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Ao3 | Vicki | she/her | 24 | tracking #tuservicki | weewoo brainrot | obsessed with bucktommy

Hi!

I'm Vicki, 23, she/her, bi

  • mostly 911, especially bucktommy, with a sprinkle of whatever else I'm watching in the meantime
  • some other shows I love: criminal minds, spn, scandal, shamelss us, the oc, one tree hill, iasip (among others)
  • tracking #tuservicki
  • my gifs at #vicki's gifs

my writing is tagged #wikiangela writes - posting lots of wip snippets for writing games, feel free to tag me in yours! or in any tag games!

each of my fics gets its own tag too so if I post snippets all of them can be found in that tag

answered asks are tagged #wikiangela answers

I tag #911 spoilers for about a day after the episode airs (and if I post about anything else I'm watching, using a spoilers tag for that too) and that's the extent of organization tags on my blog lol

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ask box and dms always open <3

this is a shannon diaz-friendly space (and it goes for all the other love interests, no bashing or hate for them on here)

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buck and tommy a decade from now tracing the lines on each other's faces... buck feeling tommy's crow's feet deepen as tommy smiles, as buck's thumb moves from his cleft to his laugh lines, as buck brackets tommy's face... until they both laugh, and buck sees himself carved into those lines, all the jokes he's told and all the times he's made tommy's face move, in laughter and sadness and fondness and love... how they have to kiss each other, how the tip of tommy's nose fits for a moment into the divot of buck's dimple as they break, and now tommy's hands, broad and sure, are on buck's face, on the hills and valleys of his forehead and the hinge of his jaw and digging into his thinning hair... thinking about how grateful they are, that they've been able to see each other age, when there was a time neither thought they'd ever have the chance

randomly missing matt and kristy simmons

might be time for a criminal minds rewatch, specifically seasons with them lol

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this fic was written for @bucktommycharityrace please, if you're able to, go donate to Lambda Legal in celebration! 💕

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rating: G words: 3.6k

The first time Tommy says it, Evan’s already fast asleep, snoring quietly. He’s on his stomach, one leg wrapped around one of Tommy’s, a hand loosely holding Tommy’s wrist, never wanting to let him go, even in his sleep. Tommy smiles as he tangles the fingers of his free hand in Evan’s messy curls, and just lets himself look.

Evan’s face is half-hidden in his pillow, those pretty, pink, kissable lips parted. The only source of light is the lamp on Tommy’s bedside table, casting shadows in the room, bathing Evan in a soft, warm glow. He looks so peaceful, aside from a little frown between his eyebrows, that Tommy has learned means Evan’s having some crazy or confusing dream he’ll definitely hear about in the morning. It must be a relatively good dream, though, because he seems otherwise relaxed, calm. Tommy’s hand slips from his hair to his cheek, just a soft, featherlight touch, which Evan leans into. He’s so beautiful and so adorable, and Tommy’s heart beats loudly against his ribcage. 

He’s just watching this gorgeous man, who he’s fallen for so fast and hard, and he can’t keep those feelings inside anymore, it feels like they keep bubbling closer and closer to the surface, burning hot and bright, and he might just explode from holding them in. He knows it’s too early to say it to his face yet, and he’s glad Evan’s asleep, because he can’t control it when the words just effortlessly slip out of his lips.

“I’m so in love with you, Evan,” he whispers, surprising even himself. He’s starting to panic a little bit, and he holds his breath for a few seconds, listening for any changes in Evan’s calm breathing, any twitch in his eyelids, a squeeze of his fingers on Tommy’s wrist, anything that would indicate he woke up and heard it. But he’s still happily snoring and blissfully unaware that Tommy just said the words he hadn’t said to anyone in years – so long ago they feel weird and unfamiliar in his mouth. It’s scary, the enormity of those feelings. 

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this fic was written for @bucktommycharityrace please, if you're able to, go donate to Lambda Legal in celebration! 💕

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rating: G words: 3.6k

The first time Tommy says it, Evan’s already fast asleep, snoring quietly. He’s on his stomach, one leg wrapped around one of Tommy’s, a hand loosely holding Tommy’s wrist, never wanting to let him go, even in his sleep. Tommy smiles as he tangles the fingers of his free hand in Evan’s messy curls, and just lets himself look.

Evan’s face is half-hidden in his pillow, those pretty, pink, kissable lips parted. The only source of light is the lamp on Tommy’s bedside table, casting shadows in the room, bathing Evan in a soft, warm glow. He looks so peaceful, aside from a little frown between his eyebrows, that Tommy has learned means Evan’s having some crazy or confusing dream he’ll definitely hear about in the morning. It must be a relatively good dream, though, because he seems otherwise relaxed, calm. Tommy’s hand slips from his hair to his cheek, just a soft, featherlight touch, which Evan leans into. He’s so beautiful and so adorable, and Tommy’s heart beats loudly against his ribcage. 

He’s just watching this gorgeous man, who he’s fallen for so fast and hard, and he can’t keep those feelings inside anymore, it feels like they keep bubbling closer and closer to the surface, burning hot and bright, and he might just explode from holding them in. He knows it’s too early to say it to his face yet, and he’s glad Evan’s asleep, because he can’t control it when the words just effortlessly slip out of his lips.

“I’m so in love with you, Evan,” he whispers, surprising even himself. He’s starting to panic a little bit, and he holds his breath for a few seconds, listening for any changes in Evan’s calm breathing, any twitch in his eyelids, a squeeze of his fingers on Tommy’s wrist, anything that would indicate he woke up and heard it. But he’s still happily snoring and blissfully unaware that Tommy just said the words he hadn’t said to anyone in years – so long ago they feel weird and unfamiliar in his mouth. It’s scary, the enormity of those feelings. 

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taking the eddie of it all out of the equation — because tommy had the urge to reach out to buck, drove by his loft, and sat down with him at the bar all before he knew eddie left — i wonder what made tommy not as scared of the idea that buck could break his heart. what is the more genuine and earnest reason behind him being less afraid than before because i have a hard time believing it’s only that or just that because if there’s one thing tommy’s good at, it’s deflecting from a bigger conversation

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