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neverevan · 24 days
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It ain't no lie, baby, bi bi bi ♫
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buckttommy · 19 days
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I need buck to be in danger and tommy running into the danger to get buck out safely. I need tommy to hold bucks face in his hands and tell him that he needs to look at him and tell him what hurts. I need tommy to be a worried boyfriend
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"I'm okay."
Evan doesn't actually know if he's okay. His head throbs, for one, his vision blurring around the edges. He's not entirely convinced he doesn't have a concussion, and his ribs spit fire whenever he so much as tries to inhale. His arm—the one that's not currently attached to the hand that's gripping Tommy's wrist like he's scared he'll float away—is broken, or at least he thinks it is, and he's got a bunch of other scrapes and bruises that'll give him hell in the morning.
So maybe he's not okay (and judging by the way that Hen glares at him in his peripheral vision, maybe is starting to look like definitely), but he's not dying.
That's all that matters.
Tommy swallows tightly. His right hand clenches and unclenches at his side like he's trying to keep himself from reaching out to touch, and it seems like he's losing the battle. Evan appreciates the respect, appreciates the acknowledgement that he's not out even in a situation as dire and terrifying as this one, but it's a particular sort of agony to watch Tommy fight his instinct. Evan just doesn't know which one of them it's hurting more.
Tommy clears his throat. "When Chimney called and said that—that you were hurt..."
"I know." Evan has been on the receiving end of a call like that more than once. The corner of his mouth lifts into a small, fragile smile that sends more blood spilling down his face. "I'm sorry I freaked you out. I didn't mean to do that to you."
He doesn't mention that he, too, was also freaked out. Not because he thinks Tommy can't take it or doesn't want to hear it, but because he doesn't know how to say it without having the whole situation feel abruptly, horrifyingly real.
When the building came down, all he saw was rebar and ash and cement, and if he's honest, he's still not sure how he made it out of there. Still not sure whether it was pure survival instinct that had him clawing out of that air pocket or whether some benevolent god reached down and gave him a helping hand. Either way, he's not complaining. He knows what it's like to be the one waiting for information, to think you're about to live the worst day of your life.
He's glad he didn't do that to Tommy.
This time.
Tommy's eyes rove over his face, his body, like he's trying to catalogue for himself all the places in which Evan is broken. He loses the fight against his hand and gently grabs Evan's jaw, tilting his face toward the flashing lights of the ambulance. He clucks his tongue and drags his thumb along the edge of a gash scored across his cheekbone.
"You're going to need stitches on that."
"I know, I know. Just—" Evan sways on his feet. He's tired, suddenly, the adrenaline passing and fear taking roots in it's place. "I thought I was going to die today."
Tommy makes a wounded noise in the back of his throat. "Evan."
"No. I know. It's just that—if I hadn't somehow ended up in that little pocket of space, I-I would have been dead. And I know that's the job. You know? It's—it's what we both signed up for." He rocks forward on his feet, partially fueled by fatigue, partially fueled by this desperate fucking need to be back in the comfort of his boyfriend's orbit. "But I'm just really—I'm really glad I get to come home to you again."
Tommy's face softens. "Oh, sweetheart."
Evan's boyfriend is massive. It's one of the things he loves most about him. Tommy can (and has) manhandled him with ease countless times before. But the way he touches him now, careful of all his broken parts, is so gentle that Evan almost feels like crying. He melts into the warmth of his embrace as he feels Tommy's nose press into the soft hairs at his temple, followed by a quick brush of his lips.
"I'm glad you get to come home at all. I—god. You have no idea, Evan. You just don't know." He huffs a laugh that's not really a laugh at all and holds him slightly tighter. "I know it's the job, like you said, and I never really minded when it was me running into burning buildings. But now it's you, and—" he pauses. Swallows. "Well. It's not really as fun from this side of things."
"Says the guy who flies helicopters into hurricanes for a living."
Tommy's laugh is actually more of a laugh that time. Something eases in Evan's chest. He tips his chin to look at him.
They're standing far too closely, far too intimately to be considered casual. He's not out to anyone at the station except his family, and he can feel curious eyes roving over them every now and again.
But Tommy is shaking.
It's a small tremble wracking his body, clearly suppressed (or at least trying to be), but it's there and it's breaking Evan's heart to pieces.
Maybe it's that that gives him the courage. Or maybe it's the fact that he almost died. Or maybe it's the fact that Tommy smells like his laundry detergent and, this close Evan can see the edge of the hickey he left beneath his collarbone, or maybe (most likely) it's all of those things. But before he can think about it, before he can stop himself, Evan is murmuring,
"Can I kiss you?"
Tommy's eyebrows raise to his hairline. His gaze darts around, but they're tucked away from the largest portion of the crowd of first responders that arrived at the structure fire. The only person that's even sort of nearby is Hen, and she's so obviously giving them privacy that Evan wants to hug her a little bit.
Later.
Right now, he just wants to kiss.
Tommy frowns. "Are you sure? I mean. Yes. You can. I always want to kiss you but you're not out."
This is true. Evan considers this for a moment and decides that, right now, he doesn't care. Everyone he cares about already knows he's bisexual and they love him regardless, have loved him all this time.
He doesn't give a shit about anyone else.
"We don't have to," he says after a moment. "But I'm tired. And everything hurts. And when I was under there, all I could think about was—was you and getting back to you and kissing you, and so I—"
He's cut off by the feel of Tommy's mouth on his, tension gliding from his shoulders as their lips slot together.
Finally.
This is what he's been needing ever since he emerged from the rubble. Ever since Hen dragged him to the ambulance and sat him down to tend to his wounds. Ever since Chimney told him he called Tommy to let him know what happened.
This is what he's been missing.
Tommy's heartbeat jackrabbits against his chest.
It's an odd thing to be able to feel someone's heartbeat, to be pressed so close together that you can literally feel the thing that's keeping them alive. Evan has never felt anything more sacred, he thinks, and the fact that this heart—this beautiful fucking heart—beats a litany of fear for him through Tommy's veins is overwhelming.
Humbling.
He adores this man.
He lets go of Tommy's wrist and slides his hand up until it rests over Tommy's heart, and then he waits and waits and waits until the beat starts to slow down. Until Tommy exhales a sigh against the side of his face.
There it is, that's what he was waiting for.
Tommy pulls back first, far enough to press their foreheads together.
"You need to go to a hospital," he murmurs.
"Later."
"No, now." His laughter is soft. "Hen is glaring daggers at me. I can't be sure, but I'm fairly certain she's about to pry you out of my arms and strap you to the gurney herself."
Evan snorts. Yeah, that sounds like Hen.
He takes a step back out of the warm circle of Tommy's arms. A bout of vertigo nearly knocks him off his feet, but then Tommy is there once again, holding him up.
Evan's own heart beats just a little bit faster.
Together, they walk over to the back of the ambulance, Tommy helping him get settled on the gurney once they get there.
Evan meets his eyes. "Come visit me in the hospital?"
"Visit you? I'll be right behind."
Tommy presses a kiss to the back of his hand, and this time when the vertigo hits again, he's not entirely sure it's just because of his injuries.
He's never felt so adored, so treasured before. It's intoxicating.
Tommy looks over his shoulder, his face earnest. "I know I don't have to ask, but please take care of him."
Hen's voice is immensely fond. "Relax, Kinard. He's in good hands."
Tommy nods. He meets his gaze again and then holds it until the ambulance doors close. It's only when Evan leans back that he remembers, oh, right. Everything does kind of hurt after all.
Definitely not okay, then.
"Ow."
"Yeah, I know." Hen's voice is still soft. She fusses about the back of the ambulance, plying him with bandages and medicine and whatever the hell else she's doing. He's not entirely sure. Reality is starting to slip away. Her face appears in his field of vision. "We'll be at the hospital soon. Close your eyes."
"Tommy?"
"Buck, I'm pretty sure not even a natural disaster could keep that man from being at your side." Her tone is teasing, but she's sincere. Something warm settles in his chest even as his eyelids drift closed. "Rest. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you can see him."
Evan's not sure about that logic but he's too weary to question it. He closes his eyes anyway, lets the rock of the ambulance lull him into a relative sense of peace, and he falls asleep imagining the warmth of Tommy's body beside him.
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tangledinink · 9 months
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🕊️🐢 :D I
WAILS!!! LOOKIT MY PRETTY BOY!??!?! ; 0 ; I LOVE HIM TY
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sorsabruh · 4 months
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HE'S SO.... AAAAAAAAAA
(NEVER struggled with a pose so much before oh ma lord..😭😭)
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figscigfigs · 4 months
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everyone else is freaking out about the big thing that happens to fig this season right??? everyone else is freaking out about the possibility that there would have been no fig this season right???? everyone else is freaking out about the fact that emily was so happy with figayda and fig’s sophomore year that she wanted that to just be fig's ending bc it was so perfect… right???? everyone else is freaking out about how joyful junior year sounds…… right?!?!?!?!?!
EVERYONE ELSE IS FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE INTERVIEW AND EMILY AXFORD AND JUNIOR YEAR…… RIGHT?!?!!?!?!?!?!!?
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mintkookiess · 10 months
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You and Miles lay beside each other on his bed, sharing earphones to listen to music. It was a normal afternoon after your classes and this had become your routine together even back when you were both just friends. 
As the music blasted from your earphones, you began to sing along in a hushed tone, bobbing your head up and down to the beat. Little did you know that your boyfriend Miles was glancing at you, watching you sing with a small smile on his lips. Suddenly, he interrupts your singing, surprising you with a tiny quick kiss.
 "Hey, I was singing!" You laughed, slapping his shoulder playfully. He only smiled even more at your words, leaning closer to your face, "I'm sorry, you just look so pretty." You couldn't help but roll your eyes though you returned his kiss as well, making the boy's eyes glisten in delight. 
You laid back down and continued to sing, but someone had other plans today. Miles laughed before pulling you close against him with his arm around your waist. He couldn't help himself and ended up kissing you once more, muffling your singing.
"Okay, you gotta stop cutting me off when I sing." You pouted to which he only replies with, "You gotta stop being cute then." Before he went in for another kiss, obviously not sorry in the least for being so affectionate. 
"You're lucky I can't resist you." You huffed, kissing him back nevertheless. "But you love it~" He teased, placing another kiss but a little bit more aggressive than the last. "So, are you going to keep singing or can we make out now?" 
You suddenly laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. But then again, you could never say no to Miles when he was being like this. "Fine fine." You replied, and that was all it took for him to lean back on you, kissing you passionately and deeply.
You returned the kiss in delight as you both still listened to music through the earphones, but that was not important right now. You found yourself wrapping your hand around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
Miles couldn't help but smile at how easy it felt to kiss you as if he'd been doing it for years. He slowly pulled away, just taking a minute to really look into your eyes, his smile soft and warm, before slowly leaning in for another kiss.
However, the two of you jolt in surprise as the door opened to reveal Miles' dad. "Huh? W-What is it Dad?” Miles looks to his side, before quickly pulling away from you, trying to look as innocent as he possibly could. "What's up with you?" He asked further.
"What are you two doing?" His dad, Jefferson asked, looking between his son and you. "We were just uh. Cuddling." Miles played dumb, but it wasn't entirely untrue, and also not the full story. He looked at you with clear nervousness on his face.
You gave Miles a slight nod, "Y-Yeah Mr. Morales, we were um, resting from schoolwork." You said with an innocent smile, praying internally that his dad would believe you. Jeff narrowed his eyes, "I'm watching the both of you."
Miles rolled his eyes once his father left and closed his door behind him. As soon as that door was closed though, he was quick to pull you up, not wasting any time in kissing you before pinning you against the wall, his hands running along your waist.
"Miles, your dad could still be on the other side of the door!" You scolded with a little panicked tone in between his kisses. Miles only laughed and gave you another kiss. "I doubt he is. Besides, what would he do if he found us anyway?" He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling him even closer to you.
"What am I going to do with you?" You smiled, shaking your head as your arms wrapped around his neck. You gave up and pushed yourself up to meet his lips. "You love me like this." He muttered against your lips. Miles nuzzled against your ear, his mind going on about how he was so lucky to have you that he didn't care if his parents saw him being this affectionate with you. 
Fin.
More of my Miles content here babes!
(if yall wanna be on my taglist feel free to let me know!)
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hamartia-grander · 1 month
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Whenever someone tells me I have good takes on a character/media I gain 10 years to my lifespan
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dizscreams · 1 year
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THE WAY IM IN LOVE BRO I CAAANT DO THIS
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tangerisms · 6 months
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oh my god im unwell
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gingernut1314 · 2 months
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AHHHHHHH!!!!
OUT HERE MAKING ME FEEL ALL SORTS OF WAYS!
I--I love him 🥹
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chrisbangs · 11 months
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verkomy · 10 months
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bought lego the hobbit on steam sale today and it gives me so much joy? like you're telling I get to relive the story by playing it?? sign me up because THIS is what I call fun
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crazylittlejester · 25 days
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Uhhhh, here you go. Have a Wars. <3
was definitely not thinking about your fics the entire time I was drawing this :)
OH MY GOD THIS LOOKS AMAZING!!!! THANK YOU I LOVE HIM!! 😭
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ilsaethan · 1 year
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it's all in the details :')
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jackshiccup · 21 days
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Hi! The book you did for otnwas is SO BEAUTIFUL!! I was wondering if you have any tutorials on how do to your own book binding? I would love to turn my fave fanfics into real life books :DD
aww thank u so much !! i actually collated a few resources for my friends about bookbinding so u r in luck ⭐:)
but before all that, i want to mention the most important thing and it is to always get the permission of the author of the fic you're wanting to bind first and to never print any art related or not to that fic without the artist's permission !!!!! let's keep it respectful in these streets yeah? BUT printing your own art though.. that's a slay 🤞🏽
ok hehe to the fun stuff yippeeeee
bookbinding tools & materials (beginner friendly) - super helpful + in depth, i recommend starting with this one to really get a good idea of the entire process (she specializes in journals though so it doesn't include printing process or anything like that!)
14 helpful hints before getting started - very very useful hacks that will probably save you a lot of mistakes in the long run, also i love this man (one thing i have to mention though is that paper grain is not entirely important unless you're looking for a more advanced bind)
how to bind fanfic tiktok series - this is a good one that has a step by step guide which includes the typesetting + printing process
tutorial focused videos
DIY book press - very useful + efficient, but if you can't be bothered to make this (like me oops) you can just use really heavy books or weights
DIY binding cradle - essential tool to punch holes in your signatures, honestly saved me money and also my life, once again i love this man where would i be without this tutorial
french link stitch - easy to follow, has some good sewing tips too!
weaver’s knot - important hack, you don't want your thread to be too long when sewing it's a nightmare
hardcover case binding - good tutorial on hardcover but this one is flatback - it's still fine to follow though if you switch the spine to card stock to give it more flexibility especially if it's a thick book
whew, sorry for the long ask i hope this is helpful enough ;; another important thing is to be patient and have fun !! try to enjoy the process especially bc it takes SO long but trust it's very worth it <3 there's also a lot of materials and tools so pick whichever is the most accessible to you ok byeeee
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yael-things · 5 months
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doodles based on "Are You That Light?" by milfhunter24 on ao3. oouuuuughh this fic is SO. GOOD. READ IT NOW FUGIO ENJOYERS!!!
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