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The face I made EVERY time Barry f*cking Dort appeared on my screen…..

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Oliver Stark for People Magazine.

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How many paragraphs does five of these little hot bitches get me? 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

i was going to say "five" and then i wrote... more than that. here:

"I've shot a gun before," Buck says, throwing him an eyeroll. He earns an eyeroll right back for that. "In Montana."

"Was that when you were playing cowboy?" Tommy asks. He's still methodically checking his gun. Buck has to wonder if it ever sees enough action to even get dirty.

"I was being paid to be a cowboy, actually," he says. "Anyway, we did target practice a few times. There were cans involved."

"Were you drinking them or shooting them?"

It was a little of both. There wasn't much else to do up there, him and Carter and Kenny, the three summer hands that had washed up from out of state because the job seemed fun. Most of the gig was checking the fences, restringing the poles, making sure the calves weren't getting stuck in the barbed wire. Every now and then they'd get some tourists who wanted a tour and they'd saddle up an extra couple of horses. The tourists always wanted to see the real west. They didn't want to slog through the bogs up in the alpine or swat the mosquitos or smell the cow pies or Buck's five-day-old shirts. They wanted bears, and sweeping vistas, and maybe a moose or two. The sweeping vistas he could do, but the tourists always left feeling underwhelmed. So did Buck, by the end of his summer there.

Buck raises his gun and stares at the paper target at the other end of the range, and he squeezes the trigger, and he doesn't even tear a hole in the paper.

"Huh," he says. Maybe the gun kicked. He aims again.

The paper flickers a little, like a breeze caught it or something.

Tommy must take pity on him, because he steps closer—too close—and takes Buck's right hand into his own. He lifts it, holds it out straight, positions his hip along the curve of Buck's ass. His face is close enough that Buck can feel Tommy's breath on his jaw, can feel his left eye fluttering closed.

Tommy aims the gun and fires off the clip and Buck stares at the cluster of headshots.

"Not bad," Tommy says, disentangling from him with a wink. "You're a natural."

It's not sexy, Buck desperately thinks. And if he has to keep turning himself to the side for the rest of their hour so that Tommy doesn't see what it's definitely not doing to him—well, that's his own problem.

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BuckTommy Prompt: BuckTommy Wedding Day. A fic about everything good, bad, and in-between that happens from the moment they wake up, until the end of the night when they leave for their honeymoon.

I’ve been trying to answer this for ages but tumblr is not playing ball

Thanks for the cute prompt! It’s been lovely to write. I personally think I’ve written much better before but I’ve written this on the fly so it is what it is.

I hope you enjoy it anyway.

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(I’ll put it on ao3 later)

[edit to add: sorry for all the typos. I’ll fix them at some point]

I Only Have Eyes For You

Rating: T

Words: 4,765

Buck was calm. Suspiciously calm as far as Maddie was concerned. After 8 months of Clipboard Buck driving everybody to the point of considering violence, he’d woken up on the morning of his wedding like it was the beginning of a regular 72 hour off.

“What?” He asked her, leaning against the counter waiting for the coffee pot to do its thing. She was standing, both hands rested on her kitchen island just staring at her brother.

“Buck. You’ve driven everybody crazy the last few months wedding planning. Bossing everyone around, snapping at people over the smallest thing.. and now it’s the morning of your wedding and you’re weirdly calm. I’m not gonna lie, it’s kind of worrying me.”

“So, you’re worried because I’m not freaking out?”

She nodded bringing her hands together and nervously playing with her fingers. “When I.. when I left Jee, that last day I was calmer than I had been since she was born. I’d made the decision to leave and I had a plan. Is that- are you..”

Bucks faced morphed into one of shock and offenece. “You-you think I’m clam because I’m gonna ditch a Tommy at the alter?”

“Well, not exactly, I-“

Buck walked around the island and sat in one of the seats and Maddie sat down next to him. A soft look spread across his face.

“Maddie, I’m calm because I’m marrying Tommy today. I get to spend the rest of my life with the most incredible man I’ve ever met.” His eyes became shiny and he smiled. “Nothing else matters.”

Maddie slipped off her stool and wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck, taking advantage of him still sitting. He squeezed his arms around her waist.

“I’m sorry I doubted you.” She pulled back enough to look at him. “I’m so happy for you, baby brother.”

He sighed contently. “I’m happy for me too.”

“Oh god.” She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “You can’t make me cry before I’ve even had breakfast.”

Buck chuckled and pulled her in kissing her on the top of the head.

*****

Clipboard Tommy was a thing, who knew? Certainly not Sal or Chimney who had been woken up at the ass crack of dawn by a stressed out Tommy needing to know if their suits were pressed and ready.

A grouchy Sal rose from the Sofa in Tommy’s living room mumbling curse words. “At least let me have my morning piss before you start barking orders.” He complained before padding like an angry Italian goblin to the bathroom.

Chim, having been woken by Tommy walking into the spare bedroom and yanking open the curtains blinding him, walked into the room still rubbing his eyes.

“Tommy, the suits were pressed two days ago and are hanging in your closet. You know this.” He turned towards the kitchen passing Sal returning from the bathroom. “If this is how he is, god only knows what Maddie is dealing with this morning.”

“You think something is wrong with Evan?” Tommy, overhearing him, quickly approached them.

“No, that’s not what I meant. He’s just been a pain in the ass just planning this thing, I can’t imagine he wouldn’t be freaking out like you over the tiniest thing.”

“Tom, there no doubt Buck has driven everybody off their fucking rockers the last few months.” Sal added. “but on the plus side it means every tiny little detail has been planned and confirmed and executed. All you’ve to do is get dressed, get to the church on time, and remember your damn vows.”

Tommy frowned. “We’re not getting married in a church.”

Sal rolled his eyes. “You get my point, shithead.”

“Sals right. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” Chim said pouring a mug of coffee.

“Right.” Tommy said blowing out a breath, but his face didn’t change.

“There is nothing to worry about, right?” Asked Chim, concerned. “I don’t know need to handcuff you and drag you to the alter, do I?”

Sal looked between Tommy and Chimney. “Wait, you’re not thinking of running are you? All the money spent on your bachelor party better not have been fucking wasted.”

“Yeah because that’s the priority, here, Sal—your bank balance.” Chim scoffed. “He’s not right though, Tommy is he?”

Tommy looked at them both. “What? No! That’s not- that’s..” He ran a stressed hand through his hair. “What if.. what if he he doesn’t show?”

“You think the kid is gonna Runaway Bride you?” Sal asked.

“I mean, I’m.. he’s not.. Things have been so amazing between us since we got back together. He moved in, I proposed, and we started planning a wedding. And now.. everything has been so perfect that I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” He hung his head down in a mixture of fear and shame.

“You don’t seriously think he’d suddenly decide to ditch you, right?” Chim said, to a shrug from Tommy. “Tommy, the man worships the ground you walk on. You’re like the sun to him. Anybody who spends 30 seconds with the two of you notices how he looks at you like you gave him the stars. You have nothing to worry about.”

Tommy found himself calm down a little and smiled at Chimney. “Thanks, man.”

“Right.” Sal interrupted. “Are we done with this emotional shit? Who’s ordering breakfast?”

*****

“Hey sweetie.” Maddie answered the phone.

“Hey honey. How’s Buckeroo this morning? How many times have you wanted to kill him?”

Maddie chuckled. “Actually none—he’s super calm.”

“Seriously?” Chim questioned. “How is that possible?”

“He’s happy, Chim.” She answered softly. “Looking forward to marrying the love his life.”

“Well, who’d a thought that, huh?”

“How’s Tommy doing?”

“I think Buck has had too much of an influence on him. He’s been ordering us around like a dictator all morning.”

“You’re not worried he’s gonna..”

“Leave Buck at the alter? No. Actually, I had to talk him down from being convinced Buck was the one who wouldn’t show up.”

“Seriously? A freight train couldn’t stop him from making it down that aisle.”

“Yep. I think there’s still a part of him that thinks Buckeroo is too good for him.”

“Howie! Do you have your cufflinks?!” Tommy voice echoed through the house.

“I better go. Mussolini needs me.”

Maddie chuckled. “I’ll see you at the hotel in an hour. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

*****

To nobody’s surprise Tommy had been pretty easy going when it came to wedding planning. He gave his input on things when Buck had asked but otherwise allowed his fiance to make most decisions about the day. However there were a few things that he had insisted on.

Number 1: His parents would, under no circumstances, be invited. No matter what Philip and Margaret said about wanting to meet them and how strange it would be to not have both sets of parents there. Tommy was so insistent on the matter that in one heated conversation at the Han-Buckley dinner table, when Margaret just would not shut up about it, he quite snippily told her that if his parents attended the ceremony, he wouldn’t. He did feel guilty later on for about how he spoke to them but the reward Buck gave him in bed that night more than made him feel better about it.

Number 2: He picked his own suit.

Number 3: A first look before the ceremony. Everybody they loved would bear witness to their nuptials and in some people’s cases be actively involved in it, so, he wanted just a small moment with his husband-to-be alone before the celebration of the day took place.

Number 3.5: Sal, nor anybody else, was to pull a prank with the first look. He did not want to turn around and see his best friend, or Chimney or anybody else. It was to be a moment shared just between the two of them and their photographer.

Number 4: He was in charge of the honeymoon. He’d had a plan in mind from the second Buck said yes but it was detailed and he needed some time to put things in place.

*****

“Almost there.” Deana, their photographer, reassured as she walked a blindfolded Buck to the beautiful courtyard at the hotel. She lead him down a cobbled path to a fountain where Tommy had already been left waiting also blindfolded.

“Okay.” She said manoeuvring him into place, back to back with Tommy. “Just one more second while I set up my camera and you can take off your blind folds.” They both heard her footsteps as she walked away.

“Hey, you.” Tommy said.

Bucks whole body filled with warmth at the sound of his fiancés voice. It usually elicited that response but today was different. Today that warmth came with a promise of a future.

“Hey back.” He said trying his hardest to not yell “fuck it” and yank off the blindfold and grab Tommy. “What brings you here?”

Tommy could hear the grin on Bucks face and if this was the affect on his heart at just hearing him, he might actually have a heart attack before they make it to the alter.

“Oh, you know, I gotta hot date at the alter in a bit.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I hope he doesn’t change his mind.”

“Not a chance.” Buck responded immediately.

“Okay, gentleman I’m ready when you are.” Deana called out from the pavilion 15 feet away.

Both men took deep breaths.

“You ready?” Tommy asked.

“Are you ready?”

“After 3?” He offered.

Buck took another breath. “1.. 2.. 3.”

Both men pulled off their blindfolds and turned around.

Tommy wore an all black, custom made, Armani suit, with a white shirt and black tie, held to his shirt with a thin silver tie pin. His curls were styled perfectly and a smidge of dark stubble caressed his jaw and dipped into the cleft that Buck was obsessed with.

Buck wore a red wine coloured jacket, black slacks and a black shirt. He’d opted for no tie. His hair was barely styled, letting his natural curls free just how Tommy loved them and he had a small amount of ruffage on his jaw.

Tommy, the second his eyes laid upon his fiancé, broke and his face crumpled, tears immediately filling his eyes and spilling over his cheeks.

Buck, just about able to keep his own emotions at bay, smiled widely at the sight of Tommy in his gorgeous suit. Tommy took his hands and just held him there for a second, taking in the man in front of him.

“You-you are so fucking beautiful, Evan.”

Buck, as he always did at Tommys words, blushed all over and dipped his head bashfully. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Tommy, shoving his face into the man’s neck.

“You look.. god, handsome doesn’t even come close.” He said pulling back to look Tommy up and down, then using his thumbs to tenderly wipe the tears from Tommy’s face.

Both men just stood basking in the sight of the other, not even being aware of Deana moving around them taking photographs.

“I have something for you.” Tommy reached into his inside pocket and pulled out an envelope.

“What? Tommy, you-you didn’t have to get me gift. You’re marrying me—that’s enough.”

Tommy had to fight the urge to cry again and reached up to cup Bucks face for a beat.

“I know, but I wanted to do something special for you, so..” he handed the envelope to Buck who, with shaking hands, opened it, pulling out a folded piece of paper.

He unfolded it, his mouth and eyes slowly widening as he realised it was a printed booking form.

“Around the world trip?” He looked up at Tommy for confirmation that he had read the document correctly.

“I spoke to the chief and he told me you had accrued about 4 months of vacation and I have roughly the same. So, this time next week, the Buckley-Kinard honeymoon world tour begins. 3 months of just you, me and wherever we want to go.”

Buck just stared mesmerised at the man in front of him. Suddenly feeling like his gift for Tommy paled in comparison.

“Tommy, I.. this must be cost a fortune!”

“You’re worth every cent, sweetheart.”

Now Buck tears finally escaped and he surged forward, hugging Tommy tightly. “Thank you.” He mumbled into Tommys neck.

“You’re welcome.”

Buck pulled back and looked down at the paper in his hands again, double checking that it was real.

“And our stations are okay with us taking all this time off?”

Tommy nodded. “Mm-hmm. I’ve spoken to Howie and he’s arranged for someone from your B-shift to cover while you’re gone. And my captain has done the same.”

“Do I have to wait until we say I do or can I kiss you now.”

It was a dumb question, Tommy thought, because nothing in the world would stop him from kissing him.

He stepped closer, taking Bucks face in both of his hands and pressed their lips together. Buck grabbed into Tommys forearms and held on tightly as he kissed back with a contented sigh. He tried to deepen the kiss and Tommy chuckled into his mouth then pulled back. Buck made a quiet wining sound already missing the contact.

“Back it up there, Romeo. You can wait until tonight.”

“Spoil sport.” Buck complained, unable to hide the smirk on his face.

Heeled footsteps echoed in the courtyard and they turned their heads to see Maddie walking over.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, guys, but it’s almost time.”

“Can’t you give us 5 more minutes?” Buck asked.

“I’ll give you 3.” She retorted and walked back inside.

“I, uh, I have your gift too.” Buck reached into his own inside pocket and also pulled out an envelope.”

Tommy eyed him suspiciously while still keeping his smile. He pulled out drivers licence change of name the forms, already filled in by Buck, just waiting to be filed.

Under the box marked “name” was written ‘Evan Kinard.’

More tears filled Tommy’s eyes. They’d talked about name options but hadn’t made a final decision knowing that they had time to decide what they wanted to do.

“Are.. are you sure?” He asked, voice shaking.

“I’m yours, Tommy. Forever. And I want the whole world to know it.”

Tommy kissed Buck again, but it was softer than the one before. This one was full of love and wonderment that this man in front of him was willing to be forever known by HIS name. He held Bucks face and rested their heads together, neither of them saying anything, just enjoying the moment.

“Sorry, guys but it’s time.” Maddies voice called from the doorway.

“Last chance to back out.” Buck tilting his head, smiling.

“I’ll meet you at the end of aisle.”

The ceremony room at the hotel wasn’t very big but they didn’t need it to be. Neither of them wanted a large wedding filled with distant relatives they either hadn’t seen in years or didn’t like and aside from Bucks parents and sister, everybody else attending were current, and a couple former, members of the 118 and 217.

Buck had of course had that argument with his parents who kept trying to get him to invite different relatives who were as waspy as his parents and he’d put his foot down. They wanted a small intimate ceremony with only people that they loved and respected.

Tommy walked down the florally decorated aisle first; taking his place next to Sal, his best man, and not so patiently waiting for Buck to arrive.

Sal, in a rare moment of sincerity, placed a palm on Tommys back.

“I’m happy for you, man.” He said with a lazy smile.

“Thanks, Sal.” He hugged his best friend, not caring if he liked it.

“Alright, don’t wrinkle my suit—this cost a fortune.” He lightly pushed Tommy away.

And then the doors opened again and Tommys heart upped its pace as he looked across the room and saw the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with enter and begin walking towards him.

Everything around him disappeared, the only thing that existed in the moment was Evan, eyes and his and smile wide. It took so much strength not to run over and meet him half way down the aisle.

Finally he made it to the end and they stood facing one another, both desperate to embrace the other but holding back for the importance of the moment.

Athenas gift to the two of them was to get herself ordained to officiate. She knew how much it would mean to Buck, not being able to have Bobby doing the honours. She got the ceremony started, speaking a little about both men before handing things over to them to begin.

“Buck, you wanna go first.”

“Y-yeah.” He said taking a deep breath and pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket.

“Tommy. We met when you flew us all into a hurricane and though our bodies made it back to dry land, I feel like my soul is still up there with you. You changed my life in the most unexpected and wonderful way. My whole life I felt like something was missing; a part of my heart out there somewhere just out of reach and I spent years searching for it. And then i walk into harbour station and there you were—my missing piece.”

Tommy, with his bottom lip pushing out just a little out of pure fondness, sniffed some emotion away as he tried to keep it together.

“I have never felt so secure than I do with you. I’ve never felt so desired, so wanted, so accepted and so..” His chin began to wobble and he stopped to blow out a breath to stop himself from crying. “And so loved. You are without a doubt the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

He folded the piece of paper and shoved it in his pocket and quickly wiped an errant tear that had slipped out.

“Tommy. Your turn.” Athena gestured.

“Did you forget to bring your speech?” Buck asked noticing he wasn’t retrieving a piece of paper from a pocket.

“I don’t need it.” Tommy replied confidently. “My Evan. The world was a dark place for me for a long time. The idea that I would live my life alone, without love or companionship was cemented into my heart. And then one random day I look up and see gorgeous blue eyes and I felt something in my heart crack open. You are sunshine. My sunshine. You have to shone your light over the darkest parts of my soul, healing parts of me that I thought would forever be broken. You have taught me how to love and how to be loved. Being with you has made me braver and more courageous than any of my years on the job. From the moment we met I knew you were it for me. Your first, but our last. I will spend until my dying breath honouring you, supporting you, and loving you.”

Buck had stopped trying to hold himself together and had let the tears fall down his face. Tommy didn’t even hesitate to step forward and taking Bucks face in his hands he gently wiped the tears away with his thumbs, to a coo of “awww”’s from everyone in the room.

“Sal, do you have the rings?”

Sal reached into his breast pocket to retrieve the rings and handed them both to Athena. She looked at the inscriptions to determine who’s ring was who’s given they were about the same size. She handed Tommy’s ring to Buck with the words “My last” written inside. Buck said the traditional vows and slid the ring onto Tommy’s finger.

Athena then handed Tommy Bucks ring with the inscription “To my Evan. Always” and he repeated the same vows and gave Bucks ring finger a gentle squeeze after he slid on the ring.

“And with no objections I take immense pride in pronouncing you officially married. You may kiss your husband.”

Buck surged forward, grabbing a surprised Tommy my the lapels and pulled him into a firm and a little over the line of chaste kiss. He pulled so hard he almost fell backwards but he wasn’t worried—he knew Tommy would catch him. He always did.

Tommy wrapped his arms around him, holding his husband tightly to his chest; a chorus of cheers and whole whistles routine around them.

“Come on, now.” Athena lightly chastised and both men pulled apart giggling with joy.

“Tommy and Buck, you’ve said your vows and made a commitment to a life together full of love, honour and support. I wish you both a life full of joy and happiness.” She reached out and held both of their forearms. “Bobby would be so proud of you both if he were here.” She smiled, her eyes glassy. “And now, in the presence of everyone who loves you, may I present: Mr and Mr Kinard!”

*****

The next few hours involved food, drinks and mingling between guests. Tommy and Buck barely got a minute or two to spend together before being drawn into congratulations and conversations with their guests. But it alright—they had a lifetime of time to spend together.

They didn’t stop Tommy, every so often, from watching his new husband across the room smiling and laughing and, despite exchanging rings and vows and promising each other a life together, still found himself wondering how what he did to deserve Evan.

“I know that look.” Chimney nudged him.

Tommy sipped from his champagne flute. “What look?”

“The I wanna have your babies look.”

“We’ve only been married-“ he looked at his watch. “4 hours.”

“Hey, I looked at Maddie the same way pretty much from the jump. When you know you know.” He smiled watching their spouses dance with Jee-yun. “You, uh, think you’ll have kids?”

“We’ve talked about it. Evan definitely wants to be a dad at some point.”

“You’re not so sure?” Chim asked.

“I do want them. it’s more.. my old man wasn’t exactly a shining example of fatherhood. I don’t know if I’m cut out for it.”

He was terrified of becoming his father. Even worse—of his kid looking at him like he look at his father.

“Tommy, I’ve known you a long time—you’re a good man. And I know you hate compliments but I’ll say this—if you can love a child even half as much as you love Buck, I think the kill be alright.”

Just the image of Evan holding a baby, their baby in his arms made his heart swell.

“Thanks, Howie.” He embraced his friend tightly.

“Hey, you better not be trying to steal my husband.” Buck couldn’t imagine a single second for the rest of his life where referring to Tommy as his husband wouldn’t fill his chest with pure unadulterated joy.

“I like ya, Buckeroo but I’m in love with the other Buckley.” Chim patted him on the back and left the newlyweds to dance with Jee and Maddie.

“Hey you.” Buck slid his hands around Tommy’s shoulders, locking his arms around his neck. Tommy clasped his fingers together behind Bucks back.

“Hey.” Tommy replied, voice as smooth as butter. “I hope you’re taking it easy on the booze-“ he leaned in, his lips ghosting Bucks ear. “I got plans for you later.”

Buck was grateful the music was loud enough to cover up the groan that came from him. Tommy heard it though.

“You can’t say stuff like that when we’re in a room full of people, Tommy.” He complained and Tommy chuckled fondly.

He caught the eye of Margaret standing a few feet away looking like she was waiting for a moment with Buck.

“I think your mom wants you.”

Buck turned his head to his mom then back to Tommy. “Yeah, she wants to do a mother-son dance after we have our first dance.

“Why aren’t you, then?”

“Because.. because you can’t have one. I don’t.. it wouldn’t feel right..”

“Baby,” Tommy fixed a curl that had fallen into his forehead then cupped his face. “You deserve to dance with your mom if you want to—I don’t want you missing out just because my mom isn’t here.” He kissed Bucks cheek and let go of him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Ladies and gentleman, if you could clear the dance floor, it��s time for the grooms first dance.”

Buck practically dragged Tommy to the centre of the dance floor as everybody else stepped back, surrounding the edges. A smoke machine blew smoke across the floor and the lights dimmed more, with a projector beaming beautifully purple and pink watercolour galaxies across the ceiling.

“I Only Have Eyes For You” by The Flamingo’s began playing and Tommy pulled his husband close to him, every part of them pressed together, as they moved in a gently sway. Buck pressed their foreheads together, tenderly playing with the hair at the back of Tommys head.

“I love you so much, Evan.” He whispered, sighing contently.

“You have no idea how much I love you more.”

“Not possible.” Tommy smiled, delicately pressing his lips to Bucks.

Neither of them wanted this moment to end. Just the two of them moving to one of Tommy’s favourite love songs, arms around each other and nothing existing outside of their perfect bubble.

But, inevitably the moment had to come to and the song morphed into Love Is In The Air. Before they knew it Margaret was walking across the floor towards her son. Buck looked at Tommy.

“Go.” Tommy smiled, gently pushing him towards his mother. He nodded at his mother in law and turned to walk away only to be stopped by a tap on his arm. He turned around to see Maddie smiling up at him.

“Didn’t think you’d get out of this, did you?” She took his hand and pulled him back to the dance floor. “I want a brother sister dance.”

“Brother-“ Tommy clenched his jaw and blinked away the tears threatening. “Did Evan ask you to do this?”

“No—we’re family now. Your mom’s not here to dance with but I am. So, come on—let’s show these kids how it’s done.” She grinned and took both of Tommys hands raising them up and moving her hips happily to the music. Tommy, with about as much finesse on the dance floor as a newborn deer ice, happily joined in, every so often taking her hand and spinning her around, without a care in the world.

By the time the song was half way through the rest of the guests had begun filtering onto the floor to join them. Tommy and Buck danced with everyone and each other, laughing at Sal’s robot and Chimneys ridiculous attempt at the worm.

There was so much love and joy in room that the terrifying thought that it might be a dream kept infiltrating Tommy’s mind. How was it possible that he got to have this? A beautiful husband who loved him so openly and unapologetically, friends who became family that he had, and would always, risk his life for if need be, and a future that for the first time in his life he was excited to experience.

*****

Buck was weighed down in the best way. Tommy’s heaving body across his own, bodies still connected, breathing heavily into his neck as they both came down from their high. Tommy pulled his head back, a hand running through bucks hair, eyes scanning his face and, as always, lingering on his lips. He pressed a long, slow kiss to them.

“I still can believe this is real.” He admitted.

“I can.” Buck said back with a confident smile. “There’s no way I can love somebody this much and it not be real.”

For what felt like the millionth that day, Tommy’s eyes filled up. “I swear it’s like you’re on a mission to make me cry today.” He teased lightly.

Buck just smiled up at him in that soft, beautiful way he always did. Everyday Tommy thought he couldn’t fall in love with him anymore, yet each day he was proven wrong.

Evan was perfect.

Evan was love.

And Tommy couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life falling more in love with him every single day.

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Hi, hi! 💗 Thank you so much for the request. Here's 307 words of my 8x11 smutty bucktommy fix it for you. I hope you enjoy it. This follows up the last snippet I shared here. No full-on smut just yet but we're getting there lol.

Tommy huffs a laugh, despite himself, eyebrows lifting at the bluntness. “Brat,” he mutters, the word more fond than chastising. “I’m trying to suck your cock here, stop distracting me,” he says, deflecting.

“Don’t…don’t do that,” Evan grumbles.

“Don’t suck your cock?” Tommy asks drily, playing dumb.

He almost laughs again at the withering look Evan shoots him. “You know what I’m talking about,” Evan pouts, and that almost undoes him.

“Ev,” Tommy sighs, trying to find the words. But they stick in his throat.

“Stop thinking,” Evan whispers. “Come here,” he says, all sweet smile and sparkling eyes.

And what else can he do but go?

Tommy moves on instinct, straddling Evan in one smooth motion and catching his mouth in a kiss that’s half defiant, half desperate. He moans loud and raw when their cocks finally drag together, the warmth and friction dizzying. He ruts down, chasing pressure, control, anything. But Evan just grinds up against him, slow and teasing.

“Sweethe—”

And then his world flips—literally—as Evan rolls them over, pinning Tommy beneath him with a firm hand to his chest.

“My turn,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you. Let me have you. Please.”

Tommy closes his eyes, swallowing hard as a full-body shudder rolls through him at the physical proof that Evan can manhandle him like that.

His words echo through Tommy’s mind on a loop. He knows what Evan really means—that he wants him tonight. Just this once. And maybe it’s foolish, but he can’t help the small spark of hope that flickers to life deep inside his chest. Glowing, warm and a little impossible.

It breaks something loose in him. That last link in the chain that’s held him back for so long.

He opens his eyes, catching the other's intense gaze and nods.

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Here you go @sugarpenchant, ~300 words of my as-of-yet untitled Bucktommy Australia AU:

"I mean, I had to go through the whole Visa process before I could even apply for the firefighter training course," Evan said. "But it was worth it. Not like I was wanted anywhere else. But here, doing this job. It's like I've got a purpose, you know?"

Tommy had his fair share of experience with running from his past, but even he wasn't sure he could run to an entirely new country to get away from his problems. Not that running ever truly got him away considering that Tommy's biggest problem was himself. And yeah, Tommy knew about needing to feel wanted, about pursuing a career where at least he could tell himself that he was making a difference, saving lives when thoughts of what a shithead he was were keeping him up at night.

"So, what got you into flying?" Evan asked. He shook his head a little, like he was trying to shake away whatever negativity had driven him all the way to the antipodes. "Other than wanting to feel like a superhero."

Tommy chuckled. "I was actually I pilot in the army," he said.

"No way!" Evan's eyes lit up like Tommy was some kind of hero, which was an uncomfortable, if flattering, thought. "That's so cool. You know, I was in training for the SEALs for a bit."

Tommy frowned. "You don't really strike me as a navy man," he said.

"You don't have to join the Navy to try out for the SEALs," Evan said, double entendre apparently going straight over his head. "And anyway, it wasn't for me. I'm not the greatest with authority, but I was working on it, you know."

Tommy could see it. There was something reckless about this kid, something of himself in Evan that called to Tommy in a dangerous way. "You didn't wash out, though did you?" Tommy guessed.

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WEDNESDAY — 2.04 › 2.06

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You wanna know the moment I knew that Buck and Tommy were going to stay together for the foreseeable future?

The hospital kiss in 7x06.

You don't have a scene like that, with JLH singing THE Madney song, and just throw them away.

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The night is long and heavy. After a string of emotionally draining calls right before midnight, Bobby knows they are all running on fumes. He makes the executive decision to take everyone off the line for a few hours to rest and reset.

Buck is especially quiet. He skips the delayed dinner, heading straight for the bunk room. Without a word, he crawls onto a small, narrow bed and pulls the blanket over his head, trying to shut the world out.

The others notice, of course they do. A quiet look passes through the team. They’ve all seen it before—how the weight of the calls doesn’t just settle on Buck, it seeps into him. Bobby gives a barely perceptible glance to Hen, who understands at once and slips away to make the call. What Buck needs now is the one person he doesn’t have to be strong for.

When Tommy arrives, Chimney taps his shoulder and nods toward the darkened bunk room before the crew tactfully finds reasons to look busy elsewhere. Tommy pushes the door open softly. Dim light outlines Buck’s shape curled tightly on the bed, a blanket heaped over him. Tommy doesn’t speak. He toes off his shoes and carefully lowers himself onto the very edge of the mattress, the springs sigh quietly beneath his weight.

He lies on his side and spoons himself against Buck, gently rubbing his arm through the blanket. After a moment, he feels the tense muscles under his palm begin to loosen slightly.

Buck stirs at the presence behind him. He slowly pulls the blanket down from his head and turns over his shoulder, squinting into the darkness as a familiar silhouette solidifies out of the shadows. “Tommy?” he whispers, his voice rough. “You came?”

Tommy smiles, his hand moving to tenderly smooth Buck’s damp, messy curls away from his forehead. “Heard someone’s battery was at critical levels,” he murmurs, his voice a deep, comforting rumble. “Thought you could use an emergency recharge.”

A faint quirk lifts the corner of Buck’s mouth. He turns over and immediately buries his face in Tommy’s chest, breathing in the scent that always calmed him down. Tommy pulls him closer, pressing a light, soothing kiss into his hair. His palm rests steady on Buck’s back, thumb moving in slow, grounding arcs as Buck’s words begin to flow—low, muffled and weary against his shirt. He talks about the calls, the quiet grief, the clinging frustration, until his sentences grow softer and slower, finally fading into the deep, even breaths of sleep.

Awakening hours later, the first thing Buck feels is warmth. The small bunk is impossibly cramped, but they stay tangled together all night—Buck’s head on Tommy’s shoulder, Tommy’s arm anchored around him, their legs intertwined under the shared blanket. Morning light is just starting to filter into the room.

Buck blinks slowly, tilting his head up just as Tommy’s eyes flutter open. A lazy smile graces Tommy’s features while he looks back at him. “Hey babe,” Buck murmurs with a dazed grin, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey sweetheart,” Tommy’s hand slides gently up the nape of his neck. “How’s the world treatin’ you now?”

“Better,” Buck breathes out, closing the distance between them. “So much better with you here.” He meets Tommy’s lips in a tender, lingering morning kiss.

After they get ready for the day, they walk into the kitchen together. The smell of coffee and a hearty breakfast fills the air. Bobby stands by the table, setting down the final platter onto the crowded surface, and gestured for them to sit.

“Well, well,” Chimney says, a mug of coffee in his hand and a wide grin on his face as he spots them. “Look who stays for breakfast. It feels just like old times.”

Hen nods in agreement, her eyes warm.

Bobby passes the plate to them. “Hope this family meal doesn’t disappoint after all these years, Tommy,” he says, his tone kind and welcoming.

Without hesitation, Buck starts loading up Tommy’s plate with way too much food, “You gotta try these—” Some of the crew roll their eyes fondly while others simply smile. “Better grab your plate before Buck serves Tommy the whole spread,” Eddie calls out across the table, and Ravi quietly nudges the nearest platter closer to himself without drawing attention.

Tommy takes it all in—the easy chatter, the cheerful clinking of cutlery, Buck beaming beside him, Bobby at the head of the table. His gaze travels around the room, lingering on Buck before finally returning to Bobby. His answer is heartfelt and sure.

“Never.”

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911 hiatus rewatch ↝ 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered ↝↝ Eddie keeps asking me to go. Well, you don't like basketball. Which is why I say no, but now he's going with Tommy. And he's got it circled.

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So… love that these kind of match 🤭

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🛠 and 🤕 for the Make Me Write!

Chemmy, thank you so so much for the request 💗

First off, some 368 words for 8x11 bucktommy smutty fix it and things are finally taking off (am I completely happy with this section. Not really but I’ve already rewritten it two times). So full steam ahead lol🔥 CW: smut

Evan grins, slow and wicked, like he already knows every way he’s about to make Tommy come undone. He kisses him once more, deep, filthy, and a whole lot of promise in it before sliding down his body, nipping and licking as he goes. Tommy’s breath hitches with every inch he covers on his trail downward, anticipation thrumming in his veins.

When he finally reaches Tommy’s cock, he pauses—just long enough to make Tommy twitch—then wraps his mouth around him enveloping him slowly, like he’s savoring the taste and weight of him.

Tommy gasps, hips jerking uncontrollably. “Shit—”

Evan hums around him, slick and hot, his tongue teasing just under the head in a way that makes Tommy want to beg before he’s sliding back down to take more of his length into his mouth. One of his hands grips Tommy’s thigh, firm and possessive, while the other wraps around the base of Tommy's cock, controlling his pace and rhythm.

Tommy bites down on his lip, trying to keep the moans in, already teetering on the edge of just too much. Heat rushes to his face as he takes in the sight of Evan’s pretty pink lips wrapped around him, the way he keeps bobbing up and down on his cock like it's the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

It’s getting to the right side of messy, just the way Tommy loves it—the sloppy sucks and obscene slurping making his toes curl as he grabs onto Evan’s hair. He doesn’t push or guide, just lets himself feel the motion. His pulse quickens every time Evan takes the time to drag the flat of his tongue under the head of his cock or slip it into the slit.

“God…sweetheart,” Tommy trembles, already feeling wrecked. He can’t hold his moans back anymore and they break free, filling the air. He doesn’t even notice when his eyes squeeze shut, bracing against the waves of pleasure—until the warmth around his cock disappears with a wet pop.

He whines at the loss, lashes fluttering open just in time to catch Evan licking his lips, eyes blown so wide they look more black than blue. Evan gives his thigh a sharp squeeze, grounding him.

“Turn around,” he rasps, his voice rough, breath hot against Tommy’s skin. Goosebumps erupt across his body.

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And about 147 words for amnesia fic. I’m skipping some stuff I don’t want to spoil just yet. So a shorter snippet for this one

She glances at Sal, and they share another one of those silent and unreadable looks. Since when does Maddie know this guy so well?

The doctor steps back in, taking the opportunity to run Buck’s injuries by him: a severe concussion, three broken ribs, multiple lacerations. “We’ll be monitoring the concussion closely, and the rest is up to your body. Some rest and you should make a steady recovery,” he finishes.

Buck lets out a sharp, bitter laugh that doesn't feel like his. “Yeah. Wh—what about the memory loss? I—there’s…obviously things missing, things I can’t remember. Will I get those back?” He forces himself to keep his eyes on the doctor’s calm face, not Sal’s unreadable one nor Maddie’s pitying looks. “How much time did I lose?”

The silence that follows is suffocating. Maddie’s voice finally breaks it. “Can I talk to him alone?”

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Oliver talking to Good Morning America. He says what he enjoys most about being back filming is being with the cast, they all get along so well.

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Oliver posted these to his instagram but deleted.

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911 | 1x10 ● 8x15 ● 8x16

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Wifey! For the make me write, maybe some werewolf/vampire BuckTommy 🩸 and the word storm. Love you 😘

Wifey!!! 348 words and the word storm just for you! ❤️ Love you! Things are heating up between our boys!

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“I’m starting to learn.” Tommy silences him with a slow kiss, desire burning through him and turning everything to ash. Where once a fiery storm resided in his chest, a terrible maelstrom that he ignored and let wreak havoc, now he finds a sense of belonging. Evan Buckley has become an intrinsic part of Tommy Kinard and he knows the reverse is true. This must be what it means to be mates, tied together by fate and chance and a whole lot of luck.

“Do you,” Evan pants and squirms in his lap as Tommy pays extra attention to his clavicle, “do you remember the first night we met?”

“Of course.” Tommy delicately scrapes his fangs over heated skin and fights the urge to sink them in. What he really wants to do is bite down when Evan’s in the throes of his orgasm and taste sex and lust straight from his bloodstream.

“Best night of my life.” Evan’s hips rock forward and Tommy thrusts up to meet him somewhere in the middle, chasing the dizzying sense of pleasure that’s pulsing in the air around them. “I-I wanted you immediately. Didn’t even know I like-liked men.” He chokes on his next breath as Tommy licks over their mating bond and clenches his thighs tight around Tommy’s hips. “I’m so glad you saved me.”

“Me too.” Tommy admits, stroking a broad palm over Evan’s ribs before hiking his shirt up to his mid-chest. “Take this off. Wanna mark you up and make you feel me for days.”

“Aren’t wolves supposed to be the territorial ones?” Evan teases, already doing as told. He barely gets his shirt removed before Tommy latches onto one of his nipples, flicking his tongue firmly against the rapidly hardening nub of flesh. “Fuck!” Clawed fingers tangle in his hair and Tommy hums in pleasure, scraping a nail over Evan’s other nipple. “T-Tommy…”

“You keep saying my name like that and we’re never going to make it to the main event.” Tommy warns with a low growl, moving his mouth to Evan’s collarbone and sucking hard.