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You know what’s a BuckTommy song? Issues by Julia Michaels

“I got issues / you got em too / so give them all to me and I’ll give mine to you.”

On these same lines, Flaws by Bastille.

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws

Are laid out one by one

The wonderful part of the mess that we made

We pick ourselves undone

All of your flaws and all of my flaws

They lie there hand in hand

Ones we've inherited, ones that we learned

They pass from man to man

There's a hole in my soul

I can't fill it, I can't fill it

There's a hole in my soul

Can you fill it? Can you fill it?

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve

And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

Dig them up; let's finish what we've started

Dig them up, so nothing's left untouched

happy 9-1-1 thursday!

here at pookie watch we keep you updated on the likelihood of seeing pookie. the forecast for 8b looks promising.

Joining the spec fic party:

Major spoilers for 8.16/based on 8.16 BTS

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In the end it’s less of a crash and more of very hard landing. 

A very hard landing that snaps off two rotors and sends them flying, cracks the glass of the windshield and bends one of the skids so much that it’s listing to the side. There’s smoke pouring out of the engine, filling the cabin, but Buck is being held back from rushing in because he’s not on duty, he’s not in turnouts and he doesn’t have any of his own safety equipment. 

He’d be rushing in anyway if Athena didn’t have a death grip on his vest. 

As he watches the on-duty crew work, he contemplates just running anyway; he could easily wrench out of her grip and head in, but he’d promised Bobby a long time ago that he would actually think before running off into the danger. 

It feels like hours before they crack open the doors and get the smoke down to manageable levels, at which point Athena loosens her grip. 

Buck tears into the chaos, looking. 

Read the rest on AO3 or under the cut

Joining the spec fic party:

Major spoilers for 8.16/based on 8.16 BTS

*** 

In the end it’s less of a crash and more of very hard landing. 

A very hard landing that snaps off two rotors and sends them flying, cracks the glass of the windshield and bends one of the skids so much that it’s listing to the side. There’s smoke pouring out of the engine, filling the cabin, but Buck is being held back from rushing in because he’s not on duty, he’s not in turnouts and he doesn’t have any of his own safety equipment. 

He’d be rushing in anyway if Athena didn’t have a death grip on his vest. 

As he watches the on-duty crew work, he contemplates just running anyway; he could easily wrench out of her grip and head in, but he’d promised Bobby a long time ago that he would actually think before running off into the danger. 

It feels like hours before they crack open the doors and get the smoke down to manageable levels, at which point Athena loosens her grip. 

Buck tears into the chaos, looking. 

Read the rest on AO3 or under the cut

Hallmark Bucktommy prompt:

Tommy is the firechief in a small town. He is the only fulltime firefighter, since the rest are all volunteers. Of course, he is the heart and the soul of the little town. Everybody loves him! But ever since he and his finaceé Abby broke up, there was never someone new. All the Mum's in the town try to set him up with their daughters, nobody understands why he never says yes to someone.

And then theres Evan, the new guy in town who Bartends at the only Pub in town. He is young, full of dreams and he always wanted to be a firefighter!

Well....Tommy cant seem to get enough of Evan, which is a problem....nobody except Abby knows he is gay, and Evan surely isnt into guys, right?

Joining the spec fic party:

Major spoilers for 8.16/based on 8.16 BTS

*** 

In the end it’s less of a crash and more of very hard landing. 

A very hard landing that snaps off two rotors and sends them flying, cracks the glass of the windshield and bends one of the skids so much that it’s listing to the side. There’s smoke pouring out of the engine, filling the cabin, but Buck is being held back from rushing in because he’s not on duty, he’s not in turnouts and he doesn’t have any of his own safety equipment. 

He’d be rushing in anyway if Athena didn’t have a death grip on his vest. 

As he watches the on-duty crew work, he contemplates just running anyway; he could easily wrench out of her grip and head in, but he’d promised Bobby a long time ago that he would actually think before running off into the danger. 

It feels like hours before they crack open the doors and get the smoke down to manageable levels, at which point Athena loosens her grip. 

Buck tears into the chaos, looking. 

Read the rest on AO3 or under the cut
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