OLIVER STARK as EVAN 'BUCK' BUCKLEY 9-1-1 • 7.05 – You Don't Know Me

how we feeling bucktommyblr??????

holy shit jsgfhdksmf im . woag

hi oliver i have been perceived

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nothin' like midnight pancakes and makin’ love <3

nothin' like midnight pancakes and makin’ love <3

WAIT OH WHAT

i got my cameo from lou (an hour before it was going to expire) and tommy & buck are thriving✌🏼

my cock runneth over

teach a man to like posts, he’ll feed only himself. teach a man to reblog and he’ll feed his mutuals for a lifetime.

y'all have GOT to start reblogging posts again i'm so serious this ratio is crazy

i Do get secondhand embarrassment watching cameos but i am also not immune to being endeared by lou ferrigno jr unfortunately

oliver’s “lou ferrigno jr 🥰🥰🥰🥰” in the zach sang interview likkeeee acting so blushy n bashful and bro i GET IT 😩

anyways. it's cloudy in los angeles when dean and sam come to town. 2007. it's cold and rainy and there's a ghost haunting the set of a horror movie. maybe more than one ghost! and dean fucks tara benchley in her trailer. and he really wants to fuck martin flagg, the movie's writer. and he's got an itch in his system he needs to scratch. so when sam holes up at the motel that night, dean goes to a bar. picks a badge and ladder joint. walks in. knows this is the right spot. big men sitting solo at the bar, processing hard days at work. and dean's got his long eyelashes and wide eyes and freckles dotted across his nose. he's got a hickey on his neck. he pulls up next to a particularly big man. with a nice sharp nose and a clean haircut. and he says "hi". and the guy shakes his hand, introduces himself as tommy. he's kinda funny, and he keeps looking into dean's eyes and then looking down at his whiskey like he's got to control himself, and yeah. this is the one. so dean puts a ten down on the counter, covers both their drinks, and he winks at tommy and heads out of the bar. and like. he knows to give the guy a second, so he stands in the alley and lights up a cigarette and blows smoke into the sky above hollywood. thinks hollywood. bright lights, and belonging. where he could perform and someone would tell him "good job" for it. and then, like clockwork, tommy slips around the corner. stands next to dean, presses his shoulder against his. says "y'know, i'm a firefighter. i think i'm meant to put those things out." and he grabs the cigarette right from between dean's lips and presses it out into the wet pavement with the toe of his boot. and then he looks up again, takes a breath. dean's all dimples and swagger, he's got him--hook, line, n sinker. but he’s gonna make tommy make the first move because he's big and he ought to know what he wants. dean plays it up, bites his lip, says “hey, i was smokin’ that.” and tommy huffs a laugh, mumbles something like “fuck it” under his breath, and then he’s pushing dean back into the brick of the wall and kissing him. and he’s got dean’s head cradled between both his hands and dean melts. like damn, this forest fire of a man is fucking kissing him. movie-magic-old-school-hollywood-golden-age-best-picture style. and dean pulls back a bit, when it seems like tommy’ll never come up for air. says “what’s the rush, big guy?” and when tommy breathes "sorry. sorry–just. i've needed that.” dean says “been a while?” 

tommy closes his eyes and nods, “forever.”

he's so funny i'm cryingggg

anon i see you....that's so wild....

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Drew a little Buck to start practicing him in my style :))) my jacked 6'2 sunshine man. Also, his hair is kinda wild to color cuz it's like blonde sometimes and other times it looks brown???