i really feel so bad for the people who dont understand the allure of bucktommy. its not even that it was canon on our screens. it’s that the hotspur loverboy of the 118 found solace and stability in a gruff, complicated older man…..its that the lovelorn angel-faced firefighter found true companionship in a pilot who steadied him, out-widthed him (had the same death drive as him), was an intrinsic part of the workforce that came before him, tenderly cared for him…..a taste issue really
Tommy Kinard witnessed Buck maiming Eddie and said, i need to talk to him. Heheard Buck stumble through an apology and confession that he maimed Eddie because he wanted Tommy’s attention, that he thought he was cool, that he liked his fake mouth static and how he threw in with his family—and Tommy kissed him about it and asked him on a date. He sat through the awkward parts of their date and did everything he could to make Buck comfortable, flirted with him, and called him adorable, after the disaster. He accepted a coffee date where Buck apologized, got his coffee order wrong, invited him to his sister’s wedding and all he said was are you absolutely sure about this? and okay. He let him vent about Gerrard, didn’t tell him to shut up or get over it and then he called him a vision in a cone. He took care of him after he dislocated his shoulder, though maybe found it silly, listened to his rambles about a curse and Billy boils. He dressed up and went with him to a funeral for a dead cowboy and looked at him like he hung the moon and all the stars and then asked Billy to lift the curse. He smiled when he saw him again and listened to his not totally coherent update on Maddie and admitted he’d been fighting the urge to call him. He slept with him on a bare mattress and then made him a breakfast feast and got champagne, and started unpacking his things because he’s only ever wanted to love and take care of this man. Tommy Kinard loves Evan Buckley not in spite of, but because of who he is.
disclaimer: I’ve never fully watched Confessions, so there’s a chance some stuff might be wrong here. If so, keep that secret between you and God. Thank you 😊 Also, I’m aware it’s not technically bucktommy but it’s about the implication.
“So, I was thinking a dusty rose with gold accents. What do you think?”
“Uh, y- yeah, that works.”
“I know it’s kind of basic, but those colors are put together for a reason. They really pop, especially against white tableclothes.”
“Mhm.”
“I guess it’s a little feminine though. Especially with these doilies. Why don’t you pick out some colors and we can compromise?”
“Abby, I’m gay.” The words came out in a rush. He’d never said it out loud before, not to anyone. Never even practiced it.
