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I'm now imagining buck in crew socks and a jockstrap thanks to you
good, then this is for you!
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Anonymous asked:
something so frat about fucking on the bare floor mattress too. I think when buck is feeling tube socky he'll also throw a backwards baseball hat in the mix and ride it reverse cowgirl. sometimes they forgo terms of endearment and buck will moan out a "man" , "dude" , or even the classic "bro" in the heat of the moment. just for funsies :3 buck is also especially obsessed with dick when he gets in these little LARPing moods. won't shut up about how much he loves the appendage. there's something so fun to him about waxing poetic about cock in his mouth when he puts on his community college dropout self.
OMG i literally had a heart attack thinking about buck calling tommy bro while he rides it…… damn
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7x04 / 8x11
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buck sitting down and looking up at tommy—who’s standing above him, hand in buck’s curls—looking down at him.
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for the @bucktommywinterfest prompt: Bucktommy Anniversary
I thought about drawing the first kiss for this prompt but I can't draw for the life of me so I crosstitched them instead!
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TOMMY KINARD 9-1-1 | 8.11
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wdym it's bucktommy's first anniversary this week. i swear i lived like seventeen lives in this fandom since last april
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@exhaustedpirate and i were talking about tommy yesterday and then this happened. enjoy, i guess :]
"Tommy, I do like you, you should know that.” Hen says, holding the cup of coffee in her hand, watching over to where Karen and Buck are playing with the kids. She can feel the way his body is tense next to her, and it reminds her of a younger Tommy a long, long time ago.
The tension never really left him, back then. Hen always attributed it to something else.
“I just never thought you liked me all that much,” she adds, looking at him from the corner of her eye.
His shoulders fall, but the tension remains.
"Hen, I…” his voice is quiet, soft in the way it wasn't back then. “I admired you from the second you walked into the firehouse. I just. God, I was so jealous, too.”
Hen can't help the scoff that builds in her throat at the words. “You. Were jealous of me?” She says it like it's crazy, because it is. She was the dirt beneath their feet under Gerrard, she would have gladly changed with anyone. She was in no position to be jealous of. It's absurd, is what it is.
“You came into the firehouse and you stood your ground. You never pretended to be anyone else other than yourself. And we treated you like shit for it, I know. Believe me, I do.” There's a pause there that feels significant, so Hen doesn't interrupt.
“I know you can't exactly hide it. But you could've made yourself smaller. Changed. And you didn't. You… god, Hen, you were so loud about who you were. Unapologetic and with both feet on the ground, immovable. Solid.”
Hen turns to look at him, wondering where this is all coming from. He's fidgeting with the mug in his hands, eyes trained on Buck in the other room.
“And every day I saw you,” his voice is even quieter now, “I thought: please stop being so loud. Stop showing me what I should be, because I can't. I hated that I couldn't be like you. I hated that I hid, that I was so terrified. I wasn't uncomfortable with you for any of the reasons everyone thought I was. I was uncomfortable because it's like someone gave me a mirror and said: look, this is who you would be if you were better, if you weren't such a coward. And I never learned how to deal with that while I was at the 118.”
There's a thousand conflicting emotions in her heart, but Hen knocks their shoulders together anyway.
"That's why you transferred?” She asks, because she has a hunch about it. "So you could be better?”
“Yeah,” he admits, leaning against her shoulder with his own, “I had a really good teacher, you know.”
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Chapter 5 (new)
And that’s a wrap. Seeing everyone love this fic as much as we do, and have as much fun reading it as we had writing it has been just the greatest present.
There’s a hamster. He squints, no it’s more like a guinea pig. There’s a rodent-like mammal on the gate console. He stares at it, and slowly spins on his heel to catch Josh’s eye. “You’re seeing this too, right? I’m not hallucinating guinea pigs, am I?” Josh scowls. “No. I’ve been trying to catch it for the last hour.” He eyes the not-guinea pig. “Where did it come from?” “I don’t know. It was here when I got down this morning.” “Are we worried about that?” “Only if it shits on the gate crystals,” Josh mutters. By lunch he’s seeing not-guinea-pigs everywhere, and it’s escalated to a Dr. Buckley’s conference room kind of problem. “We have a guinea pig infestation?” he asks, and tries to sound serious. Evan and Karen both sigh, although Karen’s holding one in her lap and Evan’s absently stroking its ears, which cuts into their credibility. “We have a guinea pig infestation,” Dr. Buckley confirms.
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