This Is What Will Keep Me Going During This Hiatus ❤️

groomzilla buck for a prompt

“What is this?”

“Lilies.”

“I know what kind of flowers they are, Enrique, I'm wondering why they're in front of me.”

“For the wedding,” Enrique replied with a shrug.

Buck stared down at his clipboard, lips pursed, nodding slightly before looking back at Enrique. “We talked about ranunculus and peony in ivory and coral peach. There was nothing said about lilies.”

“I know Mr. Buckley, but these lilies are beautiful and they would cost you less-”

“No no no no,” Buck interrupted. “I don't want lilies. Lilies stink. Lilies smell like a funeral. I do not want my wedding to contain the smell of death, Enrique!”

Tommy and Eddie stood in the kitchen, watching the interaction happening in the living room from a distance.

“Should we be doing something?” Eddie asked.

“Probably,” Tommy answered.

Eddie looked over at him expectantly. “Well?”

“Oh, this one's all you, Bud. I took care of the caterer yesterday.”

“You're the one marrying the guy.”

“You're his best man.”

Eddie put his hands on his hips, puffing his chest slightly. “Coward.”

Tommy matched his posture. “Scaredy-cat.”

Eddie shot him a glare, then held his hand out in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Tommy sighed. “Fine. But not a best of three this time. One chance.”

“Deal.”

Tommy counted to three and they held out their hands. Tommy paper, Eddie rock.

“Damn it!” Eddie exclaimed, a grin on Tommy's face.

“Shoo, shoo,” Tommy said, “Go on. I can't afford to lose a third florist.”

Reluctantly, Eddie made his way over to Buck. It seemed to be perfect timing, as Buck was starting to go into a detailed history of floral arraignments and why his choice was superior to anything Enrique thought would be a good idea.

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie began, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him away from Enrique.

“What is it, Eddie? I'm busy.”

“Yeah, I can tell. I just needed to talk to you about the suits that I and the other grooms-people will be wearing.”

Buck's eyes widened. “What do you mean? Is something wrong with the suits? Are they the wrong color? Light peach with black, double breasted. Eddie, it's supposed to compliment Tommy and I's black suits,” he continued, starting to panic. “Please, tell me there is nothing wrong with the suits!”

“Oh my God, Buck! Cool it!” Eddie exclaimed. He should have known better. “There's nothing wrong with the suits.”

Buck brought a hand to his chest, breathing deeply. “Thank God.”

As Eddie continued to distract Buck, Tommy made his way over to Enrique. The poor man's hands were shaking as he fiddled with the floral arraignments.

“Enrique,” he began, his voice soft. “I just wanted to thank you for all the help you've given us over the last couple weeks. I know you've had to put all this together rather quickly.”

“Yes, Mr. Kinard, thank you. I do appreciate you.”

“And I know my fiance can be-”

“Scary.”

“-a lot to handle, but he really means well. I'll make you a deal, Enrique. You give Evan the flowers he wants, and I'll give you a tip so large you'll be able to afford that trip to Yosemite with your wife that you've been saving up for.”

Enrique's eyes lit up, a smile rising on his face. “Are you sure, Mr. Kinard?”

“I promise. Now, I am going to need you to do one more thing.”

“Yes, Sir, anything!”

“I'm gonna need you to leave before Eddie loses Evan, okay? Judging by the look on his face, you're only safe for like twenty more seconds. I will bring your flowers back to your shop later this evening.”

“Oh, um, yes!” Enrique replied, already heading for the door. “Thank you, Mr. Kinard.”

“No, thank you, Enrique.”

Buck realized Enrique was leaving just as he opened the front door and headed out. “Hey!” he yelled, starting after him. “Hey, excuse me!”

Eddie raised his hands in surrender, going back to the kitchen to eat the cake samples Buck rejected from the baker.

Tommy managed to get a hold of Buck's arm, stopping him from following Enrique out of the house.

“Tommy, I gotta-”

“It's been taken care of, Evan,” Tommy assured him.

“Wha... How?”

“I asked nicely.”

When Buck opened his mouth to argue, Tommy stopped him by pressing their lips together. Buck instantly melted into the touch, maneuvering himself until he could wrap his arms around Tommy's waist, clipboard still in his hand. Tommy brought his own hands up to cradle Buck's face, deepening the kiss.

“Y- You can't keep getting away with that,” Buck said breathlessly, pulling back just enough to speak.

“Getting away with what?” Tommy asked with a smirk.

“Calming me down with kisses.”

“Now that's a major accusation, Mr. Buckley-Kinard.”

“Ugh!” Buck whined. “You know how weak that makes me too.” He pulled Tommy close again, kissing him more passionately this time.

When he froze suddenly, Tommy opened his eyes. “What'samatter,” he mumbled against Buck's lips.

Buck disconnected himself from Tommy. “Wait a minute,” he said, quickly moving toward the kitchen. “Eddie, I swear to God you better not be eating the cake rejects! I have to write the baker a detailed explanation as to why all his options are insane!”

“Tommy!” Eddie yelled, his mouth full. “Come save me! Bring your lips!”

LOU

Would Lou singing at the dog biggie be another singing clip???

yes!!! thanks for the reminder, because now i also remembered another video he sings to a dog 🐶

sharing my vision of chimney dragging tommy into a comedy b plot and rambling to him at 6 in the morning until tommy says flatly, "i left a very shirtless man in my bed for this. get to the point."

2x12 / 8x16

bucktommy endgame am i right folks

I will never get over the fact that if Tommy hadn't saved Bobby that day, the 118 as we know it would never have existed.

on this season finale day, just a friendly reminder that the CANON gay firefighters have, indeed, very much kissed

Sad no 911 day to those who are mourning it 😞

LOU!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰