, @corporatebanana, @frogsinflannel, @sad-girl-hours23, @kinardnatural, @paperyowl, @leashybebes, @whizzzerbrown, @jamieroyjamieroy, and anyone else who wants to share! Love seeing what people are working on
Whenever the universe seems to be against you, rely on the person that knows how to make it warmer ❤️
Sometimes pookies come like out of nowhere, sometimes I struggle a little with them, so @v88sy thank you for your request, im so sorry for the waiting i hope you like it yayyyy🥰🥰🥰 (i still owe you one tho👀)
Kathyy the sheer fucking number of mentions of the word "egg" that I had to sift through in order to pick a section out 🤣
This is from The Calling, my weird Merfolk Tommy and Buck the body/sex creaturefolk service worker fic
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"So, hey, if this is a question you have the answer to, how long are we going to be, uh, knotted?"
Tommy inhales a little deeply like maybe he'd been dozing, and he hums and shifts, testing the knot himself a little and then settling again against him.
"A good while yet, and unfortunately not something I have any control over. There's a whole biochemical feedback process that happens on its own timeline - not exactly something you can set an egg timer for," Tommy says, huffing a faint little laugh. "Take a nap if you'd like. We'll be here another hour, maybe two, most likely."
"Hours? Jeez. That seems… I mean, I don't fucking know anything so ignore me, but that seems unnecessary."
"Mm," Tommy says, sounding distinctly amused. "The received wisdom is that it's good for bonding emotionally with your mate - which I think sounds pretty idiotic given certain significant elements of our history, but in modern times it's a nice enough idea. Practically speaking, the issue is that if I could pull out sooner, things might not stay where they're meant to. The oviposition itself is relatively quick but it takes a while for the eggs to really settle down to where they're going to implant."
"Eggs?" he half mumbles incredulously - desperately swallows the word back before it gives him away, but it's probably too late given the way he's already tensed up. He's still wrapped around Tommy's… whatever. Whatever the organ is. Is it still called a dick if it puts eggs inside people? Whatever it's called, there's no way he doesn't feel Buck's asshole attempting to pucker in panic.
Because Tommy had definitely said eggs - and implant and fertilize and -
"Evan?" Tommy shifts a little behind him, brushing his lips against his shoulder and leaning up to see his face as he says a soft, "Are you okay?"
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Send me a word and I'll post a snippet of a WIP with that word, or write you 3 new sentences if it's not in there :3
Hi Jessica!! Thank you for this you get a little bit of a linger snip because. I liked it lol and I hope you do too!!
"I only mean, that I don't want you to think I would ever be upset about finding out that a fictional version of…not-you kissed Superman. Or, anyone who wasn't me." Buck is still pouting, but he lets Tommy tug him closer and turn his head until he's looking straight into Tommy's bright blue eyes.
"Okay," Buck agrees mullishly, even if not that deep down he's pleased by Tommy's words.
"Baby," Tommy says, a little exasperated. "Why on earth would I assume something about you and me based on May's comic strip?"
"I don't know!" Buck throws his hands up. "Sorry for wanting to keep you in the loop."
"You can keep me in the loop, if it makes you feel better," Tommy concedes, moving Buck's arms until they rest on his shoulders. "As long as you know I'm not threatened by the fake version of the local hero."
"Well, that's good," Buck says jutting his chin up. "Because his cleft has nothing on yours."
Turns out I use the word "thrill" almost exclusively in the porniest scenes lmao but I finally found one that wasn't just outright smut.
Here's a bit from the sequel to Coloring Outside the Lines. This section follows on pretty immediately after this snippet too
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"It's… new," Tommy says. New enough that he's not even sure it's reasonable to consider there to be any expectation of exclusivity or a relationship in any traditional sense. Tommy's well aware that in all likelihood Evan's in it for the thrill of dating an older man, that he's enjoying the moment but as soon as the novelty wears off he'll be moving on from this particular adventure.
But there's a chance, however slight, that this isn't going to be a flash in the pan but maybe a true romantic fling, something that will last long enough to earn a worthy footnote in Evan's life story - and it turns out he's not willing to risk losing that before he's had a chance to find out.
"Okay you have got to give us more than that," Lopez groans.
"I don't," he replies evenly.
Donato though cocks a sculpted eyebrow at him and says, "Nah I'm with Ramon. Give us the deets. You haven't mentioned dating anyone the whole time you've been here."
"We were starting to think you'd decided to only fly solo," Watford says with a crude gesture that has Myers cackling.
Well. He had, actually, more or less, though he doesn't feel the need to mention that.
"Which would be okay - asexuality is a thing," Lopez hurries to say benevolently, and Donato snorts rudely and mutters, "Trust me, that's not applicable here."
He glares at her because some things need to stay where they left them at the worst gay club in west hollywood with too much tequila and the manic need to prove they were alive after a really fucking dumb near miss with death courtesy of their erstwhile Captain at the 147 fifteen years ago.
Donato just shrugs at him, unrepentant and expectant.
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Send me a word and I'll post a snippet of a WIP with that word, or write you 3 new sentences if it's not in there :3
