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a lil moment from my first bucktommy / tevan fic while i'm still fleshing out the rest of the fic ty byeeee
“Any particular reason you’re asking for documentaries? There’s plenty of happy gay rom-coms, but reality tends to be a little more depressing.”
Buck shrugs, even though Tommy can’t see him. He wedges the phone beneath his ear and heads over towards the fridge, pulling out a beer and twisting off the top.
“I just like documentaries. I usually fall asleep at actual movies.”
“Oh, no,” says Tommy, suddenly deathly serious.
Buck’s stomach sinks. “What?”
And Tommy replies, “I think I’ve just found the first serious flaw in this relationship, Evan. My favourite movie is Love, Actually.”
It takes a second for Buck’s brain to catch up with the fact that Tommy hasn’t, like, actually walked into a disaster on the other end of the phone, or found out something horrible about Buck that will make him dump him and hate him forever. Tommy’s joking. Tommy’s a secret goofball, Buck is quickly learning. He barks out a laugh before he can help it.
“Well damn, Tommy, maybe it’s just not meant to be,” he teases, but he’s pretty sure even Tommy can hear how fond he sounds down the phone. Is it pathetic? Tommy doesn’t seem to be judging, but Buck can’t help but think about how Tommy’s an experienced, out gay man who’s nearly a decade older than him — he’s probably not used to dealing with juvenile crushes. And Buck has such a dumb crush on him right now that it's becoming embarassing.
“I guess I’ll just have to think of ways to motivate you to stay awake when we watch it,” Tommy says, in that low, slow, flirty tone of voice Buck is becoming so swiftly familiar with.
Buck’s stomach erupts into confetti.
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"Firepilot seems generic, like a kid game. Fireflight it's too much like our fight of flight response *smile and little giggle*"
LOU FERRIGNO JR YOU'RE SOMETHING ELSE.
P.s. KINLEY NATION LET'S GO
#think imma start using that for personal tagging starting NOW#kinley#911 abc#lou ferrigno jr#bucktommy
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WHAT? WHAT?
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LOL HEN'S FACE
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Stay Strong, Camp Kinley
A lot of hardliner posts seem to be focusing on the fact that Lou isn't in episodes 7 or 8 viewing that as a sign that he's gone. The fact is episode 7 begins a 4-episode Bobby-centered arc and it makes perfect sense that serious Bobby episodes wouldn't fit well with a romcom b-story. Also, the Decider article clearly states that Oliver hadn't even read a script past Episode 7 during the interview, but was speculating about love being in the air for the end of the season. A big romantic reveal in episode 6 followed by nothing would just be bad storytelling and isn't consistent with any of the messaging we've been getting. It will be a while, but I'm betting that there's more Tommy to come at least through the end of the season and maybe beyond.
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buck and tommy kissed three weeks ago today evan buckley was confirmed bisexual three weeks ago today and my life has not been the same since
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I'm surprised how many people think that Tommy not appearing in 7x07 or 7x08 means the story is over? Recurring love interests for the main cast are never in every episode, and I think it's pretty clear that these are Bobby-centric episodes. I would love it if Buck mentions Tommy in them (maybe a small discussion with Bobby or Hen or Chim? Or Buck mentioning Tommy on a call? Fingers crossed), and I'm certainly hoping Tommy is back for 7x09 and/or 7x10 - but nothing in the press that's been released makes me think that 7x06 is the end of Buck and Tommy's relationship, even if the initial arc is over.
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ngl... lowkey gaydreaming about Tommy rolling up to save the day, dropping off Chim, and then real cool and casual (because lbr that's just how Tommy is apparently? like so fucking chill in the face of... *waves hand*... everything?) just walking over to Buck (who's enamored af) grabbing his lil awed face, 'Hey, baby. Sorry I'm late.' and kissing him on his lil kissable face. Buck flushes and ducks his head. Someone clears their throat and reminds him they aren’t alone. 'Oh, uh, Mom, Dad, Maddie? This is Tommy.' 😊
#YEAH#cant wait for the full circle chimney saved tommy now tommy saves chimney of it all 🤞🤞🤞#911 spoilers#911 abc#bucktommy
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@bucktommyweek Prompt: Day One - Alternate first meeting
Rating: Teen and up
Summary: Based on this other prompt - “You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good.”
Notes: for #bucktommyweekend
The first inkling Tommy Kinard has that something’s wrong is when Matilda doesn’t come greet him at the front door. She's usually there as soon as the door opens, winding herself around his legs purring loudly
He steps into his apartment, tossing his keys on the kitchen counter as he cranes his neck in search of his cat.
That’s when he gets an eyeful of his second clue that his day’s gonna be off to a weird start.
There’s a half-naked man sprawled out across his couch, snoring softly. Matilda, the traitorous little fur ball, is curled up on the man’s lap, tail wrapped around her body. She opens her eyes but doesn’t lift her head, watching as Tommy creeps forward.
For a moment, all he can do is stare. Because this is weird, right? Even by LA standards. Tommy allows himself some time to take in the stranger’s appearance. By his guess, the stranger could be about his height, but isn’t quite as broad. Despite his large frame, his features are boyish, with a birthmark at the corner of his right eye and above his brow and his mouth softened in sleep. His sandy blond hair is a mess, almost as though someone had been running their hands through it. That combined with the missing shirt—Tommy doesn’t allow his gaze to linger on the tattoo on his left pec—and Tommy can’t help but wonder if there’s another half-naked stranger in his apartment somewhere.
It’s been a long night, and an even longer shift at the 127. The whole drive home, all he’d been able to think about was snuggling Matilda, and then falling face first into bed and crashing for the rest of the day. This stranger has robbed him of both those things.
“Hey.” Tommy inches forward and pokes the man in the shoulder. A loud snore is all he gets in response. He frowns and rubs a hand over his face before trying again, poking him harder this time.
“C’mon, wake up.”
“Wha’?” The stranger jerks awake, sitting upright so quickly that he almost head butts Tommy in the face. It's only reflexes honed from years of Muay Thai that save him from a broken nose. Bright impossibly blue eyes blink at him in confusion. Somehow, the man hasn’t disturbed Matilda at all, and she rests her chin on her little paws and watches the standoff through a half-lidded gaze.
“Who’re you?” the stranger asks in a sleep roughened voice.
Tommy straightens to his full height, suddenly indignant.
“Who’m I? I’m the guy whose apartment you broke into,” he snaps.
The stranger squints at him before his expression breaks into a broad, still somewhat tipsy, grin. Tommy does his best not to notice how it brightens up the guy’s whole face.
“Nah.”
Jesus Christ.
Tommy draws in a deep breath through his mouth before releasing it slowly out his mouth. Grace, he reminds himself. It’s important to always extend grace to others, even when they don’t deserve it. Even when they’re intruding on his very limited free time.
“What’s your name?”
“Ev—Buck.”
“Evbuck?”
The beautiful dimwit blinks up at Tommy, clearly baffled. He slowly lowers himself down onto his elbows—Tommy is about to warn him not to get too comfortable—and shakes his head.
“My name’s Evan. Friends call me Buck.”
Well, Tommy sure as hell isn’t this guy’s friend.
“Okay, so. Evan. You broke into my home.”
This doesn’t seem to sink in any better than it did the first time. Evan frowns at him, then glances down at Matilda. She blinks placidly back at him.
“You’re Chimney’s roommate?”
Now it’s Tommy’s turn to be confused. Is Evan simply drunk, or is he having some sort of seizure? Tommy belatedly wonders if he shouldn’t just call 911 and be done with it. This entire conversation is giving him a headache.
But Evan has apparently used the brief silence to fill in some blanks in his mind. Only, he apparently spells like a toddler, judging by the way his shoulders abruptly sag in relief.
“Man, I guess Chimney didn’t tell you I was coming.” He flops back down onto the couch, the picture of ease as he beams up at Tommy. “I’m really sorry about that. He said I could—”
“What the—who is…” Tommy takes another deep breath. It doesn’t help, so he counts to ten before saying in as calm a voice as he can manage, “Evan. Are you on drugs?”
Now Evan looks offended. Good.
“No.” A beat. “I’m just a little drunk. But,” he adds, when Tommy opens his mouth to speak, “not so drunk that I can’t read… this.” He rummages around in the back pocket of his jeans, having to arch his back and lift his hips off the couch to do so and.
Is Tommy having some kind of Freudian nightmare? Is that what this is? Did he just crash on one of the bunks in the station and this is all just a figment of his overtired imagination? Is he gonna have to pinch himself?
But no, there's no time for that. He watches as Evan pulls a worn little square of paper from his pocket and waves it under Tommy’s nose triumphantly. Tommy snatches it out of his hand to peer at it.
Jesus, no wonder the kid had gotten lost. Tommy looks down at the chicken scratch on the bit of paper, practically illegible even in the early morning light. Tommy’s eyes narrow.
“What’d you say your friend’s name is?”
“Chimney,” Evan replies promptly, as though that’s at all helpful.
“The name on his birth certificate,” he clarifies through clenched teeth. Tommy can practically feel his eye twitching.
“How the hell am I s’posed to know?” Evan’s voice rises slightly in exasperation. “He just said—Ow!”
Tommy jumps, the piece of paper fluttering from his hands to the floor as Evan lets out a loud yelp. It’s easy to guess the source of his sudden discomfort. Matilda, who’d been handling the situation a whole lot better than Tommy, had seemingly lost her patience with the way Evan kept shifting around beneath her and stuck her tiny, needle-like claws through his jeans in an effort to keep him still. Evan stares down at her, eyes wide, big body motionless.
And. It’s stupid. Utterly ridiculous. This stupid man had broken into Tommy’s apartment and stolen his cat’s affection. But even though Tommy knows first hand how much those claws hurt, Evan makes no move to push Matilda away or retaliate. And just like that, Tommy feels most of his irritation slipping away. He lets out a gusty sigh and drops down into the loveseat opposite Evan.
“Okay, let’s try to figure this out,” he says, trying to be reasonable. “I’m telling you that you’re in the wrong apartment. No one by the name of Chimney,” Tommy pulls a face, “lives here.” Evan looks like he’s about to argue, so Tommy continues hurriedly, “I also don’t believe that you’re some kind of weirdo who just breaks into people’s homes so you can sleep on their couches.”
“Good. ‘Cause I’m not.”
“Right. Glad to hear it.” They stare at each other for a moment; Evan is definitely pouting. Tommy forces himself to concentrate on the matter at hand. “So this leaves us with a third option: this was all just a big mixup. Which, given your friend’s handwriting, isn’t surprising. So. No harm, no foul.”
“You’re not gonna call the cops?” Evan asks in a small voice.
“I was tempted for a minute.” Tommy looks back over at where his cat is kneading at Evan’s thighs in an effort to make herself comfortable. Evan winces but makes no move to stop her. “But Matilda’s the boss around here, and she seems to like you.”
Evan follows the direction of his gaze and smiles. It’s soft and sweet and Tommy really needs to go to bed. He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and starts swiping through his apps.
"Uh..."
"Relax," Tommy says without looking up. "I'm getting you an uber."
"Thanks, that really nice—" He stops, and the abrupt silence grabs Tommy's attention, worried that Matilda's somehow managed to draw blood. He glances at Evan, only to find the other man looking at him thoughtfully.
"What?"
"You never told me your name."
Oh. It's strange but he feels a flutter of something like nerves for the first time since finding Evan passed out on his couch. He glances down briefly before forcing himself to get it together.
"Tommy. My name's Tommy."
And dear God, what was it with this guy and his smile? Tommy's too old to be getting flustered by some pretty boy and his fucking dimples. He clears his throat and quickly looks away again.
"Well. Evan. It's been nice meeting you. But I think it might be time for you to go."
"Yeah." Evan's smile dims slightly. He seems to shake it off, though, as he turns his attention to Matilda. With one big, gentle hand, he reaches down to scratch under her chin. Tommy can hear her purring from here. "Sorry, babe, but I go," he tells her with a grin. She pushes her face against his hand, demanding that he keep it up, and Tommy has never before been envious of a cat. "But I promise, I'll always remember our time together."
He's so stupid. And adorable. And Tommy needs him to find his shirt, stat.
It takes some coaxing—and Tommy going to the kitchen for some treats—to get Matilda off Evan's lap. Tommy does his best not to stare as the other man gets off the couch and stretches lazily. The flex of his muscles is obscene and Tommy can't help the way his eyes dip to where the happy trail disappears beneath Evan's jeans.
Shit.
Tommy feels his face burning as he rips his gaze away, looking up just in time to catch Evan's little smirk. He can feel his cheeks burning and he pointedly turns his back as Evan pulls his shirt on over his head.
Together they walk to the front door, and the silence feels kinda awkward. A sudden thought occurs to him.
"Hey. How'd you even get in?"
"Huh? Oh." Now it's Evan's turn to blush, and he ducks his head. "I, uh, I came in through the window."
"We're on the third floor."
"Yeah." Evan scratches the back of his neck, expression sheepish. "I wasn't thinking too clearly. But still," he peeks up at Tommy from beneath his lashes, "pretty impressive, right?"
Is he... flirting right now?
But there's this incorrigible grin on Evan's face, impossible to resist, and Tommy can't help smiling back at him.
"Yeah. Pretty impressive."
Tommy's phone buzzes, a notification that the uber's just around the corner. He can't help but feel a pang of disappointment.
"Hey, can I—?" He looks up to find Evan looking slightly nervous. Tommy's expecting a request to use the bathroom but, instead, Evan surprises him.
"Can I have your number?"
"My number?" Tommy scrambles to cover his astonishment and tries for teasing as he asks, "Why, d'you wanna call ahead the next time you break in?"
"No. I wanna take you out for dinner. Or, y'know, maybe for breakfast." Evan's got this cocky smirk on his face, but there's a hint of vulnerability there too.
This is a terrible idea.
That knowledge doesn't stop him from giving Evan his number and watching as he disappears down the hallway and into the elevator.
This was really not how Tommy had expected his morning to go.
But he can't say he minds.
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Sooo Buck calls Tommy his boyfriend confirmed?
Big dramatic kiss AND a “boyfriend?”
In mourning about not getting Buck coming out to Bobby though. 😔
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that interview was great as always however no tommy in ep 7 or 8 means i WILL be in mourning for the foreseeable future please respect me in this trying time
#911 abc#3 weeks midseason hiatus was here so we would be prepared for another 3 seasons without tommy ✌️😔#911 spoilers
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tommys gonna save chimney and buck is gonna immediately stick his tongue down his throat in front of god and margaret buckley in gratitude huh
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in the right place
@bucktommyweek Prompt: Alternate First Meeting
What if Tommy never left the 118?
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The laughter around the table never failed to make Tommy smile as he ate.
These moments with the 118 had only just started to become the norm when he had applied for his transfer to Harbor. But, thankfully, that transfer had fallen through at the last minute and Bobby had agreed to keep him on for at least another year as he reapplied. And while becoming a pilot for the LAFD was Tommy’s dream, he was glad for the extra time spent with the 118 and its new dynamic.
The firehouse under Captain Gerrard was very much a thing of the past, now, and Tommy was glad that he was able to see the 118 become what it was today from the inside, rather than the outside looking in. It had become a family.
To which a new member was set to join today.
Everyone was in high spirits as they ate lunch, waiting for the new Probie to turn up.
Tommy spun his spaghetti onto his fork, humming in agreement to whatever Hen had just said as he ate it. He looked up from his plate as he chewed, and spotted a kid bounding his way across the walkway towards them.
He nudged Howie in the side with his elbow.
“Cap,” Howie relayed, his own mouth also still stuffed with pasta. Tommy rolled his eyes at him and Howie shot him a muffled What? before taking another bite with a smirk.
“Uh… Hi!” The kid greeted with a nervous little wave as he came to a stop, “I’m Evan Buckley? New recruit. I was told to report to Captain Nash…”
The table fell silent as the prank they’d planned for this moment got underway.
Bobby tilted his head to the side in believable mock confusion at Evan’s words, before turning to everyone at the table. Tommy had to take another bite of food to stop himself from either speaking up in the kid’s defense, or laughing at his expense.
“You know a Captain Nash?” Bobby asked Howie, who, dramatically, shook his head, obviously trying not to laugh himself, “You?” Bobby asked Hen, who did a much more convincing head shake her face a mask of confusion.
“You?” Bobby finally asked Tommy. He swallowed his pasta, and his laughter, as he shook his head.
“Nope,” He answered with a shrug, lips threatening to quirk.
“Uh…” Evan started, his eyes widening and his fingers fidgeting with the strap of his bag. “Um…”
Finally Cap let him out of his misery with a smile, pulling the empty seat at his side out from the table.
“Take a seat, Evan,” He said, and finally Tommy could let his laugh free.
It came out louder than he expected, a full body laugh instead of the chuckle he’d been anticipating, but Evan had just looked so incredibly adorable with the dear in headlights look in his blue eyes, with the nervous fidgeting belied by a smile, with the way he jumped at the sound of Tommy’s laughter before laughing along with everyone else. A giant grin spread across Evan’s face, a flush gracing his cheeks and he ducked his head as he sat in the offered seat.
“Thanks,” Evan said before looking around at the plethora of plates on the table, then at everyone sitting around him. His blue eyes met Tommy’s and Tommy felt his heart literally skip a beat in his chest as that grin was turned in his direction.
“This is amazing,” Evan gushed, turning away from Tommy and beginning to load his plate, “Is it always like this?”
“Always,” Hen agreed, sharing a smile with Tommy and Howie. Tommy smiled back at her with a nod, while Howie swallowed his pasta.
“Well,” He added, “When Bobby’s in the Captain’s chair, anyway.”
Evan smiled, ducking his head again as if trying to hide the look of disbelief that flashed across his face.
“Think I might be in the right place,” He said, mostly to himself, and begun to dig into his plate of spaghetti.
Tommy diverted his eyes from Evan, finally, and spun his spaghetti onto his fork, willing his heart rate to even out. He could feel Hen’s eyes on him from across the table and he risked a glance towards her.
She was looking at him with contemplation in her eyes, the look eerily similar to the one she got when she had just figured out some confusing medical emergency. Tommy raised his eyebrows at her in the universal signal for what? and she looked between himself and Evan before raising her own in return. Tommy felt his cheeks start to heat, as he took another bite of pasta and broke eye contact with Hen.
Fuck.
He’d had a plan. He was going to leave the 118, start anew someplace else, and finally stop lying to everyone around him, the way he had finally stopped lying to himself. He had decided it would be easier to be open with new people who didn’t really know him before; someplace he didn’t have a history.
But then his transfer had fallen through, and he’d had to add an extra year or so onto the timeline he’d set himself.
But maybe this was the Universe’s way of making sure he stuck to that timeline, regardless. This kid’s adorable awkward confidence and Tommy’s apparent inability to mask his reaction to it was going to be the thing to out him. He could feel it in the flush of his cheeks and the beating of his heart, in the smile he couldn’t seem to drop as Evan began his next sentence with Did you know..?
He looked back up from his plate, and over to Evan again, letting his macho mask fall as Evan’s face lit into an excited smile at one of Chimney’s dramatized stories of their saves.
Tommy wondered if, maybe, he was in the right place too.
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Ok but I NEED Tommy and Maddie to be besties, alright?
I need him to go to her when he needs advice on how to handle xyz with Buck.
And I need Maddie to show up to either Buck's place or Tommy's because they have a weekly, "stupid shit our 118 significant other does on and off shift" and one time when Maddie visits, Buck is still there. And he's like, "Maddie... I have a shift today."
And she's just like, "I know, why do you think I'm here?"
She pushes past him and starts setting up the coffees and muffins she brought for her and Tommy.
I just really want Tommy to be accepted and adored by her, especially because based on the backstory Lou has determined for his character, it would mean so much to him. 🩵
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Castiel smiting a demon.
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