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god. they really were so in love with each other...
Imagining Buck being so worked up over Tommy's bubbling and abrupt stopping that he comes up with absurd ways to try and find out if Tommy's okay.
First he downloads one of those texting apps, creates a secondary number and then texts Tommy pretending he's conducting a survey on behalf of the LAFD, and Tommy promptly replies to the text asking if it's a phone interview.
Buck panics and says it is and now he's downloading a voice changer app and asking Tommy all these bullshit questions like "when's the last time you were injured on the job, do you have any current injuries, do you like being a firefighter pilot..." and Tommy's answering the questions without a hitch, then Buck starts asking for "demographic information" like "are you married, single" and Tommy sounds a bit dejected when he says he's single so Buck chimes in and says "all heroes deserve someone special!" and Tommy responds with a dismissive "yeah, I guess they do."
Now Buck, being certifiably fucking insane, wants to take this further and asks if he can call Tommy to do additional surveys about his life as a firefighter pilot. Tommy obliges and asks the surveyor for their name.
Buck comes up with a name on the fly. "Aaron Baxter."
Tommy pauses, Buck gets nervous, then he's just like "okay, anything else you need, Aaron?" Buck tells him no and to have a good day.
Buck conducts a few more of these surveys with Tommy, just to hear his voice and how he's been doing on the job, trying not to dip too much into his personal life and make it weird.
On the third survey, Tommy mentions an injury that's kept him off duty, and Buck's so worried he's breaking character and Tommy's laughing, assuming this surveyor is flirting with him.
Buck doesn't know what to do so he kinda dances around the point but asks "what if I was flirting? you just sound so charming and interesting."
Tommy laughs into the phone and says he's flattered but his heart belongs to someone else and it probably will for awhile.
Buck thanks Tommy for letting him conduct another survey and tells him to get some rest.
Now Buck's scrambling around trying to figure out a way to make it seem like he found out about Tommy's injury a different way, without him finding out it was him conducting the surveys, so he asks Eddie to call Tommy and invite him to play basketball.
Eddie's asking Buck why he should do that and Buck doesn't want to tell Eddie about the survey thing either because he doesn't want his best friend to think he's a lunatic, so he just pleads, telling Eddie he just has a bad feeling.
Eddie eventually gives in and calls Tommy to ask how he's doing and see if he wants to play basketball. The problem is, Tommy never mentions the injury to Eddie. He just tells him he has a lot on his plate and he won't be able to come out for a few weeks.
Now Buck has to figure out another way to say he found out about the injury. He thinks and thinks and thinks, but he's got nothing. So he pulls out a secret weapon.
He'd been holding on to one of Tommy's shirts because it was the last thing linking them to one another. He hoped Tommy would come pick it up, or he'd ask for it, or something. So now Buck's in his car with this flannel shirt that he didn't want to let go of, but this shirt is the only way he can access Tommy.
He knocks on Tommy's door, and it takes him about 5 minutes to answer. They take a good look at one another, Buck immediately notices Tommy's crutches and starts profusely apologizing.
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I just wanted-"
"Come in."
Tommy invites him inside and they sit at the kitchen table having what feels like an endless staring contest.
"I, uh...I-I came to bring back your shirt."
"What shirt?"
Buck looks around, realizing he didn't even grab the shirt from the passenger seat. "Oh, damn it. I forgot it in the car."
Tommy snorts. "Sure you did."
"No I-I'm serious. It's in the car I'll go get it." He eagerly springs up.
"You wanna hear something strange?" Tommy begins.
Buck warily sits down, waiting for Tommy to continue.
"Some guy's been calling me every week or so, claiming he was conducting surveys on behalf of the LAFD."
Buck shrugged it off. "Yeah?"
"I asked my captain about it, he said there's no one conducting surveys on behalf of the LAFD. I started to think it was a scam at first, but the guy was only asking me about my well being and if I was seeing anyone and if I'd been injured on the job."
Buck was trying to conceal his nervousness. "O...kay?"
"I mentioned my injury, vaguely. And then Eddie calls me, asking if I wanna play basketball."
"B-but Eddie always plays basketball with you."
"Sure, but then, you suddenly show up here to return my shirt." Tommy cocks his head and smirks knowingly. "Something you wanna tell me?"
"I-uh-n-no." Buck falters. "I just...no."
Tommy laughs. "You have a very odd way of going about things, Evan Buckley. Can I offer you a little advice?"
"Sure."
"If you wanna lie, lie better, and if you wanna use a voice changer, use a better voice changer. I could still tell it was you."
Buck's mouth hung open. "I-uh-h-how'd you know?"
"I know you." Tommy responds in a quiet whisper.
"I'm sorry for lying to you. I just missed you so much and all I wanted to do was hear your voice again, b-but then you said you were injured and I-"
"Couldn't stay away." Tommy nods. "I would've done the same thing. I mean, not the voice changer, or the surveys, but...if you were hurt, I'd wanna be by your side too."
Buck sighs in relief. "C-can I ask you a question?"
"You've asked me lots of questions. What's one more?"
"When you said your heart belongs to someone else...did you know it was me you were talking to?"
Tommy shrugs. "Are you asking me if my heart belongs to you?"
"Well, I'm actually...hoping it does. Because Tommy...I can't let you go."
They smile at one another and Buck feels like the painful grip on his heart is finally loosening.
"How about I make us some coffee and we have a conversation? A real one. I wanna talk to Evan, not Aaron. Sound good?"
Buck agrees. "Yeah, that sounds great."
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Tommy ignores the knock at his door. He's in day three pajamas and the only person who might make the effort to check in on him is his exes best friend. Which.
The knocking continues.
It's getting louder.
There's a Kings game on in the background and he's been elbow deep in the Jeep manual he'd finally cracked open in some sort of weird, fucked up pattern of mourning.
Tommy's never gonna buy a fucking Jeep. He hates them. You own one for more than five years and more than half the parts are replacement parts.
He's been staring at a diagram of the timing belt for half an hour, at least. The last thing he remembers about the game is Kuemper letting in three goals on five shots and somehow the Kings are up two, now, and there's still 25 minutes of game time left.
Tommy reaches for the remote. Turns the volume up.
The knocking returns less than a minute later.
---
There's a box of odds and ends tucked under the table in his entryway. He avoids looking at it. He knows there are a few things missing from it and he really doesn't want to examine what he'll have to do to avoid giving it to Eddie tonight. He cut the cords, he shouldn't be lingering watching the frayed edges sway in the wind, clutching his line like there's anything braced on the other side of it.
Evan's oldest, softest LAFD hoodie, the one that's technically too small for both of them but has stretched shockingly evenly and is definitely not sitting unwashed at the bottom of Tommy's laundry basket. The program from a recital of Denny's they'd stopped by to support him for, on their way out of town for a long weekend. Evan's stupid keto bread and the milk frother he'd left behind three months ago and never bothered to grab because he had more than one.
Whoever is at his door is still fucking knocking, and suddenly Tommy doesn't feel like being polite. He'll shove the box in Eddie's arms and tell him to fuck off and close the last few remaining open doors he has to this.
Only when he swings the door wide it's not Eddie on the other side, and the box nearly takes out whatever Evan - Buck, Jesus Christ - has in his own arms.
Not a Tommy box - too small for all the shit that he'd left behind. He misses the house slippers that had had a permanent spot tucked under the left side of the bed.
Tommy flinches, reels away, tries to shove the box away before Buck can see its contents.
"What are you doing here?" Even tone. No quiver in his voice. He's been called rude and dismissive for less.
Buck scowls. Hefts the rectangular dish in his hands and shoves past Tommy before Tommy can blink.
It's silly to say he chases after him, down the hallway towards the kitchen, but he's not exactly following along behind at a casual leisurely pace.
The glass pan slams down on his kitchen counter and Buck spends a minute staring at the calendar he was only getting two months out of because he couldn't look at the one with all Buck's notes penned in anymore.
"Wow," Buck says, and shifts his weight awkwardly.
"What are you -?"
"Jee and I made you birthday cupcakes," Buck says. His voice is hard. Angry. Hurt. "Happy birthday, asshole."
---
He cracks the lid and there are only three cupcakes inside. Tommy forgets himself. Raises a brow, amusement rolling over him pleasantly, prepared to tease him, but then he catches the set of Buck's legs and the curl of his mouth and the tight way his arm tucks itself back in against his belly, a protective gesture that reminds Tommy very effectively what this is.
"Why?" Tommy wonders aloud, and Evan's scowl deepens.
Buck's scowl.
God.
"We've been planning it for weeks." Something flashes across his eyes before he schools his features. "Jee made me promise to bring you some."
"She must not be a skilled baker," Tommy jokes. "If these are the only ones that made it."
Evan's expression twists. "I ate most of them."
The frosting looks fresh. No creases in the paper cup holding them together.
"I had to make a new batch of frosting because I used some of it for -." He cuts himself off. Looks like he'd like to throw it in Tommy's face but can't quite force himself to hurt Tommy.
It hurts as much as he'd expected, anyway.
The world is a small place. It's not the first time he's had to speak to an ex when he didn't want to. It's never pleasant.
This is worse. The cut and run is supposed to give him time.
Evan Buckley has been an ache behind his ribcage for months, now, long before he'd made that final decision. He'd known it was too little too late. Buck's gonna be the shadow other men see behind his eyes for years.
Buck's apparently found and slept with someone within the week and a half span from Tommy walking out to his sad shitty mopey birthday.
That he'd forgotten about.
Tommy leans in. Picks up a cupcake. Licks a stripe through the frosting and makes a face when he realizes it's buttercream.
"The ones you were supposed to get had the whipped cream one you like," Buck says, accusingly.
That somehow stings just a little bit extra.
Tommy pulls back the paper, takes a bite. There's raspberry filling inside, and Tommy can feel tears prickling at the edges of his eyes, because when he'd told Evan about how his grandma baked he'd been thinking of Evan being a grandparent, the kind of shit he'd forbidden himself from imagining with anyone he was dating years ago.
"Thank you," he manages, and Buck frowns.
"He thought the whipped cream was too sweet." And Tommy probably deserves this but he's not particularly in the mood.
"Cut it out, Buck."
Buck rolls his jaw. "I just figured you'd wanna know how it's going. Maybe I could tally up the hookups for you, count them all up by gender and stamina and opinions on how I should feel and act and fall for someone. Find out if I'm actually gay enough to be a man's last."
---
The rest of the cupcake kind of collapses and oozes as Tommy smacks it down on the counter. He takes thirty seconds to pull the other two cupcakes out before he's grabbing the too-large fake Pyrex and turning heel. The keto bread goes in the pan. Then the milk frother.
Tommy yanks the recital program off the fridge and tosses it in the trash.
Buck almost looks triumphant.
"The box under the side table has the rest. You can see yourself out."
He actually does exactly as he's told, and Tommy listens to his footsteps drift off, shoulders hunched in and the breath tight in his throat. He'd been cruel, it was only fair Buck got a few final kicks in.
Tommy sucks in a breath and blinks away the moisture at the edges of his vision.
The footsteps take a heel turn at the side table and turn right back around.
"This isn't everything."
Tommy half expects some panned comment about how Tommy's got his heart - the kind of silly shit he'd say to a dead outlaw.
"My sweatshirt," Buck says, and Tommy freezes.
He could lie. He could pretend he had no idea where it was. Claim he didn't remember it even being here, because that particular piece of clothing did have a tendency to travel.
He doesn't fucking want to hand that one over.
Buck smirks, like he's caught the crack, and is looking for ways to exploit it.
"I own my own house!" Tommy says, and it's a terrible launching point but Buck latches on.
"You just left, Tommy! I know I jumped the gun, Tommy, but you didn't even - you just left! I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry I didn't know I was into men until you. I'm sorry you had to be my first, I'm sure that must have been such a burden for you."
"That's not fair."
"You didn't even give me a chance. That was - I'm so angry with you, Tommy. I'm so fucking mad."
"I know."
"But that's what you planned for, right? That's - you ripped the bandaid, Tommy, except there's a whole fucking untreated stab wound right underneath and it's still bleeding, Tommy."
"Did you even make this round of cupcakes with your niece?" It's better to keep his family's names out of his mouth. Just keep those ties cut.
Buck looks livid. "No, you idiot, I whipped up a tiny batch of this recipe just for the excuse to see you and - and tell you what a stupid, awful coward you are."
"That's not f-." He isn't sure whether Buck is being facetious about the small batch thing or not. He doesn't have any time to think about it.
"My sister and Chim are having another baby. Bobby and Athena are probably gonna host Christmas this year. Eddie shaved off the mustache and he's, like, dancing now, I guess. Hen and Karen are good for the first time in -." He shakes his head. Stares at Tommy. Tommy can't quite hide from that gaze. "We were good, Tommy. We were - you loved me."
He'd never said the words. Neither had Evan, but they'd both known. Both felt it. Tommy let it go too far, did it scared for longer than he usually would.
"It's not like that just went away when I walked out, Evan," Tommy hisses, and then regrets it immediately.
Evan has spent most of this visit pushing, pressing, digging fingers into the wound to make it hurt.
Evan goes silent now, reeling back a little. He seems shocked that Tommy had admitted it.
"I want you to go," Tommy says. "I need you to go, Buck."
It was the right dagger the first time, but apparently it's only effective once.
"I love you too, you know." His voice is soft. Tommy can't meet his eye. "And I hate you. I hate you even though I know that's what you wanted but I love you too much to not hate you out of spite."
Tommy knows if he caves it's done. He's signing himself over to whatever fucked thing will end them a week, a month, five years, two decades from now.
"Go home, Buck. Hate me there."
---
He goes in for the kill.
"I called Abby, two nights ago."
Right for the jugular. No survivors.
"She laughed for like twenty minutes, and then she tried to get me to chat about our sex life for comparison, and then she was shocked silent for a full minute when I wouldn't." Because Evan had always been a little too open about those details. "She also told me she forgave you but she doesn't think you ever forgave yourself."
Tommy agrees. For all that they'd been terrible for each other, they'd known how the hell to take care of one another like no one's business.
"I want you to go," Tommy says, steady, quiet, nearly a snark for how deep his voice goes to hide the tremor in it.
Buck cocks a hip against the doorframe. "I want my sweatshirt."
The breath that escapes him is shaky, but her think he hides most of it behind the hand over his face, the finger pinched at the bridge of his nose.
"I can't do this."
"Exactly how many men and women do I have to fuck before you believe the future I'm looking at is with you?"
"All of them! None! It was a stupid thing to say and it's not what I meant and I can't do this."
Buck spins on his heel. Grabs the box he'd set aside and hefts it up into his arms. "I'm coming back for my sweatshirt," he says. "You let me know whether you want to talk about the data points of the sexuality spreadsheet or about us."
"There is no us, Buck." His voice sounds defeated even to himself.
"If that was true you'd just give me the stupid sweater and be done."
Tommy sits in silence. He does not get up to retrieve the hoodie. Buck is still angry, but his smile is wide and bashful.
Tommy listens to his footsteps trail down the hall, towards the door, out of it. He hears the Jeep's ignition catch, the wheels roll off the drive.
He realizes he'd left the goddamn Jeep manual open on the timing belt page, right there on his side table where he'd pointed out the things he wanted Evan to take to clear him from his life.
---
There is someone knocking at his door.
Tommy doesn't quite ignore it.
He hid the sweatshirt in one of his toolbox drawers when Evan texted him this morning to let him know he'd be over with a six pack and a pot of chili.
There's a zero percent chance Evan's getting that sweatshirt back, tonight.
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His eyes aren't the right shade of blue, but he opens up for Buck like a dream, lips wide and wet and -
"Fuck," Buck says, and when he digs his hand in the man's - Henry? Harry? - hair it's too fine, too straight.
Henry-Harry hums around him and Buck sort of just wants to fuck his face but that's rude, that's so fucking rude, he doesn't even remember the guys name -
Henry-Harry swallows and Buck's hips jut forward, but the lines around his eyes aren't groove-deep and heavy with warmth.
"Hank," Buck says, and the man's eyes dart up, his brow raises, his lips tip up and his tongue swirls and he never knows that Buck had only just remembered his name seconds before he came.
---
The date goes... fine. Kelsey is sweet and delicate and when her hand scratches at his stubble the tips of her fingers don't catch - soft, smooth, the hands of someone who spends eight hours a day behind a keyboard. She kisses like a dream, but the angle is all wrong.
She fucks like a dream too, but afterwards, when Buck shifts to curl around her she rolls her shoulder and gives him a confused look and Buck remembers that she's more than a foot shorter than him and her shoulders aren't really wide enough for -
Buck rolls and tucks her head under his chin and he thinks Tommy Kinard didn't really know shit about firsts and lasts.
---
The music is loud and the beat is heavy and the man with a thigh between Buck's legs is dark - twisting dreads that catch silver in the strobe light, deep brown skin, cheekbones Buck would break an ankle for.
Buck considers asking him if he wants to take this somewhere more private. Buck considers asking him if he wants to come home with him. Buck considers the heft of the thigh between his legs and remembers the first time Tommy had gotten him off, dick barely even out of his jeans because they'd been grinding like horny teenagers and -
His voice is deep and low when he tips his head to whisper in Buck's ear, the tenor all wrong.
Buck lets him tangle their fingers together as he heads towards the single stall bathrooms down the hall
---
"Ex... boyfriend?" Heather asks, and there's a wrinkle around the shape of her mouth that sets Buck's teeth on edge, because hadn't the whole point of this been that Buck needed to play the field? He likes men. He likes women. He can't pick a number on the Kinsey scale because all he can think about is -
"I'm bi," Buck says, and her expression withers. That seems to be the default - men think he's waiting for the woman who will give him a picture perfect family, women think he's - "It was right there at the top of my profile. With a flag and everything."
Her nose scrunches. She's trying to play it off. She's clearly not one of the women who think it's hot. "Sometimes men do that just to like, seem less intimidating."
Buck's already reaching for his wallet. "And sometimes men just like dick as much as -."
Her hand draws over her heart and it reminds Buck of his mom and not in the teasing way he'd always told Tommy the same thing.
He apologizes to his server and hands her a twenty in his way out the door.
---
Jack is two weeks younger than Buck to the day.
He's beautiful. Auburn hair trimmed neatly, cow-brown eyes, a sharp jawline and scruff that never seems to go past six-pm shadow. He's sweet - not a mean bone in his body, and the first time he hangs out with Buck and Eddie he shoots Eddie a shocked look when he pokes fun at Buck.
He lasts two and a half months.
But Buck knows the game now. Buck isn't looking for forever. Buck is -
Buck is Buck. That's what he'd said in the end, anyway.
"I'm really sorry, Jack," Buck says, fingers drifting from their hold between Jack's.
Jack's smile is just a little sad, but far too understanding. "Hey, I've been an in-betweener before. It was fun while it lasted."
---
Either Tommy's blocked his number or he's really fucking good at swiping out of his notification previews.
Buck thinks about leaving a really shitty, incredibly mean hearted voicemail instead.
You're a coward sits Delivered for three months
---
Ashley's a nurse, and when she admits she's only ever dated women before Buck feels the sting of it, but he smiles all the same. He's chasing a feeling he hasn't been able to find since -
She stares at the sparse decoration of his loft and doesn't say a word.
"So, like -." Buck starts, but she tangles her fingers in his shirt and presses her lips to his and Buck realizes the stupidly large box of condoms he'd bought for his sex-a-thon the first four off after he'd finally convinced Tommy to fuck him is almost out.
Buck spends half an hour with his head between her legs before the tug in his curls gets insistent, and Buck tries not to think, for a while
---
"You're a firefighter?" Travis asks, head tilted excitedly, eyes on the LAFD tee hanging half out of his laundry basket. "Have you ever worked with the guys at Harbor?"
Five and a half months - nearly as long as they'd been together - and Buck considers asking Travis to leave instead of answering. He's got a heart shaped face and Buck can't detect a wrinkle on him. No smile lines around his eyes.
"Flew into a hurricane with them once."
Buck's not sure they ever left the eye.
---
Maddie gives birth on a Thursday. Miraculously they're all off shift except Eddie.
They name his nephew John Evan Buckley-Han and Buck spends an hour watching him sleep before he remembers exactly how long it's been since he'd last heard his name.
---
you haven't though, Buck sends, while Eddie presses him into the Uber and makes Buck promise to text him when he's home.
All the messages in the thread above have a Read receipt.
The dots appear. Disappear. Reappear.
Haven't what?
seen me around, Buck sends back, and it shows as Delivered long after his Uber drops him off and he shoots off a message to Eddie once he's collapsed in bed. He's gonna regret that last shot in the morning.
He should have gone home with the redhead instead of letting Eddie convince him to stay and play another round of darts.
---
Greg presses a kiss to Buck's birthmark and Buck politely peels himself off Greg's very nice mattress and tugs on his briefs. "Here for a good time, not a long time, huh?" Greg asks, and Buck remembers that this had always been unsatisfying.
He thought he'd found something he could build on. Turns out he wasn't making shit.
"Sorry kid," he says, sparing a glance at Greg's slim shoulders and the washboard abs that he'd make it his mission to look a little less dehydrated, if this were something serious. Maybe some lasagna in the freezer, the gnocchi he'd learned to make once Tommy got tired of flicking flour in Buck's hair.
"I'm like, five years younger than you."
Buck's already searching for the shirt Greg has tossed off the side of the bed half an hour ago.
---
Did you want me to?
Buck stares at the message for a full five minutes. Glares at it, really.
No, he lies, and leaves it at that.
---
He's not even at work when it happens. He's on a fucking date, and the television over the bar switches to a breaking news story about a helicopter crashing just off the 405.
Whatever Yarrow is saying to him gets lost when he sees the numbers dashed across the side of the hunk of smoldering metal that had once been an LAFD chopper.
---
Bobby meets him at the bay doors.
Eddie's already there too.
It's not good news. It's not bad news, either.
Buck only met Tommy's captain once, and he can see now that there were cracks, walls Buck hadn't realized he hadn't yet climbed, but she recognizes him and pulls him off to the side.
"Do you not answer your phone, Buckley?"
He's got six missed calls. The moment he'd texted the group chat and left Yarrow with the tab for the terrible IPA he'd gotten a taste for in those six months when the future had been clearer, he'd forgotten phones actually existed.
"I - sorry, were you trying to reach me?"
"You're listed as his ICE, Buckley."
Buck can't remember them ever even having that conversation.
"He'll survive," she says, voice firm, eyes unyielding. "You can't wring his neck about it until he's out of the woods, and he's a glutton for punishment."
---
"I have some things to say," Buck says, and Tommy eyes him warily from the bed where he's propped. They'd only pulled tubes ten minutes ago, and technically Tommy isn't allowed to speak for a bit. "We're gonna circle back around to the fact that you made me your in case of after you broke up with me once you can talk, so don't forget that."
He looks - guilty. Annoyed. Clears his throat and winces, scowls when Buck hands him the cup of ice chips but still uses two meaty fingers to grab a handful that he tosses into his mouth and chews. Loudly.
Buck leans back in his chair and stares at the cast on Tommy's leg, the bruising around his eyes, the flat mess of his curls.
"And if you call me Buck again I'm telling Angie you asked to have the morphine drip removed." It's a joke, and a lame one at that, but Tommy's eyes twinkle.
---
It's almost a year to the day when Tommy snags his wrist and reels him in for a kiss, hand palming Buck's ass as he noses at Buck's cheek and nearly trips over the last of the boxes Buck had gotten distracted from moving out of the hallway.
"You have too much shit," Tommy tells him, and Buck mostly thinks he's pissed that he still hasn't fully regained the muscle mass in his leg yet. He's lopsided and a little clumsy but every time Buck brings it up he inevitably ends up with a video of himself slipping all over an ice rink in the group chat, so he keeps it to himself.
"You love it."
Tommy's eyes soften when Buck runs a hand through his curls, the grooves of his smile just right. "I tolerate it. You, though..."
Buck isn't ashamed to admit he still feels butterflies every time Tommy says it.
"You I don't mind."
Buck scowls just to watch Tommy's face brighten mischievously. The hands around his waist are wide and strong and the finger pads catch in the worn cotton.
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“What if - what if I tell him I love him, but it’s too soon and scares him off?”
Buck was getting more emotional as the conversation went on. He had come to dispatch hoping for advice from Maddie, and he doesn’t really know what he wants or needs to hear.
“Buck, I think -”
“Buck?” Josh peeked into the break room, a confused smile on his face. “What are you doing here?”
“I uh - I was asking Maddie about - well -”
“He’s in love,” Maddie said for him. Traitor.
Josh’s face lit up. “Ooh, is this the hot pilot? I can see why.”
“But I - it’s,” Buck stuttered, “it’s too soon, though, right?”
Eyebrows creasing, Josh asked, “How long have you been together?”
“Only seven months.”
“Only seven months?” Josh’s eyebrows shot up. Maddie elbowed him in the side. “Right, sorry, um. Well, do you feel it?”
“Feel - what?” Buck asked, looking frantically from Josh to Maddie and back.
“Like you’re in love, Evan,” Maddie said.
“Oh! Well, yeah. I - I’ve been in love before. It’s never really felt like this, but I know it’s love.” When Maddie and Josh shared a look, Buck asked, “What? What was that?”
A gentle smile spread across Josh’s face. “You should tell him.”
“But what if it’s too early? What if I scare him? I always move too fast and jump into things before thinking them through. I don’t want to screw this up.”
“Evan,” Maddie said, coming around the counter to lay a comforting hand on his arm, “that you’re even worried it’s too soon is a good sign that you’ve thought this through.”
Josh nodded in agreement. “And you’re serious about him. Anyone with eyes can see that.”
Releasing a shaky breath, Buck asked quietly, “What if he doesn’t say it back? He doesn’t have to, of course, but - but what do I do if he doesn’t?”
“You reassure him that he doesn’t need to say anything. You just want him to know how you feel,” Josh said, sharing another look with Maddie. “But I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“What? Why?”
Maddie softly squeezed his arm. “Have you seen the way he looks at you?”
Buck couldn’t help but think of the way Tommy had looked at him just that morning, lying next to him, the soft morning light catching the blue of his eyes just right. He huffed a quiet laugh.
“Maybe you’re right.” He swallowed roughly, made his decision, and said, “There’s only one way to find out.”
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Tommy Forever Love Kinard
Handsome and warm-hearted Lou
mr. jr, sir. i need you. immediately.
Okay so, some people are freaking out and I’m quite calm which is weird because I have severe anxiety and this is not the usual case. Anyway, let’s talk about it.
1. After the last episode, Tommy taking care of Buck, being there for him, breaking the curse ( Tim said it) I really don’t think they would break them up.
2. It would be so lazy writing to separate them. After the first fight? Or not even a fight just a hurdle? How would it represent Buck getting out of the hamster wheel? Please, the other main couples had serious problems and they solved it.
3. They are getting to know each other which means the ugly things will come out. Tommy literally saw Buck maiming Eddie, saying he’s an ally (✊🏻), saying they are out to find hot chicks, obsessing over a curse, having boils on his face, and said: yeah I want that one. Tommy told Buck about how being under Gerald did not make him a better person, talked about his dad, and Buck said: okay Daddy! (jk)
4. There will be a baiting post every week, there’s nothing you can do about it. 🤷🏻♀️ Did the show runners or the writers posted it? No! Then it’s nothing to worry about. Remember when Tim shared that YouTube video about Bucktommy? Now that was big.
5. “When a toddler falls down a pipe and becomes trapped, the 118 must rely on more than their skills to rescue him. Meanwhile, old wounds are opened when members of the 118 race to the aid of a man dealing with a divorce.” —> this screams Eddie begins for me: what happened there? Him fighting to get back to Chris. To Chris! Not for his gay character arc!
Why would it be about buddie when Buck has a boyfriend and Chris is still in Texas, Eddie is a mess, Shannon is still haunting him?
6. Couch theory, magnet theory, colour theory,…
Couch- Oliver shut it down last season, also Tommy just slept on it
Magnet- I don’t even know what that was.
Colour- Did you see in Buck’s coma dream he’s in green and Chimney is in blue? 🤭 iT’s cAnON
7. Something for the nerves:
It’s just a reflection of those two people figuring each other out, learning more about each other, and then working out if the relationship is worth navigating those issues and fighting to stay together for.
It’s nice, I guess, to have Buck being taken care of after he hurts his shoulder. It’s nice to see that regard and that aspect [of their relationship],” he told Us.
I don’t know many partners that would jump all in and be like, ‘You are right. You are cursed. How do we fight this?’ So I can’t really fault him for that,” Stark said with a laugh, referencing Tommy’s hesitancy to support Buck’s theories. “And then, you know, he shows up at the end. … Which I think is nice. It was a good little reminder to the audience, because, obviously, we haven’t seen him for a little while.”
It’s funny to say this, but [Ryan and Lou] in particular really bounce off each other well, I think,” he explained. “They get on really well, so it’s nice. I just like to witness that. But we have a good time and I like the dynamic there, and the dynamic within the scenes where it tends to be Eddie and Tommy vs. Buck.”
Before parting ways, Stark relayed a message he hopes to convey to fans: “Thank you for loving the show,” he said. “Thank you for loving Buck. It makes me feel very accepted.”
Can you look me in the eyes and say that people who bitch about every aspect of the bi Buck storyline love the show or Buck?
They promised they would stop watching after 8x01 if Tommy was still there and after 8x02, 03,04 … you get it. They are still here, trying to freak you out.
I’m positive about Tommy and that he’s here to stay but if something happens in the future I can say that I enjoy this show and I never bullied anybody just because of a fanon ship that will most likely never happen.
Tommy + :ɪ
+ extremally blurry but can't forget it
have any of you watched bucktommy in the background of athena and the girls at the hospital? after buck announces he knows how to lift the curse. let me share —
- at first tommy picks up a magazine to read and buck is on his phone
- then buck is hunched over and you can see they’re talking to one another. you can see tommy smiling and shaking his head at whatever it is
- everyone else (chim/eddie) is on their phone, bobby is listening to athena and the girls.
it’s just them existing in their own world but surrounded by other people, their people
Anyway, Buck and Tommy are happy and in love, send post.
I just love Tommy's "I love my boyfriend but god fucking damn he is ridiculous!" face
Buck getting kissed by Tommy vs Buck kissing Tommy
"I just have SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THOMAS KINARD!!!" -@waywaychuck, x
One minute I was reading The Carrot's The Weight of Us, next minute I was downloading photoshop and learning how to make gifs. This just didn't leave my mind till I made it.
Sorry it took a while, I needed to wrestle with photoshop for a bit first. 🫣
I also made a version with Sal that's on the way.