31. T1d. 💙 BSBA. She/her. Christian. Ally🏳️🌈 (but not the Evan Buckley kind). Fandoms: 9-1-1 verse (BuckTommy. Buddie. BuddieTommy. Tarlos. BlueRyan/Bryncest. EddieSal. EddiePriest.). The Rookie. Hawaii five-0 (McDanno). Brilliant Minds. High Potential. Top Gun: Maverick (hangster, floydsinshaw, icemav). Psych. Supernatural (wincest/j2). Cobra Kai (LawRusso). Gilmore girls. MacGyver (MacDalton, DesRiley). There’s more but those are where I’m most active.
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supernatural isnt a realistic show because if it was sam wouldve been using the fact that he was dean's siren as an argument ender way more. theyd be having some stupid fight and sam would be like hey remember when that dude seduced you by saying i should be your little brother and dean would be silent for the rest of the drive
Buck put their bottles on the table. ”We have a problem.”
Eddie glanced around. ”What kind of problem?”
”Tommy is here, with a date, and I'm going to kill him.”
”Which one?”
”Yes.”
Eddie looked around the bar, trying to spot them. ”Do we know it's a date?”
”It's a man, what else would it be?”
Eddie looked at him for a beat. ”Isn't that homophobic? Assuming they're together, just because they're both men?”
”… Shut up.”
Buck slumped in his seat, doing everything he could to angle his body in a way that meant he couldn't catch an accidental glimpse.
Of course Eddie couldn't leave well enough alone.
”Wasn't gonna say anything–”
”Then don't.”
Eddie looked at him pointedly. ”You dress like him.”
”Like who?”
Eddie dialed the look up. ”I don't think dressing like your ex-boyfriend is healthy.” His eyes went up, then down. ”Or doing your hair the way he likes.”
”I'm not wearing his clothes.”
”Oh, so you went out and bought clothes that your ex would wear.”
”When it comes to exes, you don't have a leg to stand on.”
”…Fair.”
Buck dug his nail into a gouge in the wooden table top. He felt a little guilty for being in a pissy mood, but not enough to stop.
Eddie didn't seem bothered.
”What are you do– Stop looking at them! They're gonna notice!”
Eddie slapped his hands away. ”The guy – don't we know him?”
”What? No.” Buck followd Eddie's line of sight. ”No, we don't,” he said, even though he looked familiar. Why would Tommy's date look familiar? How could Buck – and Eddie – possibly have met him?
”He's a captain.”
”No, he is not,” Buck scoffed. Yes, he was. It was the fucking captain of the 122. Tommy was dating the captain of the 122. ”I need to piss.”
”What?” Eddie said, then more urgently, after Buck was already moving, ”Wait!”
Buck didn't heed him any mind. He needed a second, and starring at a bathroom wall was a good an option as any.
Just as he got his dick out, someone stepped up to the urinal two spots down from where Buck was standing.
Oh, christ.
The guy did a double take. ”Buckley.”
”Do I know you?”
He frowned. ”What's with the attitude?”
”What attitude?” Buck muttered and looked at his dick, willing his bladder to empty faster.
”Wow, OK,” he huffed. ”I suggest you get it out of your system, so you don't pull this shit in the field.”
Buck shook himself off and did his pants back up. ”It's Deluca, right?”
”Captain Deluca,” he said over his shoulder, standing at the sink. ”Although,” he said conversationally, ”Tommy only ever calls me shithead.”
Buck washed his hands with a single minded focus. ”Weird thing to call your boyfriend.”
Deluca looked at him for a long moment. ”I'm gonna tell him you said that.”
”What? No.” The bathroom door was already swinging shut, and Buck's hands were dripping wet. Hastily, he wiped them on his thighs and his overshirt, and tried to touch the door handle as little as possible.
It was a small bar. Deluca barely needed a head start to make it to Tommy's table before Buck did. Deluca was all smiles when he made it.
Buck pointed, ”He's a liar.”
”Evan?” Tommy looked surprised.
Oh, fuck. Well. It didn't take much to outsmart Buck. Made sense Deluca was the captain and not him.
”Hi.”
”Hi.” Tommy sat forward in his seat. ”What're you doing here? Who are you with?”
”Eddie.” Buck flapped is hand in the general direction of where he'd left Eddie. ”Who's your friend?” he asked and made eye contact with Deluca.
”Oh, this is Sal,” Tommy said. Sal grinned. ”Was gonna say he's my best friend, but your standard is Eddie and I'm not sure we're there yet.”
Deluca's smile fell. ”The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He glared at Tommy.
”If you die, I'm not getting your kid.”
”I don't have a kid.”
”You have a dog.”
Sal gripped the back of Tommy's chair and said, ”If she outlives me, you're taking her out back and burying her with me.”
”You want me to kill your dog?”
”Yes.”
”You're a firefighter who smokes. She's gonna outlive you.”
Deluca put his finger in Tommy's face. ”Every one of my grandparents made it to a hundred.”
”Christ, I've got fifty years left of this shit?”
”How fucking old do you think I am?”
”Oh,” Buck said.
Both of them looked at him and said, ”What?” in unison.
”This is why you didn't introduce us.”
Tommy looked a little embarrassed. Deluca looked between them. ”What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
”You're crazy,” Buck said.
Deluca looked at Tommy. ”Thomas.”
”No.”
”Thomas.” Tommy tried valiantly to keep Deluca out of his face, but it wasn't happening. ”Explain to me what your boy toy is saying. I know it's an insult.”
”You don't think crazy is an insult?” Tommy asked.
Buck didn't feel like killing either of them anymore. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, ”You know what, I'll just … Eddie.”
Tommy looked a little stricken, but he had to pay attention to not end up on the floor, so he couldn't follow Buck.
If his mood wasn't so shit, Eddie's face would've been hilarious. ”I tried to warn you.”
He slumped into his seat. ”Warn me about what?”
”I saw him go for the bathroom right before you did.” Eddie touched his shoulder. ”What happened?”
”They're not dating, they're friends. It's captain Deluca of the 122,” he muttered. He drank the last of his beer and reached for Eddie's. Eddie pushed the bottle into his hand.
”122? We work with them all the time.”
”Yeah,” Buck pouted.
”Why the face, man? If they're not together?”
Buck shrugged and put his head in his hand. ”They're best friends and I never met him. I didn't even know his name.”
”That sucks.”
Both of them jumped when the table was jostled. Tommy looked harried. ”Sorry,” he put his hand on the table, even though it was too late to hold it in place. ”I, uhm,” he pushed a hand through his hair. ”Sorry about him. He's not fit for polite company. Hi, Eddie.”
”Hey.”
Tommy turned to Buck. ”Can we talk?”
Buck winced when Eddie kicked him under the table. ”Sure,” he pasted on a smile. ”Why not.”
Buck followed Tommy outside and a few paces down the sidewalk, where Tommy turned to him.
”I never meant to– Why are you wet?”
Buck looked down at himself. Oh, it looked bad in the light. ”Don't worry about it.”
”Right. OK,” Tommy nodded. ”Sal and I … It's not that I didn't want you to meet him, I did, but not– Not now. Or you know, then. We've been friends for a really long time and-and he knows things about me that I didn't want you to know.”
”Like what?”
”He knew me in the closet,” Tommy said. ”He didn't know I was in the closet, but he knew me when I was.”
”OK?”
”That was not a nice time in my life. Not just for me, but for everyone who knew me.”
Buck shifted on his feet. ”You couldn't have told him not to share that?”
”No,” Tommy shook his head. ”You can't really tell him what to do. He used to be worse, if you can believe it. This is him on his best behaviour.”
”How did he make captain?”
”He's good at his job.” Tommy took a breath. ”It's not just Sal, it's a whole … thing.”
Maybe Buck should have paid more attention to the ABV on his beer, because Tommy was making no sense. ”What?”
”I hid a lot from you, when we were together. I'm not proud of it, but I didn't know how not to.”
”Like what?”
”The messy parts,” Tommy said, not taking his eyes off the pavement. ”I only wanted you to see the nice parts, the parts of me that made you want to invite me to your sister's wedding, not the, you know.”
”The real parts?” Buck offered.
Tommy winced, but nodded. ”You're so put together, I didn't want you to look at me and think I fell short. I don't do the whole family dinner thing, there are no children in my life, no nice people, nothing like you have.”
Buck looked down at him. ”Are these your going out jeans?” There was a hole on the knee.
Tommy looked at himself. ”I mean, yeah.”
Buck blinked at him. ”Tommy. Did you buy new clothes to impress me?”
”Yes.”
”I watched you work on your car.”
”I made you believe those were my garage clothes, not my everyday clothes.”
”Why?”
”Why? You iron your shirts.”
He could feel himself pout. ”Only the ones with buttons.”
”I don't own an iron. I pay the nice man at the dry cleaner's, when I need my dress blues.” Tommy pointed at he bar, ”That in there? That's what my life looks like. It's … it's crass, it's gallows humour, it's … it's a far cry from you.”
”So?”
”I wanted to be nice to you.”
”You were,” Buck said. ”You are. Why would you think you'd have to change for me?”
Tommy shook his head. ”I've seen your exes, with their made up faces, and their nice hair. I've seen your family. You're a nice boy.”
”Oh, so you're stupid.” Tommy blinked. ”You know how many times I've jerked off to your flight suit? Your dirty flight suit?” Buck asked. ”Do you not remember me blowing you in those slutty little Muay Thai shorts? While they were dripping with sweat?” He took a step closer. ”I like you, Tommy.”
Tommy didn't move.
Buck gestured with his hands, ”I'm worried about the structural integrity of this whole situation here, but that doesn't mean I'm not into it.” Christ, the inseam of those jeans was frayed to shit. ”So, what, you have a whole drawer full of new jeans now?”
”Kind of.”
He looked at Tommy's legs. ”Sounds to me like I could rip those off of you and you'd have backups at home.”
”I like these jeans.”
Buck met his eyes. ”You have jorts, don't you? Home made ones.”
Tommy frowned in confusion. ”Who doesn't have jorts?”
”How many t-shirts sleeves have you cut off?”
Tommy looked at his lips. ”More than I can count.”
”How low do you cut them?” Buck stepped closer. ”Are your nipples out?”
”What's the point if my nipples aren't out? It's plausible deniability.”
Buck didn't know what the hell he was thinking, all he knew was that he wanted. ”Do you have underwear with holes in them? Are you wearing them right now?”
”I'm not wearing any.”
They were close enough for their chests to touch. Buck made a hungry sound.
”It's laundry day, but Sal wanted to go out.”
”Dump your friend and take me home,” Buck demanded.
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People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.
I'm sorry, you expect me to believe that Hangman intentionally played Slow Ride, and then walked up to Rooster with that cocky little smirk, and they haven't fucked at least once in the past? You're insane
Thinking about Bradley 'anger management issues' Bradshaw and how he gets extra snippy when he hasn't gotten off. His temper gets frayed even more easily, he's so much easier to rile up.
Now Hangman notices this, because he is AN EXPERT in Bradley Bradshaw and getting him to lose his cool. Thing is during the training for the mission Jake is a little taken aback because Bradley is on a hair trigger even for him. So, Jake starts digging, and he uncovers the whole Goose/Maverick connection. He wants Bradley to blow up, thinking it'll get it all out of Bradley's system. He is SO WRONG.
Because the thing is they are friends of a sort, they used to be close friends, fucked, then awkwardly kind of no-homo'ed their way through the morning after and then kind of distanced themselves from one another, splitting their previous close-knit friend group a little. Deployments come and go and it eases things a little but they never get back to what they had before (both totally think that fucking each other ruined their friendship, however if they had just talked they'd have realised they were mutually pining for each other).
They've both gone and had other relationships, (one of them got married, has kids/step-kids and is now divorced), and now they've been thrown together into this mission and Jake is trying to figure out what Bradley's deal is, so he eventually corners him and demands some answers. Suspects he knows the rough outline.
Sure enough, this is when Bradley admits he hasn't had sex with anyone in over 18 months. How he hasn't even been able to get off in about five months and Jake's mind is BOGGLING (also he has his answer as to why Bradley is wound so tight). Then, because he often speaks before thinking he offers to help him out. In the interest of saving everyone else from his bad temper.
And Bradley is SUPER hesitant, because he feels like their friendship has only just started recovering a little from the last time they fucked and that was a decade ago. Jake counters and says that if they've done it once and managed it'll just get easier. Practice and all that, right?
Bradley agrees and then Jake proceeds to blow his back out seven ways to Sunday and Bradley is suddenly in the BEST MOOD. Everyone notices. Bradley isn't just pretending to be in a good mood, he IS in a fantastic mood. Natasha is suspicious. Jake pleads the 5th.
Then he's picked for the mission and he thinks Jake is going to be mad at him, but instead Jake is dropping to his knees and sucking him off, fast and urgent. Jake doesn't say anything but Bradley feels like there are unsaid words now. Bradley's going to talk to Mav and sort that out, he and Jake are managing to still be friends and he's happy about that.
After they get back, all safe and sound, Jake pins him to the bed and rides him, Bradley just has to lie there and take it. Again feels like there is a whole conversation being had in the silence between them. Kind of imagining Jake crying and breaking down, finally feeling like he can. And Bradley is shook, because he didn't realise Jake cared about him this much or this deeply.
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Day 1884 of ‘how the literal FUCK is someone with twice or three times the college education I do so SOO fucking stupid and careless”
Literally how is someone w a DOCTORATE who used to be an INSTRUCTOR IN THIS PROGRAM submitting a form designed for a totally different program than the student they’re evaluating is enrolled in, then student and SELECTING THE CORRECT COURSE NUMBER BUT SOMEHOW NOT SEEING THE MISMATCHING PROGRAM TITLES BEFORE SUBMITTING IT what the actual fuck I should not have to be policing this stupid piddly shit. Like how is it that I have to double and triple check forms for people who are paid so fucking much more than me and have to correct them? Make them redo their own shit?? How are you not checking this??? And these people are NURSES TEACHING NEW NURSES like these little details could translate to disastrous consequences if they’re this careless in the clinical setting like they are with the paperwork they’re turning in to me
I was wondering about the bunker having a sauna and couldn't stop thinking about it
i think sam dean and cas would all enjoy a sauna, but i think sam would do it the american way in swimming trunks or even worse in gym clothes, dean would go in completely nude aka the right way idk i love how safe he feels in the bunker, cas struggling to understand which level of nudity is okay at different social gatherings is very funny to me like he's either drowning in layers or nude, i think he did some research and chose to use a towel like most people do he is #NORMAL. jack goes in nude because dean does that is his little duckling <3
Thinking about how Bradley and Jake are BOTH the masculine manly man 💪 AND the damsel in distress 💅, it just depends on the current situation which one is which:
If there’s a bug in the house, Bradley handles it swiftly, heroically, and proficiently (while Jake dances a panicked jig on a table pointing and shrieking at it).
If the Bronco needs an oil change, Jake is laying under it with a flashlight in his mouth mumbling for Bradley to hand him the wrench. “No, no hon, that’s not a wrench. The long shiny thing with the C shape on the end. Yep, that’s the one.”
Jake’s mouth gets him into trouble, but he’s absolutely not a fighter. When the big drunk guys at the Hard Deck get tired of his snarky yapping and square up with him, Bradley quietly slides between them with a look. 95% of the time the drunk guys are intimidated enough to back down, but the 5% of the time fists are swung, Rooster lays them out quick.
Jake “I’m almost done with the back porch I just need to make sure the joists are level and then I gotta measure and cut the rest of deck boards, but I don’t like the flat cutoff so I’m gonna lay them at an angle and just made the porch a little bigger” Seresin
Bradley “…are you telling me those little lines without numbers on the measuring tape actually mean something??” Bradshaw
Jake sets the stove ablaze trying to fry an egg. Bradley swoops in (before Jake panic-throws his coffee on it) with the fire blanket that he bought for just such an occasion and smothers the fire while Jake frantically tries to fan the smoke away from the blaring smoke alarm.
Jake and Bradley both foam at the mouth witnessing the competency of their Big Strong Man in his element. 🥰
Bonus:
“Got it!”
Bradley and Jake, peaking hesitantly into the garage: “…are you sure??”
Natasha: “guys, it’s a bat not a fucking pterodactyl.”
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