I mostly think tommy feels like a guy who probably doesn’t want kids so of course my brain is trying to formulate exceptions to that rule (transporting a sick kid and the helicopter goes down and Tommy’s badly hurt but desperate to keep this little kid who’s all alone in the world alive until help can find them?? They have to survive for longer than either of them should have been able to but they make it through and when Tommy finally wakes up in the hospital he’s kind of loopy and starts crying right away and buck’s like honey its okay the kids okay you both made it and Tommy’s like no I’m almost 50 so that means I’m going to be so old by the time they grow up and bucks like trying not to laugh like oh okay so this is our kid now huh? You just decided that at some point between all the bleeding and the life saving surgery? Well good because i thought i was going to have to do a hell of a lot of convincing) (follow up tweet sorry i just imagined how excited Eddie would be for buck to have a kid. Absolutely delighted!! Just extremely chuffed!! He’s gonna love that kid as much as buck loves Christopher!! Kid’s feet are never gonna touch the Diaz house floor because Eddie picks them up right away and never wants to put them down!)
Buck goes on a hyper fixated kick about pizza. Making dough from scratch, making homemade sauce, learning how to make mozzarella. Buys a pizza stone for his oven. Goes on a tangent to Tommy one night about the history of pizza and stone ovens. Tommy listens intently, a fond smile on his face.
Buck goes over to Tommy's house a week later. There are a handful of bricks and bags of concrete in his driveway. "Doing some yardwork?" he asks as Tommy lets him into the house. "Not exactly," Tommy says, and leads him to the backyard, where there's a hand built wood fire pizza oven that was definitely not here the last time. "Think it'll do?" Tommy asks, and Buck spins on his heel and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him
EVAN BUCKLEY | “I kinda can’t stop thinking about him.”
"i kinda can't stop thinking about him"
feeling sick over the fact that we have literally never heard buck gush over someone like this before and we probably never will again
"i kinda can't stop thinking about him" as in i see silly stuff and want to text him about it, "i kinda can't stop thinking about him" as in i keep replaying the feeling of his mouth on mine over and over again, "i kinda can't stop thinking about him" as in his hands are warm and gentle and i want to hold them, "i kinda can't stop thinking about him" as in i want to touch him almost as badly as i want him to touch me, "i kinda can't stop thinking about him" as in no one's ever made me feel like this before, "i kinda can't stop thinking about him" as in it's early, barely even started, but i can't stop thinking and hoping he might be the one i get to love forever...
thinking thoughts.
Buck: Hey, want to know my favorite time period?
Tommy: Sure, what is your favorite time period?
Buck:
They're in love, your honor
“Who’s got you smiling at your phone?”
And it’s just this picture:
According to a Wikipedia rabbit hole he went down a few years ago, this is a textbook case of displacement: an object being immersed in something and taking its place by pushing it out.
In this case, Tommy's dick is going to soon be completely immersed in his body and it's going to force everything else—the smell of cooked flesh, the memory of how a once-white sandal was so small that it fit perfectly into the palm of his hand, the feeling of a little body in his arms finally giving up the fight—out of his head like toothpaste squeezed from the tube.
Congratulations to Buck and Tommy on their second child.
Okay...but what about Werewolf Tommy.
I have ideas and thoughts and plot bunnies nibbling at those ideas and thoughts and nudging them at me.
I really have no idea how this will go or what will happen or who else is a werewolf or any number of things but I can't help but picture the 118 as a pack...and Tommy reconnects with them as in canon with the cruise rescue and he's just in awe of the thing that he's been missing because he's been alone all this time and also there's the Buck of it all.
The first chapter is up! You can also find it pinned on my tumblr.
officially headcanoning tommy to be an absolute doomsayer cynical pessimist and he's only half joking.
because "probably all gonna die anyway" in the helicopter?
getting a medal and saying "enjoy it while it lasts?" to buck??? how ominous is that
and to an extent leaving buck on that curb? yes because buck wasn't ready but also because he was pessimistic about the outcome?
and for all that he's sweet and self-assured and a good foil to buck's anxiety i think he genuinely is a little pessimistic and it's rooted in his own fear and a need to cushion and protect himself. like how he was genuinely surprised that buck liked him. or when he didn't say anything mean to their old captain like chimney did, as if he was frozen in his old fear.
and it's a nice touch, because seeming confident and having hidden anxieties is the exact opposite to buck's cautious puppy optimism despite clearly being a nervous wreck and having every reason to be pessimistic considering his track record of traumas. they truly balance each other out.
let the good times roll on
through these first few desperate hours
Good To You
Word Count: 1,035 words
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: 9-1-1
Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Tags: Season/Series 07, 9-1-1 (TV) Season 7, Episode s07e09: Ashes Ashes (9-1-1 TV), Established Relationship, Established Relationship, Worried Evan "Buck" Buckley, Mentioned Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Sweet Tommy Kinard, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Mentioned Bobby Nash, Happy Evan "Buck" Buckley, Confessions, Fluff
Summary: Tommy gets a call from Evan saying he'll be late for their date, but Tommy's not worried.
bucktommy + a fist fight
"Don't be mad."
Tommy, flat on his back on a creeper under his truck and mid oil change, stops what he's doing and cranes his head around to peer towards the front of his truck. He can see Evan's feet shifting nervously, which - combined with the first thing he said upon entering the garage being don't be mad - is not filling Tommy with a whole lot of confidence.
He sighs and lays his head back down, closing his eyes and bracing himself for whatever's coming. "Y'know," he says, reaching up to give himself leverage to roll back out from underneath the car. "Most people say 'hi, honey, how are you doing?'" He ducks his head and maneuvers to his feet, swiping his hands over his work jeans. "Or maybe even a 'how was your day?' Not - Jesus Christ, Evan."
Evan smiles sheepishly through a fat lip and two black eyes, his nose swollen and held together with a splint and tape. Tommy closes the distance between them quickly and carefully presses his fingers to the underside of Evan's chin, tilting his face up for inspection. He's smearing oil and engine grease all over his skin, but he doesn't care. Evan doesn't seem to, either. There's a bit of dried blood still in his nostrils, a little bit caught in the cupid's bow of his lips. "Hi, honey," he says, a little dry. "How are you doing?"