By Pia Hinz

As usual my idle thoughts have turned into another fic.

Saturday

"What are you doing Saturday?" he asks, even though Evan has been not-quite-yelling at him while Tommy tries to fly a fucking helicopter. He's been going for almost four minutes straight. Tommy's pretty certain he's listing off the things he never told Tommy he was pissed off about in reverse sequential order from "Thanks, it was fun." back. He's barely past "Basketball tickets, Tommy? Basketball? In six months, I played basketball badly with you once and then spent every Lakers game we watched elbow deep in a subreddit about moths or something!"

Evan pauses. Blinks at the question. It's the first moment Tommy's been able to hear the rotors working in at least nine and a half minutes, back before he started to argue back.

"I'm free," he says, and Tommy thinks of the first time he'd ever asked, nerves propelling him out the door with finger guns, the tapping foot all the way down the elevator while he ran the words back and forth in his head over and over again, the way he kept randomly smiling the entire drive home to grab his work bag. So you're free, he'd asked, and he hadn't understood the significance of Evan's response until days later, until he'd done his first of many runners, how I am free, meant so much more than available for dinner and a movie on Saturday at 8.

tommy + finger guns (inspo)

Buck & Hen 9-1-1, S1-S8

911 gif meme: [5/6] Characters ☆ Evan "Buck" Buckley “It's because I have spent my entire life feeling like a constant disappointment. You think my job is dangerous? I have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you."

these are giving:

Tidbit Tuesday

I was tagged by @trombonechurchill!

This was already written, but I was busy today. So have some more Evan Buckley Trauma from Popstar!au.

Trigger warning for physical assault, and general stalker/unhinged fan behavior.

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As Evelyn screams, so does everyone else. They’re in a back hallway, and it’s crowded. People respond instinctively to surprise, its base human nature to scream back at a scream. The next person in line is a young girl. She’s 15 at most, with acne on her face and carefully applied eyeliner. As Evelyn’s hands start to claw at Buck’s chest, the girl reaches out with a stutter stop of her arms. She looks horrified.

“Buck” Evelyn’s voice pitches to a shriek, “I need you.”

wip wednesday

thanks for the tag @cecilyv 😘

passing along the tag to @hyperfocusthusly, @peapodbond, @scrollgirl and @bucktommyyendgame

i am currently mariah carey sunglasses i don't know her dot gif at everything i'm meant to be writing in favour of a cnc fic that is consuming my brain. under a cut to be on the safe side even though nothing explicit is happening in this part.

Having a totally normal reaction to this

you’re serving? you’re dying next week and you’re serving?

buck: i was jealous of eddie bc he got to hang out with you and i wanted to hang out with you

tommy: i was jealous of eddie because the bond you and him have is so solid and weird it was kinda concerning

eddie: 🧍🏽‍♂️

lou lou lou lou lou

09/APR/2025 - Lou of the day