#powersuitup

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(your username is perfect for the suit one btw)

👔 — Tommy shows up at the firehouse in a suit. Buck has feelings about it.

"Do you have to go?" Evan doesn't break the bounds Tommy sets, keeping a small amount of distance between them even as he comes to stand between Tommy's thighs.

That pink, sulky pout and those lust-blown pupils and the wall of bothered heat radiating from Evan is almost enough to make Tommy forget about his responsibilities.

Almost.

Evan's hips sway forward and Tommy's hands move to meet them. Stop them. His aggrieved sigh fills the dense air. He doesn't have the kind of power to postpone today, but even if he did he wouldn't use it because they need his help with the defence and he gave his word.

"Would you really want me to blow them off?"

"I got somethin' you could blow.."

"Evan." He tries to sound stern, he really does— but he can't help the way he finds Evan's shameless desire delightful, and his fondness comes through in a smile.

The cocky little grin Evan busts out makes Tommy want to kiss him about it.

So he does.

He guides Evan in by the back of his neck and he all but melts against him, tries dropping his jaw to deepen the kiss, hands sneaking up Tommy's thighs—

"Mh— nope, c'mon." It's partially his doing, he won't deny that. But they can't keep going in sexy circles like this or he's going to be late even if he does manage to escape with a more or less clean suit. Standing, he maneuvers Evan back towards the closed door with ease, and with only minor resistence.

"No fair," Evan whines.

Tommy spies the clock on the wall. He really has to get going, and it's a struggle to not dive back in for another kiss as Evan leans back against the door, the long line of his body inviting, tempting. "From where I'm standing, I don't disagree." Because duty calls, so he takes Evan's hand and leads him out into the bright hallway, his mind a carousel of all the ways he could make this up to his boyfriend later that night, and reward himself in the process, too.

🎓 — College AU.

Buck finds the door open and no one inside. "Uh, h-hello?"

A poster pinned to the wall catches his eye: it's a man with an intimidating physique and the bare muscles of his chest and arms glistening in the sun. Buck can appreciate a good workout when he sees the fruits of that labour. He wonders what this guy does to maintain the kind of body that essentially doubles his size. 

He takes in the rest of the image, noting the suspenders and the hose and the helmet. A firefighter. It's a calendar of half-naked firefighters, the kind sold for charity. He wonders if one of the dormers is related to a firefighter and made everyone buy one, or if it was a gag gift, or maybe—

"Can I help you?"

Buck flinches at the voice behind him, dropping the calendar page and jerking away from it like he's been caught looking at something he shouldn't. He was snooping. "Um, I—" He whirls around so fast he knocks the shelf beside him, knocking a small box onto the floor and scattering its contents. "Shit— I-I'm so sorry." He's on his knees gathering up the—sticks of charcoal?—before he can think.

"Oh, that's— don't worry about it, really." The guy drops to a crouch, reaching for a few wayward pieces.

Their fingers brush where they both place the charcoal back in the little box. Buck pulls his hands back like he's been burned. "M'sorry, I just—" For the first time he gets a look at this guy. "I'm.. lookin' for Tommy?"

"Well, you found him."

There's a small quirk at the corner of Tommy's mouth like he finds Buck amusing but Buck can't really focus on that because he feels too hot all of a sudden. Is there no air-conditioning in this crappy dorm? "Uh. Hi."

Tommy's smile breaks free and crinkles his cheeks and the skin around his eyes a little. It's a really nice smile. "Hi. You got a name?"

"Bu—uh, E-Evan. Buckley."

"Good to meet you, Evan." Tommy pushes up from the floor and extends a hand down to Buck. He raises his brows expectantly, and. Well.

Buck grasps his hand firmly.

Not that he couldn't get up on his own, but Tommy was willing to help and it would be rude not to let him, right? It doesn't even occur to him that he should support most of his weight as Tommy pulls him to his feet—because he's not a small guy. But Tommy isn't exactly lacking in the physical department either; he could probably book a spot on that firefighter calendar if he wanted.

🥺 — Alternate Canon: just friends with pining!Tommy and “straight” Buck, hurt/comfort.

It gets settled when Buck steals one of Tommy’s hoodies and he just burrows into the fabric with sweater paws.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

the way Terezi makes Dave fucking uncomfortable

that actually legitimately fascinates me, the growing discomfort he has with Terezi, how he starts off not giving her time of day, then being lured in by shitty drawings and his need for attention, and then as he gets closer to Terezi, there morbidity she slings around starts to actually chafe against him really hard, and they're both not really kind to each other.

I think that Terezi and Dave's relationship is actually really complicated and not as easy as "they got red feelings" or "they're besties" like its not those things, its something else, there's an inherent understanding between them because the gravity of their lives keeps them orbiting each other but also their coping mechanisms make them bounce off each other just as much, and

the things Terezi is drawn to about Dave are the Cool Things, which Alternian context has taught her to lionize. And yes, she's also drawn to Dave's moments of honesty, when she can pry them out of him, but the fact she will pry them from him makes him uncomfortable--

IT'S INTENSELY COMPLICATED AND I LOVE IT basically. and i wish that got more attention.

You got it! Sorry for taking so long, I promise I didn't forget I've just been putting writing off. 😅 Thanks for making me write!!

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“Roger that,” Captain Gerrard states over the headset to dispatch. He turns to face Buck and the rest of the crew in the back of the engine. “Alright folks, we got a late 20s female pinned underneath a fallen tree at a hobby farm. We won’t be able to drive the truck directly to her, so we need to bring our gear with us.” He briefly dictates their assignments, each of them nodding in assent.

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You were the only one who asked for this so you get a few more than five sentences :)

Picture decided not to attach, hopefully it works this time?

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🪑 "Hmm," Tommy hummed, considering, "would you want a threesome?"

"Maybe? Yeah? Kind of. I don't know."

"Ah, that clears things up."

"Shut up," Evan laughed. "I want to do everything with you. We spent enough time apart, and now I know I want to try literally anything you suggest. Make up for lost time, too. It's just -," he blew out a breath, "- it's Eddie."

"Hey," Tommy got an elbow under himself so he could look at Evan more easily, "you don't even need to consider it if this makes you uncomfortable. He's your best friend, and I know first hand how sleeping with your best friend can change your relationship."

⛓️ The man melts against him, and Buck can tell he needed this just as much. He buries his face against his dom’s neck, breathing him in and letting the scents of cologne, soap, and something else that’s just his dom’s natural scent comfort him.

“I’m sorry,” his dom says, voice muffled where his face is pressed into Buck’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I don’t normally - I shouldn’t have needed - I -”

Buck cuts him off with a soft, “Hey,” as he threads his fingers into his dom’s curls and pulls back enough to see his face. He’s clearly struggling, and yeah, he’s also been dropping pretty hard by the looks of it. His normally soft features are strained with barely held in emotion, and there are deep, dark circles under his eyes. Buck can’t stand it.

☕️ "Can I ask - never mind," Eddie stopped himself.

"What?"

"It's nothing."

"Eddie, what were you going to ask?"

"It's just," Eddie breathed deeply, then continued, "why did you do it?"

"You know why. I was scared. I am scared."

"Yeah, but - I dunno, man, that doesn't seem like the whole picture."

"I don't really know how to explain it other than that," Tommy said quietly, not able to look up from the bag of food in his lap.

Eddie left it alone after that, and the rest of the drive passed by in near silence.