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neil gaiman i hope u drown in shit i hope youre doomscrolling tumblr rn bemoaning your downfall i hope it feels so fucking bad

#he's different bc ge GENUINELY used tumblr #he*#i know he's lurking #neil gaiman

Buck finally gets the dance he missed from the wedding 😌 POST breakup/makeup

(this is a month or two after they makeup)

Buck huffed loudly, muttering under his breath, "Guess I’ll just sit here…ignored…forever."

When Tommy didn’t answer him, Buck let out another dramatic sigh, louder this time.

Tommy smirked but didn’t look up, his glasses perched on his nose, immersed in something important—a report, maybe.

"What is it, Evan?"

"Oh, nothing," Buck replied, his voice dripping with exaggerated sadness. "I’m just bored and my boyfriend won’t give me attention."

"Hmm," Tommy hummed distractedly, his eyes still fixed on his work.

Buck shifted, preparing another sigh, this one destined to be the most theatrical yet, when Tommy suddenly closed whatever he’d been working on with a decisive snap. He stood up, leaned over, and kissed the top of Buck’s head.

"Stay here, sweetheart," he murmured before walking off quickly.

Buck blinked, startled. "What? Where are you going?"

Tommy didn’t answer, disappearing into another room. Buck could hear shuffling, the clatter of something hitting the ground, and a muffled "Shit."

Curiosity piqued, Buck sat up straighter. "Tommy? What are you doing?"

"Stay there!" Tommy shouted, his voice tinged with something between excitement and nervousness.

After a few minutes of mystery noises and anticipation, Tommy returned, his hair freshly combed and his cheeks pink as if he’d splashed his face with cold water. He held out a hand to Buck, his expression both earnest and shy. "May I?"

Buck tilted his head, surprised. "What are you doing?"

Tommy smiled shyly, his blush deepening. "Humor me."

Despite his confusion, Buck took Tommy’s hand, and in one swift move, Tommy pulled him up, straightened his hoodie, and fixed Buck's messy curls. "Perfect," Tommy said softly, punctuating the word with a quick kiss, the kind that left Buck with a huge dimpled smile.

Before Buck could question him again, Tommy led him toward the kitchen. As they rounded the corner, Buck’s eyes widened in surprise. The space had been transformed in record time. The lights were dimmed, and a few candles flickered on the counter. Tommy had pushed the kitchen table aside, clearing a small area in the center.

Tommy jogged over to a small portable speaker sitting on the counter and hit play. As the opening notes filled the room, Wise Men Say, Tommy turned back to Buck with an almost boyish grin, his hand outstretched.

"May I have this dance?"

Buck’s face turned crimson. "Tommy, I’m wearing shorts and a stained hoodie."

"And you’ve never looked hotter," Tommy quipped, wiggling his fingers. "Please?"

Buck hesitated for a moment, looking down at himself, then back at Tommy. The sight of Tommy standing there, looking both determined and bashful, melted every ounce of doubt. Slowly, he reached out. The second their hands touched, Tommy pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him deeply.

When they parted, Tommy rested his forehead against Buck’s, their breaths mingling.

"You owed me a dance," Tommy said softly, his voice laced with affection.

Buck’s breath hitched as the memory of Maddie’s wedding came flooding back—the chaos and the bittersweet feeling of never getting their dance. He thought about the day he’d asked Tommy to be his date.

Then there was the day of the wedding itself, when somehow, the wedding had ended up being held in the hospital. Tommy had shown up, walking into the hospital still in his turnouts, looking tired but radiant. "sorry I’m late," he’d said simply.

That day had been perfect in its own way, but this moment, standing here in Tommy’s little kitchen, felt like it was carved out of time just for them.

Take my hand, take my whole life too...

Tommy tightened his arms around Buck, swaying them gently to the rhythm. Buck’s head rested on Tommy’s shoulder, and Tommy’s fingers traced lazy circles on Buck’s back, holding him close.

Buck closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the moment. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“Like a river flows surely to the sea… Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be...”

Buck lifted his head from Tommy’s shoulder, his blue eyes wide as he stared at him. Tommy was blushing but didn’t falter, his voice steady as he sang.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too…”

Tommy’s voice wavered slightly, and then he leaned in, his lips brushing against Buck’s ear as he sang the final lines directly to him, soft and heartfelt: “For I can’t help… falling in love with you.”

Buck’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as the words settled deep in his heart. He pulled back slightly, just enough to see Tommy’s face—flushed, shy, but undeniably full of love.

Tommy kissed his forehead, lingering just a second longer than necessary. His voice was a quiet promise, steady and sure. "Anything for you, Evan."

The song ended, but neither of them noticed when another began. They just stayed there, swaying in each other’s arms.

Buck chuckled softly, looking at Tommy. "You’re such a romantic, you know that?"

Tommy smiled, a hint of bashfulness returning. "Yeah, well, you bring it out of me."

Buck leaned, kissing him deeply, pouring every ounce of love he felt into that moment. "Don’t ever stop."

Tommy smiled against his lips. "Not a chance."

#is buck a liiitttlllee ooc? maybe but well #well not really... thats exactly how ge is with tommy 😇#he*#bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley