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“I gotta get back to Washington by 7:30 so…” // “Another birthday party?” // “No, I have a date.” // “Can you cancel?” // “Unlike you, Mulder. I would like to have a life.” // “I have a life…”

#the x files #sculder #dana scully #fox mulder #gillian anderson #david duchovny #mulder x scully #mulder and scully

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this is good to point out because I don’t think eddie realized how physical they had gotten. he knew they had been on a date but I think that was as far his knowledge of their relationship was.

spoilers for 7x06!!

this is the beginnining for eddie, the look on his face after he realizes they (tommy and buck) kissed?? And yknow we cant forget the beginning of the episode.. jealous eddie jealous eddie

#buddie #bucktommy #911 abc

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'sorry i'm late. that fire was a beast.'

'so are you.'

#BUCK’S HAND #bucktommy

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Tommy's dramatic entrance at the end and Buck kissing him !!

#GOD DAMN #bucktommy

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bucktommy || coda || 7.06

“Maybe I should, uh…” Tommy mumbles in between kisses. “…head back to the station.”

“Mhm,” Buck hums, sliding his arm further around his neck, tucking the back of his head into the crook of his elbow, ignoring the way the gear shift digs into his stomach as he deepens the kiss, treasuring the sweet, hungry slide of Tommy’s tongue over his own.

“…shower,” Tommy adds, but Buck can start to feel the curl of a smile against his own as he lets his own teeth scratch over his philtrum as they dig their noses even deeper into each other’s cheeks, the fabric of Buck’s hoodie strained where he feels Tommy’s large hand fist the neckline, tugging him closer - deeper. “I’m, uh…” he mumbles into his mouth. “…hot.”

“Mhm,” Buck confirms, the headlock so tight his knuckles brush his own shoulder as his other hand finds one of Tommy’s suspenders, tugging him even closer, the Jeep welling up with obnoxious, hungry sounds, their lips smacking. “You are,” he confirms, and Tommy chuckles into his mouth.

“…sweaty.”

“Smell good,” is all Buck manages - and it’s true. Tommy smells like sweat and soot and smoke, and he smells fucking amazing. He wants more of it. More of him. All of him. “Come upstairs,” he begs.

“Evan,” Tommy exhales - but he doesn’t make any more to slow them down. In fact, he sounds just as hungry as Buck is.

“Please,” Buck hisses, tugging Tommy’s swollen bottom lip in between his teeth as he breaks the kiss - pulling away just enough for their eyes to meet. “I want you everywhere.” Never in his life has he known himself to say something more true. “I want you so bad, baby.”

“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” Tommy grins, and as their tongues meet once again, Buck already knows he’s won.

#FUCK I LOVE IT #bucktommy

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bucktommy kiss 7.06

#I’LL BE HERE FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE #bucktommy

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Buck has clearly been wanting to do that since the first time they kissed. He’s definitely down bad.

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 abc

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HE HAS A BOYFRIEND!!!!!

#THE SOOT #HELP #bucktommy

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THAT FIRE WAS A BEAST. SO ARE YOU.

#DEAD #I AM DEAD #bucktommy #911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard

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"here's your orange juice, bitch."

#HOWLING #😂😂😂 #911 abc

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“It seems like you were acting very territorial…” // “Of course I was, in our investigations, you may not always agree with me but at least you respect the journey. And if you wanna continue working with them, I won't hold it against you.” // “…you must have something more than your polygraph interpretation to backup this bizarre theory and I have to see what it is.”

#the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #gillian anderson #david duchovny #sculder #mulder x scully #mulder and scully

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“Okay, listen this is my first date with a dude. But I'm not weirded out. You know, I mean, I'm an ally. Every Pride Month, I put a rainbow on my Instagram. I'm, you know...” // “Oh. That's good. Then I guess it's just me that makes you nervous.”

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #oliver stark #lou ferrigno jr #911 on abc #buck x tommy #911 abc

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Buck taking grainy, zoomed-in pictures of every single helicopter he sees and sending them to Tommy like “dis u babe? 🥰”

#awws #bucktommy #911 abc

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We're only gettin' older, baby And I've been thinkin' about it lately

@lgbtqcreators bingo: transition

#THEY GROW UP SO FAST #911 abc

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To hum and sway (bucktommy, 1.4k words)

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Spoilers/Spec-fic for 7x06 "There Goes The Groom" After the wedding that wasn’t, and the wedding that was, after the search, and the rescue, and the drama of the day, Buck finds himself sitting in the hospital waiting room when Tommy turns up...

Now that Chimney’s been moved out of the ICU, the hospital staff have kindly set up a cot bed in his room for Maddie to get some rest beside him, while Buck stands—or rather–-sits sentry outside. While his sister clearly couldn’t have predicted she’d be reading out her vows standing between a heart-rate monitor and an IV stand, Buck’s just glad she was able to read them out to Chim at all.

A nurse shuffles past Buck down the corridor, and he pulls his legs back from where they’d been obnoxiously extended in his late-night exhaustion. He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing at the bright fluorescent lights of the waiting room before stretching his neck and shoulders until he hears a satisfying pop.

His hands clench into tight fists on either side of the chair he’s sat in, and he grips them tightly until his knuckles are white and the pain of his own nails digging into the flesh of his palms is enough to distract the guilt spiral he’s been fending off all day.

Maddie and Chimney will get their big-day. Buck will make sure of it. They’ll have the party that they rightly deserve, surrounded by their friends and family. A happy day, a calm day. The quiet, intimate ceremony in their own back garden that they’d wanted all along before losing track of the guestlist. 

But that would be later. When they were both ready, and recovered. At least for now they got to wear the rings. At least they got to call each other husband and wife. 

Finally. 

“Evan?” Buck’s head shoots up from where he’d been lying back, leaning his heavy head against the wall. 

There were so few people who called him by his given name nowadays...

His parents had long since left to do what they referred to as “damage control” with the guests and venue—since the rest of the 118 were more concerned with Maddie and Chimney than appeasing distant relatives who had traveled just so gosh darn far, Evan. 

He’d corrected Bobby almost instantly on that first day so many years ago, that his name was Buck, and besides, his captain was currently driving Mr and Mrs Lee back home for the evening after spending so many hours in the same holding pattern of he’s stable—that’s the main thing—until Chimney had finally woken up and insisted with a raspy voice, that his Captain marry he and Maddie right then, right now...

And Eddie? Eddie had only ever called him Evan the once. 

(Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t think about that moment often…)

But no, it wasn’t him either; Eddie was with Hen, roaming the corridors for a vending machine that worked until Bobby came back to bully them all into finally getting into his truck and going home. So that just left…

“Tommy? W-what are you—?”

“I came as soon as I heard he’d been found. How’s Howie doing? How’s your sister?”

Buck’s brain struggles to keep up, his software in need of an update—Tommy’s here, standing in front of him. In the hospital corridor. Buck’s phone was god knows where, and with Chimney missing and his sister losing her mind with worry, he hadn’t had a chance to think about the fact he’d accidentally ghosted his date. But here he was. Standing in front of Buck like a guardian angel who’d done more than his own fair share to help in the search—all the while still wearing the clothes he’d put on as Buck’s plus one to the wedding that never happened that morning.

This is probably the closest thing to flustered he’s seen Tommy look the whole time he’s known him, and if the circumstances were different Buck thinks he would have found it endearing—but his head’s too much of a mess to even go there right now. The soft blue shirt he’s wearing is rumpled now but Buck just knows it would have been pressed and clean to start with. The slacks and matching suit jacket are both a wooly kind of mauve. Buck thinks it would have been nice to press up against the material as they slow-danced at the end of the evening. The lights would be dimmed, while the wedding band played something slow. He wonders if his parents would have noticed. He finds he also doesn’t really care.

He remembers Maddie and Chimney’s kiss under a symphony of high-pitched beeps, and the mumbled static of a tannoy announcement requesting a doctor’s presence in triage. Jee had clapped her hands in Mrs Lee’s arms before pretending to throw invisible flowers in the air just like she’d practiced with her uncle Buck.

How’s Howie doing? How’s your sister?

“They’re—” Buck falters when he finally answers, genuinely unsure in the grand scheme of things. If he were to answer literally, he’d say they were sleeping. But emotionally? Physically?  

“They’re…”

Chimney’s in the hospital. Maddie almost lost him again, and if Buck looks down, he knows he’ll find that there’s still patches of dried blood on the sleeves of his ruined pink jacket—remnants of the day, along with the pounding behind his eyes that he just can’t seem to shake. 

Tell Maddie—

No, no Chim, don’t you dare make me do that, you can tell her yourself, okay? Just stay with me. Eddie’s gone to get help and Maddie’s waiting for you to come home— 

“They’re married!” Buck finishes with a laugh that’s incredulous only so far as the circumstances of the last twenty four hours have made him seriously question his own sanity. Or maybe that’s just the last dregs of adrenaline leaving his head in a spin.

“Bobby performed the ceremony, but Chimney wore the white-gown this time.”

He’s deflecting. He’s searching for humor, for the laugh to be had at the absurdity of it all. He’s the class clown disrupting the other kids because he didn’t hear what the teacher said and he’s trying not to panic. He’s overcompensating at the academy because he has no support system to speak of in LA, and he needs this. He wants this. He can’t flunk out. He can’t fail.

He’s pushing and pushing and pushing to see where the boundary lies, to see how far he can go before he disappoints the family he’s found at the 118. He wants to know where that line in the sand is. How long until the tide comes in? How long until he drowns?

He’s….. he’s exhausted. And when Tommy tilts his head to the side and frowns, reading Buck like an open book of sad tells, suddenly the effort to keep the mask in place is too much. His shoulders slump and Buck’s whole body hunches forward with the weight of the day pressing down on him—only to find Tommy’s arms there ready to catch him when he falls. 

“He nearly died,” Buck whispers into the crook of Tommy’s neck as he’s embraced. “Chim nearly died and if we hadn’t found him when we did….” 

His voice cracks, the words seemingly too painful to even speak into the universe. Buck can’t bear to say more, and Tommy doesn’t ask him to either, he just pulls him in closer, squeezes him that little bit tighter, and holds him there for as long as he needs. He brings his hand up to the back of Buck’s neck, gently kneads at the knot he finds there. Cradles him like he’s something precious and deserving when for so long he’s convinced himself of the opposite.

After a time, when Buck’s breathing starts to even out, the hitch in his chest seemingly dissolved into the atmosphere, and the shock has thawed enough for him to feel the soft material of Tommy’s jacket under his fingertips, he finds that Tommy has been slowly moving their bodies into a sway. Leading, just a little bit—really they’re barely moving at all—but if Buck pretends, he thinks he can hear music playing. 

“You said you wanted to dance,” Tommy says; answering the question Buck hadn’t gathered up the courage to ask yet. For the first time in hours, Buck’s mind goes quiet.

“Thank you,” he whispers a little self-consciously when the words catch in his throat. 

Thank you for coming, thank you for holding me, thank you for being here with no judgment and no expectations. Thank you for caring when we barely even know each other. Thank you for treating me kindly, for being gentle and soft when all day I’ve felt like I was being strangled with barbed wire. Thank you. 

When Tommy hums in response, Buck can’t help but lean into the embrace, finding solace in his arms. He can feel the warmth of his breath drifting along the side of his neck, soothing the goosebumps that reside there. 

And when he presses a soft kiss on the stubble of Tommy’s jaw, it tickles.

-fin.

#TOO CUTE #bucktommy #911 abc

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“I’m not part of any agenda. You’ve got to trust me.” // “I’m telling you this, Scully, because you need to know. Because of what you’ve seen. … I can recall a bright light outside and a presence in the room but I was paralyzed, unable to respond to my sister’s calls for help. Listen to me, Scully. This thing exists. The government knows about it and I got to know what they’re protecting. Nothing else matters, and this is as close as I’ve gotten to it.”

#the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #gillian anderson #david duchovny #sculder #mulder x scully #mulder and scully #the x-files: season one

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Lou and Kenny are also filming with Oliver and Jennifer

#BUCKTOMMY MADNEY DOUBLE DATE #LETS GOOO