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BuckTommy Fic | M | 41,371 Words
Summary: They tried to tell him. They tried to warn him. He let his own inner voices be louder than the ones who were pleading with him to look at the damage he was causing. Then when he finally decides to listen… It's too late.
There is blood on his hands…
Tommy’s blood is on his hands…
Saw this post (and all the others of this gif) and thought…
Bucks first instinct being to check behind him (on the little sliver of bed behind him, mind you) for Tommy after he woke up and didn’t see him on his side of the bed 🙃🙃 did he fall asleep in Tommy’s arms? Was this a thing for them!?
I am unwell
They are seated on a blanket— Tommy’s favorite throw blanket he grabbed from the living room, in fact— next to a river. (Maybe that should have been Tommy’s first clue… he would never put a fleece blanket on the ground, it will take forever to get the grass and dirt and sticks out of it.) Evan leans in and kisses him, and any thoughts his mind might be having of the logicality of the happenings around him disappear. A hand is lifted up to his cheek, the thumb running gently over it, and he pulls back just enough their noses are still touching.
“Do I love you?” The question breaks the otherwise serene silence around them. Tommy blinks, unsure of why Evan is asking him the question as if he knows the answer, but then— “My God, if your love were a grain of sand… mine would be a universe of beaches.”
Well that was… poetic. He’s heard that before— where has he heard that before?
i have been tagged in many things by many people... I just have not been writing much. Until... well this
while the majority of the fandom is clowning about Buck and Tommy getting back together... I'm out here clowning about not starting a new wip before I finish another one... another MPREG wip at that!
A fun little edition of this game in honour of the first kiss-aversary!
Bonus question: sheets or no sheets 😏
Go forth and share with your friends!
"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place and circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break." —ancient Chinese proverb
@bucktommyanniversary -> Day 6: invisible string ✦ Day 7: beginnings
I'm never going to stop praising oliver and lou for their performance in the first kiss, it's truly one of the most beautiful first kisses I've seen on TV.
like, knowing lou had that much sensibility for buck that he wanted to change the original idea (a makeout) and turned it into that tender, perfect first kiss? makes me emotional. and the way oliver went about the scene? buck's initial reaction? the way we can see in his face how his world has been changed by tommy? and the tears building up in the end as he finally breathes, a changed man? it's all also tied together by their insane chemistry too (that has only gotten better in time).
I'm also not forgetting the director and cinematographer. lowe and sedillo did a fantastic job in the way they constructed this scene. how the characters start at opposite ends, behind an island and a table, and slowly make their way towards each other until they're chest to chest? the kiss being framed in a way that takes your breath away? truly a spectacular job on their part. it's a moment from the show I'll never, ever forget. I'm happy I got to live in a world where it happened.
My first BuckTommy fic I posted on 4/10/24 when I was a complete stranger to the 911 fandom, had no idea who any of these people were or how my life was about to change because of them. I remember coming onto tumblr on 4/04 and seeing everything in chaos and thinking ah good for them… passing a clip of the kiss and watching and then watching again and again and again like, huh this is so sweet maybe i should watch the show. Six days later I had to write something or my brain was going to claw itself out of my skull and write it itself… and now, well here I am!
BuckTommy | G | 696 words | ao3 link
In a perfect world Buck’s brain would clear as soon as Tommy closed the door.
My good darling. I love your fics and I cannot wait for more kinley beans. 1. The name is freaking cute. 2. Pregnant Tommy my beloved
my good anon! first off how dare you viciously attack my feelings like this!! Thank you so much <3<3
here take a lil ficlet from the totally uncertain to ever come to be continuation of this story and a token of my eternal gratitude!!!! <3 :)
“It’s feels fucking weird…” was Tommy’s immediate and honest response when Evan asked what it was like the first time he felt the babies move. Which… it did feel fucking weird. Forget the sweet butterfly flutters he was told about— this was some alien ready to burst free level flutters. Six sets of tiny feet and fists finally picking up on the fact they can flail around was bound to feel weird though…
And he absolutely adores it.
He will gladly take the weird— and soon to be (he's sure) discomfort— over phantom kicks turned to the heart wrenching forced reality when he would press his hand to a flat toned stomach and feel nothing… Alien flutters are the weirdest but best feeling he could imagine and he will cherish each and every one.
