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Okay, so this is a little inspired by @dazzle02's post right here. Enjoy! 🥰
"Let me move in with you," said Evan.
And.
And Tommy looked up at Evan.
Blinking.
There wasn't anything particularly special about tonight. Neither of them had that bad of a shift the day before, all things considered. It was after dinner. They were both in pajamas watching Shark Week. Besides Shark Week, there wasn't anything life-altering or important that would have made Tommy remember this lazy Thursday night.
But then again, something amazing always happened with Evan around.
Life-altering was Evan's modus operandi.
They met when Tommy was flying them into a hurricane. They got together after Evan maimed one of his best friends. Their second official date was at a last-minute hospital wedding when the original wedding had been canceled.
Dating Evan was nothing Tommy had ever experienced before.
And Tommy never wanted to stop.
"What?" Tommy laughed, not sure if he heard that right.
He was staring up at Evan. His head was in Evan's lap and Evan just - he kept playing with the curls in Tommy's hair; staring down at Tommy like he never wanted to look away from Tommy as he said, "Let me move in with you."
And it harkened back to that beer Evan still owed Tommy.
That Tommy was never going to let Evan give him. No, Tommy loved the idea of still being tied like that. To forever joke about the beer Evan still owed him.
"You want to move in with me?" asked Tommy.
And it wasn't that Tommy was against it. The moment Evan brought it up, all Tommy wanted to say was yes, yes, of course, Evan, yes.
But.
They had only been dating maybe four months at this point. Tommy wasn't against the breakneck pace Evan seemed the most comfortable in, but at the same time, that was a big decision. And that wasn't to say that Tommy didn't believe that Evan would want this, but it was always good to be absolutely sure.
"You've got a kickass garage. You've got the best beer in town. I heard a beast lives here. Why wouldn't I want to too?" asked Evan.
"Evan."
"Tommy."
Tommy snorted.
"Tommy, I hate my loft. I hate my fucking loft. I got it with my girlfriend Aly because she liked it, and then she almost immediately broke up with me. I haven't been able to decide on a damn couch in that place. I don't know why I have two balconies," said Evan, "But none of that is even why I'm offering this."
Tommy laughed.
"Offering?"
"Tommy, I - I miss you," said Evan with all his heart; a little broken.
Tommy reached out; placed a hand on Evan's cheek.
"Evan. I'm right here," said Tommy softly.
"I miss you when I wake up and you hadn't slept over. I miss you when I try out a new dish and you're not there to taste-test it. I miss seeing you just randomly reading Chef's Choice or The Dos and Donuts of Love or - or How to Find a Princess or Better Than People or The State of Us on your couch whenever I walk into your house with the key you gave me. I miss the lavender you insist on making your house smell like. I miss you when I get in my car and realize we won't be carpooling. That you won't insist on driving and I won't get to play you music as we start our drive early so we can take a scenic way to my work or yours. I just miss you. All the time. I want to fucking live in your pocket. Which is a lot. I know. But I want that. I want you. And I'm so sure you want that too."
And.
And okay, if they were being honest.
"Evan, I - I wake up and it feels empty if you're not here. If you're not sprawled on top of me when I wake up. If you're not laughing and insisting that we take a shower together. That if we do, we'll be saving water. Despite the fact that you know full well that it takes double the time with how distracted we get. I miss you when I walk up to my coffee maker and you're not there to play the 'guess how Tommy takes his coffee' game that I think you're failing on purpose at this point - "
"No, I'm not," said Evan like a liar.
"Oh, I know you are," laughed Tommy, "But I kind of love that because it's still fun. And I miss you when you're not there to get into my Mustang with that jerry-rigged contraption of yours that somehow forces Bluetooth to work on my stereo. And how you keep showing me all these new and amazing songs I never would have dreamed of finding on my own."
"People are sleeping on Kehlani," said Evan.
"Yeah. I know," agreed Tommy, "And - and I miss you when I don't get to kiss you goodbye and hear you say you'll see me after your shift. And I miss you when you're not there to pick me up or if I'm not there to pick you up and you kiss me hello and ask how my day was and tell me all about yours. And I'm not saying we need to be glued together. But I am saying that every moment I get with you makes my whole day better. My week. My month. My year. My life. And, uh. I don't know, maybe you owe me moving into my house."
Evan laughed.
"Oh, I owe you now, huh?"
"I mean, you offered. Pay up. Move in."
Evan laughed harder, leaning down to kiss Tommy. And it was an awkward angle, and the kiss was a bit messy, but it left Tommy breathless; left Tommy swimming in overwhelming yes.
"Okay. I guess I'm moving in," said Evan happily, his smile soft and so excited.
"Yeah, you are," said Tommy as he pulled Evan back into another mind-blowing kiss.
Ok BUT WHAT DID THEY PUT IN THESE TWO?? IM CRAZY??
i saw where someone's head gets stuck in a pumpkin on the halloween episode of 911, and I'd LOVE if you wrote that buck was pranking tommy or something and gets his head stuck in a pumpkin. If not, it's fine!
I stopped writing a very serious fic to do this instead... and it was so worth it! Thank you for the idea!
“Evan?” Tommy called as he entered his house. He'd seen Evan's Jeep when he pulled up, which was a surprise. He was supposed to be on shift for another two hours, not that he was complaining.
The house was still dark, lit only by the lamp in the hall that he'd turned on when he left for his shift last night. “Evan, you here?”
“I- I'm here,” a muffled voice replied from the living room, quickly adding, “Don't come in the room, please!”
Tommy's eyebrows furrowed. “Baby? Are you- What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be working?”
“Chimney convinced everyone I was cursed,” Buck yelled back, his voice still sounding like he was talking through some sort of device. “Bobby let me leave early. I- I think he might be right.”
Tommy slowly moved closer to the living room, the floor creaking with each step. “What's going on, Evan? You're freaking me out a little bit.”
“Okay, I-” Buck sighed. “Just don't laugh at me!”
“I will not laugh at you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Tentatively, Buck stepped out from the spot he'd been hiding, coming face to, well, pumpkin, with Tommy.
“Oh my God!” Tommy exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. Evan stood in front of him with nothing but a pair of boxer briefs on... and a giant pumpkin on his head. “What... What the hell?!”
“It's stuck.”
“I-” Tommy took a second to catch his breath. “How did... How?”
“I put it on when I knew you were close. I was gonna surprise you, you know?”
“You definitely achieved that. Why, exactly, were you surprising me with this?”
“Like,” Buck placed a hand on his hip, “sexy Halloween.”
And that's what broke Tommy. He couldn't help the snort that escaped him, tears pouring from his eyes in laughter.
“You promised!” Buck whined.
“I'm- I'm sorry! You have a p- pumpkin on your head, Evan!”
“Tommy!” Buck cried. “Stop! I can't get it off!”
“Okay, okay.” Tommy took a few seconds to calm himself down. He took a deep breath, then moved closer to Buck. “I'm gonna try to pull it off, okay?”
“I already did that,” Buck said, tugging at the pumpkin. “It won't budge.”
“Uh, well, I... Lube?”
“Did that too. You're gonna have to cut it off.”
Tommy felt around the base of the pumpkin, which was so close to Buck's neck that he couldn't even fit a finger under it. “I don't feel comfortable doing that. I don't have the right tools here.”
“I can't live like this forever, Tommy.” Buck knocked on the pumpkin head to emphasize the point.
“Yeah, I- I know. I'm gonna. I have an idea.”
There was a few seconds of silence. Way too much silence for Buck, so he asked, “What are you doing?”
“I'm calling- Yes, is Maddie Buckley available?”
“No!” Buck gasped, holding his hands out in front of him so he didn't run into anything as he stepped toward Tommy. “No, you aren't!”
“I am. It's all we can- Hi! Hey, Maddie. It's Tommy.”
“Tommy? What happened?”
“Oh, no, nothing. Um, I mean, well,” he stared at the pumpkin. “He's totally fine, but your brother did get into a bit of trouble.”
“What'd he do?” she asked curiously.
“He, um, he has a pumpkin. Stuck on his head.”
“He... He what?”
Buck tapped on Tommy's arm over and over until he put the phone on speaker. “Yeah. He put a pumpkin on his head and now it's stuck.”
“Are you,” Maddie paused, but Buck could've sworn there was laughter in her voice. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Unfortunately, yes-”
“Maddie,” Buck interrupted, “for the love of God do not let the 118 come!”
Okay, now she was definitely laughing. “Sorry, Buck, they're the closest to you. You know how busy Halloween is.”
“Maddie!”
“The 118 will be just fine,” Tommy said, and Buck crossed his arms, definitely pouting under the giant pumpkin. “I'd try to get it off myself, but it's pretty tight around the neck and I don't wanna risk it.”
“Is he having any difficulty breathing?”
“I wish!” Buck yelled.
Tommy sighed. “He's fine. Just embarrassed.”
“Alright. The 118 should be there in under ten minutes. I'll let you go, but Tommy?”
“Yeah?”
“Take pictures.”
“Oh, for sure!” Tommy exclaimed. He'd already snapped a few, head only at this point. “I'm taking video too.”
“Excellent! See you guys tomorrow for dinner. Bye, Buck!”
“Ugh!”
Tommy hung up the phone with a laugh before turning fully to Buck. “I'd just like to know what the game plan was here, Evan. Sexy Halloween? Like this? This is... This is a choice.”
“It's different!” He threw his arms up. “Role play!”
“Did you really think I'd have sex with you while you had that thing on?”
“You and Chimney kept talking about the movie Pumpkinhead! I thought there was something there!”
Tommy couldn't help but give Buck a fond look, even though he couldn't see it. “Evan, did you even look up the movie before you went with this idea?!”
A beat of silence, then. “No.”
“Pumpkinhead does not have a literal pumpkin for a head, Babe. Also, never in my wildest dreams would I want to have sex with that.”
“This is the last time I try to be adventurous.”
Tommy reached out and took Buck's hands. “How about we take an adventure to the bedroom and put some clothes on you before your team arrives?”
*****
By the time Tommy had helped Buck into sweatpants and a zip up jacket, the team was arriving at Tommy's house.
Tommy helped Buck sit at the dining room table, then headed for the door.
“Guys,” he warned as soon as he saw their faces, all trying to contain laughter. “He's very sensitive about this. Let's keep the jokes to a minimum.”
He got a few thumbs up, a nod, and Hen saying, “We'll be total professionals,” before he let them in.
The second they saw Buck, they all burst into laughter.
“This is the best day of my life,” Chimney decided right then and there.
“I gotta send some pictures to Christopher, Buck. This is. This is incredible.”
“What the hell were you thinking?” Hen asked. “I mean, I-” she wheezed, unable to to finish her sentence.
“Okay, guys,” Bobby stepped forward, “let's be professionals about this.”
“Thank you, Bobby!” Buck said, the pumpkin nodding back and forth.
“We'll have this pumpkin off you in no time, Kid.” He whipped out his phone, motioning to everyone around him, “But first we need a selfie. Here, Tommy, you've got the longest arms.”
As Tommy took the phone, Buck groaned, putting his hands over the front of the pumpkin. It didn't even cover half. “I hate you all!”
*****
They waved goodbye from the doorway as the team headed out of the neighborhood, then Tommy turned to Buck, the smile on his face growing. “Never in all my sexual fantasies would I have ever expected this, Evan. I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
Buck glared at him. “We're getting a divorce,” he said, tucking the torn pumpkin head into his side.
“We're not married.”
“We'll get married to get a divorce.”
Tommy cocked his head to the side. “Are you proposing to me, Evan Buckley?”
As much as he tried to fight it, Buck couldn't contain his smile. He rolled his eyes, biting at his bottom lip. “What if I was?”
“I'd say I think you should move in first.”
He laughed. Then he realized Tommy wasn't laughing back. “Wait.” Buck's smile turned to shock. “Wait, are you being serious?”
Tommy nodded. “What if I was?”
“I- I'd say okay. Yes, I mean. I'd say yes.”
“For real?” Tommy grinned wide, his face scrunching up in the way Evan loved so much. “You wanna move in?”
“Yes! Of course I do. I knew this pumpkin head would be good for something!” he exclaimed, lifting it up between them. “Should I put it back on?”
Tommy took it out of Buck's hand, tossing it out the door before grabbing Buck by the waist and bringing him in close, “Absolutely not,” he said, pulling Buck in for a kiss. “But I do admire your dedication.”
Buck's smiled returned. He cupped Tommy's jaw and kissed him again, deeper this time.
After a few seconds, Buck parted with a grimace. “What's that smell?” he asked.
Tommy picked a seed out of Buck's hair and tossed it over his shoulder. “It's you, Evan. You smell like gourd.”
With each moment becoming critical as the ship is flipped upside down, Athena and Bobby take charge, seeking methods for rescue while navigating efforts to guide survivors to safety. Hen defies protocols in her search for Bobby and Athena.
decided to post this in case it brightens anyone's day 🫶 anyway he's a cutie!! 🥰
I told him that we liked 8x5 and are excited for 8x6, and put emphasis on how much we enjoyed his portrayal of tommy (his microexpressions!!) and that we hope he has fun playing tommy 🤗🥰
Tommy Kinard in bear form ❤️ loving his Henley
Look. At this. Clown. And all the little baby clowns that worship him.
This is embarrassing for multiple reasons...
1. As a "fan run" news account you are failing. A news account like what you "run" Trenton, should always be neutral, because when your faithful followers finally realize you've been baiting them all this time... T... it's going to hit you hard. This is why I personally recommend anyone who actually likes information that's not biased, to follow @911bts
2. Anyone... ANYONE who understands these characters and this show should also understand that there is absolutely NO WAY jealous, gay Eddie is happening. That article suggests that Eddie is nothing but the sad, lonely third wheel. And fair... the dude has driven away pretty much everyone in his life.
3. It says Eddie is in MOURNING over Christopher leaving. There is no time in Eddie's life right now to be jealous on any romantic level whatsoever.
4. "Now it's time to figure out who the hell he is." <- this does not mean his sexuality. Eddie had always been something for everyone else and I truly believe that's why he can easily fall into being a somewhat messy friend to Buck... because Buck doesn't need Eddie to be anything other than his friend.
In short. Yall are playing yourselves and I'm flabbergasted you can't see it.
playing this on repeat for the rest of my life