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any domestic headcanons for bucktommy? also hugging u 💕

<- tommy likes to sleep in on his days off. it takes some getting used to once they start staying the night at each other's places because buck likes to start his days bright and early, it makes him feel more productive etc. but with tommy wrapped around him in bed like a giant koala, it's kind of hard to remember there's trash to take out and groceries to buy. it's not like it can't wait. and tommy, all soft and grumbly in the bright morning light... he can't wait.

<- tommy loves to cook and he's even better at it than buck. dare i say almost as good as bobby. he loves hosting dinners, loves showing off. there's a headcanon going around that i think @gayhoediaz came up with that he grew up in foster care? i think it would tie into it very well: tommy shows love through food; food means community to him. he wants to have a big family, and a house with a big kitchen that would be the heart of it all. and buck likes that idea a lot, it makes him feel all warm whenever tommy mentions it because he gets it.

<- they love watching tv together and just being lazy, doing nothing. buck doesn't have a couch but tommy does, and it's huge and soft and kinda old, and buck fits perfectly between tommy's body and the arm of it

<- i know tommy was impressed with how nice buck's place was and all that, but my personal headcanon is that tommy owns a fixer upper that he needs to put some time and love into, and buck is absolutely obsessed with the place. he thinks it's cozy. i also think tommy bought it with the idea of having that big, loud family one day and i need to stop talking now

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writing fics be like

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morning sun (and warm cotton sheets)

Rating: M | WC: 9k | Steve/Eddie Established Relationship, Morning After, Kissing

Eddie drifted into waking slowly, sleepily, by the warmth of the sun starting to stream through the crack in the curtain. It took the chill out of the room, the light of it hitting his bare back. It was nice — there was no blaring of his alarm dragging him out of sleep, no cold of winter forcing him to retreat under the comforters.

Instead it was warm, and calm, and still early, so Eddie let himself shut his eyes again. Rolling out the stiffness in his back as he snuggled down further into bed.

The sheets were soft — impossibly soft — as they were fancy ones Steve said they should splurge on because ‘just trust me, Baby’. And he was right, of course. He also grew up a rich kid, but whatever. The sheets were soft, and felt nice, and they made Steve give out his happy smile when Eddie said he loved them, actually. They hung loose around Eddie’s waist, gently brushing his bare skin, and he made no move to pull them up.

Sue him, he was comfortable. And if the sheets slipped down — exposing his pale ass, the hickeys littering his thighs —  then no harm done. The only person around to see is Steve, and Eddie didn’t think he’d mind, considering he gave them to him.

Eddie blinked, letting the light slowly flood his vision, turning head towards Steve’s side of the bed. It’s empty, sheets rumpled, still warm. It’s not a surprise, and Eddie’s not worried. His boyfriend has always been an insufferable morning person.

He reaches out to Steve’s side of the bed, instinctually, automatically, and pulls himself over to the warm spot Steve left behind. If he inhales, presses his nose to the sheets, Eddie swears he can still smell Steve. His cologne, his sweat, him. Eddie shuffles into a more comfortable position, snuggling down into Steve’s pillows and the dent he’s left in the mattress.

Curling his arms around his head, resting them there, using them to prop himself up slightly — Eddie turns his head to look at their now open bedroom door. He’s still lying stomach down in bed, sheets now tangled around his legs and slung low over his waist. If he moves, stretches — and he knows this for a fact — he’ll start to feel the ache in his back, his thighs, his ass; from his time with Steve last night. So he doesn’t move. Lets himself get enveloped by the warmth of the room, the soft sheets, and peers through his folded arms for any signs of his boyfriend.

The hallway light is on, the bathroom door propped open, so he knows Steve is still home. Good. Eddie likes to say goodbye to him before he leaves the house, no matter how early it is, no matter how late they stayed up last night. Likes the confirmation of his presence, that he’s been there, that he’ll be back. He was the same with Wayne, back in Hawkins. The two Munsons were always leaving each other notes and knocking on doors to say goodbye to the other.

Of course it didn’t go away with Steve. And Steve was always so nice about it, understanding. He had his own hang ups of course, so he got it. So whenever Steve had to leave the apartment, he’d find Eddie and say goodbye, cradle his cheek and give him a kiss. Leave him a note if he wanted to let Eddie sleep.

Today, Eddie can’t see Steve, but he can hear him, ever so faintly. The sound echoing out of the open bathroom door. The sound of rushing water, Steve’s voice starting to rise over the sound of the shower. He’s starting to sing, ever so faintly. Eddie can’t quite tell what it is, but it makes him smile.

He sounds happy, content, letting himself sing in the shower. So Eddie lets himself doze off again, tendrils of sleep wrapping around hid mind and drifting him back down again, listening to sounds of Steve’s singing. It’s the sweet, lazy sort of domesticity that Eddie thought he’d never get. Lazy mornings where he doesn’t have to rush off to work, or a deal, or run errands because something broke again. He can sleep in, can wake up and choose not to get out of bed, soothed by the sweet sounds of his boyfriend singing in the shower.

[Read the rest on Ao3]

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everything disappears when you come around

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men in black still holds up so well imo the jaded old man getting partnered with an insubordinate rookie (and it works bc they’re both fucking insane). the lore. the creepy cockroach alien wearing a human as a suit & planning world domination. the kitty and his lil necklace. the wazzzzzzzzup aliens & talking pug. the special effects and pre digital haze. the quote where k says “fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the earth was the center of the universe. five hundred years ago, everybody knew the earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. imagine what you'll know tomorrow”

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they wrestle as an excuse to get real close

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sleepy times

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between lou saying there are some "saucy" scenes coming up and oliver saying buck is going to initiate some of his and tommy's kisses............ girls the bucktommy makeout scene is closer than we think

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9-1-1 // BUCK AND TOMMY

for @queerbuck

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how it started vs. how it's going

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Just listen, listen.

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stranger things month: day nine, favorite otp → lucas and max

“ Hey. You’re nothing like your brother, okay? You’re cool and different. And you’re super smart. And you’re, like, totally tubular. ”

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me and who

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Endless gifs of Steve Harrington - 49/∞

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the genius of megamind (beyond the obvious genius ofc) is that it's superman parody actually presents a genuinely unsettling depiction of the "hero" that I like wayyy better than "what if superman was evil" or "what if superman was wrong"... it's "what if superman didn't care"