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i am looking so disrespectfully

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Chris did get out. He enrolled in the college courses with me. And although it was hard, he gutted it out like he always did. He went on to college and eventually became a lawyer. Last week, he entered a fast food restaurant. Just ahead of him, two men got into an argument. One of them pulled a knife. Chris, who'd always made the best peace, tried to break it up. He was stabbed in the throat. He died almost instantly.

Stand By Me (1986) dir. Rob Reiner

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"Wrapped in Pride"

This one's for Evan Buckley, for Oliver Stark, but especially for the fans and every bisexual who's been waiting for this moment. 💖💜💙

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God, your icon, what are you doing 😂 queen!

at this point i don’t even know. the only thing my brain is thinking is him

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just obsessed with everything about this

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you ever in the middle of writing some tags and you just go. you know what. no one gives a fuck. and then u delete and carry on with ur day

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Buck doesn't know how long they sit there in that café just talking. He's never had that before. The last time he'd done this, sat across from Natalia in the midday sun, he'd been excruciatingly aware of every passing minute as he tried to be fascinating to her, spun yarns of deaths and near-deaths and deathly comas. Here, now, Buck just exists and that seems to be more than enough for Tommy.

Tommy who hangs on his every word like Buck is the next Shakespeare even as he's rambling about rainbow emojis and allyship. Tommy whose smile is so big and wide that it carves the most beautiful caverns into his face that Buck kind of wants to live in. Tommy who grimaces every time he sips the coffee Buck bought him but dutifully drinks the whole thing over the course of their date even when Buck tells him he doesn't have to. Tommy who keeps muffling yawns into his fist every five minutes having just gotten off a twenty-four hour shift like he'd stay in that uncomfortable metal seat forever if he could.

It's the best second date of his life, so when Buck tells him to go home and get some sleep, he doesn't resist the urge to prolong the date for the few moments it takes him to walk Tommy to his car. With anyone else, so soon into whatever this might turn out to be, Buck would worry that it's too much too soon. But Tommy has been so loud in his affection even with how gentle he's made sure to stay. Buck wants to be as free in his wanting as Tommy as is, so he reaches out and slips his fingers between Tommy's, damn near euphoric when they begin to swing between them as they walk.

It takes a moment to drag his eyes up to Tommy's face, caught up in the feeling of a hand in his. It's not the first time he's held a hand, far from it. Not even the first time he's held a man's hand. But this isn't Eddie letting him squeeze his fingers as he screams in pain. This isn't Taylor indulging him every now and then. This is Tommy smiling softly down at their hands like he's as mesmerised by it as Buck is, the tips of his ears growing pink and sending a giddy thrill of satisfaction through him.

"Can I ask you something?" Tommy says, giving Buck's hand a happy little squeeze.

"Don't think there's a limit on second date questions," Buck replies.

"Evan." And, Jesus, there's something about the way Tommy says his name. Even when it's that chiding little tone that should remind him of his parents, all he feels is an overwhelming warmth, all he can hear is fondness.

"Of course you can." Buck grins and watches Tommy's smile crinkle his face all over again like he just can't help it.

"Why'd you choose that abomination of a coffee for me?" And Buck groans just to hear Tommy laugh. "Really? What even was that?"

"Black coffee four sugars," Buck mumbles, kicking a stone across the sidewalk sheepishly.

"Jesus, Evan." Tommy's laugh is something special, loud and unrestrained and the sound of sunshine maybe. "Why?"

"I-I don't know, I panicked!" Buck doesn't realise he's drifting away from Tommy until the man pulls him back in by their joined hands, and Buck lets the bump of their shoulders calm him. "Just thought, you know..." Buck turns towards Tommy's car, but Tommy drags him gently towards the Jeep, leaning against the door when they reach it.

"You just thought..."

"I don't know." He shrugs, heat rising to his cheeks under the weight of Tommy's bright-eyed attention, lowers his voice all the way. "It reminded me of you."

"What was that?" Tommy grins, using the excuse to move in a little closer.

"It reminded me of you," Buck repeats, clearer this time, more confident. "You know, bit foreboding on the outside, but all sweet on the inside."

"Christ, you really are adorable," Tommy breathes, sounding as effected as Buck feels.

A kaleidoscope of butterflies swarms in his stomach, delightfully unfamiliar to him but already intoxicating, almost addicting.

It's not two men stood on a busy sidewalk in the middle of the day then. It's just Buck and someone he really fucking likes, someone he hasn't been able to stop thinking about for a week, someone he's only kissed once somehow. And suddenly that's a fact that absolutely should be rectified.

Buck steps forward, leaning up just ever so slightly on his toes, and kisses Tommy right there in the middle of LA. And it just feels right. Overwhelming in the best of ways. It's a quick press of lips, something more suited to the schoolboy he feels than the very adult man he is, not the kiss he wants but the kiss they both need. Chaste and lovely. A hello again. A beginning.

Tommy's free hand ghosts against his jaw, a flutter of a touch as Buck falls back onto his heels and takes a breath. It takes Tommy a few moments to open his eyes which means Buck gets to watch them flutter open, dazed and delighted.

"Get some sleep, Tommy," Buck tells him, finally letting go of his hand with a squeeze. "Text me when you wake up."

"Yessir," Tommy murmurs.

And Buck can't resist another kiss then, just as quick and chaste, anything else dangerous to Buck's self-restraint, before he unlocks the Jeep and climbs in. Tommy waves him off, and Buck glances back just in time to see Tommy's hand falling down to his lips as if to chase Buck's touch.

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thinking about this post

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buck has a crush on a pilot 🥺😭🥰

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ok but the sleeves rolled up and the blood on his hands….. he tries to save someone doesn’t he

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kennethchoi_: I’m fine…no, really, I’m totally fine…

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911onabc: the answer you've been waiting for is finally here.

sike. 🙂

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anyone else think about ryan guzman saying that bobby and buck are eddie’s rocks

and then think about his breakdown arc, and how when he woke up on the couch, bobby was already there and buck had taken chris to school

and then think about how scared and tired buck must’ve sounded when he called bobby? and how bobby would’ve jumped out of bed immediately to go help, his throat choked with panic and mind racing with worry as he drove over to eddie’s?

just me??

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al and i were talking about our precious babies buck/eddie/tommy and i said how i wanted to write them more (outside of sex) and she said “they’re on a date and one of them is late and kisses the other two before sitting down” and i wrote this little moment that i need to share:

Tommy is late because his shift ran over.

He cups Buck’s cheek, so soft and gentle, tipping his head back and kisses him, “Hi, sweetheart.”

Buck giggles, because Tommy (and Eddie) does this to him — has him fluttery and giggly and happy, “Hi.”

And Eddie isn’t big with PDA, but he’s finding himself enjoying it more with Buck and Tommy. And then Tommy turns his attention to him, rests a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, thumb brushing along his jaw as he leans in, “And hello to you, handsome.”

Eddie feels himself flush (because he’s learning to accept compliments) as he tilts his head back to accept the kiss. He doesn’t think about others looking and staring anymore. He just lets himself be kissed by his one boyfriend while his other holds his hand on Buck’s lap. And it feels right and good.

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i was curious so i looked up what story alana was reading to abigail and it's about a inmate who escapes a prison and ends up killing an entire family. she was reading that to a teenage girl who just narrowly escaped being killed by her serial killer father. anyway i never want to hear about how normal and well adjusted alana is ever again

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THIS TOOK FOR-FUCKING-EVER. GOD. *points at Eddie* And it’s all HIS fault. How did YOUR section end up the longest!?!?

*coughs*

Anyway.

I don’t even usually like this kink but I don’t know I was fucking possessed or something. I had a lot of fun writing it and so I hope you all enjoy!

Title: Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine)

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie/Tommy, Buck/Tommy, Buck/Tommy/Eddie, Buck/Eddie

Chapters: 5/6

Chapter Summary: Eddie was raised to say ‘thank you’ when someone gifts him nice things like ringside seats and helicopter rides.

Buck likes honorifics and being good.

And Tommy likes when men who look like Buck and Eddie do as he tells them.

(Or: three scenes in the evolution of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy’s relationship, all united by one particular word.)

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i am begging just for one chance