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Bucktommy x Forever and Always by Taylor Swift for cia @raccoonrocker <3

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old sketch 🎓

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7x04 / 8x11

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BUCKTOMMY 7.04 — Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

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↳ I'll see you around. Tommy Kinard in 911 | 7.05 • You Don't Know Me

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9-1-1 Buck and Tommy | Season 8

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911 Pride Event @911whatisyourpride ↪ week 2: Theme: Queer Culture (Flag Symbolism) ♡ inspo

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EVAN & TOMMY 7.06 ― "There Goes the Groom" // One year ago today

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Sourdough

A @bucktommysource hiatus event prompt

This weeks prompt: Baking!

| Rated: G | Words: 1,026 | Status: Complete | On Ao3 |

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On their last day off, Evan and Tommy had gone out on the town together. Walking side by side, hands linked softly together as they swung between their bodies, they’d window shopped and Tommy had listened to Evan prattle on about the history of sweets after they’d passed a candy shop; he’d listened intently to Evan as he’d told him every minute detail of the evolution of shopping, of how and when things like clothes started to become mass produced and not made to order; when they’d passed by a bakery, Evan pulled them to a stop as he gazed into the large glass window. “Did you know that, when flour was scarce, bakers used to add sawdust to their bread loaves?” He said matter of factly. “They also used to use this super toxic ingredient called alum, which is an aluminum derived chemical, to make the bread whiter. I guess rich people thought that it made the bread cleaner? It just killed them slowly instead.”

“Well it’s a good thing we have all these other chemicals in our food killing us slowly, instead.” Tommy replied, cocking an eyebrow at him as he side-eyed his boyfriend.

Even shrugged. “I mean, yeah. Technically once we hit twenty-five we start dying anyway. I’d rather die eating delicious food all my life than deny myself.” He paused, then whipped his head around, smile spread wide over his face, “Hey, maybe I can try making my own bread! I’ve seen tons of videos of people making their own sourdough.”

“Do you even own a breadmaker?” Tommy asked, following Evan’s gentle tug towards the door to the shop. They were about to bring home way more bread than the two of them could possibly eat, but if it made the man happy, Tommy didn’t care.

“That will be our next stop.”

And this is why Evan “Buck” Buckley’s credit would never get any better.

That is also why, two weeks later, on their next mutual day off, Tommy sat at their kitchen table, playing with one of their many fidget toys, as Evan bounced around the kitchen. He wore his favorite green apron that was coated in white flour and had the most adorable scrunch between his brows. Tommy thought that this was probably his fifth or sixth attempt but hey, who was counting? “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Tommy heard him mutter, hearing the complete frustration, and borderline defeat in his voice. “Why does it keep turning out hard?”

Evan had started out with a simple soda bread that had turned out decently; he made a few loaves to make sure he understood the concept. Then, when he switched to the sourdough, things seemed to keep going wrong. Tommy hated seeing him upset. Standing, he glided over to where Evan braced himself against the counter, head hanging as he heaved a sigh, shoulders drooping. Not saying a word, Tommy grabbed him by the hips and turned him before wrapping him up in an embrace.

Huffing, Evan stood stone still for a very long minute, being stubborn, before wrapping his arms around Tommy and resting his head against his shoulder as he let out another long sigh. “Maybe I should just give up for today.”

Tommy scoffed. “Evan Buckley does not give up. You haven’t baked LA out of flour again.” Smirking, he pecked the tip of his boyfriend's nose, hoping for a smile. Evan delivered, albeit a tiny one.

“I’m not that bad.” He groused, wrinkling his nose as he transitioned into full on brat mode. “Also, you’re the one who’s going to end up having to eat all my mistakes. Waste not, want not.”

Tommy grinned. “I’m all about those carbs.”

“Even if they taste like glorified rocks?”

“Even then. C’mon, Evan. Try again. You’ve got this.” Tommy pressed a gentle kiss to Evan’s cheek before letting him go. As he turned around, he gave his butt a good swat before returning to his place at the table. As he sat, he watched Evan take a deep inhale before he pulled the ceramic mixing bowl to himself once more and started again.

After a couple of hours more, and a few more mistakes, a glorious loaf of steaming sourdough sat cooling on the counter. The house smelled delicious, and when Evan turned a blinding smile on him, exuberant over his success, Tommy couldn’t help but smile back and wrap the man up in a bear hug. “Those are going to make the best. Sandwiches. Ever.” Tommy concluded, mouth already drooling at the prospect of a homemade reuben. Yeah, they were supposed to go on rye, but it was his sandwich. He could make it how he wanted.

“You think so?” Evan asked, maybe just a little bit shy, his anxiety showing in the way he kept flicking his eyes to the bread loaf like it was going to spontaneously combust any second.

“Absolutely it is. Lets maybe stick to something easy like soda bread for awhile, though, okay? I don’t like seeing you get frustrated like this.”

Rolling his eyes, Evan huffed again. “But now I know how to do it. I can’t get better if I don’t practice.” His bottom lip jutted out in a pout Tommy couldn’t resist kissing. That only made Evan scowl; clearly he wanted to be in a pouting mood. Tommy would let him.

“Alright babe. But not until all this,” he gestured to the kitchen where every available flat surface had some sort of baked good on it, “is gone. Maybe we should donate some to our friends, yeah?”

The drew a true smile from Evan, though it was maybe a little bit devious considering it wasn’t his best work. “Yeah. All those carbs just for us won’t be good. I’ll wrap them up and… gift them out.” He snickered with a somewhat manic smile.

And gift them out he did. His family was too kind to tell him how shit it was but Tommy didn’t care. Why? Because Tommy got to enjoy one of the best homemade loaves of sourdough he’d ever gotten the chance to experience in his life.

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+ bonus:

#something, something about how Tommy was initially present when Bobby first started to make the 118 into a family but he wasn't able to fully experience it. How Buck took his place and was awarded that chance and thrived. And how many years later he's still longing for that family connection so the universe gave him a second chance by sending him, Evan.

911 – 2.16: Bobby Begins Again | 7.04: Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

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@bucktommysource hiatus event week 2: quote(s)

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the way he looks him and up down still gets me

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evan buckley and tommy kinard displaying the romance of hands

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In this light, you are mine Till the sweat turns to blood Won't you say that you will Even if you won't?

@bucktommyanniversary ↳ Day 1: the first year is paper ↳ Day 2: (sing a little) song lyrics