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buffaluff · 17 days
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i am free
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xofemeraldstars · 11 days
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how it started / how it's going
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half-bakedboy · 18 days
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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.
(now on ao3)
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joshriku · 2 months
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from scarlet witch and quicksilver #1
he looks so cute!! it's been so long since he's been on a proper panel!!!
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My favorites from each photoshoot (so far)
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Bonus: Courtney, whose poses I literally could not choose between to save my life
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wikiangela · 20 days
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fuck it friday 💗💜💙(7x04 coda?)
tagged by @tizniz 💖
hi! how are we feeling after 7x04 bc I feel like I'm dreaming and I've been crying the whole day today, my bi heart is sooooo happy😭😭 I wasn't gonna start new wips until i finish the cheating fic, but I opened a new doc and things happened lol - idk what this is, where I'm going with this, or if I'm even gonna continue, I just wanted to peek into Buck's head for a moment haha
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Oh. Oh. Oooh. So that’s- that’s what it was. Huh.
That’s the first thing going through his mind as Tommy kisses him. It’s like- it’s like a piece of the puzzle finally sliding into place, after years and years of searching, looking for something to fill that space with, that feeling of something being missing. It’s almost weird, really, how easy it feels, how he’s more relieved than freaked out. Because this- oh, this makes so much sense. He’s into guys. He’s been into guys. And right now, at this moment, he’s into Tommy. 
Holy shit, he’s into Tommy.
Buck’s mind has been a whirlwind of chaos and confusion and frustration for days, but now, when Tommy kisses him, it all silences. Just to start anew as they part, butterflies in his stomach so intense he feels like he might float, as a slow smile spreads across his face when Tommy pulls away. 
This is the part of himself he’s been looking for, he’s been denying himself, he’s been silencing for so long. He doesn’t know why now, why Tommy, what it all means and where it’s leading. But he knows that now he feels almost... complete, feels like himself, feels at ease. Feels like Buck.
He feels giddy when Tommy asks him out, and finds that as soon as the door closes behind him, Buck already can’t wait to see him again. Jesus, he has a crush. He’s a grown man in his thirties, just now finding out he’s into guys, and he has a goddamn crush on a guy, and that’s why he’s been acting like a teenager. It makes so much sense now, and Buck feels- well, he’s embarrassed because of his idiotic behavior, and guilty for maiming his best friend, but most of all he just feels relieved. Because he knows now, knows why he’s been so bent out of shape about this whole situation, and can put a name to those feelings.  It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest, that he didn’t even know was there.
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repressedqueen · 13 days
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This man is winning me over little by little every day, it's starting to get out of hand.
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houseofevanbuckley · 5 days
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i would DIE to have the 118 telling tommy to beware of clipboard buck, but then tommy visits the station and sees it irl and they turn to him and are like ‘see!? he’s a monster’ and tommy kinda pauses and is just like ‘…..i mean…it’s kinda hot’
Especially when he’s wearing his tie ! Tommy would just look at him going around, checking and policing everything in sight
He’s so into it that he hasn’t seen yet that Tommy is here looking at him
And he’s coming for everyone, He , Chimeny, Eddie, Bobby
Nobody is safe from that little soldier and his clipboard, Tommy has heard the stories but seeing it live? It does something to him so he can’t resist sneaking behind his boyfriend and pulling him against his chest with one arm and the other grabbing the wrist holding the clipboard and kissing his neck with a soft “you’re so fucking hot baby” whispered
And I just know that night Tommy will ride the hell out of him
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gfwooyo · 14 days
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tommy is SO smooth and i'm forever grateful buck has him as he flails his way into his first gay relationship
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offtay · 5 months
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seeing mii2 reunited for an event in 2023 makes me so happy 🥺
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xofemeraldstars · 6 days
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9-1-1 -> 7x5 ❝ you don't know me ❞
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half-bakedboy · 12 days
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Prompt #64 or #100 for Kinley, maybe while they’re cooking together? 👀
64. “Did you just grab my ass?”
Tommy’s not used to guys who can cook. He’s used to dinners out mostly, sometimes takeout at his place when food wasn’t exactly the focus of the night, but he honestly can’t remember the last time someone cooked for him. 
So when he walks into Evan’s house with a hungry stomach—as requested—he’s not expecting to smell something so delicious. He figures Evan just got hungry earlier than intended and ordered food without him, but when he turns the corner into the kitchen, Evan is standing at the counter. 
He’s chopping what Tommy thinks are potatoes while chicken sears in the pan beside him. There’s a pot of boiling water that he’s tossing slices into haphazardly like the spit of water doesn’t bother him in the slightest. There’s a bottle of wine breathing on the opposite counter and an unlit candle on the small dining room table. Tommy tosses his keys onto it, hoping the noise might jar Evan from his focus, but still, he doesn’t move. 
Tommy notices then that Evan’s also got buds in his ears that are likely playing some ridiculous pop music if the sway of his hips indicates the rhythm. Tommy has to press his lips together to silence his laughter at the sight. Evan’s chopping, throwing, and flipping all to a rhythm Tommy can’t see, but he’s humming something familiar that Tommy can’t quite place. 
God, he’s smitten. It’s the only word he can think of to describe the way his stomach flips when Evan shimmies his shirtless shoulders and wiggles his hips in quick succession. Tommy doesn’t even think twice before sneaking around the kitchen island until his chest is almost pressed against Evan’s back. 
Before Evan even notices he’s there, Tommy slides his hands down Evan’s ass, grabbing a handful of the muscle just because he can. Evan squeaks, almost knocking over the pot of hot water in surprise, but Tommy has both hands wrapped around his waist to pull him away from danger before tragedy strikes. He laughs and the second the sound leaves his mouth, he feels Evan relax back into him. 
“Did you really just grab my ass?” Evan mutters. 
Tommy hums in agreement and presses a kiss to Evan’s neck. Evan drops the knife in his hand and tries to step away, but Tommy stays plastered to his back, hands guiding his hips to the sway of an imaginary beat. Evan chuckles, leaning his head back against Tommy’s shoulder for a moment. 
“Are you going to let me finish dinner?” Evan asks. 
Tommy shakes his head and presses his palm flat against Evan’s stomach, the other reaching across to spin Evan around as quickly—and safely—as possible. He crowds Evan against the counter behind him, capturing his mouth in a kiss before Evan can ask another question. 
Evan tastes like a perfect blend of cooking spices—which bodes well for the meal Tommy might let him finish—and the natural sweetness he attributes to Evan and Evan alone. Kissing Evan warms his stomach like downing a glass of whiskey before biting into the cherry garnish. Evan’s almost as addicting as the drink itself, and Tommy can’t believe he gets to drink Evan down whenever he wants. 
Tommy groans when Evan pushes him away with a laugh. 
“The chicken is going to burn and the potatoes are going to get mushy,” Evan tells him. 
“Well, we can’t have mushy potatoes, can we?” Tommy agrees.
Evan pulls him in for one more kiss before nudging him out of the kitchen with an order to get comfortable and ready to eat. Tommy has no idea how he got so lucky, but he’s definitely not going to question it, not when Evan keeps welcoming him like that.
(also on ao3)
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catboyolli · 25 days
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31.03.2024 - from millamilona's instagram stories
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hgrve · 1 year
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redibinch · 7 months
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He won't be there
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