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the Writer Mood™ when you've got the shadow of a concept of a scene and a couple lines of dialogue bouncing around in your head like a screensaver and you have to be like buddy, come back when you're something coherent. i can't do anything with this.

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I love you Lou Ferrigno Jr and I hope you have a great day and PLEASE POST SOMETHING I'm begging you

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I’ve been on vacation in Michigan for the last week. We have been traveling up the Lake Michigan coast, stopping in little beach towns along the way. Today, on our last day, our weather luck ran out. There are thunderstorms this morning that will hopefully clear up to let us take the ferry to Mackinac Island this afternoon. I’m ready to be home but I’m not looking forward to the 11 hour drive tomorrow and having to be at work Monday morning. ☹️

I made my mom pull over so that I could take photo of this giant hotdog in Mackinaw City.

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By Frida Floral Studio

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decentralize and clean up your life!!!

use overdrive, libby, hoopla, cloudlibrary, and kanopy instead of amazon and audible.

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get rid of bloatware

use libreoffice instead of microsoft office suite

use vetted sites on r/FREEMEDIAHECKYEAH for free movies, books, games, etc.

use trakt or letterboxd instead of imdb.

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use mediahuman or cobalt to download music, or support your favorite artists directly through bandcamp

make youtube bearable by using mtube, newpipe, or the unhook extension on chrome, firefox, or microsoft edge

use search for a cause or ecosia to support the environment instead of google

use thriftbooks to buy new or used books (they also have manga, textbooks, home goods, CDs, DVDs, and blurays)

use flashpoint to play archived online flash games

find books, movies, games, etc. on the internet archive! for starters, here's a bunch of David Attenborough documentaries and all of the Animorphs books

burn your music onto cds

use pdf24 (available online or as a desktop app) instead of adobe

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use thunderbird, mailfence, countermail, edison mail, tuta, or proton mail instead of gmail

remove bloatware on windows PC, macOS, and iOS X

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use pixelfed instead of instagram or meta

use NCH suite for free software like a file converter, image editor, video editors, pdf editor, etc.

feel free to add more alternatives, resources or advice in the reblogs or replies, and i'll add them to the main post <3

last updated: march 18th 2025

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🔮✨𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 💫 👀 Fully applicable to both cat and you (insta)

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Glee Quote Rings True for 9-1-1

"You used to be just sort of unlikable, but now I pretty much feel like punching you EVERY time you open your mouth." Quinn about Rachel.

This is how I feel about Eddie Diaz on 9-1-1.

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what if the puddle jumpers could play music. imagine john doing one of his dangerous runs with viva la vida blaring in the background

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Buck puts together a cooking scrapbook of all the recipes he learned from Bobby. Writes down ingredients, instructions. He also wrote down his memories of cooking with Bobby and what that time together meant to Buck. Making the cooking scrapbook becomes a productive way for Buck to work through his grief.

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🍪 wip wednesday 🍪

can we say plot bunny?? (recipe and tag below the cut)

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“Hello, and welcome back!”

“Welcome back!” Jee echoed.

“Today we are making Miss Jee’s favourite chocolate chip cookies,” Buck drew out the word favourite dramatically, getting a giggle out of the young girl. “Now, adults, you’re going to like these because they are actually as fast to make as the recipe says, and I’ll link that below. You’ll need a bowl, beaters — you can use a stand mixer if you have one but handheld works just fine! — a spatula, a spoon if you want, and approximately two baking sheets. You might need more depending on how big you make the cookies.”

Jee tugged on his sleeve.

“Don’t worry Miss Jee, we’re getting to the ingredients,” the camera moved to show off the arranged ingredients on the kitchen island. Jee happily pointed to each one and listed them off. “All the measurements are in the recipe,” Buck assured the audience from behind the camera.

The scene cut to Buck and Jee behind the kitchen island.

“Okay, first we are going to mix together the sugars and the butter,” Buck said. “Jee is going measure and add the sugar, and I’m going to pour the melted butter because the bowl is still hot.”

Jee carefully measured the white and brown sugar, adding them to the bowl. Buck poured in the melted butter, putting the empty bowl into the sink.

“Now we get to crack an egg. Jee, do you want to try this time?”

Jee nodded enthusiastically, and Buck handed her an egg and a bowl.

“Now, for anyone new to cracking eggs, it’s always a good idea to break your egg over a separate bowl. If you do get any shell in it, it’s a lot easier to scoop out that way. We don’t want any accidental crunch in our cookies!”

“No crunch,” Jee agreed, cracking the egg against the rim of the bowl with all the care a four year old could muster, pulling the two halves apart and letting the egg drip into the bowl. Buck held out the compost bin for the shell, and then the two of them checked the bowl.

“Miss Jee! Amazing! No shells at all.” Buck tilted the bowl so the audience could see. “Is this your first egg with no shells Jee?”

Jee nodded. “It is!”

“And we got it on camera! Your mom will be so pleased.” Buck let Jee pour the egg into the bowl, and he added the vanilla. “Now, we beat them together. You want to do it just enough that everything is mixed, but if you do it too long, they're not as soft.”

Buck plugged in his handheld mixer and let Jee take it first, wrapping his hand around her small one. “Little hands can definitely help with this, but adults, they might need a little assistance.”

Jee hit the switch to start the beaters, and they mixed the ingredients until everything was combined. Buck turned the beater off, and used the spatula to get the remnants off the beaters.

“Now, the dry ingredients.”

Jee took over again, pouring in the carefully measured flour, baking soda and salt. Buck held the bowl while she used the spatula to mix everything together.

“And last, the chocolate chip cookies! Now you can use chips, chocolate chunks, we’ve even used salted caramel chips before and those were delicious. But I found some unicorn white chocolate chips at the grocery store so we’re going to use those today.”

Jee poured the chips into a measuring cup, then into the bowl.

“What do you think Jee, do we need a few more?”

Jee looked at the bowl critically. “Yes,” she declared, and held her hand out. Buck poured some chips into her hand, and she ate them rather than add them to the bowl.

“Adults, watch out for the sugar high,” Buck laughed, adding a few more chocolate chips to the batter.

They both washed their hands, then Buck used the spoon to scoop batter into Jee’s hands, letting her roll it into balls and place them on the baking sheets.

“Now, you can make these cookies as big or small as you want, just watch your cooking time,” Buck told the audience. “We like to make them about the size of Jee’s hands so it’s easy for her to hold them.”

Jee placed her hand next to one of the cookies on the sheet to show the size comparison.

“And now, into the oven! Nine to eleven minutes, usually, but watch them the first time you make them, ovens can all heat a little differently. You want to take them out when they’re still puffy and look a little underbaked.”

The scene cut to the cookies being pulled out of the oven.

“Give them a couple minutes to finish cooking, and cool down enough to eat,” Buck’s voice came from behind the camera.

The scene cut again to the cooled cookies, Buck and Jee each holding one, a glass of milk in front of each of them.

“Cheers!” Jee said, and they tapped their cookies together before taking a bite.

“Do you like the new chocolate chips Jee?” Buck asked.

“They’re yummy,” Jee declared. “And pink!”

“There you have it folks, the softest chocolate chip cookies. Enjoy!”

The channel’s logo, Baking with Buck and Jee, took over the screen before it went to black.

no pressure tagging @geddyqueer @alchemistc @liminalmemories21 @livelaughlou @thecarrott @beanarie @apollabarnes @rcmclachlan @leashybebes @setmeatopthepyre @26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @harmless-variety-of-garden-snake @herrmannhalsteadproduction @momotonescreaming @chimneyz @devirnis @robinminustherichard @spicycinnabun @trombonechurchill @screamlet @ladyeyrewrites @emphasisonthehomo

actual recipe cause those cookies are damn good

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Kinda insane that Tommy can accept all of Buck's insanity but not the idea that his own boyfriend could love him and want to be with him forever....

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Giving Off the Rich Scent of Cinnamon and Fullfilment

BuckTommy | post S8 | Gen

Buck gets several apologies, gets his man, and gets his future. Not necessarily in that order.

(I think this started as a bingo fill, but here we are)

Buck can't stop giggling, he knows he's going to give it away, but he just can't stop giggling. It's kind of embarassing really, but every time Tommy catches his eye he gets a smile from the man so he isn't too embarrassed after all.

Gina keeps breaking into deep guffaws every time she looks at either one of them, and Sal has already had to step out onto the back patio several times. They all need to pull themselves together before their guests arrive, or they're never going to make this work.

Buck takes a few deep breaths, takes a sip of wine, and makes the mistake of making eye contact with Gina. The wine flies out of his mouth as they both start on another peel of laughter, and Tommy chuckles himself before calling out to Sal at the same time he wraps his arms around Buck.

"Sal, come get your wife, we need to seperate her and Buck before they waste all the wine on spit takes!"

"HA!" Sal laughs on a gasp in as he slides back through the patio door, closing it behind him and walking straight to Gina. "Okay, okay. Game face, Deluca."

"Speak for yourself!" Gina cries, letting Sal gently turn her around and guide her toward the living room, "You can't stop laughing either!"

Buck doesn't hear Sal's reply, but he does hear the indignant sqwak that Gina lets out in reply and has to lay a hand across his eyes to stop himself from going off again. His cheeks hurt and he can feel how red he is; his lungs are sore, but he's so damn happy he can't even be upset.

Tommy clutches him closer, leaning around Buck's shoulders to plant a kiss on Buck's jaw. Tommy lets out a small huff of a laugh and Buck groans.

"Don't you start," he says quietly, letting his weight settle more heavily onto Tommy's chest.

"I'm not, 'm not, I promise." Tommy tells him, but the cadence of his words and the wobbling of his lips against Buck's face tells a different story.

Before Buck can even think of a retort or retaliation, the doorbell rings. He hears Sal call out that he's got the door, and a few seconds later hears Sal greating Athena. Buck pulls away from Tommy's grip, grabbing the bottle of wine and as many glasses as he can hold--giving Tommy a sharp eyebrow and a look at the other glasses. Tommy grins at him and grabs the rest, following Buck into the living room.

"Deluca, always good to see you. How's your probie? That was a nasty spill he took at that pile up last week."

Athena looks well-rested in a way that Buck knows has been hard earned. The vacation she took shortly after Baby Bobby was born did her wonders; spending time with Michael and David and not worrying about anything was the perfect choice.

She sees Buck coming but listens intently as Sal tells her that their probie is uninjured, only embarrassed, and takes a glass gratefully. She greets Gina before pulling Buck aside just like he knew she would.

"This is quite the place, Buck. A lot of stuff you've seemed to have collected suddenly."

Buck sets the wine and glasses down on the coffee table and rubs a hand across the back of his neck. "Uh," he stammers, not making eye contact, "yeah. That's uh."

Athena is relentless. It's why Buck told her that the party started at 7:30 and told everyone else 8:00.

"And I notice your so called ex-boyfriend is here too."

Her eyebrows are sky high and Buck throws panicked eyes at Tommy over her head. Tommy walks toward them smoothly, reaching for Buck's hand and sending a disarming smile at Athena.

"Athena! Hi. We're so glad you could come."

"Uh-huh," she says, turning her gaze to Tommy. Buck is definitely making fun of him later for the way Tommy's hand clenches tightly when she looks at him. "You always help your ex-boyfriends throw house warming parties?"

"Well, just one really." Tommy says, chuckling nervously, "this one."

"What is going on he-" Athena starts, but she's cut off by the doorbell ringing again. Through the glass in the door, Buck can tell its the Han family on the front stoop.

Buck curses under his breath and looks at Tommy. Tommy's gaze softens and he motions his head toward the door.

"Go ahead, Evan. I can show Athena the back yard."

Buck squeezes his hand in gratitude and sends Athena what he hopes is an apologetic look. In just a few long strides he's at the front door and Tommy is leading a grumbling but compliant Athena toward the kitchen. Buck hears the sliding door squeal as he pulls open the front door. He makes eye contact with Maddie first, the baby in her arms.

"Hey!" He greets them warmly, reaching out automatically to pull Maddie across the threshold and into a gentle side hug. He sends Chim a nod and when he releases Maddie he crouches down to say hello to Jee.

"Uncle Buck!" She cries, throwing herself into his arms.

"Hey, kid! Oh I think you've grown since I last saw you!" Buck tells her, standing and setting her against his hip.

"You just saw me yesterday!" She tells him in her newest no-nonsense voice, and Buck has to stop himself from laughing.

"Hmmm," he says, pretending to think it over, "I think you're just a reaaaaaaally fast grower."

"Noooo, Uncle Buck," she says, but before she can launch into a lecture on how silly he is, Chim loudly exclaims over the other guests who have made themselves at home on the oversized loveseat next to the fireplace.

"Sal! What are you doing here man? You know Buck?"

Chim wanders over towards the Delucas, Maddie following him.

"Who are they, Uncle Buck?" Jee whispers, leaning into Buck's neck.

"They're some friends of Uncle Tommy's, Jee." He whispers back, and she takes the answer in stride. Buck goes to close the door, but stops when he sees a three familiar figures making their way up the sidewalk towards the house.

Ravi and Lucy are talking animatedly, all waving hands and familiar shoulder pats. Eddie walks beside them, slightly out of step and looking confused at Lucy's mere presence. Before they get close Buck sees Melton and his wife close behind, a bottle of wine grasped in his hands just like Buck knew there would be even though Tommy told Melton that they didn't need to bring anything.

Buck holds the door open and shoots a grin to Ravi and Lucy, greeting them as they walk in and immediately split off to the kitchen to grab out the snacks they had brought over earlier.

Eddie comes through after, pausing only to shoot Buck a perplexed glance and distracted "Hey, Buck".

"Hey, Eddie," Buck replies evenly, not letting himself get to deep into it. Jee is still buried in his neck, but she pops her head out when Melton and Ellie walk in, letting herself be introduced and giving a wave. Buck directs them to the kitchen, letting them know that Lucy would know where the ice bucket is for thier bottle of wine.

Jee wiggles to get down then, so Buck drops her to the floor gently and she runs off to grab at the back of Maddie's pants where she and Chim are still talking to Sal and Gina.

Eddie is standing with his hip leaned against the couch, head tilted slightly sideways and staring into the back of the house. Buck leans over and follows his gaze, clearly able to see Athena and Tommy talking with the setting sun lighting them up from behind. Athena reaches up to swipe a hand across her face, and the last thing Buck sees before he turns toward a noise coming from the driveway is Athena decidedly pulling a suprised Tommy down into a hug.

Karen, Hen, Denny, and Mara are tumbling out of Hen's car, all grinning when they see him. He lets the entire Wilson family hug him on their way in, and he gives Karen a non-commital hum when she hits him with a, "damn, Buck, who's your realtor? How did you get a split-level this nice?"

He saved from giving an answer when the last three guests of the night appear from behind his truck, carrying a pack of Tommy's favorite IPA and the ten pizzas Tommy had asked them to pick up on the way in.

"Buckleeeeeeeeeeey!" Adams cries out when he sees Buck in the doorway, slapping a hand across Buck's shoulders as the only one with completely free hands. His air helicopter paramedic teammates echo him, and Buck laughs at the cacophony of sound that hits him.

"Hey guys," he says, and immediately hears a scoff.

"Do not say guys, Buckley; I know you've got eyes." Ramirez tells him, shaking her head over where Buck can barely see her eyes past the top pizza box.

"Sorry, Dani," he says, patting her on the shoulder and taking half of the pizzas from her.

"Don't listen to her, Buck, she's just fuckin' with you."

"Small ears, Smith! Small ears!" Lucy's voice reprimands, and Joey winces. He mouths sorry and tries, unsuccessfully, to slink behind Lopez; though she's about a foot and a half too short for that.

Adams rolls his eyes and gestures with his full wingspan, "where you want this stuff, triple B?"

Buck rolls his eyes back, but leads them to the kitchen. They set everything down on the counter, Joey placing a few IPAs in the ice next to Melton's wine, and shoves the others into the refrigerator.

Eddie has found himself sitting at the island next to Lucy, nodding along as she talks about her last rescue. As Buck sets the pizzas down, Athena and Tommy make their way back inside. Athena clocks Buck immediately, a determined pace in her step as she rounds the island and stands in front of him.

"Evan Buckley," she says seriously, and its like the entire kitchen stops breathing.

"Uh," Buck says eloquently, panicked glance hitting Tommy once again. Tommy is absolutely no help, with his soft smile and red-rimmed eyes. Buck thinks he hears Eddie exclaiming in surprise at Tommy's appearance, but Buck exists only in this moment with Athena. Nervousness twists through him, but before he can get himself too worried, Athena's arms are around him and she's squeezing him as hard as she can.

Which, for the record, is pretty hard. Buck's breath leaves his diaphragm in a woosh, and its all he can do to wrap his arms around her in turn.

"He would be so happy, Buck. I swear to you. He loved the two of you together. He loved you. All he wanted was for you to be happy."

Buck doesn't know how he does it, maybe its the lack of breath, but he slams his eyes closed before any tears can escape.

"Than-thanks, Athena. I appreciate that. I am happy." He says into her hair, hoping she can hear him.

"I'm happy for you too, Buck. I'm proud of you."

Buck just nods, not trusting his voice to stay steady.

Athena pulls back then, and abruptly smacks Buck across the chest.

"Wha-what?!" Buck exclaims, reaching up to rub a hand across the area, eyebrows pinching in confusion, "Athena? You smack everyone you're proud of?"

Buck dances away from her when her hand comes up to point a figure at him. Lucy and Tommy are laughing outright at him, the air ambulance peanut gallery is giggling too.

"I am not protecting you when she finds out and comes after you."

Buck gives a very mature whine then and hangs his head, "yeah, trust me, I am not looking forward to it."

Athena shakes her head, and turns to look at Tommy.

"Don't you laugh, Kinard, you think she won't go after all of her family for this?" Athena puts special emphasis on all, and Buck snickers when he sees Tommy's grin fall.

Finally, Athena looks at the food and gestures towards it.

"Well, the food is here, in five minutes I will have a fine glass of this wine in my hands, and I will enjoy the show. Chop chop boys."

Athena grabs the wine, pops open a box of pizza, grabs a slice, and walks out of the kitchen. Buck decidedly chooses not to ask her to take a plate.

"She's right, Evan." Tommy says, and Buck sighs but nods.

"Yeah, lets do this. Grab the plates."

Tommy directs Joey to where the plates are and grabs a bottle of beer for himself, giving Lucy a warm hello and Eddie a bland one, then grabs two pizza boxes and heads out to the living room.

Buck follows him with two more, and the others follow suit. When everyone is gathered in the living room, which has seemingly become much more crowded and small, Buck, Tommy, and Joey set down their loads and Buck pulls Tommy with him to the front of the room.

Lucy, Eddie, Lopez, Adams, and Smith line the back wall; Gina and Sal still have claim on the love seat with Ravi on the arm of it; Maddie, Chim, Hen, and Karen are piled onto the couch; the kids are sitting on the floor and eagerly eying the pizza; and Melton and Ellie round out the party by leaning against the squashy armchair that Athena sits in, sipping her wine and taking slow and measured bites of her pizza.

"Uh, h-hi, everyone. Thanks for coming," Buck starts, and he feels Tommy's hand squeeze his reassuringly. Other than Athena and Ravi, Buck's adult guests have varying levels of confusion on their faces as they look at Tommy, and Buck knows he can't pause for too long unless he wants Chim to interrupt with the questions that are surely ready to burst out of him.

"I know that we told you that this was a house warming party--which, it is! Tommy and I bought and moved into this home, together."

The harbor folks plus Gina and Sal are grinning happily, Ravi is shooting them a thumbs up, and Athena gives him a firm nod. He takes a deep breath and looks at Tommy. Tommy sends him a smile back, and Buck feels an answering one come out effortlessly across his own face.

"But, well, it's, uh," Buck says, trying to keep the courage flowing.

"It's not just a house warming party, Tommy cuts in smoothly, saving Buck from himself, his voice like a soothing balm, "It's also..." Tommy trails off, dropping Buck's hand and moving swiftly behind his back, "...a celebration of our marriage."

Tommy brings his left hand up with a flourish, and Buck slips his own ring on then brings his hand up too. Their matching bands glint in the warm lighting, and silence echos through the room.

Buck braces himself, looking around at the faces in front of him. Mouths have dropped open, the only exceptions being the kids under four, Athena, and Sal and Gina. Of course Sal and Gina aren't doing much better, they're also watching the crowd with unhinged glee on their faces.

"So, um--" Buck starts, but a wall of sound hits him, voices bending together and making each other incomprehensible.

"What?!" Seems popular, echoed by the group at the back.

"Are you kidding me?" Comes from Chim, high pitched and wild.

Ravi is laughing loudly, head thrown back and hand clutching at his chest.

Melton and Ellie are cheering, along with Denny and Mara, clapping and hooting.

Buck isn't sure how to react, he just feels Tommy pulled away from him when his husband gets mobbed by Lucy, Adams, Lopez, and Smith--surrounding him and badgering him with questions and congratulations all at once. Buck smiles, glad to see his husband so covered by love and joy.

Ravi's laughter dies down and he's oblivious to the others' moods, jumping up to pull Buck into a one armed hug and give him a heartfelt "congrats, Buck. And, like, you're welcome." It knocks Buck for a loop enough that he laughs, smacking Ravi lightly on the shoulder and pushing him away. Ravi chuckles again before stepping back to sit in his already claimed spot--those this time its suspiciously closer to Sal.

That--Buck can't think about that right now. He turns back to face the rest of his friends and family.

Fear starts to creep in a bit, smoothed over slightly when Denny and Mara send sweet, twin "congratulations, Buck!" exclamations up at him. He smiles at them and gently tells them to grab some pizza if they're hungry. They dig in immediately, stopping to help Jee get a slice onto a plate before picking their own.

Buck's eyes flick up and past the couch, stopping on Eddie's shocked gaze for just a moment before Athena saves him by finishing her slice of pizza and clearing her throat. He looks to her, feeling warm, and she raises her half empty wine glass to him.

"Congratulations, Buck. This is wonderful, of course." Athena says, the small smile sent his way at odds with the deliberate and pointed edge to her second statement.

It does what she intended, suddenly several voices are tumbling over each other to congratulate him.

"Yes! Wonderful-this is wonderful, Buck!" He makes out from Karen, always better at schooling her face and tone than Hen is.

Hen, who barely gets a "Congratulations, to...both of you." out between her eyebrows doing gymnastics and her hands flung out and gesturing wildly.

Chim doesn't try to disguise his confusion, but he does inject a bit of excitement into his voice when he declares loudly; "This is great! Another cool brother-in-law. You hear that Jee? You got another Uncle!"

Jee lets out an unintelligible squeel of excitement around the mouthful of pizza she's chewing on, and Buck takes the moment for what it is to smile down at her.

"Thanks, guys." Buck says, softly. He gets smiles back, with varying levels of believability, and he finally forces himself to look at his sister.

Maddie is looking down at the baby, frowning. Chimney sees Buck looking and gently taps Maddie on the shoulder, holding his hands out to take his son and nodding towards Buck.

Maddie seems to blink and shake herself, handing baby Bobby off and standing. She takes a few steps towards Buck, arms raised for a hug. Its all wrong--stiff and uncomfortable, not an ounce of warmth.

It's over quickly, Maddie pulling back to grab him by the forearms firmly. She looks up at him, and Buck feels his heart throb painfully when he sees the start of tears in Maddie's eyes--the smile that doesn't reach them.

"This is so amazing for you, Buck. I'm so happy for you."

She speaks at a normal volume, but her voice wavers and wobbles the entire sentence through.

"Mads-" Buck tries, but she purses her lips and shakes her head. Her eyes blink rapidly before squaring him with as steady as a look as she can manage.

"I'm happy for you." She reiterates, before looking down and taking a shaky breath.

"Excuse me, I need to grab Jee a glass of water and a paper towl before she gets sauce all over your wonderful rug here." She tells him, stepping back and away quickly.

He wants to call out, wants to ask her to stay as he watches her quickly retreat toward the kitchen, but they're lucky enough that all of Harbour and Ravi, Gina, and Sal are distracted by their own conversations to have noticed and Buck doesn't want to draw more attention to it.

He looks to Chim, who hits him with a sad tilt of the head and a shrug. Chim mouths the word "go" at him, and he nods and takes off.

The living room is spacious but it doesn't take Buck more than a few strides to cross it, only stopping for a second when Eddie tries to catch him on his way past.

It's a bit mean, but Buck can't find it within himself to care when Eddie says "Buck, what-" and Buck simply nods and cuts him off with a flat "Yeah, thanks man."

Buck crosses the arched doorway into the kitchen and doesn't see Maddie, but a shadow moves across the patio and he doesn't hesitate to slide open the door and step out into the cool night air. Maddie is leaned against the corner of the patio, shoulders slumped and hand swiping furiously across her face. Her back is to Buck, so she doesn't realize it's him who's come out.

"I'm fine, Chim, I'll be back in a--Buck." She says, hand smudging across her eyes faster when she sees him.

"Maddie, I-I'm sorry. I know...I know I can't fix this but I am sorry."

"What?" She asks, eyebrows rising sharply and voice cracking slightly at the force of it. "You're sorry? Buck, I'm sorry."

"Wha-what? What do you mean?"

"What kind of sister pays so little attention to her brother--enc-encourages him to drop the man he clearly loves, doesn't realize that she didn't even know where he moved to...treats her brother so carelessly that you didn't even tell me you were getting married."

It comes out in a rush, quick and breathless in a way Maddie rarely is. She sounds more like Buck than ever in that moment, and Buck can't help but feel fondness and care swell up along the guilt and sadness that are already there.

"No, no Maddie, it wasn't you. I-I was being rash and selfis--"

"Don't you dare, Evan Buckley." Maddie cuts him off, eyes flashing and hand shooting out to grasp his hand where he was moving it through the air. "Do you love Tommy?"

"Yes? Of course." Buck tells her, no need to think.

"Do you want to be with Tommy? Share a life with him?"

"Ye-yeah."

"Does he treat you well? Never hits you or yells at you or insults you?" Maddie's voice is serious, and Buck knows what she's really asking after.

"Yeah, Mads. He's good to me."

Maddie nods, her eyes pitching upward as she blinks rapidly again.

"For a long time, have you felt like...like we haven't been there for you?"

"Oh, uh, no-no, you all have been great, really. Things have been hard for everyone..." he tries, but trails off when Maddie starts shaking her head.

"No, Buck. Don't give us a pass. Don't give me a pass."

"Maddie, you were kidnapped. You had a baby."

"You're right. Maybe I couldn't be there for you as much as I would have wanted to. But I could have knocked some sense into Chim. I could have asked Hen to talk with you more. I could have realized that you and Eddie...something happened there."

She sounds sad, mournful; like she's breaking her own heart in real time.

"That uh...well," Buck says, not quite sure what to say, "I'm not sure what's going on there."

"You weren't selfish for getting married, or moving, or turning to Tommy. Your family hasn't been there for you. Not like we should have." Maddie speaks fiercely, not breaking eye contact. She grabs one of Buck's hands in both of hers. "I will never be upset that you picked yourself up as much as you could and you found a way through. How could I be, when you supported me when it was my turn?"

Buck smiles a bit then, surprised when the action pushes a tear out of his eye. He reaches to wipe it away but Maddie beats him to it.

"I'm sorry that I tried to talk you away from Tommy. God he must hate me."

"No way. He thinks you're great."

Maddie chuckles wetly, and Buck feels warmth finally pushing all the negatives out of his ribcage.

"Well, then I'm lucky. But Buck, I want to be clear with you. I'm sad I wasn't there for your wedding, but I understand completely why you didn't tell any of us. You deserve to be happy, you deserve a good thing, you deserve to have support. I've been such a--a hypocrite! All of me and Chim's complicated relationship history and we've all been treating you like you should have just given up on Tommy. You deserved someone, anyone telling you to fight for your big romance. For your husband."

Buck's fully crying now, he knows his cheeks are going splotchy red and he's going to have a headache if he doesn't chug some water after this.

"O-okay." Is all he can get out, feeling like he's eight years old again and Maddie is telling him that there's nothing wrong with him, that its his parents that are the problem, not him.

Before Buck can reply, the door squeals open and Chim steps out, backlit by the yellow porch light Buck is going to get Tommy to replace soon.

"Uh-oh, blubbering Buckleys," he announces, giving a sly grin when Maddie and Buck let out nearly identical annoyed huffs, "I came out here with a bone to pick, but I can't just yell at a crying man."

Buck cringes, already pulling up an apology when Maddie steps in with a finger raised at her husband.

"Howard Han, don't you dare make him feel bad about this."

Chim throws his hands up in surrender, speaking quickly in the face of his wife's wrath.

"No no no no, not about this. I meant what I said. Tommy as a brother-in-law? So cool. Finally someone who will get my movie references being around all of the time."

Buck laughs, and Maddie backs down.

"The bone I wanted to pick was that of all the houses, of all the options, you're seriously going to Captain Sal Deluca? He's going to hold this over me forever, Buck."

Chimney ends his speech with a groan, giving Buck wide eyes and pleading hands.

Maddie turns, looking up at Buck with surpise.

"You're leaving the 118?" She asks, and Buck sighs before nodding.

"Uh, yeah." He says quietly. "I'm sorry Chim, he must not have realized that you didn't know. I wanted to tell you...tell all of you at once. Just wanted to get all of this out of the way first."

Chimney sighs, not unkindly, and reaches his arms out towards Buck. Buck goes easily, accepting the hug and returning it without hesitation.

"It's okay, Buck. I get it. Well, maybe I don't. But I know that Sal is going to take care of you, and so will Tommy."

Buck nods, pulling back from the hug.

"But I don't want you to think that we don't want to be there for you too. That's on me. On us, Buck. You've done so much to help everyone else. To pick me up when I needed someone to. We haven't repaid that. Hell, we haven't even acknowledged it. Although, maybe Ravi has."

Buck doesn't say anything, just lets the words flow over him. Standing in the courthouse today, Buck needed to tell himself that the fallout would be worth it--he doesn't know what to do with the fact that his suprise nuptials and career move are actually making things...better.

Chim stops for a moment, mouth twisting as he throws a thumb up pointing past his shoulder, "also, uh, what is going on with Ravi, Sal, and Gi--"

Buck cuts him off with a strangled noise and quick but blunt statement: "I'm not thinking about that. At all."

Chim shrugs, and starts up where he left off.

"And the speech I gave...about no one leaving...it was a good speech. But a speech means nothing when you aren't doing anything to back it up, and I need you to know that I'm not upset with you, and I don't think you're abandoning us, and--"

"Buckaroo, I'm so--" Hen's voice cuts through, sounding out in tandem with the sliding door's squeak. After the porch light, slathering the door track in WD40 is happening.

"Hen, don't step on my momen--"

"You've been out here forever and I can't keep getting the double judging look from Karen AND Athena."

Chim huffs loudly and rolls his eyes, "fine, whatever. Buck, long story short: I love you, you're my brother, and I hope you'll let me be a part of your life--new house and Tommy and all. Even Sal being your captain."

"Wait, what?!" Hen exclaims, looking rapidly between Chim and Buck. Buck sends a half-hearted glare at Chim, but Chim just shrugs.

"Sorry, Buckaroo. I'm pretty sure Eddie overheard Sal and I. So Hen was going to find out quickly."

Hen's letting out a string of confused noises, still waiting for an answer. Buck leans around them both and looks back into the house.

Eddie was turned towards them, watching with a complicated expression on his face. He sees Buck looking at him, and Buck doesn't know what's on his own face, but Eddie nods just once--then Buck is watching him shrug his jacket back on and walk out the front door.

Buck sighs, and Hen and Chim, from where they turned just in time to see Eddie's back and the door closing, hiss simultaneously.

"Uh, what's going on there?" Hen asks, and Buck can't seem to answer her.

Maddie, though she's been silent for a while, squeezes Buck's arm before clearing her throat.

"Hey, this is a party, right? A celebration? There will be time to talk about changes after tonight. My baby brother just got married--not in a hospital room. Let's go celebrate."

Buck feels so grateful for her, and he gives her a smile before pulling her in for a side hug. She does easily, and when Buck looks up Chim and Hen are giving him soft smiles.

"She's right. Let's go celebrate, Buck." Hen tells him, opening the door and turning to head inside.

Buck lets them all head in before him, and as he's stepping in himself he feels Tommy approach him from the side.

"Hey," Tommy calls, body moving until he's a long line of heat up Buck's side, "all good?"

Buck looks at him, knowing his eyes must still be bright and his cheeks red, but smiles at his husband. He reaches down to grab Tommy's hand and lifts it to his lips, kissing the line where skin meets silver.

"All good, husband."

Tommy smiles back, lovestruck in a way Buck knows he'll never get used to.

"Good. C'mon, harbor wants thier turn at congratulating you."

Buck laughs, letting himself be pulled toward the murmur of noise coming from thier living room.

"...also, we need to seperate Ravi from our witnesses. They're staying in our guest room tonight, and while I very much support...whatever that is, I do NOT want to hear it on my wedding night."

Buck throws his head back and laughs, delighted in a way he hasn't been for nearly a year. In his delight, he does mourn the fact that Bobby won't be waiting around the corner for him. He spares a thought for a friendship that became lost when Eddie walked out the door.

These thoughts simmer though him; he feels them like veins under his skin, but they fall away and fade into the background of his heart and mind and body--carrying him on to every wonderful thing he's got ahead of him.

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Y’all making women in their thirties feel old is my villain origin story actually

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Post-reconciliation, where they have a first time that they didn't get around to during their first go at the relationship and maybe that was on purpose on the part of one of them (Tommy?) and something the other didn't realize was being avoided, but it's happening now and it's like a sign of trust.

The first time they fucked, Tommy had insisted on bottoming. 

That had worked for Buck. He was ready, but he wasn’t ready ready. He hadn’t known how to put that into words at that time, and he had been grateful to have Tommy guiding him. Tommy had gotten himself ready while Buck had watched. He’d stayed on his hands and knees and instructed Buck to fuck him from behind. It was deeper that way, he’d said. Easier. 

It had been different for Buck at first, lining himself up and looking down over a broad back, but the tight clutch of Tommy’s hole was so delicious that Buck had been surprised he didn’t come on the first press inside. He’d even held out long enough to start to get a sense of what Tommy liked, how he wanted it, what to do to wring some incredibly hot and undignified sounds out of him. Buck had come with his face pressed into Tommy’s spine, and the only thought in his head had been again. It was hot. It was fucking incredible. 

They had fucked like that a few times, when they went further than hands and mouths and simple grinding. Buck memorized the constellations of freckles on Tommy’s back. Soon, though, the way that Tommy threw himself back on Buck’s dick and moaned in such deep pleasure had made Buck too curious about how it felt to wait any longer to try it himself. Tommy had started Buck off with fingers first, slowly moving one, two, then three of his thick fingers inside of Buck; stretching and massaging and wringing an orgasm out of Buck so good that he’d been left drooling against Tommy’s chest until his brain came back online. 

When Buck was ready, Tommy had put him on his back and fucked him gently, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. When none arose, and when Buck dug his heels into the small of Tommy’s back on instinct and begged for it harder, Tommy, please, Tommy had given Buck his first taste of just how good bottoming could be. It had only gotten better from there. 

After that first time, Buck had bottomed more than Tommy did. He hadn’t thought about it like that—he hadn’t thought about it at all. He just started kissing Tommy, rubbing on Tommy, touching Tommy’s broad chest, and then all he wanted to do was feel Tommy inside him, Tommy all around him, enveloping him, Tommy kissing his lips and neck with tender possessive passion, Tommy sweating and grunting into his mouth and telling him how good he was while that fat cock hit places inside of Buck that turned him into a mewling, brainless animal. It was intense. It was addicting. It was the most treasured Buck had ever felt. 

Tommy had seemed happy with the way their dynamic was progressing, and it’s not like he’d never bottomed again during their relationship. He’d done it all the time: bent over the kitchen island, up against the shower wall, on his hands and knees on the bed or the couch or the floor. Buck had fucked Tommy like that and never thought about it beyond yes good Tommy yes. Tommy had moaned and pushed back against him, and that same magic that always brewed between them popped and fizzed and bubbled over. Tommy rode Buck hard and pushed his hands down on Buck’s chest to keep him flat on the bed while Tommy took what he wanted. It was hot. 

So Buck hadn’t thought about it. From the beginning, he had been struck with the near inability to think much around Tommy at all. Their relationship had been such a fuckdrunk blur of easy pleasure and simple joy that Buck hadn’t been able to see that Tommy had been avoiding receiving the intimacy that he gave to Buck. 

That changes after they get back together. 

They’re laying in bed one lazy morning about a month into their second try, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and naked from the night before and still giddy about being allowed to have this again. Buck rolls on top of Tommy, settling between his legs without breaking their kiss, and thinking nothing of it. He starts grinding down on Tommy, Tommy ruts up against him, and their breathing turns from sweet sighs to harsh, hungry exhales. 

Buck leans up onto his knees, forcing Tommy’s legs further apart. They wrap around Buck’s hips like a hug, keeping him close. It feels so good to have Tommy around him like this, their limbs tangled and bodies pressed together like they could fuse into one. There’s something different about it that Buck can’t quite put his finger on, but he doesn’t chase the thought. He has more important things on his mind. 

“Wanna fuck you,” Buck breathes against Tommy’s mouth. 

“Yeah.” Tommy nods and kisses Buck harder. “Want you to fuck me. Want you. Fuck, Evan, just like this.” He wraps his arms around Buck and pulls him closer, closer; tightens his legs around Buck’s hips to grind against him better and whines when Buck leans more of his weight down onto him. 

Tommy wasn’t this clingy the first time around, didn’t make these kinds of noises, and Buck is living for it now. He has to lean away and untangle himself a little to find the lube, but the brief moment of separation is worth it when he slides two slick fingers into Tommy and Tommy howls; head thrown back and gorgeous thick neck calling to Buck’s lips like a siren song. Buck kisses, bites, sucks, and Tommy’s moans only spur him on. He knows he’s leaving marks, and Tommy knows he’s leaving marks, and still Tommy holds Buck’s head to his neck in acceptance of Buck’s claim. 

Buck teases and stretches Tommy. He’s still pretty loose from last night, when Buck had fucked him face down into the mattress, hard hard hard as hard as you can Evan, please, I’m yours Evan please please take me. 

That had been different, too. That had been incredible.

Tommy moans and squirms and pushes back against Buck’s fingers, writhes against Buck’s body, and Buck has never, never seen him this openly desperate before. He’s always enthusiastic, but there’s usually a bit of snark still clinging to the edges of his self control. All of that is gone now. This is pure need. 

Buck pulls away from Tommy’s neck to kiss his lips again, to sip these beautiful and unprecedented sounds right from the source, but he stops short when he sees the tears in Tommy’s eyes. 

“Hey,” Buck says softly, stopping the movement of his fingers. “Hey, what’s going on?” 

Tommy shakes his head and lets out a string of jumbled words. “Just need you. Need you like this. You’re- Evan, it’s you, please. Please fuck me like this.” 

Buck doesn’t understand. He hesitates, unsure if he should take Tommy at his word or stop altogether until Tommy can really tell him what’s going on. Then Tommy squeezes his legs around Buck’s hips again and whispers please more breathy than Buck has ever heard from him before, and understanding washes over Buck like a hot shower. 

“We’ve never fucked like this before,” he says, incredulous. “You’ve fucked me like this, but you’ve never- you always keep your distance when you bottom. I never realized…” Buck trails off, just looking at Tommy until he nods. “But it- it’s different now?” 

Tommy strokes up and down Buck’s back. “It’s different now. I wanted it before, but it was too… too real. Too vulnerable.” He blinks away tears. “You would’ve kissed me while you fucked me, all- all big on top of me like this, all around me, and I… god, Evan, it just would’ve been everything. I would have lost myself in you, no coming back. And it felt like if I let myself have that, it would’ve hurt too much when you left.” 

“I’m not leaving,” Buck reminds him. “I wasn’t going to then, either.” 

“I know. I know that now. I trust that. That’s why I want you to fuck me like this. I want to kiss you while you’re inside me, I want…” One tear tracks down the crinkles around Tommy’s eyes as he smiles up at Buck, lips quivering. “I want to let you in.” 

Now Buck could cry too. He leans down and kisses Tommy, cradling his precious face in one hand. He tries to kiss every bit of emotion that he’s feeling into Tommy’s mouth: the wonder, the honor of being trusted like this, the joyful hope. Tommy kisses back and holds onto the back of Buck’s head like he can’t get enough. 

Buck starts moving his fingers again and Tommy moans between their mouths. Buck swallows it down greedily. He’s aching with love, with pride, with protectiveness. He always wants to be good for Tommy, but this feels different: he wants to be good to Tommy. He wants Tommy to feel as loved as Tommy makes Buck feel—as loved as Tommy is. Buck presses and stretches his fingers inside of Tommy, and Tommy writhes with it. 

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m ready,” Tommy breathes into Buck’s mouth. “Need you.” 

Tommy chases Buck’s lips as he pulls away. Tommy’s cheeks are flushed, his pupils are blown wide, and naked desire is written clear across his face. He’s gorgeous—even more than he usually is. Buck has never been tempted to use the word wanton to describe Tommy before, but the needy limbs wrapped around him and the whiny little breaths that hit Buck’s face every time he presses his fingers in make the word stick in his mind. 

“I like you like this,” Buck says. “I like you so open.” 

Tommy whines again and tosses his head back against the pillow. “Evan, please.” 

Buck doesn’t make Tommy wait any longer. He pulls his fingers out gently, gets lube onto his already leaking dick, and presses inside. 

Sinking into Tommy feels like a dream. Warm, wet, tight; arms and legs clinging to Buck’s body like they never have before. Buck shivers and moans and hides his face in Tommy’s neck for a moment while they both adjust. He kisses the skin, licks the sweat, bites the muscle. Tommy rumbles a deep, content noise in his chest, and starts to rock his hips against Buck. 

Buck thrusts shallow and gentle at first, testing how Tommy wants it. They’re in unprecedented waters: Buck doesn’t know if Tommy wants to be fucked hard and fast to match his earlier desperation or if this new position—this new deepening of Tommy’s trust in him—calls for something softer and more intimate. 

Buck untucks his face to check on Tommy. The sight nearly takes his breath away. Tommy is looking up at Buck with such pure adoration that Buck stutters in his rhythm. He smiles his beautiful smile up at Buck and he looks more content than Buck has ever seen him. No one has ever looked at Buck the way that Tommy does, and Tommy has never let Buck see this depth before. The lines on Tommy’s face are smooth and relaxed, and the tension he usually holds in his shoulders has melted away. Buck can hardly believe that this is for him, because of him. 

His face heats up and his heart soars. He leans down to kiss Tommy, letting Tommy set the pace and tone. Tommy’s lips press back sweetly, languidly, unhurriedly, so Buck matches his thrusts to that same tempo. Tommy sighs into his mouth; a deep, rich, contented thing. Being able to give Tommy what he wants—being trusted to give Tommy exactly what he has truly wanted for a while; what he has needed and denied himself—sends a shiver of pleasure down Buck’s spine. 

Buck hadn’t realized how much he had been craving this particular form of intimacy. The way they press into one—the way Tommy is wrapped around him in a full-body hug, squeezing him, keeping him together; the way Buck is covering Tommy, warm and protective, thrusting into him slow and sweet—is richly, achingly, indescribably bone-deep satisfying. Buck kisses Tommy as he fucks into him and he can’t believe he didn’t notice that he had been missing this. 

This is what Tommy needs, and it’s what Buck needs, too. Buck is used to being the one who clings. It feels incredible to be clung to, and to know that Tommy not only welcomes but craves the heavy weight of Buck on top of him. Tommy said that it would be everything, and Buck thinks he’s exactly right. 

Buck’s knee slips on the sheet so he hitches his hips off-rhythm to fix his position. He hits a new angle and Tommy moans high and reedy, writhing under Buck to get him to hit that angle again. Buck does. Tommy shudders and kisses Buck faster, harder, licks his way into Buck’s mouth with more force. Buck fucks into Tommy at the same speed, responding to the quickening pace of Tommy’s need. Tommy moans and whines and Buck swallows the sounds down deep inside of himself. He earned those. 

His stomach rubs over Tommy’s cock with every thrust. Buck relishes the way that Tommy ruts up into the small wet patch he’s leaking between their bodies, ruts up against the hair on the soft give of Buck’s strong lower stomach in desperate little hitches. Tommy’s movements get faster, less coordinated, more slippery, and he digs his hands into Buck’s back hard enough to leave marks. 

“Evan,” Tommy pants, his body curling tighter and tighter into itself. “Evan, I’m-” 

“I know,” Buck says, and he does. Tommy is so open under him, not hiding a thing as he writhes and ruts and moans. Buck can feel every muscle of Tommy’s body moving so freely against his own. Even without the rich familiarity Buck has with Tommy’s body, he’d be able to tell how close Tommy is. “I know, I can feel you. I can feel all of you like this. Wanna feel you come for me. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

Tommy’s arms tighten, his legs tighten, and his moans pitch higher. It’s not long before he’s clamping down around Buck and spilling hot and wet between them, crying out loud and unabashed. Buck watches the pleasure wash over Tommy’s face and only manages three more thrusts before he’s following Tommy over the edge. He feels primal and possessive as he comes deep inside of Tommy. Tommy is his. Tommy wants to be his. Tommy is letting himself be Buck’s. 

Tommy had been worried about losing himself in Buck. Buck hadn’t been worried about that. Buck lost himself in Tommy the first moment he saw him. This—fucking Tommy so intimately, being pressed practically head-to-toe against Tommy’s sweaty body, coming inside of him, being fully enveloped by him—doesn’t feel like getting lost. It feels like coming home. 

They stay tangled up together as they come down. Tommy holds Buck tight to himself, and Buck has no desire to be anywhere else. He kisses Tommy, kisses over his jaw and his cheek and his throat; gentle, tender, lingering presses of his lips to Tommy’s skin. He wants Tommy to know how loved he is, how treasured, how safe his heart is in Buck’s hands. 

Tommy sighs, soft and warm and uncharacteristically earnest. He doesn’t pull away and he doesn’t push Buck away. He runs shaking fingers through Buck’s hair and presses Buck closer to him. With each kiss, he relaxes and sinks back heavier into the bed. With each kiss, he holds Buck closer. 

They don’t move for a long, long time.

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