when I tell u I had to scroll a week back in my twitter likes to find this video bc I genuinely couldn’t sleep until I did
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For sleepover saturday…what is your headcanon about who used “boyfriend” first - Buck or Tommy and when/how it happened 😌😌😌
This is totally what happened, Tim Minear told me once in a dream!
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Someone’s phone is ringing at an ungodly hour. Buck stirs awake as he hears Tommy’s sexy rumbly morning voice answering his phone. It’s probably work, Buck thinks and tries to drift back to sleep again.
Except Tommy is still talking. He’s sleepy, too polite to hang up, which would be so endearing if he wasn’t so tired after a long shift. He responds in Hmms and uh-huh’s between yawns.
Buck scoots his way closer to Tommy, circling an arm around his waist. Feels Tommy grabbing his hand and bringing it to his lips in soft, silent greeting and making Buck feel all warm and tingly in the way only Tommy seems to be able to.
The voice on the other end keeps talking as Tommy flops onto his back, looking exasperated. Buck presses his face to Tommy’s chest and hears someone laugh through the device, and learns quickly that it’s Eddie who is keeping Tommy awake. And, well. That won’t do!
So Buck does the only thing he can think of. He grabs Tommy’s phone and starts speaking into it.
“Hey, Eddie! Next time you call my boyfriend, check if he’s had enough sleep after a forty-eight hours shift, okay? Okay. Say hi to Chris. Bye!” Satisfied, he sets the phone on silent mode and lays back down, and quickly realizes that Tommy is staring at him, seemingly far more alert than he had been just a few seconds ago.
“That was so hot.”
“Uh…” he feels his face heat up. “Yeah?”
Lets himself get tugged back into Tommy’s space where he kisses his softly. “Mmh. I especially liked the part where you called me your boyfriend.”
Flustered, Buck’s eyes widens in realization, just as Tommy’s lips wanders down his neck. “Y-you don’t mind?”
Tommy pauses and pulls back slightly to look at him fondly. “Is that what you want? To be my boyfriend?”
“God yes!” He says with no hesitation, and Tommy laughs and pulls him flush against him.
“Good. So now when I’m awake, I hope you don’t mind tiring me out again. Boyfriend.”
Buck grins and moves on top of him to do exactly that.
#bffs
THE PITT
2.02 – 8:00 A.M.
Dr. Caleb Jefferson, PTMC Psychiatric Attending | 2.02 "8:00 A.M." | THE PITT
Heated Rivalry season 1: favorite added scenes
yay highly sexual crowstiel moment <3
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THE PITT 2x02 8:00AM
Supriya Ganesh as Dr. Samira Mohan
Something something Saturday
I've been tagged in a few of these for like a couple weeks and never do them because I've been writing a lot of rarepair stuff mostly. But I had some BuckTommy feelings after the most recent episode and also because this weekend I've been going to a theater to watch Lord of the Rings. So this is a Buck who's never seen the movies and a Tommy who loves them, and they ran into each other at the theater.
Things are going well until Moria. When Frodo and Gandalf are sitting and talking, Evan has this wistful look on his face, and Tommy realizes he's thinking of Bobby. He almost leans over and tells him to just leave for the next half hour or so, but he squeezes his hand instead. Evan squeezes back, and Tommy feels the flinch that goes through him after Pippin knocks the corpse and bucket into the well and gets scolded.
When Gandalf is clinging to the broken edge of the bridge, Evan’s hand squeezes so tight that it starts to hurt. He falls, and Evan’s breathing hitches. Tommy worries that he should've just leaned over and told him, especially when he sees tears roll down Evan's cheek. But when Evan catches him looking, he smiles and shakes his head. Tommy reaches over with his other hand and wipes his cheek with his thumb and the backs of his fingers.
“Need a break?” he murmurs, because the walk to Lothlorien is mostly New Zealand scenery porn.
“No, I'm okay,” Even whispers, letting go of his hand and flexing it with a grimace. “Sorry.”
“It's okay,” Tommy reassures him.
They finish the popcorn while Galadriel gives gifts. Then the last dregs of their candy goes soon after. By the time Boromir is begging for Frodo’s forgiveness, Evan slips his fingers between Tommy's again.
When the credits roll, Evan doesn't move. Tommy doesn't move either. He doesn't stare at him, though he's glancing.
“I'm seeing the second one tomorrow,” Evan says, looking over at him. “In this seat.”
Tommy smiles. “Me, too. Same seat.”
They get up and shuffle out, stretching as they go. Tommy's body pops in ways that he likes to think have nothing to do with the fact that he's in his forties.
“I think I might be Pippin,” Evan says, tossing his trash in the bins by the door.
Tommy nods slowly, considers the comparison. “As someone who knows his whole story, I'm actually inclined to agree with you. Maybe not for reasons you'd think. I was actually thinking you were more like Sam.”
Evan nudges him with his shoulder, grinning. “What, and you're Frodo?”
“Hell no,” Tommy scoffs. “I'm Boromir.”
“Bullshit, you're Aragorn or Legolas. Cool guy, ready to save the day.” He looks over at Tommy and shrugs. “I like him, he was brave and everything, but I don't think you'd do something like that. And he was kind of obviously the guy who was going to try to take the ring at some point.”
Tommy smiles to himself and shrugs. “I used to feel like that guy. Weak, going along with what people wanted. My dad, especially. I wasn't a nice person then. Maybe a Boromir who lived, I guess.”
“I still say Aragorn.”
They stop to pee and then wander into the the arcade in the lobby to see what games there are. Evan recognizes one but doesn't seem to care about playing it. It's quiet in the tiny arcade, relatively speaking. There's noise from the machines, but there's no people. Which is sad, the movie arcade used to be Tommy's favorite thing when he was younger.
“I've been having a really shitty time,” Evan says, the corner of his mouth twitching like he might smile or frown. He's looking at the motorcycle racing game, his eyes going shiny. “And, uh, I reread a text you sent you me after the funeral. I was going to just rent these, but then I saw they were playing and figured it would be good to go be somewhere for a few hours that wasn't my place o-or Maddie's. I'm glad I did. That was good.”
Tommy smiles, running his thumbs against the inner seam of his hoodie pockets. “I'm glad you liked it.”
Evan shakes his head and starts to say something, and then he stops himself because his eyes are filling with tears. Tommy moves in, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his hair as he rubs the back of Evan’s neck. When Evan hugs him back, it's like he's touch starved. He was always tactile and never held back with any affection or touch, but this feels different.
They stand like that for a long time, long enough that Tommy can see the demo looping twice on the shooting game in front of him. But he holds fast. Evan's going to need to be the one to step away, because Tommy isn't letting him go as long as he needs this.
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Tagging @exhaustedpirate @mushysquashythingamajig @s3tm3onfir3 @just-barrow @corporatebanana @rcmclachlan and anyone else who's got something to share
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I wish you would write a fic where...
Blaze was actually Tommy’s dog (this could be an alternate first meeting or a chance at reconciliation)
“Of all the gin joints in all the towns–”
“Oh!” Buck is grinning, cutting off Tommy before he finishes the quote. “I know that one.”
“Hey, Buck.” Tommy’s smiling, kind of, when he says it, but his eyes fall away and to Buck’s feet, where Blaze is twisting himself into circles and barking to raise the dead. “Hi, Buddy, hi!”
The dog gets Tommy’s real smile, the one Buck saw only hints of during their time together. He was just getting good at telling the difference between when Tommy was with him and when he was a million miles away.
“I can’t believe you found him,” Tommy is saying as the rest of the crew gather around. “No, I can.” Tommy looks at Chim. “I can definitely believe it was the 118 in the centre of that mess.”
“All in a day’s work, my man.”
That gets a laugh from the crowd, but Buck knows if he opens his mouth to join in, all they’ll hear is a scream.
Fingers in His Mouth Friday Saturday
this was originally meant to be a gift for @corporatebanana because they deserve the world but it got away from me and now it's 1k of Something I dunno to do with. So, fic amnesty, it's unfinished but hopefully you can enjoy some fingers in tommy's mouth, mwah
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Evan's hands are warm even through the barrier of the gloves. Tommy can feel the warm shape of them as he holds Tommy's wrist, pressing fingers against Tommy's thudding pulse.
"A little elevated," Evan says and a grin threatens the corners of his mouth, professional facade slipping for a moment as he strokes at the skin of Tommy's wrist.
"Can't imagine why," Tommy says, letting himself indulge for a moment as he slides his palm up the stretch of Evan's thighs, presses his thumb into the play of muscle with enough force that Evan's breath hitches. Turn abouts fair play Tommy figures.
"Mmm, guess I should double check," Evan says, shifting his grip on Tommy's wrist before placing it firm on his other thigh. Tommy lifts an eyebrow, but any comment is quickly lost as Evan places a gloved finger deftly under his chin.
"Can I ask you a personal question?"