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S.W.A.T. || 7x02 - Peace Talks (2024)

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WIP - La Mariposa Roja

Or: The family road trip to visit Bobby's grave in Minnesota.

Tags: Buck/Tommy; Athena acting as Buck's parental figure; May, Harry and Buck acting like siblings; grief; Buck has ADHD; Tommy looks after Buck

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“Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon be beginning our descent to Minnesota St Paul International. Please ensure you remain in your seats, return your trays to the upright positions and fasten your seatbelts. Thank you.”

As soon as the sound of the tones rang through the tinny airplane speakers, signalling the end of the announcement, Tommy closed his book and glanced at the two people sat beside him, letting out a small chuckle before placing his hand around the seat in front of him and lightly patting the person sat in the seat.

 “Athena.” He whispered, trying not to move his body too much, trying not to disturb the two sleeping beauties beside him. “Turn around.”

 Wriggling in her seat, Athena craned her neck and smiled at the sight of Buck and May, dozing quietly. May was currently leaning on Buck’s arm, her own draped around his stomach, something she’d probably done while she wasn’t conscious of it, and Buck's head was bowed, his own resting on the top of May’s.

 “Don’t wake them up yet!” She exclaimed, angling her phone to take a picture. “This is so going in the group chat. I swear, the two of them get more like brother and sister every time they’re together.”

 As soon as Athena turned back around (and after Harry also took a photo, for “blackmail purposes”, he stated), Tommy gently shook his boyfriend’s arm. The younger man opened an eye and squinted up at Tommy, a confused look on his face.

 “We’re almost there, baby, coming in to land.” He soothed quietly. Buck stretched out his legs as much as he could, considering their length and the limited room in front of him. They really should have sprung for the extra legroom. Maybe they could try and get an upgrade on the flight home.

Suddenly, it seemed, he realised that there was a weight on his arm and stomach, and he frowned slightly before looking down and smiling fondly.

 “May, wake up.” He murmured, and a groan came from her direction before she opened her eyes and sprung away from her makeshift pillow.

 “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, her cheeks turning a cute shade of red as she wiped Buck’s arm. Whether it was drool or hair, Tommy didn’t know, but she stroked for a second, then pulled her hand away as if she’d been burned. “Buck I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t...” She stammered, but Buck just laughed quietly.

 “It’s fine, May, honestly.” He smiled, pulling her into a reassuring hug. “If I can’t be a pillow, what else am I good for?”

 “And he does make a good pillow.” Tommy added in spite of himself, earning him a swat on the leg from Athena, making Tommy chuckle, then hold up his hands.

 “Sorry, Athena!” He called, and he could swear he heard her huff and mutter under her breath over the sound of the airplane engines and general noise in the cabin.

 “Hey, have we got everything?” Buck piped up, shoving his phone into the side pocket of his bag, and Tommy made a mental note to remember that’s where it was, because as soon as they stepped off that plane, he would panic that he’d left it inside. Buck panicked sometimes, especially when it came to not finding stuff. Tommy didn’t know if it was his ADHD or previous experience, but he’d found out the best way to help was constant reassurance and trying to remember where he’d left his keys/wallet/phone/earphones/whatever.

 “Athena has everything, Evan, it’s all in her bag.” He soothed, and Buck’s face immediately began to relax a little.

 “OK, good.” Was the reply, and he sat back in his seat while Tommy rested his head on Buck’s shoulder.

“And May’s right. You do make a good pillow.” He grinned.

 “Shut up.” Buck mumbled, his cheeks turning red but his mouth breaking into an amused smile.

Tommy just hoped he’d see that smile while they were in Minnesota, because this weekend was going to be tough for all of them. But, if all went well, he was sure he would.

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And while we're on the subject of Noah Wyle, when the fuck are Sky gonna get their fingers out their arses and show The Pitt?! Seriously, half the fucking world has had it already!

Oh, and S8 of SWAT would be great too, if only to watch Rocker as the doting boyfriend on the big screen.

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One of my favourite things that I heard the other day is that Noah Wyle and Eriq LaSalle LIVED the "only one bed" trope and woke up hugging in the early 90s!

That is so funny to me as a fic writer.

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Happy Pride from 911, Actually!

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Happy Pride!! Our Eddie Diaz is an ally and proud 🏳️‍🌈

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Captain Buckley Kinard

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everyone stop what you're posting and post this instead

enough discourse! enough sad shit! only adorable buck!

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Just arms.

LOU FERRIGNO JR. IN SWAT (2x14) — THE B-TEAM

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Tommy Kinard stuns at the 2025 Met Gala

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LEARN THE ALPHABET with LOU FERRIGNO JR.

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Little Moments

Chapter 1.

Rating: T

Word count: 955

The shower had been nice and hot. So hot, in fact, that Buck hadn’t wanted to step out of it once he was in it. But as soon as he’d rinsed the conditioner (Tommy’s fancy conditioner that cost a small fortune, more than Buck would ever pay, but his hair just felt so good after using it), he switched the water off and climbed out. Drying himself off, he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and a threadbare USC t-shirt from Tommy's college days and padded through to the bedroom.

“Hey.” The voice from the bed murmured sleepily, completely blissed out from their session not twenty minutes before. “Come on in.”

Buck didn’t need to be told twice. Crawling into the bed, he snuggled under the comforter and lay on his side, facing the wall. And it wasn’t long before a strong arm draped over him, a hand resting on the top of his chest, fingers lightly ghosting a nipple. Tommy shuffled closer until his own chest was flush with Buck’s back and one strong leg was slipping between Buck’s two. Hot breath tickled his neck as Tommy rested his chin on Buck’s shoulder, stubble brushing against the soft skin there, feeling rough but oh so good.

Laying there, the thought hit him like a freight train. He’d never been the little spoon. In all of his previous relationships he’d always defaulted to the cuddler since he’d always been the larger person. But with Tommy, it was different. Feeling 220lbs of man holding onto him tight made him feel small, and almost unconsciously, he tried to make his 6’2” frame seem smaller, curving his back and legs and burrowing himself closet to Tommy’s chest.

“This is nice.” He sighed contentedly, moving his hand upwards and wrapping it around Tommy’s, sliding it ever so slightly until Tommy could feel his heart beating hard inside his chest. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head until his cheek rested against his boyfriend’s, eliciting a half-kiss from him. “I love you.”

Tommy seemed to stiffen behind him, and Buck felt his heart beating faster. Tommy could probably feel it too, just under his palm.

He shouldn’t have said it. He shouldn’t have gone there. They’d just gotten back together less than a month ago. And now Tommy was going to hate him. Think he was too needy, too whiny, too clingy, too much. Just like his exes had said. No, like Taylor had said. Tommy was going to break up with him, ask him to leave and go back home because he couldn’t deal with him.

“Evan...” Tommy eventually whispered softly, but Buck didn’t answer, just tried to push Tommy’s hand away before he could do it himself. Tommy loosened his grip and let Buck pull away, watching as he sat on the side of the bed and reached down to pick up the jeans he’d discarded on the floor. “Evan.” Tommy repeated, but Buck had already started to pull on the jeans.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t....I shouldn’t have...I should go.” Buck eventually muttered. “I know it’s too soon and...” He trailed off, letting out a sniff, and even though Tommy couldn’t see his face, he knew that his boyfriend was crying. “And you don’t need this.” He finished lamely. Pushing himself up, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him from standing. He tried to shrug it off, but Tommy’s grip tightened, so much so that Buck was sure he would have the imprints there in the morning. A painful reminder of how much he’d screwed up the best relationship he’d ever had.

“Evan, please. Don’t do this.” Tommy’s voice shook slightly as he shuffled forwards, and Buck could feel the heat radiating from his chest onto his back. “Please don’t do this, don’t push me away.” He pleaded, tentatively wrapping his arms around Buck’s waist.

“Why? You’d have found out eventually.” Buck murmured quietly. “You’d have figured out that I’m too much.”

To his surprise, Tommy let out a chuckle, almost right in his ear, as he moved forwards again, this time spreading his legs so he could put them beside his boyfriend’s.

“You think I hadn’t realized that already?” He seemed to smile. “Evan, you’re a lot, I know. And yeah, almost too much sometimes. But in no way too much that it stops me from loving you.”

Buck felt himself relax into Tommy’s touch, and he rolled his head back, relief flooding through his veins as the enormity of Tommy’s words hit him. “You love me?” He asked, his voice coming out smaller than maybe he’d ever heard it before.

“I love you, Evan.” Tommy reassured him, lips pressing the side of Buck’s neck. “I’m meant to be the runner, not you.” He joked. “Now come on, into bed, we have work in the morning.” Buck let out a small groan, and Tommy laughed again before resuming his previous position under the comforter, holding it up for Buck to get in. And Buck craled back in, on his side, leaving a few inches between them, to which Tommy huffed.

“Guess I’ll make the effort.” He said, shuffling forwards until his back was pressing against Buck’s chest again, arm draped over his side, fingers ghosting his nipple, legs slotted together.

“You really love me?” Buck whispered into the silence. He could almost feel Tommy’s eyes roll behind him as the older man answered.

“Yes, Evan, I really love you. Now sleep, baby.” He murmured sleepily. “Talk in the morning.”

“K. I love you too.” Was the last thing Tommy heard as he drifted off. And he hadn’t expected to hear those words so soon, but he had to admit, it felt pretty good.

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Who? Who's not okay?

9-1-1 x 8.15 Lab Rats

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(You Should) See My Clipboard

New fic in the Tevan mpreg series is now up (sneak peek in the post below)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64031368

Chimney is done. Buck is planning his wedding and he seems to have a clipboard in his hand at all times. Tommy knows that, with the right angle, that clipboard can be a very good thing.

OR

The Tevan clipboard smut fic

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Actually wait I’m so excited for Bobby’s cult leader mom. I hope we never stop learning absolutely bizarre facts about this man. Child alcoholic figure skater with magic blood that saves infants from a rare disease i love you forever

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Tommy Kinard and Clipboard Buck

(Or a hormonal Tommy who needs to be in horny jail decides to have some fun with Clipboard Buck)

(Coming soon to AO3, read parts 1-4 here:)

It all started on a Friday afternoon when Tommy’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter as he made lunch and three messages flew through in quick succession.

Chimney: I hate you.

Chimney: It’s not enough that I’m dealing with a newborn and a hormonal wife, and now you’re subjecting me to this?!

Chimney: sent a photo

Tommy frowned at the phone, then laughed to himself when the picture of Evan, leaning against a wall at the firehouse, his new pair of reading glasses perched on his nose (the ones that Tommy had only convinced him to get after months of him squinting while he read), and a clipboard in his hand.

If he was honest, he’d thought his future brother-in-law had been exaggerating with his warnings about “clipboard Buck”, but after two solid months of wedding planning and coordinating, he got it. The man was officially a menace with that thing, and no one seemed to like it, well, except Eddie, who seemed to find the whole thing amusing, even playing along most of the time.

Tommy: I’ve had it for the past two months, it’s your turn. Have a fun shift.

Chimney: Again, I hate you. And I don’t care if you’re carrying my niece or nephew, I still hate you.

Sliding his phone into his pocket, he slid his sandwich onto his plate and sat at the table, where his eyes fell on an object that Evan had obviously left there that morning. A semi-transparent, plastic, rectangular object with a blank piece of paper on top and a pen attached to it. A clipboard. Or at least one of them. Even with the one that he’d taken to work, there were probably around half a dozen scattered around their home. And this one hadn’t been used. Surely, he wouldn’t notice if Tommy borrowed one, right? Purely for recreational purposes, of course (and if Tommy’s hormones had gone absolutely haywire over the past few weeks to the point that if he went a day without some kind of orgasm he felt like he was going to explode, well, that was completely irrelevant).

Pulling it towards him, he gingerly slid the pen from underneath the clip, pushed his lunch to the side and started to write.

Evan,

I’ve been the subject of your clipboards for two months, so tonight the tables have turned. Follow the list, I promise you won’t regret it.

1. Find Tommy

2. Tell him how sexy he looks

3. Get naked

4. Tease him in any way you can.

5. Fuck him senseless.

6. Cuddle time.

7. Shower (together or separately, your choice).

8. Order takeout and eat it.

9. More sex.

10. Sleep.

Signing his name at the bottom, as if there could be any doubt as to who had written the list, he placed it on the console in the hall, right by the door, so that Evan couldn’t miss it when he got home later. At his feet, Mittens let out a pathetic mewl, and Tommy picked her up and buried his face in her fur, much to her disgust.

“Sorry, but you’re banned from the bedroom tonight, kitty.” He murmured softly to her. “I’ve got some special plans for dad that don’t involve you.”

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Hey! Figured it was time to figure out how to use this thing!

If you've come from AO3, hi! If not, shameless plug, my AO3 user is Ellesworth86. I mainly write 9-1-1 fics, both Buddie and Tevan (with some OT3 ones thrown in there), and I've written a couple for SWAT too.

This page will be used to reblog Buddie and Tevan content, and to promote my fics.

Positive vibes only please!