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so what do we think tommy specifically had in mind here

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if buck and tommy don't elope with one of them asking "what are you doing on saturday" then what's even the point??

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wip thursday? idk what it’s called

thank you for the tag @rosyhoneydew 🤍

here more of the next chapter of my canadian tommy fic. this chapter is the prep for the interview with immigration and poor buck is getting a lil too into his own head. as always ty to @aringofsalt for being my canadian influence, i’m really loving how tommy is turning out.

“I-I know that you drink tea and not coffee, you have a weird ass irrational fear of birds-“ Evan began as he shuffled closer to the edge of his chair.

“That’s not irrational, you have not met the geese in Canada.” Tommy interjected. He playfully pointed a finger towards Evan and he swatted it away with a laugh.

“You love bees and want to be a bee keeper when you retire, you listen to Lady Gaga when you are at the gym and you sleep with your socks on.” He beamed as he spoke because Tommy was right, they might not know everything about each other, they still knew a lot. He could feel the panic and anxiety about the interview slowly melt away.

“See? All we can do is our best sweetheart. And if it doesn’t work and I do get deported back to Canada? At least it will give you an excuse to go on holiday.” Evan let out a gasp and scowled at his husband, a pout very quickly appearing on his face.

“Okay, not a good time to joke. I'm sorry baby.” Tommy closed the distance between them and kissed him sweetly.

“You better be.” Even mumbled.

open tag to anyone bc im tired and i dont know who to tag lmao

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The way that I wouldn’t be able to continue being friends with people who told me to ‘move on’ a day after getting dumped. Do they not see or just not care how sad he was?

intentional or not, it goes back to buck always feeling like people see through him. because they literally do. no one even asked him why they broke up. he’s used to this level of neglect so it doesn’t even register most of the time

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the buckley siblings waking up to an empty bed after hooking up with their ex 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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do you ever think about how buck thought about moving in with tommy? like with abby it just happened, and taylor it was accidental, but with tommy he THOUGHT long and hard about them moving in together, and knowing buck he probably was already preparing closet space for tommy, thinking of sleeping and waking up next to him every single day, cooking him breakfast before their shift, spending their days off cuddling on the couch watching some movie tommy likes, doing house chores together, welcoming each other home from a hard shift, direct late night talks instead of on the phone, and calling the place "ours". he was ready to take the next step, because why be apart when they can be together?

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Christopher's Buck

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all the stars we steal from the night sky

It takes Buck a moment to figure out how to open the sliding door to the back porch with two steaming mugs in his hand, but he manages it eventually. He slides it shut with his hip, only spilling a few drops in the process. 

“Here,” he says quietly, passing a mug of cocoa to Tommy before taking a seat beside him on their porch swing. Tommy takes it gratefully and returns his contemplative gaze to the stars. “What are you thinking about?” 

Tommy hums. “My dad died a year ago today.” 

Buck’s brow furrows as he angles towards Tommy. He doesn’t say, We were together then and you didn’t say anything. I could have helped, I would have wanted to help. Instead, he swallows thickly, suppressing his pride, and says, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” 

Tommy shakes his head. “Don’t be. He was an ass.” 

Buck huffs a humorless laugh. “He was still your dad.” Tommy grunts. It’s quiet for a moment. Buck sips his tea, waiting for Tommy to speak. He always says what he needs to say, but only when he’s ready. 

“I was wondering if he’s out there. Up there. Somewhere.” 

“Do you want him to be?” Buck asks tentatively.

“I hope I never see him again. In any life.” Tommy takes a sip of his cocoa, deflects. “Mm. That’s good.” 

“Tommy–” 

“Evan. It’s okay,” he says, gentle, placating, as though soothing a small child. “I made my peace with who he was a long time ago. Forgave my mom for leaving, too, once I could understand what kind of man he was. It’s an old wound.” He turns, looking at Buck for the first time since he arrived on the porch. “Doesn’t mean I want to poke at it.” 

Buck holds Tommy’s gaze, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He nods. “Okay. Just. I’m here, if you need me.” 

A hint of a smile tugs at Tommy’s lips. “I know.” 

Buck closes the gap between their bodies, hips and thighs flush as the porch swing sways gently back and forth. He rests his head on Tommy’s shoulder, gazing up at the stars they’re fortunate to see from their home on the outskirts of LA. 

“I hope I see you,” Buck says softly. “In the next life.” 

Tommy chuckles, presses a tender kiss to his temple. “I’ll know you in every life.” 

Buck doesn’t question the certainty in Tommy’s voice. He hopes they have a hundred lives together after this one. 

He doesn't think it will ever be enough. 

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probie buck my darling darling boy. please eat more carbs.

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buck calling tommy “big guy” and tommy calling buck “big boy”……..do you get me

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For the WIP-Send-Me-A-Word post: Lovely

Thank you for the ask and so sorry for the delay!

This started for a kiss prompt for “on a place of insecurity” and may still be fulfilled for that, but this is all I have for it at the moment and I have a very bad habit of not writing my thoughts down for a fic because I think I’ll remember wherever tf I was going with it 🙃

Tommy stands in the doorway of Evan's new bedroom, leaning against the door frame. Evan winces as he settles back on the pillows propped against the headboard. It takes Tommy back to October, back to Evan in the hospital with an injured shoulder, back to the voice in his head that told him that three was a crowd and his presence wasn't needed.

Then Evan looks at Tommy and smiles—his whole face lighting up. It's the same lovely smile he had that day, the same smile he's always aimed at Tommy—equal parts happy and in awe. The brilliance of it reaches the darkest recesses of Tommy's mind and he finally realizes—the only competition there has ever been was between Evan and Tommy's demons. "Hey."

"How's your leg?"

"Sore, but better than it was. The bath helped." Evan pauses, quirks his lips. "You were right."

Tommy smiles. "Good to know, but that's not what I came in here for."

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prompt 46: out of envy or jealousy and the ship bucktommy? 🫶🏻😚

Bucktommy + 46... Out of envy or jealousy

Tommy liked to think he’d gotten better. He’d certainly put in the work to getting better. He talked more. He planted his feet and talked even though the urge to run crept down his neck into his spine sometimes. He didn’t cover his heart like a compulsion and talked whenever the urge to came out.

There was so much talking that he was pretty sure he talked more in his relationship with Evan than he’d ever talked his whole entire life. It was a miracle his jaw was still intact. Seriously, before Evan, Tommy was pretty sure there were days he went without saying a single word when he wasn’t on shift. Being open and honest with his feelings wasn’t second nature to Tommy like it was for Evan. Evan could word vomit until he found whatever it was he feeling, clumsy and awkward as he hunted for what he was trying to saying, and Tommy’s pride had been the victim of a few unintended jabs once or twice because of it. But Evan tried. He never stopped trying. He wasn’t always honest with his feelings and he’d put on a pretty picture he thought Tommy wanted to see more times than he would’ve liked. But he tried. So Tommy had decided he would try too. Even if it killed him.

But if talking was what it meant to keep Evan in his life then Tommy talked.

It wasn’t easy. It was never easy. But Evan always tried to listen and it helped.

So, yeah, Tommy thought he was getting better.

But he wasn’t a saint.

The ugly, green eyed monster churned in his gut as he watched the man slip a hand on Evan’s thigh, high enough to leave no room for interpretation. Even from across the room, he could see how massive the man’s hands were. Long, thick fingers. Corded visible veins. One sweep of his thumb would send it right into Evan’s crotch and the move had already let the man practically lean into his space like he wanted to take ownership of Evan’s air.

And it would’ve been one thing if it had just been that. Presumptive and frankly, rude but nothing Evan couldn’t handle. But it hadn’t just been that. It’d been the way he’d slid into Tommy’s seat so easily like he didn’t even notice that it was still warm from when he’d been sitting on it. Then it had been the way he’d managed to make Evan laugh even if it had only been a polite, held back thing that didn’t even wrinkle his nose or make his eyes sparkle. But then it had been his hand. Not the one now. No, the other one. The one that had covered Evan’s own and didn’t flinch when Evan smoothly slid his away. The one that had reached out to touch the birthmark Tommy had kissed just that morning with Evan turning away before his fingers could graze his skin.

It was the way the other hand was tipping Evan’s chin up the way Tommy knew made Evan tremble and his eyes darken and...

Compulsion wasn’t in Tommy’s nature. He spent too long surviving one moment to the next to be impulsive because that’s all life was. One moment. Then the next.

But one moment Tommy was at the bar and the next he was snatching their beers with a barely gritted out thank you before he was crossing the distance to his boyfriend in five easy strides.

In the time frame it had taken him to come to his rescue, Evan had already gently pushed the guy away, letting him down easy with that boyish smile and adorable tilt to his chin. But the monster in Tommy’s chest was not so easily tamed. It took every ounce of effort he had not to throw Evan over his shoulder and march out of there.

Not that Evan wouldn’t have enjoyed it but Tommy’s back certainly wouldn’t have forgiven him so easily.

So, he did what any sane man would’ve done instead.

“Hey babe,” Tommy said, bullying his way in the too small space between the stools to set down Evan’s beer. If he bumped into the other man then oops. And if his shoulders were broad enough to block the man’s view of Evan’s orbit then he’d probably be better off finding a better seat. “Miss me?”

Evan smirked up at him as he opened his legs to give Tommy more room.

“Always,” he said easily, slipping his fingers into Tommy’s belt loop as an ankle wrapped around his calf.

The man muttered something Tommy didn’t bother trying to hear before he got up and left.

“Oh look! My seat’s free,” Tommy said airily.

Evan hummed as his eyebrows shot up. Evan didn’t quite let Tommy go to sit down. “I didn’t take you as the jealous type. Thought that was more my territory.”

“What? You mean because I didn’t break his ankle?” Tommy drawled.

“I didn’t break Eddie’s ankle!” Evan squawked. “He’s a drama queen. It was a mild sprain!”

“Uh huh,” Tommy said, sweeping his fingers to Evan’s chin to tip his head up. Evan smiled as his eyes darkened and Tommy swept his thumb across his bottom lip, enjoying his tremble. “Just one second.”

“Wha—mmph” Any confusion that may have been left, Tommy quickly snuffed out by kissing Evan the way he absolutely deserved. Deeply, heatedly, and full of all consuming attention that made him practically melt into a puddle in Tommy’s arms.

Evan pushed up into Tommy’s space and clung back to him just as tightly, opening when Tommy’s tongue traced the seam of his bottom lip for entrance. He licked into Evan’s mouth and made him shiver with want that somehow stoked the embers in Tommy’s blood until it was practically singing with need.

Maybe throwing Evan over his shoulder and carrying him out wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Evan “Buck” Buckley & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan “Buck” Buckley & Maddie Buckley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Mutual Pining, The Love Is Requited They’re Just Idiots, Still, Las Vegas Wedding, some background madney Series: Part 2 of Want of Understanding Summary:

Tommy had reached an equilibrium within himself since the whole catfishing incident. Yes, he was utterly, pathetically in love with his husband and would be until the day he died. Yes, it still made him want to run and never stop, but he accepted he couldn’t. Yes, their relationship had an expiration date, but he wasn’t going to hurry it along

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Remembering when Tommy kissed Buck and knocked his brain completely offline but that smooth ass motherfucker still told Tommy the kiss was “better than fake mouth static”

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Had an image in my head and couldn't stop thinking about it.

Bucktommy, E-rated, Something about desire

There is a part of Buck that wants Tommy to feel this tomorrow. Every time he sits down. No. Every time he moves. Buck doesn't even come from a mean angle here, doesn't have any like evil reason. He's perhaps not as worried about his own thoughts as he should be; but Buck knows this isn't that.

But still. He can't help how every part of him seems to be boiling-hot-water-foaming-out-of-the-pot at the way Tommy arches his spine under him, and struggles through the two syllables of his name, entirely breathless. There is sweat all along his hairline that Buck wants to lick off. He thinks: I want to strip you bare, I want to see all of you - I want to take care of you. Let me, let me.

Tommy is far too beautiful underneath him not to think like this. It's the way the muscles in his neck stand out, how his Adam's apple bobs - the way he keeps his hands over his head like Buck told him to, fingers twisting into the pillow. Perfectly obedient. Because Buck told him, because Tommy wants to be.

Buck groans then, can't help the way his hips snap forward hard, once, twice; a few more times. Tommy responds, making it so much worse - because of the way he sounds. Like he's all Buck's, and Buck's alone-

“You're mine.”

It's not possessiveness exactly, but more the need to tell Tommy that he lives in Bucks chest now; is in every breath and each beat of his heart. Tommy has his heart. Buck is still buried deep inside Tommy's body - entirely still now - and he can feel the pulse of Tommy echoed around his cock, he can't think about this in any form that isn't insane.

It scares Buck. Not a little, but a lot. He clings, he knows he does - and Tommy, Tommy runs. What a pair they make. How uniquely suited they are to be perfect for each other in every way, having learned to survive on patterns that will end up cutting each other open if they aren't careful.

“Yours,” Tommy gasps, a moment too late, struggling to find his voice. “Of course, Evan. All yours.”

He's almost slurring the words, eyes out of focus and body straining to press into Buck's wandering hands. Buck soothes him; he's helpless to do anything but that. Of course. He loves Tommy. So much he could devour him whole. Sometimes.

“I got you, baby,” Buck coos, and then, because he's been punishing himself far too long. “Touch me.”

Tommy is on him in a flash, broad hands mapping out every part of his body. It anchors Buck. Finally, he rolls his hips into Tommy, following the suggestion of fingers digging into his ass, leading him. The script is all flipped; who's taking care of whom now? And with Tommy's teeth latching onto his shoulder, who's devouring whom?

“Yeah,” Tommy murmurs to him. “There you go, sweetheart. So good for me. Sweet and perfect and mine.”

Buck shudders. He thinks, yes, I want to feel this forever.

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Oliver Stark as Evan 'Buck' Buckley 9-1-1 ~ S01 E09 ~ Trapped

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Bucktommy + "For Us" by V for @loullaby

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