Good Grief

It's a beach episode. For BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Twelve: A Day at the Beach. I'm from California, and I'm here to dispel the myth that our beaches are sunny and beautiful. Half of them are freezing, and that's where I'm putting these two. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary. This can also be read here on AO3.

“I don’t know how to feel about Northern California beaches,” Tommy decides, shrugging his shoulders up so his hoodie almost goes to his ears.

In their watching of old movies, Tommy had shown Evan The Birds, and then Evan had found out Bodega Bay is a real place and wanted to see it. It’s a cute, small town that really capitalizes on its claim to fame via endless souvenirs, but it’s also freezing even though it’s June.

“It’s like this in New England,” Evan says, snuggling up to him on their shared blanket. They’d opted to buy food and a bottle of wine from a small market up the highway before picking a spot on the beach to have lunch.

Despite the chill, there’s people running around and children making sandcastles and even a few surfers. There’s more than a few people in hoodie-and-trunks combos not unlike what Tommy and Evan are wearing.

Evan passes him the wine bottle, and Tommy takes a drink before digging into the impromptu cheeseboard they’d made. The wine is good, because they’re close to Napa, and they also discovered that a lot of local dairies exist in the area that make amazing cheeses.

“We should go to Napa,” Tommy suggests, looping an arm around Evan. “Spend a couple days going to wineries and pretending we know what the sommeliers are talking about. Did you ever see Sideways?”

“Nope, we can watch it tonight.” Evan steals back the wine and takes a long pull from it. “You know, I thought you’d stop trying to impress me once you locked me down.”

My dad was sorting through his wallet and the cat was interested in what he was doing so he started holding his cards down for the cat to sniff and explaining to him what they all were.

Highlights:

“This is a Costco card. You won’t need one of these until you’re older.”

“This a health insurance card. This where my mountain of pills come from.”

“This is a debit card. This lets me take money out of the bank. Money is not good for eating.”

ough to be a cat sleeping in a dandelion field. eepy sleepy

11/10 hysterical, no notes

The design is very human

bucktommy + hands

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One of my favorite tropes is character with a nasty toxic personality who tries very hard to do the right thing anyway

I like my protagonists sad, tired, bitter, fully convinced they will never get the recognition they deserve, but they still gotta get up in the morning and be a good person

Antique Victorian Memento Mori Skull Ring Gilt Silver and Enamel c1880's

bucktommy + limited color palette in gay & bi flag colors 🤗

Muir Woods, California

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Must not wake

There is an AU in which Tommy and Chimney are dating when Buck shows up and then Maddie shows up and Tommy and Chimney are trying to figure out how to break up with each other because they are both falling hard for the Buckley siblings

Tommy feels like his stomach is trying to wrench itself into a knot. Pacing up and down the length of the kitchen, he tries to find the words.

The thing is.

The thing is.

The thing is, he loves Howie. He does. He has loved Howie since the day Howie carried him out of the mall where Tommy most certainly would have died otherwise. They'd learned to grow together into their relationship, fuelled by their shared interests and, frankly, pretty damn good sex.

But now Evan has shown up at the 118. Two months since he started training the probie and for the past month and a half, Tommy can't stop fantasizing about pinning Evan to the nearest flat surface - horizontal, vertical, doesn't matter - and having his way with the younger man with the sunshine smile and the blue, blue eyes that sparkle with mischief one moment and are dewy with emotion the next.

If Evan were just another fuckboy, Tommy could have shaken off the crush, but Evan isn't just that, despite his sexcapades. He's actually very sweet and charming and interesting. His mind works in leaps and jumps, zigzagging or leapfrogging or occasionally catapulting from idea to idea. Tommy's never met anyone like that and he is captivated.

And he would never have done more than admire Evan and fantasize about him, if not for that night when neither of them could sleep.

Howie had been snoozing on his bunk and so Tommy and Evan went to the roof to escape the snoring in the firehouse. They'd stood close, arms pressed together against the midnight chill. Evan was still learning to accept the losses and learning to move forward; Tommy shared about the probie he'd lost way back in the Bad Old Days, before Bobby took over.

"I'm sorry you lost him," Evan had whispered, placing a hand on Tommy's forearm.

That was the moment Tommy should have stepped back. But he'd only sighed and turned, leaning his right arm against the rail and looking at Evan's soft, open expression. "I hope you never have to experience that," he'd said. "You're a good firefighter, Evan. I think you're meant for this."

That had made Evan's face light up. Tommy had smiled at having cheered him up.

And then.

And then Evan kissed him.

It was swift and soft and warm. Then Evan jerked back, eyes wide with shock, and he'd fled.

Leaving Tommy alone on the roof.

Tommy had frozen on the spot in disbelief, fingers to his lips.

He had wanted to kiss back.

some fandom disagreements are like "I see your point but I think this other aspect of the narrative is more significant," and some are like "I don't think you can read."

Look at this point a reasonably priced house is worth any amount of murding that might have happened in it