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thefemboylinkagenda · 13 days

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okay but what if hen's "it's about time" is about buck and/or tommy being with a LI who they actually LIKE, and visibly so

#911 spoilers #911 abc #bucktommy #henrietta wilson #07x06 #911 07x06

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addictedtostorytelling · 1 year

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gil grissom + listening to his wife

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aborddelimpala · 2 years

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Supernatural Week | Day 08 | Secondary / Side character(s)

Jody Mills 💕

#spnweek #spn gifs #jody mills #05x15 #07x06 #09x09 #09x19 #10x08 #11x12 #12x06 #13x03 #13x10 #mygifs

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ryanguzmansource · 1 month

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🎥 • ryanaguzman: reposted to stories (4.11.24) link to full video

#🎥#🚒#4.11.24 #ryan guzman #april 2024 #911: 07x06

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gotham-ruaidh · 10 months

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now i lay me down to sleep - a 7x05 and 7x06 story

I had thought it would be easy to sleep in the tent that night – after a few uncomfortable days on the road, preceded by my brief yet searing stint back at Ticonderoga worrying for my patients and for Jamie, not to mention the stress we’d both felt before the fort was abandoned as our well-reasoned advice fell on deaf ears.

I’d mastered the art of sleeping in a tent, with the low noises of men camped all around me, during the war. My war, to be precise – on the blood-soaked fields of France. Too quickly I’d had to put that habit to use in the months we’d spent camping with Charles Stuart, and then again not too long ago, in those terrible days of the fruitless skirmishes with the Regulators.

So I’d thought that the murmured campfire conversations, and occasional snorting of horses, and all other manner of noises would lull me to sleep this night.

Yet I lay awake. Too tired to sleep.

Mind racing.

Walter’s last breath.

Ian looking at Rachel, as she helped Denny and I bandage a man who had discharged his musket into his foot.

The shape of William’s nose and chin.

Brianna smiling.

I sat up in the bedroll, and swung out my legs from under the blankets.

Jamie’s hand found the small of my back.

Peace.

“When Bree was small and she couldn’t sleep, sometimes she’d get frustrated. So I told her to rest her eyes instead.”

“Hmm. Did that work?”

“Well, it soothed her. I convinced her that laying still with her eyes closed was more restful than not doing so.”

I heard him sit up behind me. Felt his arms wrap around my middle, and his head settle into the curve of my shoulder.

“And if she didnae like what she saw when she closed her eyes?”

I found his hands and squeezed. “I would ask her to think about something she did like.”

He smiled into my neck. “Well then. I just need to keep looking at you, Sassenach. Cannae think of a better way to fall asleep.”

I flushed with pleasure, and turned to kiss him. It was hard to see in the dark, and we fumbled a bit, laughing, and he tasted of happiness.

We broke apart at a whoop from somewhere not too far from the tent.

“Christ,” Jamie whispered. “I’ll need to have a word wi’ Morgan in the morning. Cannae have the men making such a stramash. It will just cause confusion that the Mohawk or others are attacking, and we dinna need that just now.”

“I’m sure he’ll enjoy talking to you about it.”

He didn’t say anything, and let the moment stretch. Still we held each other’s hands, not fully awake, not willing yet to sleep.

“Do you see something you don’t like, when you close your eyes?”

It was always easy to talk in the dark – even with Jamie, who knew me better than anyone had or would.

“Ye ken weel about my nightmares. But before you ask more about it – no, they’re no’ back, or at least any more than they have always come and go.” His thumb traced my silver wedding ring. “I – only – hmm. I need to ask ye something, and as I turn it over in my mind it feels verra foolish to even say out loud.”

I smiled. “Surely you don’t think I’d laugh?”

“Ye have laughed, and ye will keep laughing at me, since the first day we wed, Sassenach. That’s no’ what I keep seeing.” He paused, and I knew there would be lines forming in his brow as he thought what to say.

I gave him as long as he needed.

“Do you think any less of me, Claire, that I couldnae save you myself?”

“What on earth?” My hand found his shoulder. “What’s this?”

I felt his eyes on me. “I came for you at Fort William wi’ nothing but an empty pistol. I found you after that time wi’ the crazy priest who married Fergus and Marsali. I found you in the forest after the Browns had taken you.”

“Yes,” I said patiently. “I remember.”

“So – at Ticonderoga I relied on Ian to find you. And when you were held prisoner by the governor, on that ship in Wilmington harbor – I relied on Tom Christie.”

“Yes.”

His words came all in a rush. “I couldnae save you those times, Claire. I had to ask other men to do it for me.”

My hand shifted to cup his cheek. “Because you were being pragmatic. You’re older than you were at Fort William. You have a lot more to lose.”

“If I lose you, Claire, I lose everything. Do you no’ ken that?”

“And if in so doing you lose yourself – where does that leave me? I’d rather have a dozen men help me get back to you, than you risking yourself to do it.”

He sighed. “I felt I betrayed my vow to you.”

“Nonsense. You kept it, by enlisting others to help me. Were they not happy to do it?”

“They were.”

“Then don’t tell me that’s beside the point. I’m here, with you, because you asked for help. That’s no small thing.”

A beat.

“And don’t you go doubting yourself. Not now. You need to have a steady mind. To shoot your rifle straight.”

He turned his head, and kissed my palm. “I’m daft.”

“You are. But you knew that already, and I knew that already.”

“And yet somehow, you still love me for it.”

“Despite it.”

I leaned in for a kiss. He drew us back down into the bedroll.

“Rest wi’ me, then, until the dawn. Maybe I’ll dream of the lass and her bairns.”

I settled closer against him. “I’ll dream of you and me, back on the Ridge, in a fine new house.”

He kissed my forehead.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #outlander 07x05 #outlander 07x06

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t3rraria · 1 month

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Maddie: YOU LOST CHIMNEY!?

buck: he's probably on a roof somewhere don't worry!

Eddie: ???

Maddie: why the fuck would he be on a roof??

Buck: have you never seen the hangover movie?

Maddie, who looks like she's about to burst and kill buck on the spot: GO FIND MY FUCKING HUSBAND TO BE!

buck, terrified: on it!

#911 abc #incorrect 911 quotes #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chimney han #maddie buckley #madney wedding #madney #07x06 episode promo idea #the hangover #hangover movie #chimney is probably missing in the next episode

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monstermoviedean · 2 years

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the most babygirl of all time

#i. him. wah #spn #spn rewatch #07x06 slash fiction

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maiamars · 2 years

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it was pretty sexy of them to give the bear kill to the only bear of the team in 7x06

like how many times jorah went face to face with a bear to know where to strike to kill it in one shot with one small knife

#watching 07x06 #jorah mormont #got #el got got to watch

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loserdiaz · 13 days

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oh i've never done it (let's make it cinematic)

buck/tommy | explicit | spoilers for 07x06 | 4k words

“Where are we even going?” Tommy smiles, indulgent and patient and so fucking pretty that Buck wants to cry and fall down on his knees right then and there. “To the supply closet at the end of the hallway.” Buck leans forward until his lips are just a few inches away from Tommy, whispering conspiratorially. “I happen to know the nurses and doctors always use that one for a quickie, so we probably won't get interrupted.” “I have… so many questions.” Tommy blinks at him, the smile still not quite leaving his expression. or: Buck can't help himself and drags Tommy into a supply closet where he gives his first ever blow job. It goes better than he ever could've imagined.

read on ao3

#evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buck x tommy #tommy kinard #bucktommy #kinkley #bucktommy fic #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fic #911fic #911 spoilers #april writes

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tommys-evan · 13 days

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Taking him home

[ post 07x06, general audience, tw: buck's parents don’t approve but who knows whether that's homo/biphobia or just their usual buckphobia ]

Not long after the wedding party had cake, the hospital staff kicks out everyone who is not Chimney's immediate family.

Buck hugs Maddie tightly. "Do you want me to wait outside for you?" He mumbles into her long, brown hair.

Maddie smiles. "Thank you, but I'll be alright," she replies, "You go home with your hot-ass pilot."

He actually giggles softly. Maddie looks at him, in surprise. She has never heard him giggle like that before. Before she can say anything, Buck's face gets serious again.

"I'm glad this day ended the way it did," Buck says with a sincere smile on his face.

"Me two, Buck," Maddie sighs and goes in for another tight hug, "Me too."

She looks at Tommy who just said good-bye to Chimney and is now coming up to stand closely next to Buck. "Are you staying?" He softly asks Buck.

"No, he's not," Maddie answers for her little brother and grins up at the man who is even taller than Buck himself, "Take him home, Tommy."

Tommy nods. "Happily," he smiles and looks at Buck. For the fracture of a second, hunger flashes over his face but he quickly schools his expression. Buck saw it, though, and he revels in it. He cannot wait.

While Tommy hugs Maddie goodbye, Buck's mother appears right in front of Buck. Her facial expression is controlled but it is evident to both of her children that she has quite a lot to say.

"Can we talk?" Margaret asks, looking at Buck before she shoots Tommy an openly disdainful look. "In private."

"There’s no need to talk, mom," Buck says faking nonchalance.

Maddie eyes the scene for the fracture of a second, before she pats Tommy's arm, and quietly whispers, "Better take him outside right now if you want to enjoy the rest of the night."

Tommy doesn’t have to be told twice.

"Nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Buckley," he intervenes and introduces himself shortly but politely, "I don’t mean to be rude but the hospital staff wanted us out of the room about five minutes ago and to be frank, I really need a shower." Without missing a beat, he turns to Buck, "Ready to go?"

He offers a hand. Buck takes it in his and follows his lead without hesitation.

"Buck," Margaret hisses, but by the time his name leaves her lips, her son is already guided halfway out of the room by his boyfriend.

"Was that okay?" Tommy asks quietly once they are outside in the hallway.

"More than okay," Buck lets out a breath and tucks himself safely against Tommy's side.

Tommy eyes him curiously. "Did your mom just call you 'Buck'?" He asks as he pulls Buck closer.

Buck chuckles drily. "Yeah, I hate when my parents call me 'Evan'."

Tommy stops short and looks at him in shock. "I call you 'Evan' all the time!"

Buck smiles and nods. "I know," he says softly and gently pats Tommy's arm, "And I love it." Then he changes the subject. "Your place or mine? Or... you know, separate ways... I could call you an Uber."

Tommy shakes his head. "Back to the station first to get my stuff and then my place? Only if you want to, of course."

Buck wants to, of course.

When they finally turn to leave for good, Buck meets Bobby's eyes from across the hallway. There is a proud smile on Bobby's face as he sends them an approving nod. That is, in fact, all Buck needs.

#911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #tevan #kinley #bab writes

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nilefreemans · 10 days

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