another 118 word drabble from a prompt from this list (thank you sazzy!)
Buck fidgets outside Tommy's front door. He should knock, right? If he leaves the post-breakup box of Tommy's stuff on the stoop, it might get stolen.
Before he can decide what to do, the door swings open. "Is that my shirt?" Buck can't help but blurt. "Why're you wearing my shirt?"
Tommy stands in the doorway, mouth agape, cheeks scruffy, eyes a little puffy. His mouth clicks closed as he looks down at his chest and crosses his arms. "It's comfy."
"Uh-huh." Buck squints. "No other reason?"
"Evan." Tommy draws himself impossibly tighter.
"I have more comfy shirts. You just gotta be my boyfriend again if you want 'em." Buck offers.
Tommy hesitates before holding open the door.
A little Buckley sibling ficlet for your enjoyment. Takes place at the end of season 8.
The lights in the hospital room were dim, shades drawn, the room quiet and peaceful. It was welcome after the whirlwind that was 8 hours of labor and everything that comes after. Though now it already felt like a hazy, distant memory.
Maddie looked over at the transparent bassinet beside her where her son slept. He’d been expertly wrapped in a tight swaddle by one of the incredible nurses. A little pink, blue, and white striped hat covered the wispy dark hair that covered his head. She reached over the side of the bassinet and let her hand rest against his warm, sleeping body, feeling an overwhelming rush of love.
Over on the windowseat, Chim was curled on his side, arms folded around himself while he slept. She looked at the way his lip curled in, identical to the tiny infant in the bassinet beside her.
If anyone had told her ten years ago that this was how her life would be, she wouldn’t have believed it. She wouldn’t have even been able to imagine it. A loving husband, two beautiful children, her brother close by, and friends that were more like family.
Her parents didn’t know yet that the baby had been born, or even that she’d gone into labor. She wanted some time before the smothering began. Her mom would probably get that hurt, victimy look she always got but Maddie would rather have the guilt than her mother’s presence any time soon.
Buck knew. Chim had kept Buck up to date as labor progressed and Buck relayed it to everyone else.
She remembered the day Buck was born. His birth had brought such a sense of hope to her parents. To Maddie, he was another brother to love. She remembered visiting her mom in the hospital, looking through the glass at the rows of babies until she found Buckley, Evan. He’d been easy to pick out once she’d noticed his birthmark.
She’d watched him through the nursery window as long as she could. He’d been so wiggly. He’d lost his hat and broken out of his swaddle twice in the time she’d watched.
Maddie wondered now if the nurse who’d swaddled her son could have swaddled Buck tight enough to stay put.
She picked up her phone and sent Buck a quick text before she closed her eyes to take a short nap.
***
Buck knocked on the door to Maddie’s hospital room, flowers and a mylar balloon in one hand, a grease stained bag of fast food in the other.
Maddie had texted, saying she wasn’t ready for a lot of visitors, but that he could come by as long as he brought her a cheeseburger and fries. He was more than happy to oblige.
Usually their roles were reversed and Maddie was the one coming to see him in the hospital. And never for something good.
Maddie had always been the one taking care of him. Everything from scraped knees and broken arms to recovering after being struck by lightning. She’d been there for him his entire life like no one else had. Just like he tried to be there for her.
Sometimes it felt like it was the two of them against the world, pinkies linked together in solidarity.
Maddie was laying in the hospital bed with a tired, but happy expression on her face. He set the vase of flowers down, the balloon tied around it, set the bag of food beside it, and went right to her. She reached out a hand and he took it, held it in both of his. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then sat on the edge of her bed.
“Hey. You look great. How are you feeling?”
Maddie let out a tired laugh. “I look awful.”
“You don’t,” he said, and he meant it. She had a beautiful glow around her. “How are you feeling?” he asked again.
“Exhausted, but happy,” she said, her smile unwavering, then she glanced over toward the bag he’d brought. “Even happier if that’s a cheeseburger.”
“It is,” Buck said with some amount of pride. He pulled over her tray table then arranged the food on it for her. “I got some for Chim too, is he around?”
“He’s on the phone with his Dad,” Maddie explained, taking a big, satisfying bite of her burger. “God this is good,” she sighed.
“Well, if you want another you can eat his. We won’t tell him,” Buck said conspiratorially.
Maddie laughed then ate a few fries. She nodded to the bassinet and Buck looked over, noticing it for the first time.
“You wanna see your nephew?” she asked.
“Later,” Buck said, turning back to Maddie with a soft smile. “I’m here to see my sister.”
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Some buddietommy pet ownership scribbles below for you @nzchance!
1. Maybe they were all feeling empty-nesty now that Chris was out of the house, but one night over dinner they decided they should get a pet. Well, Buck had been wanting a pet for a long time, but finally convinced the other two to get onboard. Tommy thought they should start with something small and easy, that wouldn’t have trouble with them being gone for long shifts. This was how they ended up with a cute little box turtle. There was a bit of arguing about the name because, well, they all had a different favorite Ninja Turtle. Buck’s favorite was Michaelangelo. Tommy liked Raphael. Eddie preferred Leonardo. Then Buck felt sorry for Donatello and argued for that for a while, just to be fair. Ultimately they named the turtle Ooze and walked away from the conversation with a great idea for Halloween costumes that year.
It was fun at first. They got his little tank set up. Buck did a lot of research about it, wanting to give Ooze the optimal living conditions and enough enrichment to keep his little turtle brain active. They’d sit and watch him doing his thing, basking under his light, eating his lettuce. But there was only so much interaction you could have with a turtle. Even a turtle as awesome as Ooze.
2. “What about a guinea pig?” Buck suggested one day while he was carefully cleaning Ooze’s tank while Tommy and Eddie kept an eye on the turtle while he slowly meandered around in the grass.
“A giant rodent? No thanks,” Tommy said, sticking his leg out as a barrier so Ooze couldn’t wander too far.
“It would be more interactive than Ooze,” Buck argued, then looked over at the turtle apologetically. “Sorry dude.”
“Can we name it Splinter?” Eddie asked.
And so, Master Splinter was adopted from LA County Animal Shelter. He had short fluffy hair that stuck out like he’d licked a light socket and he was very cute. Until the first night when Buck and Eddie were fooling around on the couch and Splinter decided to squeak. Nonstop. Loudly. And only when things were getting good and heated up. Maybe it was something about the moaning that set him off…
“Kinda killing the mood, man,” Eddie said, glaring over at Splinter’s cage.
“Let’s just go back to the bedroom and close the door,” Buck said.
Eddie grumbled to himself, because this was supposed to be one of the perks of having no kid in the house.
Luckily, Tommy had a friend who was in the market for a classroom pet, so Splinter found a happier home with a bunch of first graders. The class voted and renamed him Marshmallow. They were sent many pictures of Marshmallow’s adventures. He definitely seemed happier there.
3. “What about a rabbit?”
“No,” Eddie and Tommy said in unison.
“I saw some TikToks about people who had their bunny out of the cage, hopping around the house. They basically litterbox trained it. It was so cute!”
Eddie busied himself sipping his coffee so he didn’t have to say no again and Tommy gave him a dirty look. And then somehow they found themselves at the rescue again.
They should have known they were tempting fate by naming the rabbit Master Shredder. In the first day, she chewed the spines of Tommy’s paperback books that he had on the bottom shelf in the living room and tore one book to bits, chewed through a lamp cord (and by some miracle did not electrocute herself), and pooped pretty much everywhere she hopped.
Shredder was quickly relegated to her hutch and she made sure to thump her displeasure about it.
“She’s miserable,” Buck said a few weeks later, handing her a baby carrot before closing the door to her hutch again.
Tommy sighed. “I know, but she has to stay in there.”
Eddie walked in wearing nothing but a pair of cut off jean shorts, covered in sweat and smelling like fresh cut grass. That quickly pulled their attention.
“Hey,” he said before taking a big swig of iced tea, carelessly enough that a little ran down his chin. Tommy and Buck followed it like cats with a laser pointer. “So, I was talking to Betty next door and she said her granddaughter just joined a 4H group that shows rabbits. I know we love Splinter-”
“Speak for yourself,” Tommy muttered, still bitter about his books.
“Anyway,” Eddie continued, wiping some sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand. “It sounds like her granddaughter is in the market for a rabbit of her own…”
And so Splinter went off to live with Betty and Frank’s adorable granddaughter Becky. She renamed her Princess Buttercup. Buck, Eddie, and Tommy went to the county fair to see Becky show her. She did a great job.
4. “I can’t believe you guys decided to get a pet after I moved out,” Chris said, sitting next to Ooze’s tank watching him bask on his rock.
“You always asked for a dog,” Eddie pointed out. “There was no way we could make that work. Plus, you got to play with Gus a lot.”
Gus was the German Shepherd who lived next door.
“What pet are you going to try next?” Chris asked Buck, who was sitting next to him while they turtlewatched.
“We’re taking a little break,” Buck sighed.
“You should get a bird!” Chris said. “Birds are cool.”
“No,” Buck said quickly, to everyone’s surprise.
“Really?” Tommy asked, looking up from the book he was reading. A book with a completely chewed up spine, but enough was left to hold the pages together.
“Birds…freak me out. I don’t want one flying around in our house.”
“They’re usually in cages,” Chris pointed out.
“Yeah, but then that’s too sad. Birds should fly. Just…not near me.”
“What about a chicken? They don’t fly,” Chris said, then looked over at Tommy with a grin.
Tommy gave him an unamused look. “Chim should have never told you that story.”
5. “I know we said we were going to pause on pets for a little bit but…” Buck said while the three of them were in a heap on the bed - breathless, naked, and sated.
“Did you purposely wait until this moment to bring this up?” Tommy asked dryly.
“No,” Buck insisted, trying not to smile because she was a little shit and absolutely did.
Eddie laughed and kissed whatever was closest to him, which happened to be Buck’s ankle. “What do you want now?”
“A cat. We’d have to put a lid on Ooze’s tank but…it would be fine when we’re gone on our shifts. We wouldn’t have to let it out or walk it like a dog. I don’t think any of us are allergic, we’ve been around cats before.”
Tommy shifted around to look up at Buck, his head resting on his stomach. “I think that could work, actually. As long as it doesn’t destroy anything.”
“And it actually uses the litter box,” Eddie added.
Buck moved around and both Tommy and Eddie grunted in protest at having to move too. But eventually they all ended up sitting against the headboard, huddled together to look at available cats on the animal shelter website.
They went to the shelter the next day to meet a few, then fell in love with a bonded pair named Ketchup and Mustard. They agreed it was probably a good idea to get two, so they could keep each other company.
And so, Ketchup and Mustard came to live at the Buckley-Diaz-Kinard house. They were promptly renamed April O’Neil and Casey Jones, because they had to see the Ninja Turtles theme through to the end. Plus, it was adorable.
They bought a nice big cat tree, a couple cat beds, lots of things to scratch.
April and Casey were a little timid at first and spent a lot of time hiding under the bed in Christopher’s old room. April was the braver of the two and she ventured out first. The guys tried to play it cool and not scare her, but they were all so excited. Soon they were playing with her and rolling a toy around for her to chase. Eddie took about a million pictures of her while she played, then when she took a nap in a sunny spot in the middle of the floor.
The next day Casey came out to see what he was missing out on.
Buck, Eddie, and Tommy adored their cats. Their group text thread was full of pictures and videos of the cats shared with each other.
When Chris was over for dinner he complained that he’d been replaced, then spent most of the evening with one or both of the cats on his lap, purring while he pet them.
Casey was the more timid of the two and a lot more chill. April liked to instigate, pawing at Casey until he’d play fight with her. The cats mostly ignored Ooze. Sometimes April would watch him, paw at the glass a little, but otherwise left the guy alone to live his best turtle life.
By some miracle they never scratched the furniture or anything they weren’t supposed to, they always used their litterboxes, and if the adult humans in the house started to get a little frisky with each other, they were completely disinterested and just walked away and slept on Christopher’s empty bed.
“I think we should build a catio,” Eddie said, his legs draped over Tommy’s lap while they lounged on their outdoor couch on the back patio.
“A what?”
Eddie handed his phone to Tommy to look at the website he’d been looking at with different designs.
“Doesn’t look too complicated,” Tommy said while he scrolled.
They decided to surprise Buck with the catio. They got Maddie in on it and she invited Buck to spend the day with her and the kids - going to the zoo then spending some time back at her house after.
When Buck came home, equally exhausted and energized after a day with his niblings, Tommy and Eddie brought him outside and showed him their work.
He was so excited.
They put the cats in and, as was typical, Casey was a little unsure. April ventured around, jumped up on the little landing spots and perches. Then once she’d done the full inspection, Casey checked it out too.
They all stayed outside, watching the cats until the sun started to set and they moved the cats back inside.
Buck, Eddie, and Tommy got cozy on the couch to watch a few episodes of British Bake-Off before bed. April hopped up onto Buck’s lap and curled up while Casey lay on Tommy’s thigh, his head on Eddie’s thigh, which was right up against Tommy’s.
just some chim & buck spec for the episode tonight (9x14). angsty but hopeful. 💕
[wc: 1449]
There’s a familiar jingle-turned-knock at the front door just as Buck finishes his dinner, so he stacks his plate in the sink before he makes his way over. He isn’t expecting anyone – not that he should be surprised by visitors.
After the lightning strike, he learned quickly that people keep an eye on him when things go sideways. And after the road trip? Yeah. There’s no way Maddie isn’t coordinating some kind of unofficial watch schedule.
Sure enough, Chim’s gum pops when Buck peers through the peephole, a grin not far behind it. The door swings open and Chim doesn’t hesitate, slipping past Buck into the house like he owns it. Bags hang from both shoulders, overloaded with takeout containers, ice packs, and tea boxes heaping over the edge.
“Come on in,” Buck mutters, shutting the door with a soft click that feels louder than it should. “You do know I can cook, right? That everything’s, uh – healed?”
He doesn’t bother following Chim, veering toward the couch instead. He lowers himself carefully, and even though he won’t admit it, his ribs still ache with every breath. It’s manageable. Nothing compared to the restless, circling thoughts that haven’t let him sleep since he woke up in Derek’s childhood bedroom with his mom hovering, grief refusing to let her go, like Buck was just…a placeholder.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Chim calls, cabinets opening and slamming in quick succession. The fridge hums as he shuffles things around, sliding food inside. Reorganizing like Buck’s a ghost, haunting his own house. Like he doesn’t have a say.
When he reappears in the doorway, he leans against it, arms crossed, eyes tracking Buck’s too-careful movements. “Don’t forget, I’m your captain now, Buck. I’m the one who gets the med clearance.”
Buck rolls his eyes but caves quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks.”
The kettle’s already boiling. The sudden noise – sharp, shrill whistling that rings and echoes in his hears – startles Buck enough he jolts, muscles tightening even as it leaves a ripple of pain behind. His pulse spikes, a hot, dizzying rush that leaves him blinking.
If Chim notices, he doesn’t bother to mention, and Buck’s grateful for it.
He presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth, grounding himself, but his gaze drifts, flickers back to the door. The lock. Did he–?
He did. He knows he did. Buck remembers locking the door, can see the image of his fingers flicking the deadbolt right after Chim came inside. Besides, he has the key – can feel it in his pocket. He can get out if he needs to.
He installed cameras when they got back, maybe he should check them. Just to be safe.
His chest tightens. The room feels smaller, the air a little thinner.
It’s just Chim.
There’s no reason to–
“Buck?”
Buck blinks hard, refocusing, dragging himself back. Chimney’s somehow moved from the kitchen and is standing by the couch, piping hot tea at the ready.
“So-sorry,” Buck says, reaching for the mug with both hands. It’s hot but it doesn’t matter, the tinge of a burn keeps him in the present. He inhales the steam wafting from the rim, lets it fill his lungs even as he shudders. “Thanks.”
Chim plops down on the opposite end of the couch, tucking his leg beneath himself, relaxing into the cushions. “Maddie swears by this stuff,” he says, nodding at the mug. “Claims it helps ‘lower anxiety and soothe feelings of unease.’ Whatever that means.”
Buck huffs a laugh, chest tight. He’s been feeling…off since the abduction. Unease is one way to put it.
It’s nothing he can’t handle, nothing he hasn’t seen before. He’s been swallowed by a tsunami, struck by lightning, crushed by a firetruck. This? This is nothing.
He can handle it.
“I’m fine,” he says maybe a little too fast, hoping the words build truth as they land. “You guys don’t h-have to worry about me. I’ve got it under control.”
Maybe if he says it enough, he can trick himself into believing it, too.
“You know Maddie,” Chim says with a shrug. “She’s your sister, man. Of course she’s gonna worry.”
The words are casual enough, and Chim is just this side of teasing, voice light. Buck knows what he’s doing – he’s always been playful in a way that spells caring. Something between Buck’s ribs twists anyways, tightness growing jagged. Grating in a way he doesn’t expect.
He doesn’t need this. Doesn’t need anyone else, hovering, watching for cracks. He’s been chewed up, spit out, left for dead more times than he can count. He’s strong enough to survive some low-level kidnapping and bruised ribs without the pity of his team. They’ve suffered, too.
“I’ve been through worse,” Buck says, voice rougher. He tightens his grip on the mug, hopes the burn leaves something tangible behind. “You don’t have to baby me.”
“You’ve been through better,” Chim counters, leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees. “Nobody thinks you’re a baby. Or that you’re weak, or incapable or…whatever you’re telling yourself.”
The words land wrong. Or maybe they land too right.
“Yeah, exactly!” Buck snaps, rising in frustration, pushing up so fast his head spins. His heart is racing, pounding too fast and too loud in the tiny living room where he paces, sharp and restless. “I’m not weak or incapable – and I’m not getting benched again because o-of some crazy bitch who can’t move on!”
Chim straightens, hands coming up slightly. “Woah–hey, Buck. Nobody said–”
“And I wasn’t the one drinking myself into a stupor on the roof of the firehouse when Bobby died – o-or jumping off a bridge, or flying off into space.” The words tumble out, faster now, tripping one over the other. His voice rises with them, cracks under the pressure. His chest burns and so do his eyes as tears start to blur his vision.
Chim inhales and scrubs a hand down his face. “I didn’t–”
“If anyone in this firehouse is fine, it’s me!” Buck presses on, hands shaking. “I’ve been training Harry, picking up extra shifts, babysitting your kids,” he points, accusatory, the motion jerky, unsteady. “Bobby said you guys would need me, and he was right. I already dealt with a mom that wanted me to be her dead son once. What’s another one?!”
Silence follows, thick and heavy.
As soon as the words come out, Buck feels sick. His breathing is ragged, uneven, ribs aching as adrenaline fades. Heat floods his face, then drains away, leaving him cold like the mug he abandoned at some point on the coffee table.
“Do they…” His voice is quieter now, barely there. He swallows, throat tight. “Do they wish I was him?”
Chim’s gaze snaps back to his, painful moments spilled across his face. For a moment, neither of them speaks and they just stare, sharing space.
There’s so much sitting between them. Parents who failed them in different ways, ghosts that still linger, names they don’t say unless they have to. Doug, Amber, Bonnie.
“I don’t,” Chim says finally. It’s so simple, but so certain.
Buck’s cheeks are wet with tears he hadn’t realized were falling.
“Nobody’s ever wanted me. No-not really,” Buck can’t stop the words now that they’ve escaped. Now that Chim’s here and waiting, nothing but love and support in his eyes. “The universe has been trying to take me out for a while, Chim…I-I was ready to let it. To give up.”
“But you didn’t.”
Chim’s on his feet now, closing the distance between them. His hand reaches out, hesitates as Buck flinches on instinct. He breathes, forces himself to stay still.
It’s Chim. He’s safe.
“But you didn’t,” Chim repeats, gentler this time. “And I want you, Buck. At my station. In my family.” His voice steadies, stronger now. “Maddie does. Eddie, Hen, Ravi, Harry. We all do.”
Buck’s heard it before, he has. But now, with Bobby gone and the years they’ve put into this relationship and this family – it means something different.
From Chim, it always has. With everything they’ve lost and everything they’ve held onto anyway, it lands differently. A bond formed in brotherhood long before he was married to Buck’s sister.
Chim pulls him into a hug before Buck can overthink it, and this time he doesn’t resist. The tension snaps, everything he’s been holding in crumbling as sobs tear free and his shoulders shake. Bobby dying, Tommy leaving, Eddie moving to El Paso.
Chim’s been there through it all. He’s always been there.
Buck sinks into the hug, folding his arms around Chim and holding tight, finally letting go, knowing no matter what, he’ll always have his family at his side.
Technically, when I was tagged by @corporatebanana it was for Motivational Mutt Monday 🐶 I don’t have anything that matches the exact spirit of that - but I did make a dog reference in the chapter of my half-buddietommy, half-eddie/shannon/pfc greggs WIP.
This section is from an upcoming buddietommy chapter:
Eddie sometimes forgot that Hen and Chim had been there, too.
So, if anyone was going to have a problem with Eddie swooping in to make plans to watch fights and work on engines and, frankly, just enjoy a refreshing and easygoing.. bromance.. - as he’d heard Hen call it - with Tommy, it shoulda been Hen or Chim.
And yet..
That didn’t seem to be the problem.
The problem was flailing among them, bouncing a basketball with a level of increasing aggression that was inversely proportional to his skill - and pouting like the family dog, left out in the rain.
Eddie swore, to take the family dog metaphor further, Buck should have been wearing one of those harnesses advertising him as anxious.
He was clearly upset.
But.. like, what the hell? Buck didn’t even like basketball! He had barely gotten to know Tommy, so it didn’t make sense for him to be mad about being left out of hanging out with him.
A fleeting and fluttery feeling passed through Eddie’s gut as he considered that it also didn’t exactly make sense that it could be about himself..
Like.. would Buck actually get this irrationally upset about him having a new friend?
“Hey, doll!” Sal’s favorite server greeted him. “You brought a friend?”
Sal snorted. Embarrassed at the way that that made it seem like he had no friends. Which, well..
“Don’t act all surprised,” Sal said, feeling surprisingly shy about all this. “Kelly, this is Tommy. Tommy, Kelly.”
“Nice to meet you,” Tommy told her. All charming, like he always was.
“You just visiting, Tommy?”
Tommy looked to Sal like he expected him to answer for him. Like he suddenly didn’t know if he lived in LA or was passing through?
“I like to think I’m sticking around,” Tommy told her, without taking his eyes off of Sal.
“Say no more, fellas. I’ll leave you alone for a few minutes.”
Kelly poured them a couple coffees and left them with their menus.
Sal didn’t need a few minutes with the menu. All he ever never to know when he came here was whether he was in the mood for breakfast or lunch. He had his go to orders for both.
“The Reuben is really good here. The corned beef is super thin.”
Sal noticed Tommy looking him over more than the menu.
“We’re really, really fucking stubborn,” Tommy said.
“Not exactly news there.”
“We stayed together way too long,” Tommy mused.
“That’s because *you* shoulda kicked my ass to the curb sooner.”
“And then we stayed apart way too long..”
“That’s because *you* shoulda taken me back sooner,” Sal said with a smirk.
Tommy frowned.
Sal felt bad about that.
Tommy had been willing to do whatever it took for them to be together; never wanted to be apart - and Sal had practically forced him, the way he was back there. Desperately clinging to his anger issues and closeted lifestyle.
Even among their friends.
Even among their queer friends.
“I’m fucking with you, T. Obviously both things are my fault.”
“We’re done digging that shit up, okay? Supposed to be new me meeting new you. Right?”
When Kelly came back Tommy took Sal’s suggestion of a Reuben, and Sal ordered a Greek omelet.
“So..” Sal said when they were alone again. “Does the new you drink as much as you did last night all the time?”
Tommy snorted. “If he did, maybe he would’ve handled it better.”
“You always were a cheap date,” Sal said with a grin.
“I was just feeling sorry for myself,” Tommy explained. “But it’s hard to be embarrassed about that when it led to us being here together.”
Their food arrived and they eased into comfortable conversation. Trying to fill in the gaps between what they knew about each other’s past eight years.
“I wanna order you some dessert to go,” Sal told Tommy after their meal. “They got all kinds of pies.”
“You remember my sweet tooth, huh?”
“It’s fucking adorable.”
Tommy laughed. “Okay. Sure. I’ll bring a slice home.”
“I’ll have Kell add it to the bill.”
Tommy took a deep breath. Like he’d had the weight of the world on his shoulders trying to decide if he was going to take Sal up on his pie-to-go offer.
“What?” Sal asked.
“I just.. I keep thinking that this thing between us needs to be done right. You know?”
Sal sat back a little. Wondering what he’d done to make Tommy feel pressured.
“Nah, I get it, T. Take it slow and all that. I’ll go at whatever pace you want me. As long as.. you know.. you *want me*. Even if it’s just.. lunchtime diner dates for a while. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Thanks, Tory,” Tommy told him. “But be louder part of me is absolutely screaming. About how I always take to long to decide the important things. Dragging out our breakup. Dragging out our reconciliation.”
Sal raised an eyebrow.
“I want you to come home with me almost as bad as I want that pie to come home with me.”
Sal’s heart sped up, and he couldn’t pay the bill fast enough.
when you write fanfic you touch as many lives as traditionally published authors btw. sometimes many many more and in much more meaningful ways. in case you need to hear it today
