Currently hyper focused on 9-1-1, Heated Rivalry, The Rookie and Merlin. BuckTommy and Hollanov fan!
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this one is for @trombonechurchill who had the prompt "hmmm hmmm maybe an au where both buck and eddie take a spill at the basketball game and tommy offers to take buck home. similar things happen as canon but buck gets to be helped upstairs by Tommy's big strong arms and maybe he's a lil loopy on painkillers too."
[it's under 2000 words, guys, i swear. it's only 1,934]
Somewhere between the pickup game Tommy’d scheduled with Eddie and now, three things have happened.
One, Evan Buckley apparently hates him, judging by the way his eyes spark with ire any time he so much as looks in his direction.
Two, Tommy had wildly misjudged Evan’s friendliness as flirting because the guy is clearly, painfully straight.
And three…
Tommy is pretty sure neither of those things are true.
“Wh’ don’t you l’ke me?” Evan mumbles, voice thick, slurring every syllable like it’s all one word.
Tommy glances over.
Evan’s sprawled across the hospital bed, ER noise humming steadily in the background, one arm tugged into a sling pressed to his chest after getting yanked out of its socket and shoved back in. The morphine is doing work. His eyelids droop heavier with every blink and hauling them back open appears to be a Herculean effort if his grimace is any indication.
“What do you mean?” Tommy asks, careful.
Evan smacks his lips and shifts, wincing and grabbing for his shoulder before giving up and sinking back into the bed.
“Y’took ‘ddie in a hep…helpi…heli…” he frowns, frustrated, then gives up and spins his finger in the air like the blades of a helicopter.
Tommy’s doing his damndest not to smile but it’s a Herculean effort all on its own.
The way Evan’s so open with his feelings, the way his eyes shine like he’s grown straight from the ground itself, effortlessly beautiful only comparable to nature. He breeds a calming energy in a way Tommy can’t really explain.
“I did,” Tommy admits, stepping closer to the bed. Evan perks up – just a little – when Tommy’s within arm’s reach, hand twitching like he wants to reach out and grab onto him.
Evan shrugs and pouts, fingertips tracing against the sheets. “’nd you did karaoke,” he adds, voice thick with betrayal.
“We did,” Tommy says, softer now.
Evan’s pout grows and his brows tilt down, knitting together and creasing at the center. He’s so ridiculously endearing, even in his anger, that Tommy feels a pang in his chest that he’s the reason it’s there.
Evan opens his mouth again, then shuts it, blinking back up at Tommy. His eyes shine, just a little too bright, and Tommy doesn’t wait for that to turn into something worse.
“I wasn’t trying to come between you and Eddie,” Tommy says, dragging a chair closer and sliding into it. Evan exhales and sinks into the pillows just a little more, like Tommy sticking around settles him somehow. “And Christopher would definitely never forgive me if I tried to replace you. The kid loves you.”
Evan beams at that, head tipping down like he wants to hide his smile. Tommy wishes he wouldn’t, only wants to see it more – see the whole thing wrapped up into his cheeks where it belongs.
“Plus,” Tommy adds, leaning forward a little, “I was hoping to make it up to you. Howie said he’ll take Eddie home if I can give you a ride? Figured I owe you…”
Evan’s head snaps up so fast Tommy winces preemptively for his shoulder, but he’s nodding and the smile’s getting broader, so Tommy grins, hoping somehow the joy Evan exudes will seep into him. God knows he could use it.
“Y-Yeah,” Evan rushes. “If you don’ mind.”
“Hey, hey – easy,” Tommy says, standing as Evan starts to sit up like he’s about to sprint out of the hospital. Tommy gently nudges him back into the bed and when their skin collides it’s unlike anything else. A jolt, a warm buzz, a heady connection unfamiliar in a way that makes Tommy pause half a second longer than he should.
“We gotta wait for them to discharge you,” he says.
“Oh, s’you’re a doctor too?” Evan slurs, smirking and rolling his eyes dramatically. “Firefighter. Pilot. Army. Doctor. Figures.”
Tommy laughs under his breath and pulls the blanket up over Evan’s chest. It feels oddly intimate, tucking him in like that, but Evan doesn’t seem to mind. He just latches onto Tommy’s hand and drags it along with the blanket, like it belongs there.
Tommy doesn’t argue, instead letting Evan’s heavy eyelids finally stick closed as sleep finally wins out.
It’s three hours before he’s let loose. Another thirty minutes to make it down the ramp and into the truck, because Evan insists he’s fine right up until he nearly eats pavement every third step.
In the passenger seat, Evan tries to stay awake and fails. Tries again, fails harder.
By the third time his head drops and jerks back up, Tommy reaches into the backseat and hands him a hoodie.
“Here,” he says. “It’ll be a little bit, save your neck. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”
“Th’nks,” Evan murmurs before stuffing the hoodie under his head already half-gone again.
He’s out in under a minute, snoring softly, and Tommy turns the radio down to a low hum as he winds his way slowly towards Evan’s place.
When he pulls into the lot, it takes a hell of a lot for Tommy to reach for Evan and wake him.
He looks so peaceful like this that Tommy would rather let him sleep, lips parted, tension in his brow finally loosened, shoulders slumped where he’s curled against the seat.
Getting him upstairs is…a process.
By the time they make it to the apartment, Evan’s a little more alert but still sways every time they stop. Tommy snags his keys and lets them in, guiding Evan to where he would expect a couch to be, finding only empty space.
“You don’t have a couch?”
Evan shakes his head and huffs, “No. ‘ts a long story.”
Tommy slips him into a kitchen chair instead and starts searching for a glass in the cabinets. He pulls out Evan’s prescription and tips a couple of pills into his palm, sliding them and the full glass of water into Evan’s space.
“Take these. Do you have any ice packs?”
“Fr’zer,” Evan murmurs. He does as he’s told before slumping back in the chair, face pinched in pain.
Tommy rustles around, grabbing an ice pack and towel before turning back to Evan. “Want help getting to bed? I can grab anything you need.”
Evan nods and takes another shaky breath. “Y-Yeah th’d be…yeah.”
Tommy gives him a couple of minutes to rest, refilling his water and collecting everything in his arms. He reaches out and squeezes Evan’s good shoulder when he gets back to the table.
“Come on,” he says. “Then you can sleep until morning.”
They shuffle up the stairs one at a time, slow and careful.
“I got it,” Evan insists, immediately almost falling backward.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Tommy mutters, sliding an arm around his waist to steady him.
The thing about it is – it fits. It feels right, feels far too easy.
Like they’ve done this before. Like Tommy knows exactly how much pressure to use, exactly where to hold him so he doesn’t tip.
Tommy shakes the thought loose and re-focuses on getting Evan settled somewhere safe.
“One step at a time,” he murmurs. “No rush.”
Evan leans into him, each breath pressing him closer to Tommy’s side, humming softly. “Y’re so…” His hand presses flat against Tommy’s chest when they reach the top step.
“Strong,” he decides. “An’ beefy.”
Tommy’s been called a lot of things, but he doesn’t think beefy has made the list quite yet.
He laughs and moves Evan toward the bed. “Beefy?”
“Yeah,” Evan says, deeply serious as he drops onto it. “An’…you’re so…”
Tommy starts to adjust the pillows so Evan will be upright, pressed against them at the head of his bed. After a moment, he glances at Evan, making sure he didn’t drift off again. His eyes are glazed, cheeks rosy.
The pain meds are definitely doing their job.
“So…?”
Evan sighs and licks his lips, thinking.
“How’re you so pretty?” he asks finally. “An’ strong? Boys aren’t s’pposed to be pretty.”
Tommy pauses then smiles despite himself, heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. “Yeah?”
Evan nods like it’s obvious, already tugging off his shorts one-handed. Tommy helps him into sweats, steadying him as he grips loosely to Tommy’s shoulders.
“’nd you took ‘ddie to Vegas. And karaoke,” Evan says again, circling back like it’s important. “But I wanna do stuff with you. ‘nd look at your pretty face.”
Tommy can’t stop it, the full-throated laugh that climbs his chest and worms its way out untouched. How could he want anything to do with Tommy?
Tommy doesn’t mind saying it – he’s boring.
He does the same hobbies he always has, watches the news every night, makes sure his training hours are turned in early every year, wears work boots on dates.
And Evan is…adorable and sweet and infinitely charming. He’s so hungry to learn that it makes Tommy want to learn everything about Evan and the world around him.
“You do?”
It’s so easy between them, the rhythm of their shared touch, the way they move with one another. Instinctive and ingrained.
“’course I do,” Evan says. “’nd I kinda wanna kiss you.”
Tommy’s busy slipping Evan’s shoulder back into the sling, careful and delicate so he doesn’t feel an ounce of discomfort. The words startle him into stillness, just for a second, but he recovers quickly, kneeling and pulling a pair of socks over Evan’s bare feet.
When he finishes, he stays there, looking up.
Evan’s pout is gone and the shimmer of the sun sparks against his blue eyes and it happens before he can stop himself. Tommy doesn’t think before he moves, leaning in for a small, chaste kiss. One that feels natural and warm and every bit as peaceful as he’d imagined.
Butterflies climb up his ribs and into his chest and they stay there, just a moment longer, before Tommy pulls back, thumb brushing over Evan’s cheek.
“All you had to do was ask.”
Evan’s looking up at Tommy like he’s the last one on earth. Like the world outside has ceased to exist and this pocket of time is only for them.
“C’n we do that again?”
Tommy laughs softly, guiding him back against the pillows, adjusting them until he’s comfortable. He leans down and presses another gentle kiss to Evan’s lips and Evan hums into it, lips curling into a smile Tommy can feel more than see.
By the time Tommy pulls back, he’s already drifting, words slurring into sleep.
“Th’nks…f-for the ride. An’ the…kissing and stuff.”
Tommy smooths the blanket over Evan and holds his hand there so he can feel Evan’s breaths start to even out.
“Anytime,” he says. “I’ll call you. Take you on a date that doesn’t involve catastrophic injury.”
Evan lets out a sleepy huff of a laugh. “M’free.”
“You don’t know when I–”
“Doesn’t m’tter. I’ll be there,” Evan says, voice growing softer each word until he starts to snore again.
Tommy lingers a second longer, tucking the ice pack into place, setting the water within reach.
On his way out, he grabs a scrap of paper from the table and jots something quick, jogging up the stairs and sliding it under the glass.
Call if you need anything. Looking forward to our date.
It’s been 0 days since Evan’s last injury (let’s get a good streak going).
– Tommy
He pauses at the steps and glances back once more at Evan – soft, safe, still smiling in his sleep – and reminds himself not to fall too hard before they’ve even gone on a date.
A year or so ago I went to wood carving club with a bruised eye from my dog slamming his nose into my eyesocket and like every old lady there pulled me aside at some point to ask if my partner hit me here are some of the solutions they had in case he did.
-Replacing his vitimens with poision
- getting her brother to invite him out onto his boat and then killing him and dumping him in the ocean and saying he got drunk and fell off.
- get tboned with him in the passenger seat and then once he was in the hospital theres all kinds of easy ways to kill him like not washing my hands after a poop and then touching his wound casually.
-replacing his drink of choice with moonshine!?
- take him on a hike thats locally notorious for a rapid otter attacking hikers and once he had rabies I could just kill him any ol way and say self defense.
-One lady just cheerfully informed me she had a gun and only a few years left anyway
From the Nashville Zoo’s fb page! Here’s the petition, please please please take a moment to add your name (even if you’re not from Nashville!). If you are from Tennessee, contact your representatives and make it clear that the people do not want this data center. This is an AZA accredited zoo which is home to several species of critically endangered animals, we NEED to protect it. Make your voice heard!
ive invented (note: dubious claim) something i call the bear diet which is mostly fruits and vegetables with fish as the main protein source and something like once a month you eat a few hyperprocessed foods of your liking because that is when you, the bear, raid a dumpster in the suburbs
Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:
“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”
“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”
Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”
“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”
“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”
To celebrate Erid getting their sun back on track, Grace asks for some alcohol. There's a small amount left from the Hail Mary and Rocky offers to take it to the science Eridians to see if they can synthesise more.
“Grace want this liquid for celebration.”
“Of course.” They scan it. “You have wrong liquid. This contain compounds which are poisonous for humans.”
“Yes yes yes. Grace say humans like feeling of being slightly poisoned.”
How is no one here discussing how HBO fixed the lighting in the show so now we can actually see all the tiny details that we couldn’t before because it was so fucking dark!!! Their love confession in episode six? You can actually see their facial expressions! I’m gonna have to reheat this so many times.
Currently hyperfixated on a specific type of fic again.
If anyone has any fic recs where Shane does some sort of ad and the makeup people cover up his freckles and Ilya proceeds to have a mini meltdown… I would be forever grateful. I love the way we have all agreed that Ilya would consider covering his freckles a crime.
at one of the first birthdays shane and ilya celebrated together, shane gave ilya a star that had been named after ilya’s mother, irina. it was one of the most romantic gifts ilya had ever received.
from that moment on, whenever they stayed at the cottage and sat outside at night, curled up together in front of the fire, ilya would always find himself searching the sky as he leaned against shane’s chest.
“there,” he would murmur every single time, pointing toward the light above. “that’s our irina star.”
and whenever shane looked at him then, he knew there could never be a gift more meaningful than being allowed to share that moment with ilya. it made shane fall in love with him all over again.
I try to keep this collection up to date however with the rate of Fics being updated I fear that there are like some that I miss. If you find any not in this list you should be able to bookmark it and add it to the collection through the bookmarking portal thing. If you would like to do this I would really appreciate the help keeping my collection up to date. But obviously no pressure.
However I fear that sometimes the link doesn’t work, idk if it requires an account or what but here is a link just to bookmark list where I have these fics tagged with bookmark tags. The bookmark tag is use is Hayden Pike Critical/Bashing. Adding this tag when you bookmark a work will also add it to this list, so if you find any anti Hayden work please feel free to use this tag so that others may find and enjoy the fic.
Update: the collection now has 30 fics in it! Yay!!!!
If you see that any fics are missing that you want to be added, please go ahead and bookmark them to add them to the collection. You can do this by clicking bookmark, and in the box labeled “add to collection” putting Hayden Pike Critical/Bashing and it should find the collection. No pressure though guys. It’s just I am a busy Master’s student and so do not have the time to keep up with the insane number of fics being published to find fics to add so if you find any it would help a lot if you added them to the collection. But no pressure either.
Also I have kinda stopped adding bookmarker tags to the bookmarks since the Hayden Pike Bashing tag became official so the second link is very incomplete and so should be ignored. Sorry guys.
I try to keep this collection up to date however with the rate of Fics being updated I fear that there are like some that I miss. If you find any not in this list you should be able to bookmark it and add it to the collection through the bookmarking portal thing. If you would like to do this I would really appreciate the help keeping my collection up to date. But obviously no pressure.
However I fear that sometimes the link doesn’t work, idk if it requires an account or what but here is a link just to bookmark list where I have these fics tagged with bookmark tags. The bookmark tag is use is Hayden Pike Critical/Bashing. Adding this tag when you bookmark a work will also add it to this list, so if you find any anti Hayden work please feel free to use this tag so that others may find and enjoy the fic.
thinking about shane and ilya really getting into minecraft. desks with their computers set up in a corner side-by-side. shane gets really into building and ilya loves to mine and they reconvene to explore. every so often shane goes into the house to find dozens of chickens inside and sometimes he'll see a large penis statue outside their door made of obsidian. shane plans sappy shit like a sunset boat ride, and one day ilya shows him a secret flower garden he made that isn't as elaborate as shane's gardens but shane is still touched nonetheless. the centaurs go hey guys wanna hang out tonight and shane's like sorry we are playing minecraft and the guys are like is this a sex thing and ilya's like no shane is restructuring our farm and this is very serious and will take a long time please understand.
