botheredbuck

[botheredbuck]

hey does anyone remember when buck was training ravi and ravi got like. decently competent and buck immediately was like ok! time to throw in the towel :) they've got my replacement and want me gone. i'd better crack some jokes so they feel less awkward about telling me to get lost, and pretend like there's no deep crushing loneliness in my chest! and this was like. 5 YEARS into buck working at the 118. FIVE YEARS and buck STILL didn't feel secure in his relationships there. half a decade!!!! and buck was still ready for his family to just fucking drop him when they were done using him. jesus christ i'm going to be sick

[botheredbuck]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday✨

thank you for tagging me @tizniz and @theotherbuckley 🩷 they’re both so wonderful, please go check out their work/art. here’s an except from my new WIP i won’t sleep till you’re safe inside

“You haven’t heard from him?” Tommy asks, his hand uncomfortably tight on his phone.

“No,” Eddie says sounding almost frantic. “It was a bad call and Bobby… Bobby sent him home early, and Buck practically ran away. He won’t answer my calls. He’s turned off find my friends, Tommy, I-“

“I’ve got him,” Tommy soothes, whether for his or Eddie’s benefit, he doesn’t know. “I’ve got him, Eddie. I’ll go find him.”

tagging: @actuallyitsellie @whatisreggieshortfor @shyaudacity @twopercentboy @runicnotation @sunnywiththestars @racerchix21 @clandestine-j

#gnawing at the gates i am so excited for this PLS

[botheredbuck]

something something buck being afraid of not being the new thing any more not being cool any more old scars of being replaced

what will become of me/once ive lost my novelty?

something something chris thinks hes so cool something something buck’s definitely jealous but part of it is the fear of being replaced in chris’ life because he’s had him taken away before he’s not doing it again

#911 #evan buckley #buddie #this came to me in a dream or smth

[botheredbuck]

EVAN 🫠🫠🫠🥰

#haiiiiiiiiiii

[botheredbuck]

TOMMY KINARD IN EVERY EPISODE (so far)

#pls let us keep him pretty please #i lov him #tommy kinard

[botheredbuck]

do you ever think buck sits head in hands at his kitchen island watching the early morning sun hit tommy just so as he makes them breakfast wondering how he got so lucky to be held in such gentle careful hands as he stumbles his way through this new path in his life and tommy's humming along to some old song on whatever playlist he's got on and buck just wants to touch and be close and when he remembers that he can it's the easiest thing to slip down from the chair and round the kitchen island until he's close enough to slide his hands over tommy's naked waist and belly and crowd in closer and closer until there's not even a hairs breadth to be found between them and when tommy hums it's a suprised but happy thing and what else can buck do but press a kiss to the nape of tommy's neck and hope he gets to keep this forever do you ever think about that because i sure do

[botheredbuck]

the way tommy looks at him here is so..........

#hes just so GENTLE with him im crying

[botheredbuck]

i'd play in the creek now as an adult. i'd sit in the stream and collect rocks for a while

[botheredbuck]

911 is doing the lord's work not only rectifying a severe lack in bisexual and coming out later in life representation, but specifically cringefail disaster bisexual representation. buck is a message of hope to the loser queers

#911 spoilers

[botheredbuck]

RYAN GUZMAN

9-1-1 Abandon 'Ships

#oh christ

[botheredbuck]

Buck & Tommy + space in 911 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

#i just. i cant

[botheredbuck]

showed my non-911 friend (a gay man) this photo. he too confirmed that this is a whole ass pride parade

#911 #buddie #911 spoilers #like come on this is INSANE #WHY #HOW???

[botheredbuck]

have i mentioned today how in love i am with the choice to have tommy call him evan?

right now, that is exactly who he is - who he needs to be. the person buck is discovering right now? the person he needs to learn to love and to accept and get to know? that is evan. evan, who felt unloved and unaccepted and uncomfortable, and spent his entire life desperately searching for something that makes sense?

he found it.

now is the time for buck to reckon with every version of him that came before, to love and accept himself. completely and wholeheartedly.

and that starts with evan.

just like when eddie said “because, evan…” he was speaking to the little boy inside of buck, the one who still lives there. the one who is terrified that he’s never going to be enough.

buck needs to heal. and that starts with evan.

#THIS #i am so happy with the evan choice #plus its like cute and the way he says evan is hot so

[botheredbuck]

yeah “i can teach you” is kind and gentle and warm and comforting. it’s also hot. right

#……yeah #bucktommy

[botheredbuck]

Right In Front of Me 

Tommy’s brows knitted together as his mouth turned down with worry. “Evan,” he said and Buck wanted to hear him call his name so many more times. “What happened? Did someone choke you?”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Buck said, clearing his throat again when his voice gave an embarrassing squeak.

Read on Ao3

Rated: G | One Shot | Words: 2,845

#my bedtime story 💖

[botheredbuck]

bucktommy + "please. spit in my mouth"

"Please," Tommy pants, looking up at Buck, his eyes glazed over, his pupils blown wide, his lips swollen and red. "Spit in my mouth."

The thing is, this isn't even the first time somebody's asked him to do that, but this is the first time he's shocked by it. It takes him a moment to register it, the request, too busy staring down at Tommy's mouth, thinking about how his cock had fit perfectly between those lips just a few moments before.

He stops mid-thrust, just staring down at Tommy, and he knows he must look a sight, his hair stuck to his forehead, free from product because Tommy actually stayed over last night after their third date ran long, and his morning they'd both been all too-willing to explore things in bed, both of them with a rare day off that lined up perfectly.

Tommy huffs out a small laugh, smiling sheepishly. "Was that a bit too much for you?"

"Uh," Buck has to fight hard to get his brain back online. He breathes out, sinking into Tommy, enjoying the little moan that Tommy makes when he bottoms out again. "Not at all. Just. Unexpected."

"Yeah?" Tommy's blushing, flushed high in his cheeks, like he's been caught out somehow. "You don't- You don't have to, if you're not. Into it."

"Oh, Tommy." Buck smiles, then, that cocky smile he knows always makes his partners weak in the knees during sex, and Tommy his no exception, if the way he melts down into the mattress is any indication. "Out of all the kinks we could explore, spitting in your mouth is rather tame. Open your mouth, babe."

Tommy does, and Buck watches as the line of spit trails out of his mouth and lands on Tommy's tongue, drinks in the sight of how Tommy's brain seems to go offline as he swallows it, his whole body shuddering when Buck starts to thrust again, teasing, slow, and deep, so deep.

This is only their third time having sex like this, and it's the first time Tommy's actually asked him for something in the middle of it, usually so calm and careful and respectful, wanting Buck to be comfortable every step of the way, and all Buck can think of in this moment is how much he wants to know this man, inside and out, every little thing about him. He wants it all, wants to know every single kink that's hidden in his mind, unexplored and shy.

Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five

#nsfw #bucktommy #um……. hello 🤗

[botheredbuck]

Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways. 

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning. 

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket. 

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard. 

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front. 

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest. 

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back. 

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s. 

He’s Buck’s. 

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it. 

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek. 

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror. 

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks. 

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—” 

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern. 

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. 

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head. 

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll. 

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?” 

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips. 

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away. 

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked. 

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

#bucktommy #the way i am kicking my feet giggling rn