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I Saw My Uncle Kissing Santa Claus

"You really gotta tell him man," Tommy hears Howie's voice coming into the kitchen from the hall. He's about to come in, but the answering voice makes Tommy stop.

"I know," Evan says, sounding odd. "I can't keep this a secret for much longer, it will just make things awkward for Tommy. He needs to be prepared for whats to come."

Tommy's brows furrow at that, and his palms feel sweaty all the sudden-

Things were going good between them, slow sure, but better then it was before. Stronger. This is their first Christmas together since their last one was spent apart and Tommy-

Is overthinking.

Tommy steps into the kitchen then and is met with two identical looks of surprise.

He's been caught.

"No time like the present, hey Buck," Howie grins as he claps Buck on the back before walking past Tommy. Howie then winks at Tommy, and any thoughts he had to worry melt away.

"You know you should really be the one to tell him-" Evan starts but Howie interupts him.

"You owe me big time, good luck, thank you!" Howie sing songs before he's stepping out of the kitchen, leaving a pouting Evan behind.

Tommy decides he just has to kiss that pout and Evan smiles against his lips before grabbing at Tommy's waist and bringing him in for a deeper kiss.

"You're-" A kiss. "Stalling."

"Okay," Evan admits. "I have something to tell you, and ah - I guess, I guess ask of you to." He starts, rambling. "And it-it's kinda cute?"

"Cute?" Tommy asks, raises a brow. "What-"

"Jee thinks you're Santa." Evan blurts out and Tommy's eyes widen.

Out of all the things he expected, that wasn't one of them.

"She. Thinks. I'm. Santa."

"Yup." Evan pops the 'p' at the end.

"Um, why?" Tommy asks, and he's leaning against the counter now, confused at the turn of events.

"She has a list," Evan says and he pulls it out of his pocket to present it to Tommy. The piece of paper has Jee-Yun all over it, from the stickers of every genre to the glittery writing. It makes Tommy smile when he looks at it.

"Why Tommy is Santa-" Evan starts and he clears his throat, being a little dramatic.

"One. He flies." Evan starts and Tommy nods his head.

"I do fly-"

"And so does Santa," Evan pokes at Tommy's chest. "Can I continue?" Tommy makes a motion to do so, and Evan lifts the list off again to read it off.

"Two. Tommy took us to see reindeer, and Santa has reindeer." That was true, Tommy knew a guy who worked for the zoo and was on a team that was rehibiliating some reindeer. Tommy had taken Jee and Evan there a few weeks ago.

"Three. He has a long red coat." That one was a stretch, but Tommy wouldn't argue against it. He had a long wool coat for when he camps out in the mountains, and it was indeed red, though it was a more muted shade then he thought Santa would wear. Jee had seen it last week when she had been over for the night with her brother to give Maddie and Howie a night off.

"Four - and this is where it gets cute," Evan says, completely fond of both his niece and his boyfriend. "He has a big smile and he laughs and makes people happy."

"That's sweet," Tommy says, blushing. He ducks his head and Evan steps closer into his bubble, wrapping his arms around Tommy.

"There's more, like how you always remember what kind of gifts people want and ah-" Evan pauses briefly something that happens sometimes whenever their breakup came into the conversation. "You were gone last Christmas, and I think she thought you were busy."

"Being Santa." Tommy huffs, shakes his head. "Better than what actually happened."

They've talked about it, how Tommy threw himself into work to cope with everything. It wasn't healthy, but he's working on it.

Evan nods his head and the hand on Tommy's waist squeezes.

"She still believes," Evan says. "And with the baby this year, I think she feels a little left out. So when they got into Christmas folklore at school, I think she latched onto the idea that you were Santa. It's why she's been so shy today."

"Okay," Tommy nods his head. He gets it. Believing in something when things were a little difficult could get you through hard times. His old man had told him the truth about Santa when he had been young, and Tommy didn't have that little bit of Christmas magic growing up.

"Do you want me to tell her I'm not?" Tommy asks, undure what they should do here. Evan shakes his head then and Tommy relaxes.

"Chimney and Maddie want to talk to her about it, they just didn't want you to think she was ignoring you-" Evan grins. "I think she's trying to be on the good list. I've never seen her room so clean."

Tommy huffs out a laugh at that. He had thought it was a little strange that Jee hadn't come running to them for a hug when they came, but he figured that she was just being quiet for her brother's sake.

"And what list are you on?" Tommy asks Evan, voice low as his eyes dart over Evan. The other man snorts out a laugh then before he pulls Tommy in for a kiss.

"I think I've been on the good list, Santa-" Evan whispers in Tommy's ear.

Tommy tries.

He really does, but he lasts about two seconds before he bursts into laughter. Evan joins him then, and it feels good, laughing with his boyfriend.

"Uncle Buck?" Tommy hears, and he sees the very person they were talking about coming into the kitchen. "Can we play cowboys and princesses and aliens?" She asks and Evan straightens away from Tommy and he gestures as if he's wearing a cowboy hat, tipping it to Jee and the girl giggles in return.

"I reckon the Princess Cowboys have a lot to do before Christmas Evan tomorrow." Evan says in an exxagerated southern accent.

Tommy is completely charmed by him.

"Are you too busy to play Uncle Tommy?" Jee asks and Tommy feels like his heart skips a beat.

That was the first time Jee has ever called him 'Uncle.'

"Yeah, that sounds fun. Can I be a Princess?" Tommy asks and follows Jee and Evan back into the living area.

He prefers Unlce to Santa, anyday.

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this AU has been floating around in my head for months where Buck is a dog groomer, and Tommy has a service dog that needs a hair cut

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The sign says closed, but Tommy pushes past into the darkened front office. There's light coming from the back, illuminating the front reception area just enough that Tommy has no trouble seeing. There's some music playing as well, a song Tommy doesn't know well but could hum along to the memory.

There's a tug from his arm, and Tommy scratches at Charlie's ears before bending down to unclip her leash. She isn't on duty right now, but still, she sits at his side, waiting for permission to go.

"Go on," Tommy says with a smile, and Charlie goes off into another room. Tommy follows at a slower pace. This is the third time that Evan has allowed them to come in after hours, and Tommy appreciates how much calmer everything is.

When he gets into the grooming room, Evan is sitting on the ground with Charlie between his legs, giving his dog a lot of well deserved attention. Charlie is on her back, paws in the air, tail wagging enthusiastically as she takes in Evan's attention. Briefly, Tommy entertains his desire of wishing Evan would give him all of his attention as well, but Tommy pushes those feelings aside. Charlie adores Evan, and Tommy doesn't want to take that relationship away from her.

"-the most beautiful girl in the whole world," Evan is gushing, his hands in Charlie's thick fur. He looks up when Tommy comes in, and his smile is just as bright for Tommy as it is for Charlie.

"And how is her owner?" Evan asks and Tommy feels like he has to catch his breath under Evan's attention. "Not the most beautiful girl in the whole wolrd, but I'm okay," Tommy lightly teases and he's rewarded with Evan laughing slightly, the sound warming Tommy up. He looks away, noticing the bandanas hanging up on the other side of the wall. They're all tye-dyed by volunteers for when Evan does free grooming for local shelters to help adopt out some dogs. Evan does a few himself and gives them out to his clients.

He wonders what color Charlie is coming home with.

"Thanks again for the after hours," Tommy says. It's Charlie's fourth appointment with Evan total and her second one after hours, the accomodation more for Tommy then Evan. Tommy tries to make it up to Evan by leaving a large tip that he knows goes straight to the volunteer work anyways.

"It's not a problem," Evan says and he gets up on the floor to the tub. Charlie follows and hops in without further instruction and Evan pets her down on the side, complimenting her again. The rest of the appointment goes with Tommy sitting at the shair while Evan gives Charlie what he calls the "princess treatment" and Tommy smiles at the commentary. Evan takes a few photos for his page and promises to send them to Tommy as well.

All the while they chat about their days, more Evan then Tommy, but it puts Tommy at ease and he appreciates just how easy it is to be around Evan.

Soon - too soon, it's over and Tommy is grabbing Charlie's leash and admiring the beautiul green bandana that Evan had set aside just for Charlie, and he's ready to say leave-

"Hey so, I was thinking," Evan says as he finishes up Charlie's paperwork. "There's this new hiking trail that I've been on a few times, and I think that ah- that Charlie would like it," Evan ducks his head before looking back at Tommy with his bright blue eyes. "And well, you too."

"I like hiking," Tommy says and internally he winces.

Smooth Kinard, real smooth.

But Evan's smile grows and Tommy can't help but return it.

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bucktommy: 'i don't think you realize how much you mean to me'

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have a snippet from my bucktommy gargoyles au

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Buck's hand meets stone, and he looks at Tommy's carved features, frozen in agony, waiting for the sun to rise.

They'll never see each other again.

"You won't see me again when this is all over," Buck apologizes, already feeling the part of himself that belonged to him start to fade, the memory of Puck getting stronger. It was a trade, Buck's life for Tommy's.

His fingers trace Tommy's features, across his familiar cleft to his strong cheekbones, the stone cold beneath his fingertips, lifeless in the way it was always during the day. Tommy was frozen, reaching out for Buck, begging him not to go through with the spell -

To save him, Buck had used daylight, freezing Tommy before he could hurt himself.

*I promise you, the spell will change, the curse won't leave him vulnerable, in daylight he will be safe* A voice that was his own, but wasn't says to him and Buck nods his head.

With one last touch, Buck raises himself on tiptoes and lays a gentle kiss on Tommy's cheek. A tear is the only thing he leaves behind.

Come sunset, Tommy wakes alone.

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"hate me" + bucktommy pls mwah 😌💖

Buck thought he could do this, see Tommy again and not be angry. But his ex is sitting at the back of the 118 ambulance, getting stitches from Chimney and Buck feels like his blood is boiling.

He should walk away.

Buck should just let it go, let Tommy go away and continue on with his life, just as Tommy wanted.

"Tommy-" Buck growls out, stalking forward. He hears Chimney mumble something to Tommy who is looking at him warily, before he squeezes Tommy's shoulder and leaves them be.

"Buck-" "What was that?" Buck hisses out and Tommy winces, looking away from him and back at what's left of the fire that their stations had both been called to. Buck crosses the arms over his chest and stares Tommy down. Tommy could be stubborn, that wouldn't have changed in the four months that they've been broken up, but Buck was positive he could out stubborn his ex.

"I did what I had to do-" Tommy tries, but Buck isn't having it.

"You got hurt!" Buck exclaims, gesturing to the fresh bandage on Tommy's arm where a piece of beam had fallen on him, going through his turn outs and giving Tommy a nasty gash that needed stitches.

The beam that would have hit Buck if Tommy hadn't pushed him out of the way.

"It happens," Tommy defends himself, but his voice is subdued. Buck huffs, but unlike Tommy who is looking away from him again, Buck takes his fill of the other man. The first thing he notices beyond the obvious injuries and the soot from their fire is that Tommy looks tired. Exhausted actually. The furrow from between his brows looks pained, and the bags under his eyes are dark against his pale skin. He's sharper too, like he's lost some weight.

Buck deflates a little, his righteous anger from earlier dwindling down to the fear he felt when he saw Tommy get downed by the beam.

The man did save his life.

"I'll get checked out at the hospital and go home, sleep it off." Tommy says and he starts to get up and what little color on his face goes away as he wraps his arm around his ribs.

"Sit down," Buck says and Tommy doesn't even fight him.

Sighing, Buck steps forward and gingerly lifts Tommy's arm to inspect what he believes now to be some bruised ribs at the very least.

"You don't have to stay," Tommy says. "No one would blame you. I can go back with my station."

"If you wanted that you shouldn't have risked your life for mine," Buck says, voice snipping. Tommy looks away again and Buck sighs. "I'm sorry-" "Don't." Tommy says, voice steely. "Don't apologize Evan,"

"So it's Evan again?" Buck says and Tommy huffs.

They're at an impasse.

"Look just-" Buck starts at the same time that Tommy says,

"You don't have to care."

Buck blinks, stepping back, and looks at Tommy with wide eyes, hurt by what he just said.

"Of couse I care," Buck says. "You got hurt Tommy, even if it wasn't for me I would still care."

"I'm the one who walked away- you, you shouldn't care about me anymore." Tommy says and his tone is carefully controlled, sounding like it did the last time they talked four months ago.

Buck knows this is how Tommy sounds before he runs away.

"Well if I can't care for you, what should I do?" Buck asks, ducking his head to get a better look at Tommy's expression. Tommy catches it and looks up, and Buck sees the cracks in Tommy's mask.

"Hate me," Tommy says, his eyes shinning. "You should hate me."

"I'm not very good at doing things I'm should," Buck says and he steps into Tommy's space. And in an echo of almost a year ago, Buck gently places his thumb on Tommy's chin and tilts it up.

"I could never hate you Tommy," Buck says gently and when a tear falls he wipes it away.

"Not when I feel the opposite."

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throwing it back keeping it simple with a bucktommy + "It's you. Or at least, I want it to be."

Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five (ish)

When Tommy just blinks at Buck, clearly confused and Buck reaches out and grabs his hand, turning it in-between both of his own. He traces a scar on his palm, and he knows Tommy doesn't remember that he had gotten it saving him. Carefully Buck traces the scar, imagines it on a hand that had been bigger, with claws and fur, a cursed hand. The hand Buck had fallen in love with. "You don't remember that you're my true love," Buck says, his voice rough in the end because for so long, Buck hadn't known either. "Buck what-" "I'm going to fix it," Buck promises and he lets go of Tommy's hand. Tommy tries to sit up but he doesn't have the strength and perhaps it's cruel to do this to run into danger knowing Tommy would want to as well, but Buck has to do this alone. Even if they aren't each other's true loves, Tommy deserves to know the truth, just like everyone else in the town.

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117 for rockly pls <3

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“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

Rocker looks over at Molly then, the other offering her hand, a small smile on her face, she wiggles her fingers and Rocker reaches over, grabs Molly's hand and Molly moves to intertwine their fingers. He breathes easier. They're both sitting on the bathroom floor of Molly's apartment, legs stretched out in front of them with their back to the shower, Molly's phone is on a timer, and Rocker swears he can hear it tick down as if it was an analog. A small piece of white plastic shouldn't be so terrifying. Rocker was a Marine, he is the head of a SWAT team, he's been shot at and even blown up a few times- Why is the idea of possibly being a father so terrifying? "You're thinking really hard there babe," Molly's voice jolts Rocker out of his thoughts and he turns his head to see Molly's amused expression, eyebrow raised as sea glass eyes look at him gently. "Whatever it is, we'll be okay." "You say that like your father would let me live," Rocker says and Molly snorts, shuffling closer and laying her head on Rocker's shoulder. Rocker bends his head to kiss the top of hers. "I'll find your body," Molly promises and that gets a huff of laughter from Rocker, who shakes his head fondly as he wraps an arm around Molly's shoulders. "One minute left," Rocker says, watching Molly's timer go down, the numbers only counting down in seconds but it feels much longer somehow. They've only been together six months, been hanging out a few months more. Rocker never expected this, never thought he could ever feel so happy with someone. Knows that, with whatever happens next when that timer goes off that he's in this for the long haul.

The beeper when it comes, is the only sound in the bathroom, both Rocker and Molly seemingly holding their breath as the wait. "I hope they have your nose," Molly says, breaking the tension. The test still waits, the results out of view for the both of them. Rocker squeezes Molly's shoulders, tries to imagine a future with the two of them and a third person that is a little blurred around the edges, waiting to be known. "I hope they have your eyes," Rocker replies easily, the picture getting a little clearer. They both reach for the test. Together.

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rockly + 71 for @2030david

“God, I love you-" Molly blinks, her hand hovering over Rocker's shoulder where she had given her boyfriend an ice pack. Rocker had come back from a hard mission, his body bruised and battered. Tan had said that he had been hit with a truck. "But only lightly," Rocker had joked, before he grimaced and Molly had decided to take him home before he laughed himself into more pain. Now Rocker looks up at her, shoulders tense, and Molly can probably guess what's going through his head. How they haven't been doing this for very long, how they're both still learning each other's baggage and finding their footing. "Yeah?" Molly asks and she sits besides Rocker on the couch, taking in the bruising around the side of his face that is deep in color. He's going to be on desk duty for a while after he's healed up. Her father had been very clear that he wasn't even allowed in SWAT for at least a week. "It's not just addrenaline-" Rocker starts and Molly just stops him, leaning in for a quick kiss. "I know," She says softly as she rests her forehead against Rocker's gently. Closing her eyes and going in for another kiss. "I love you too." Because she does, and has probably had for some time now. She hates that she hasn't said it earlier, hates that she almost didn't get a chance to say it at all. "Next time don't let a truck shake it loose from you Donny," Molly says smiling at the way Rocker's nose scrunches up. "It was only a little hit-" He starts and Molly shoves him away lightly, only feeling a little sorry when he groans.

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rockly + 12 and/or 100 if it sparks joy <3 <3 MWAH

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When Hicks invited the pair of them to join him and JP at their familie's lake side cabin, Rocker knew that he was going to be the odd one out here. It felt like some kind of test, and Rocker didn't want to fail it. Molly was amused by his nerves mostly. They've been together almost a year at this point, and Rocker had met JP a few times, and Hicks has warmed up to him. Mostly. There's an outside shower by the lake, set up past the house, and Rocker decided on an early morning swim, kissing Molly's bare shoulder before carefully untangling their limbs so he could enjoy a swim before they start the day. The water is chilled when Rocker tests it, his breath hitching as he takes it in. The sun has only just started to go up, and he could go back in, snuggle up next to Molly and spend the morning in bed- In hind sight, Rocker really wishes he would have stayed in. The water of the lake was colder then anticipated but Rocker managed a decent swim before he got out, going for the outdoor shower and stripping out of his swim suit, leaving the soacking piece of clothing on the bench outside of the shower. He gets lost in the heat of the water, humming quietly under his breath as he indulges in the sandlewood soap, trying to think of how he could try and get Hicks to warm up to him a bit. Wonders if JP would be willing to go kayaking with him. When the water gets warm, Rocker turns off the water and reaches out of the shower to the bench- His towel is gone. Rocker's swim suit is also gone. "Fuck-"

Rocker frantically looks around the shower, fully aware that he's buck naked, in the middle of the woods without his phone to ask Molly for help. He knows that Molly is still asleep, she likes to indulge when she can, and nothing about JP says he's a morning person. The problem here is with the Commander. Following Deacon's lead, Rocker sends up a quick prayer to whoever could be listening and prays that Hicks is also sleeping in, before he runs out to the back door closest to the shower. Locked. "Fuck, fuck-" Rocker looks left and then right, knows the other door is past a large set of windows from the kitchen and books it across that side of the house, his feet going from dirt to soft grass to the pavement stones of the porch off the kitchen. He's being sure not to trip when he slams into something- Someone. "Damn it-" Rocker closes his eyes then, wishes for the world to swallow him up, as the familiar hoarse voice swears a few times. When he opens them, Rocker is face to face with his annoyed comander, his white robe covered in coffee, looking very unimpressed. Suddenly, Rocker remembers that he is naked. His hands slap in front of him in a poor attempt at modesty. "I forgot my towel." Rocker blurts out, which wasn't really true. He did remember a towel, it had just been misplaced. "Neighbor's dog likes to take things off the bench," Hicks says, voice bored, though Rocker can see the way his eye twitches in the way it always does when he's annoyed. "That's why there's a second bench in the shower." "Noted." Rocker says and they both stand there for a few more moments, Rocker completely exposed and still dripping from the water while Hick's is dripping from his coffee. "Go get some goddamn clothes on." "Sir, yes sir."