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you said i’d be okay.

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Okay we need more of bobbytommy👀👀👀👀

Morning, nonny!!

The bobbytommy fic I'm writing is for an event, and I have to post it on June 29th! I'm almost done writing it, but I won't post another snippet bc you guys will have seen it all before I post it lol!

Hopefully I find more inspiration for them after this.

Thanks for your interest 🫶 Keep an eye out!

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yeah. we need more buck tits 🥴

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"Yo, you should come to LA with us, bruh."

for @buckweek 2025 - day 4: "lost and found"

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Part 2 of Oliver Stark for Principle Magazine

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day manager at a hotel vs the most annoying guest he’s ever had (he’s going to fuck him in the laundry room)

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He had a long day committing crimes

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📷 • principlemagazine • 06.24.25

Presenting our brand new digital cover with @.oliverstarkk, star of @.911onabc, shot exclusively in LA. @.OliverStarkk when he’s not working: “I like to disappear a little bit. I like to be outside. I like to be out in nature, I have three large dogs. I like to get away from the city and find some solitude and peace. I use that time to find a bit more stability and routine in my life because the 9-1-1 schedule is all over the place. If I haven’t escaped, and I am at home, it’s about finding a routine. It’s a helpful and meaningful time.” @.OliverStarkk live now - link in bio! Words @.iamfabio_ Photography @.gemxhale Fashion @.ejwitt Grooming @.thisisbabe using @.111skin and @.randco Special thanks @.alsacehotella Oliver wears jeans and jacket @.LeeJeans, henley @.JohnVarvatos, boots @.AriatEurope, belt @.NudieJeans, bracelet and ring @.thegreatfrogldn, sunglasses @.MoscotNYC

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this is what he actually said in the morning after scene.

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EVAN BUCKLEY 9-1-1 4x03 "FUTURE TENSE"

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sentences s'monday!!

thanks for the tag @sad-girl-hours23! 💖

some tommybobby for your enjoyment...

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"There are more people who would miss you than people who would miss me." Tommy scoffs, the combination of mild concussion and pain meds making him rather more forthright than he would normally be with his captain, even after the tentative shift in their relationship. "Well that's definitely not true," he says, rolling his eyes as Bobby just looks at him, an inscrutable expression on his face. "I don't know about your family but I do know that the 118 would miss you." Tommy swallows thickly, his next words doing their best to stick to his tongue. "I'd miss you." Surprise flickers across Bobby's face and something twists in Tommy's chest at the sight. The thing is, he's been where Bobby is. Been in a place where it felt like no one cared about him, like it wouldn't matter if he just wasn't there anymore, and the thought that Bobby is apparently going through the same thing stirs a kind of fury in his gut, a simmering anger that burns hot and righteous as he opens his mouth to start arguing with him about it. Except Bobby beats him to it and the flames gutter out as quickly as they'd started when he says, "I'd miss you too," his voice so quiet that Tommy barely hears him over the hospital hustle and bustle.

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tagged by @sad-girl-hours23 for several sentence sunday smonday! not tagging anyone bc we have the same friends loll but feel free to send in another!!

BobbyTommy, explicit under cut (not edited, first draft)

Bobby leans forward, lays a kiss at the corner of Tommy's mouth. "The moment Sal left. You fell into a bubble of solitude for a few days and hit the gym hard," Bobby says as he pulls them into the shower area. He turns on one of the showers so it gets warm while they finish undressing. "It was clear that you had just lost some sort of protection. An ally."

Tommy stands dumbfounded as his boxers are being pulled off his thighs.

"And you can fool your old captain with a fake girlfriend, but me?" Bobby punctuates the statement with a scoff. He kneels slowly, lets his hands cascade down the back of Tommy's thighs and they suddenly feel like Jell-o. Tommy reaches for the half-wall next to him and stays in silence, still processing the feeling of Bobby's lips on his face.

"Then you started exercising when I was present. You started complementing my cooking, my leadership, my presence." Tommy's vibrating and about to throw up for completely different reasons. There's a voice in his head that still thinks people are tricking him. That he's being part of a giant plot his dad is leading from his grave.

But Tommy lets Bobby wrap his hands around his dick—which has been engorged and red and leaking for the best part of that conversation—and he hopes oddly that the crew will be out for the rest of the shift.

"Bobby," Tommy whispers but his tone is as thick as the shower air and it gets lost before reaching Bobby's ears. He takes his hand to Bobby's hair instead, hoping to convey his urgency.

Bobby hums a laugh; "Patience, honey." He gets up on his feet and closes the space between them, their nipples coming in contact in the simplest touch. "Why don't you turn around for me? Lay your hands on the wall there." Tommy loves obeying, but Tommy loves the closeness and wants to sear the memory in his brain.

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tagged by @ambernotember for several sentences sunday smonday

They'd been unloading and unpacking Buck's belongings for several hours when Tommy flops down on the couch and pulls out his phone. 

"I'm starving. Want to order from that pizza place we love?"

We. Tommy says it as casually as he'd said 'our kitchen' and 'our garage' as he moved things out of the way and gave Buck his own spaces alongside his. Buck's tongue sticks to the roof of his dry mouth and all he can manage is an affirmative hum.

"What are you in the mood for? Veggie or supreme?"

Buck couldn't care less about pizza toppings. He opens his mouth—a reflexive 'you choose' on the tip of his tongue—before clamping his lips shut in fear of something else coming out. He knows he should be grateful—he is grateful—that he has somewhere affordable and safe to live while he looks for a permanent home. 

But the ease in which Tommy invited Buck to live in his house—the effort he's put in to make sure he's comfortable and at home—pours salt into the wound that never healed. That Buck is allowed to have this now—now that they're ex-boyfriends, now that they're some facsimile of friends—feels like rejection all over again. 

Tommy looks up from his phone and frowns. "Evan?"

Buck clears his throat and turns back to the box of books he'd been unpacking. "Whatever you want."

Np tags: @fake-mouthstatic @maybeitsmay @thegingerparty @thefixations-ofmine @just-barrow

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They can go all night, baby

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so umm Bucky was teaching Steve how to lindy and then things got more intense probably

I NEED PRE-WAR FICS WHERE THEY DANCE PLS

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David Harbour photographed by Simons Finnerty for Interview Magazine