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please word vomit a bunch of bucktommy thoughts at me

their first month anniversary Buck takes them back to the restaurant where they had their first date and spends the entire time flirting so hard that it's almost embarrassing in an entirely different way. but he spends most of the night with his hand stretched across the table to hold Tommy's, he keeps asking Tommy questions about himself and listening so intently when he answers, and when the server comes to clear their plates away he very pointedly says, "my DATE and I would like to see the dessert menu" and Tommy does his best to hide his laughter in a napkin

the first time Evan goes down on Tommy it is the longest, most carefully executed and thorough blowjob of his entire life. Tommy's trying so hard not to push things so he lets Evan set the pace as he always does, but he wasn't anticipating how much Evan would absolutely relish having a cock in his mouth. they also find out Evan doesn't have a gag reflex, which he weaponizes. Tommy comes so hard he blacks out for the first time since he first became acquainted with his prostate, and Evan's smugness over it lasts for an entire week

until Tommy fucks him for the first time and Evan becomes familiar with a dick hitting his prostate and comes untouched, and then Tommy gets to be the smug one

the first time Tommy drops by the 118 to visit Evan when it's his day off, he doesn't think much of it - he just wanted to bring his boyfriend a coffee and a croissant - but Evan is so genuinely thrilled and touched that he makes a mental note to do it as often as their shifts allow

the first time Buck tries to return the favor Tommy tries to like, hide him from the rest of the team at Harbor and at first Buck's kind of upset about it but it lasts all of a minute when Tommy's team clocks him and IMMEDIATELY start in on the "SO THIS IS THE FAMOUS EVAN" and "we've heard so much about you...sooo much. too much, almost" and he realizes that Tommy wasn't trying to keep Buck from them, but was trying to avoid getting razzed to all hell in front of him

one time they go pottery painting as a date and Buck's plate looks a little bit like Jee might have done it, but Tommy's is amazing, all fine lines and beautiful colors and an ornate pattern that he just freehanded, and Buck won't stop gushing over it because he's genuinely so impressed, and a few days later Tommy shows him the spot in his garage where he keeps the paintings he does in his spare time after his therapist recommended using art as an outlet

Buck takes his favorite of all these paintings back to the loft (at Tommy's insistence) where it hangs on the wall up until the day Buck moves into Tommy's house, and it goes up in their living room

#yeah #so sweeeeeeeeeet #bucktommy #911 abc

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one-aye-teen · 13 hours

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A gotcha for Gaza prompt from @henrenfanclub on twitter! Albert, Ravi and May playing uno! Check out the event, donate and get a creation of your own here!

#awwwwwwww #fanart #may grant #911 abc #albert han #ravi panikkar

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one-aye-teen · 13 hours

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i like your voice in person

Evan's staring at the bed like he's trying to navigate a minefield.

Six months ago that would have sent Tommy on another journey of self-deprecation, a reminder that he'd known Evan wasn't ready for this, known this was a possibility, but Evan, for all his own insecurities, knows what the hell he wants and if he'd felt even an ounce of pressure or remorse up to this point he'd have said something long before now.

Sometimes Evan likes to work it out himself, and sometimes he needs a little nudge, and Tommy watches the head tilt and the angle of his pursed lips for cues as he settles under the sheets.

"Something on your mind?" he prompts, and Evan blinks, like he hadn't realized he'd gotten lost in his thoughts.

"Uh...nothing, maybe."

"Sounds like something, probably."

Evan's smile tilts up at one corner, and he settles on the bed a little stiffly. "It's nothing major. Just. Something I've been thinking about?"

He can feel his brows jumping, can see the way Evan takes in the look with a fond expression. Evan steels himself for something -- they're still muddling through past experiences and learning how to be a bit more intentional in some of their conversations, because they both have a bad habit of reverting to flirting and deflection.

"You remember what we talked about last weekend?"

Tommy can genuinely remember about 93 percent of what he and Evan talk about at any given time, which is an astronomically high number and not at all an exaggeration. He'd be embarrassed about it if he didn't have clear evidence that Evan was as deep into this as he was.

They talk a lot, is the thing, about inconsequential shit just as much (definitely more) than the important stuff. They talk far more than Tommy can remember talking in any other relationship he's been in. But Tommy can pinpoint the exact one he means.

"You mean the roles thing."

Evan hadn't been a stranger to a little daddy talk in bed when they started to explore it, and he'd brought it up right at the start for a reason, but Tommy had taken a while to come around to the realization that Evan had sort of internalized the 'I don't have daddy issues' of it all in a way that Tommy hadn't actually meant it. There'd been little things, here and there; like Evan reaching a door before him and then bashfully waiting with it half open like he'd made a misstep; like twisting his mouth a little funny when he snatched the bill from the table before Tommy could get it. Little things.

Things that, in the abstract, yeah, Tommy liked to do for his partners, but in reality weren't actually that big a deal to him.

He'd needed to clear the air.

Evan nods. Curls a hand around his knee before he shifts his body so that he's facing Tommy. "So, I like taking care of people."

(A conversation, a month ago, Evan grimacing around "My therapist says I have to stop calling myself a people pleaser in a derogatory way.")

Tommy hums, something to remind Evan he's listening.

"And I guess I sort of built up this idea in my head that that was like, a hard stop with you."

("Everyone likes being taken care of sometimes, Evan.")

"And I'm not -- I'm not upset at you, or like, feeling guilty, I just -- I've been thinking about it, and I feel like I forgot to ask you how you wanted to be taken care of."

The thing with Evan is that no matter how often he'll deflect with a joke, when he wants to say something serious he's blunt as hell about it. There might be some hemming and hawing to get there but sometimes he says things that just make Tommy wonder if he'd ever actually learned how to say things before Evan.

"I don't really have a list, babe," he says, and then sort of hates himself for it. Deflect, distract, hey baby how about I blow you about all these big feelings inside my chest I can't articulate.

Evan, though, Evan squinches his eyes and runs a heavy hand through his hair. "I...sort of do?"

"Lay it on me."

Evan grins. "That's actually one of the things on my list."

Tommy blinks. Tries to figure out that trail of thought, but he's coming up with nothing. "Okay, can you expand on that?"

"Like --listen, you know I'm a huge fan of being the little spoon. I'd let someone put screws back in my leg just for continued little spoon privileges. But sometimes I miss being the big spoon, and in my head the idea sounded so stupid to bring up but now I'm wondering if, like, maybe I've just been denying you the joy of being the little spoon?"

Tommy thinks of Evan's hands spread big and warm across his belly, of knees tucked up behind his, warm breath on the back of his neck like when Evan stumbles up behind him in the mornings whining about coffee, and maybe he blue screens a bit because he's never actually dated someone so close to his own size, because there's always been an assumption at the outset that he wouldn't want that.

Alex had been a little too into the same dynamic he'd seen Evan stumbling through, and Colin had hated sleeping with someone's flesh touching his own. Beyond that he hadn't really dated anyone long enough to really form a preference.

Maybe Kara might have been willing, back when he'd been closeted enough to pretend it wasn't an effort to get it up when she had his dick in her mouth, but they'd been young enough that staying the night wasn't really a consideration.

"And like -- listen, I don't necessarily prescribe to gender roles as a thing in general, but a few weekends ago I spent like twenty minutes staring at a bouquet of flowers in Trader Joe's and convinced myself you wouldn't like the gesture so I didn't buy them but you have a few vases in your moms old china cabinet and the moment I remembered them I felt stupid for not buying the flowers."

There's something curling tenderly underneath Tommy's ribcage that he's not sure he's ever felt quite like this before. It's not new, exactly, but it seems to be thrumming particularly hard tonight.

Three months in, Tommy had gotten the man-flu from hell, temperatures so high he'd been grounded and sent packing to rest it off, and he'd texted Evan a jumbled mess of barely discernible things when they'd tucked him into the Uber.

Evan and Bobby had made chicken noodle soup at the station and Hen had sent Evan off with a laundry list of things he could do to help drop the fever, and Tommy had spent the duration sulking and glowering and dragging himself out of bed every time Evan had wanted to change the sheets, to keep Tommy as comfortable as he could, but when Evan had caught it four days later he hadn't hesitated to do all the same shit with gusto. Evan hadn't been particularly grateful either, because neither one of them liked being laid up when the world was out there waiting for them, but he'd at least had the grace to not be an asshole about it.

He had, though. Been grateful. A little awestruck, too, at the mere idea of someone so unafraid of just being there through all the moaning and groaning and hacking and coughing, keeping the tissues from piling up on the bedside table and switching out cold packs to the freezer so he always had one ready in case he wanted it. In the clarity of a full day without fever making his brain feel like cotton candy he'd stared down at a sleepily wheezing Evan and known he could absolutely lose his heart to this man.

"Also I don't want to toot my own horn here but I give excellent foot rubs, and I feel like there's about a million other things I've just been -- holding back from doing?"

"Because of the role thing, or because all your stupid exes told you you were needy?"

It's not a night to pull punches. Also Tommy wants to send thank you cards to every single one of them and attach them to boxes with a bark scorpion inside.

"Both," Evan says without a second of hesitation. His smile crinkles at the corners of his mouth, and Tommy is suddenly annoyed with the space between them. When he holds out his hand to tug Evan into him, Evan melts into it for the space of a moment before he pulls back. "I actually kind of desperately want to be the big spoon right now, if that's something you'd be into." Evan had definitely clocked the look on his face when he'd mentioned it, but he's keyed into the way Tommy checks in and reciprocated in kind since the start of this, so.

Tommy peels his glasses off, snags his bookmark to keep his spot in the monstrosity of the Wrangler maintenance manual he'd stopped being cagey about the fifth time Evan caught him flipping through it, and watches Evan settle comfortably into bed next to him. The problem is, Tommy actually isn't sure where to go from there, which is a ridiculous thought to have because Evan hadn't either and he'd figured it out just fine.

"How do you want me, Buckley?"

The roll of his eyes is so bitchy that Tommy has to remind himself that for all his people pleasing attributes, Evan Buckley is, at heart, a huge fucking brat. Evan tugs and twists and maneuvers his arms and Tommy sort of sinks into it, head tucked in the crook of his shoulder, draping his leg over one of Evan's when he shifts his knee pointedly, a massive, unruly breath escaping Tommy once they're all done shifting.

"You should absolutely try out the rest of your list," he murmurs into the space where Evan's shoulder meets his neck. "Although you don't need to woo me anymore, I'm actually fully wooed."

Lips against his crown, pressed tightly enough that he can feel the smile against his scalp, Evan chuckles. "You don't know how good my wooing is."

The fingers shifting up and down his arm feel somehow different, from this position, even though Evan has done it a hundred times before from the spot he likes to claim with his head right over Tommy's bleeding, three-sizes-too-big-for-him heart. It's ridiculous, and it shouldn't feel any different, but it does. He wants to be greedy with it, soak it in and then never let Evan do this again because he finally understands the appeal and he doesn't want to deprive Evan that.

"This is nicer than I expected."

Evan's soft laugh ruffles his hair, and Tommy wonders if he's dumb enough to ask Eddie how long he should wait before he can reasonably beg Evan to spend the rest of his life with him.

"Save the reviews for when I actually spoon you. It's gonna rock your world." His hand drifts up, fingers digging into the dimple of Tommy's skull.

The hum in his throat has a mind of it's own, going thin and reedy and --

Evan pauses, and Tommy can practically see the gears whirring in his mind, because this is new information.

To both of them, actually, but Tommy doesn't have time to process it because the fingers on the back of his skull spread and sink deeper, just enough pressure to be more than a glancing ruffle, and Tommy can't quite help the way he tilts his head back into it, or the way he hitches his leg to press his groin a little more firmly to the outside of Evan's thigh.

They're both too tired for it to really mean anything -- both off 48's and a fumbled round in the shower while they were already bone weary -- but Tommy wants the reminder for them both when they wake up in the morning.

He can feel his eyes drooping the longer Evan scrubs his fingers against him, and the thought pops into his head as he's drifting off. He doesn't want it to disappear into the fog, though, so he murmurs it into the soft, warm skin of Evan's neck. "I like camellia's. White ones."

Evan hums, and Tommy just knows that the moment he drops off, Evan will be reaching for his phone to google the language of flowers.

#yell heah #bucktommy #ficrec #this is LOVELY #like yes open healthy communication!!!

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one-aye-teen · 14 hours

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Pride Month is upon us again and so it is time to repost my little guy, Hue! I’m wishing everyone a safe, supportive, positive, and enlightening Pride, whether you’re all the way “out” or not!

#happy pride 🌈

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one-aye-teen · 14 hours

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the feeling is creeping in slow

After watching his boyfriend struggle with stress and lack of sleep for almost a week, Tommy sits Buck down and suggests they try something new in the bedroom to help him relax.

Turns out, Buck really loves getting tied up.

explicit | 3.4k words | part of the @911actions gotcha for gaza, thank you @evnnkinard for submitting such a good prompt!

Buck stares down at his hands, watching them tremor where they sit on top of his bare thighs, loosely curled into fists. He had been ordered to strip down to his boxers and sit on the edge of the bed, and wait for Tommy to gather their supplies, but he's restless, mind running too fast for him to stay still.

It's part of what led them here, his restlessness leading to him losing sleep, spending more of the night tossing and turning than actual rest. He doesn't know why he feels like this, or why nothing else is helping quiet his mind, but he's exhausted from feeling like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

After watching him become more cranky and jittery over the course of this week, Tommy finally sat him down and suggested the idea of bondage involving rope.

“I've tried it before myself, a few times,” Tommy had told him, “and I think it helped me then. It gives the same feeling of a tight hug and really helped me calm down.”

Buck thinks he might have felt that before when they experimented in bed and Tommy had grabbed his wrists to hold them above his head, or when his jacket was only taken off partially to keep his hands behind his back while Tommy bent him over the kitchen counter and fucked him until his legs were jelly.

continue reading on ao3 !

#yep!#bucktommy #ficrec

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one-aye-teen · 22 hours

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Mr. “‘He’s not- we’re not’ - subtle is what you are not!“-Diaz in Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by @hmslusitania

Eddie’s PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.

Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

#please for the love of all things good #this is fucking AMAZING #like UGHHHH #buddie #buddie fanart

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one-aye-teen · 23 hours

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yes i agree. i was very confused by what was going on with him. i feel like different choices could have been made with his character.

i feel like this season eddie has been written very poorly/ooc. it’s not even the whole vertigo thing, i thought he was weird during the first half of the season as well. it felt like i was watching rg instead of eddie idk how to explain it

am i the only one who feels this was or…?

#bee talks about 911

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one-aye-teen · 23 hours

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wtf was the point of marisol???????? like omg. wtf. you’re telling me she had no idea she was getting cheated on? we didnt even get the chance to see her cuss eddie out or anything.

#bee talks about 911

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one-aye-teen · 23 hours

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maddie & chim taking mara in is so…

i had to remind myself not to cry. like wtf. they’re so sweet & perfect. i love maddie & chim

#bee talks about 911

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one-aye-teen · 23 hours

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i agree. i think tommy is a very interesting character & has the potential to be more interesting on screen but we haven’t really seen much of that. i hope we get more in season 8

Tommy Kinard strikes me – and I mean this in an immensely positive way – as a man who has gone to therapy. my read on him is that he is a man who strives to be empathetic and kind, and who is empathetic and kind, but also had to put in real work to become empathetic and kind. he’s emotionally intelligent but he had to deliberately learn how to be that, how to do that. and at the same time unlearn the kind of toxic hypermasculine behavior that permeates spaces like the army and law enforcement.

I feel like his character is striking this really great balance between being masculine and rugged and strong, having all these badass skills and a dry sense of humor, and also being a guy who stops by a new friend’s place to clear the air when there are clearly some strong emotions swirling around. who shows up for his friends. who pauses a conversation to check in with his boyfriend when he’s upset about something. I hope we get more about his backstory and about what’s been going on with him since he was with the 118, because I get the sense that he’s been on a pretty meaningful personal journey.

#tommy kinard #911 abc

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one-aye-teen · 23 hours

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happy pride month to me!!!

#i’ve had such a complicated relationship w/ my sexuality & gender for such a long time & i’m finally working towards making peace #w/ my identity #it’s hard work but i’m worth it #i’m proud to be queer #& also super thankful to this fandom #so much of fics i’ve read have helped me feel seen #bee talks about bee

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one-aye-teen · 23 hours

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since it's the first of the month:

Tommy tried to go to the LA pride parade the first year he was out, but it was relatively soon after he'd even come out and before he'd gone to therapy, so the imposter syndrome was very real (between how late in life he'd figured everything out and the knowledge of the way he used to be still hanging over his head) and he ended up leaving pretty quickly. he doesn't actively avoid pride events or anything like that, it's not that serious, but there's a part of him that can't shake the memory of that first June.

and then he starts dating Evan, who goes full throttle into his enthusiasm for his first pride, and it is infectious. Evan, who seems bound and determined to overwrite the "I'm an ally" thing by researching every pride flag and laying out their history to anyone who will listen, who bought a hundred bi flag magnets to stick on his locker at work so that he could keep replacing the one Gerrard throws away, who made it clear (after Tommy explained his own first pride experience) that he doesn't want to make Tommy feel pressured to attend any of the dozen or so events he has marked up in his Google calendar.

Tommy's the one who buys their shirts for the parade (Evan's is the 'I'm not gay but my boyfriend is' shirt and Tommy's is just a gray tank that says GAY on it in big white letters that he pairs with some shorts that are the gay mlm flag) and he gets some bi flag face paint for Evan, and presents them to him a few days before the end of May and mentions that his usual bar does a GREAT trivia night the whole month and that Evan definitely needs to join his team with all his encyclopedic knowledge, and Evan carefully lays his shirt on the kitchen counter and then crowds Tommy up against it and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him

and Tommy isn't much for social media - he has an Instagram, yeah, but he hasn't updated it in at least six months - but he changes his profile picture to one of him and Evan at the parade, sunburnt drunk and grinning, surrounded by color, their arms wrapped around each other.

(Evan posts a similar picture, only his is from the moment Tommy's inhibitions lowered enough to dip Evan into a kiss in the middle of the street, confetti flying all around them)

#this is so precious to me #happy pride 🌈#bucktommy #911 abc

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