#and the tags being tommy kinard is an asshole

[pxrxmoore]

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[bucktommyscones]

Reprieve

Hi again, it's me, I'm the problem, it's me. I really didn't intend to write anything tonight, but I have too many words in my head. This is another fic, this time super short and sweet, for @bucktommypositivityweek round two, day 4: supportive boyfriends. I hope you guys like it!

bucktommy - Words: 554 - Rating: T - Complete

Tommy thinks Evan looks hot like this, sweaty, hands taped and punching the pads Tommy's got attached to his hands as Evan hits right, left, right, left and rants. Too bad this rant is about a man who made Tommy's days at the 118 his most miserable days in the closet. "I don't know how much more I can handle," Evan pants out with one more hit before putting his hands on his hips and folding in on himself at the waist. “What was it today?” Tommy asks, not sure if he wants to know. Evan is silent for a moment then he stands to his full height and says, “He asked me if faeries like to fly on the top or the bottom.” Tommy thinks about that one. He knows what Gerrard is going for but- “That doesn’t even make sense.” Evan throws his hands up in frustration. “I know! Like, if you’re going to be homophobic, at least make it good!” “He’s probably running out of ideas at this point.” Evan blows out a breath. “I know you said you wanted to avoid telling me what to do here, but I’m going crazy.” Tommy moves forward to wrap his arms around Evan’s waist, pulling him in. Evan wraps his arms around him in turn and practically sags against Tommy, so much so that Tommy’s more or less holding him up. “I have avoided giving you advice about this because I’m just not sure I’m the right person to do it,” Tommy admits. “I dealt with him by staying closeted and being an asshole.” “You did that to survive,” Evan points out, not for the first time. “I know but I still don’t feel great about it.” “I know,” Evan says. “If you could do it differently, what would you do?” “What you’re already doing,” Tommy says instantly, then motions to Evan’s curly hair, which he stopped using straighteners on three days after Gerrard started. They’re adorable and currently ruffled from the practice but Tommy freaking loves running his fingers through them at any given time. “He hates those right?” Evan grins. “Oh yeah. But it’s still within regulations so he can’t do anything about it. So what, keep changing my appearance? Should I grow a mustache like Eddie?” They both say, at the same time, “Nah.” Tommy laughs a little. “No. I am saying you could just annoy the shit out of him. You could go at him with a clipboard? Find all the regulations he’s missed because there have to be like a hundred by now.” “He’s a hypocrite,” Evan says and Tommy shrugs, because yeah. Gerrard always picked and chose what to follow and what to ignore based on what suited him. “But yeah, that’s an idea. Weaponize my powers for evil. Excellent. Thank you. I know you haven’t wanted to tell me what to do about this, but you’ve been a godsend for just, like, keeping me from killing him.” “Can’t hold you like this if you’re in prison,” Tommy points out, hearing the fondness in his own voice. “True.” Tommy smiles and kisses his cheek. “Do you want to keep going? We haven’t eaten anything for dinner yet.” Evan gives him a squeeze. “Make out in the shower first?” Evan, naked and wet in the shower? “You’re on.”

tag list: @desert--moonchild, @sazzynatural, @multishippinghussy, @mmso-notlikethat, @tommy-kinard-buckley,

@sunnywithachanceofbi, @sleepywinchesters, @buck-up-buckley, @manifestingchaoticvibes, @corvid-cryptidd

@lbltpsmspenguin, @theotherbuckley

[beanarie]

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard

Additional Tags: Making Up, Injury Recovery, Episode Fix-It: s08e06 Confessions (9-1-1 TV), Fix-It

Published: 2025-01-13

Words: 905

Chapters:1/1

--A teaser--

"You said I don't know if what I'm feeling is about you or about Evan Buckley's First Boyfriend. But how about this? When you left, I didn't miss my big fat queer relationship; I missed you. The smelly soap you use to get the engine grease off your hands. Your horrible cut-off hoodies-"

"You like those."

Buck can't argue with multiple instances of sticking his hands in the gaping holes to grab Tommy's chest. So he moves on. "It's not about being with a man. I can find another man, one who's less of an asshole."

"Hey," he says, thickly.

[ravi-is-my-beloved]

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In fact I think if he did make a complaint at all, which we don't know if he did, but if he did then only after she made the good call where she and Chim saved the kid. Because during her speech directly before that call, he is not looking approving like Chim. Sal even nods along, but Tommy looks indifferent. So of course this isn't factual canon either, but I think if he did complain, it was at the very last moment. Not during the weeks when Gerrard (and Tommy) were being assholes towards Hen.

For literal weeks now that I've been scrolling through the 911 abc tag and being present in fandom (because before this season, I was just a casual viewer), I've always been rubbed a certain way when seeing people bring up him making a complaint about Gerrard as factual evidence. So I just had to rewatch that scene, just to make sure that what I was saying was factual.

And yeah, he only truly become nice to Hen when she and Chim saved the kid. So him making a complaint at the last second on her behalf is probably more plausible.

But anyways, there's no concrete evidence that he made a complaint anyways.

We've seen Tommy not only participate but also be complicit when it comes to Gerrard's racism and misogyny. When seeing people say that he made a complaint against Gerrard, it's not hard to be wary of said fans.

Because there's no actual evidence that he would've been incentivized as having done so. He had been watching it all and participating in it, there's no reason for him to complain about behavior he himself displayed towards Hen.

But anyways, I mostly made that post because I was just tired of people using it as factual evidence, when it's not factual, at all. And yeah, part of it was me soft-launching myself as a Tommy Kinard hater, but again, mostly because I was tired of the misinformation that was being spread.

[snarkythewoecrow]

It's technically Wednesday and I started a new WIP tonight!

Definitely been tagged for WIP Wednesday in recent weeks, but haven't had anything, so here you go, and tagging @buckybeardreams, @underwaterninja13, @theotherbuckley

Been struggling to write but got some words down tonight, so here you go. This is BuckTommy, only the first scene (which is sorta a ficlet by itself I guess) Some angst and introspection, and then some soft hurt/comfort will come later in the fic (please forgive typos it's super late and this is a draft)

“Oh, Evan.” His mother never seemed to say his name without a slathering of curdled disappointment, withering came to mind, thinking back now as an adult when he pictured her saying it, the sagging lines where there should have been creases from her smile. 

Neither of his parents had ever been able to say his name without some soured pinch to their lips.

Sometimes even Maddie seemed tired when she’d say it, no matter how much she loved him, not to the degree his parents did, with that trademark exhaustion, but enough to leave him feeling like a wraith for it, as if speaking his name sapped the life from her veins like it did his parents.

And love him or not, Maddie couldn’t fix him—not in the way he needed.

No matter how many band-aids she placed over his broken, bleeding skin, it wasn’t her love that had left his chest an echo chamber. That hollow place had been created for a parents’ love that had never taken root. 

So, he'd left—looking to fill that ache with something—finding a new family with the one-eighteen and starting over with a better name. Because where Evan had been said with a sigh, a grimace, annoyance—Buck could be said with a teasing and playfulness that his old name never could. 

Yet, beneath his skin, Evan had never felt more alone, scared of losing everyone and being forgotten, and so Buck sought comfort in the heat of others, in their skin, changing his shape to be what was wanted, trying to fill the void.

He drank from that well until he nearly drowned in it.

Except that a person, like a house, can’t stand divided—or more directly, ignoring a part of yourself didn’t erase it, nor any of the wounds that made you want to hide it away.

Especially when lightning stops your heart, and you dream of another life—one just a shy step to the left—close but just wrong enough to leave you rattled when you choose life, only to wake to your parents' faces as they say your name. 

That same cadence and tone—the whined note of pity as his mother says for the thousandth time in his life, “Oh, Evan,” somehow still almost sounding disappointed.

Perhaps she always would be—probably internally screaming at the unfairness that Buck had returned from the edge yet again and Daniel never could.  If that weren’t enough for another few years of therapy alone, he didn’t know what would. 

Their near-awkward attempts at caring in the After, how his mother’s voice still thinned across the bridge of his given name, nearly snapping and falling off the other side, reminded him of its wrongness of just how lonely that part of him would always be—a reality where Evan may never be said without pity or contempt.

A house divided—and it might have stayed that way, if one Tommy Kinard hadn’t arrived, looking like a brick shithouse with a sexy cleft, short-circuiting his brain and making him stumble over his own name.

“Buck—Buckley,” Buck had to clear his throat, scrubbing his palm over the pocket of his jeans before shaking Tommy’s hand.

“Your name’s Buck Buckley?” Tommy raised his brows, nose scrunching a bit. “Did your parents really hate you that much?”

Buck hadn’t missed Eddie, hiding his snort of laughter behind a fist, as he pretended to be working on the tailgate. Asshole.

He’d sent a glaring squint in Eddie’s direction, subtly flipping him the bird, then turning back to Tommy. “Uh, actually, somehow I have no doubt they did—or still do—but, um, yeah, anyway.” He rubbed the back of his neck before dropping his hand. “Hi, I’m Evan—um, Evan Buckley—though most people like Buck better.”

And then, Tommy had done something unexpected—his eyes tightened, the soft blue made brighter by the afternoon sun, seeming to search Buck’s own before suddenly turning softer, then crinkling at the corners. “Well, if it’s okay with you,” Tommy said. “I think I’ll stick with Evan—I got a feeling he’s a pretty interesting guy, too.”

[fiyaerrigan]

Tagged by @perfectlysunny02 for Several Sentences Sunday again!

The bit I'm posting here is actually pretty old (pre-8x06 old!) but I'm posting it anyway bc I wanna post *something* despite being way too out of it to come up with new material 🤷 lol

Have some more Urban Fantasy AU, this time with Tommy narration!

Tommy had been lonely and withdrawn that first night away. He didn't know Sal well, back then, and the both of them were confused, wondering why in hell their fathers wanted them to spend time with a total stranger who wasn't even in the same year at school. Tommy's under no delusions Mr. DeLuca let him stay out of the goodness of his heart. Sal had chalked it up to Tommy’s dad being a frequent flier at the bar—for Mr. DeLuca, refusing Tommy's dad meant refusing his best customer, and business wasn't so good that he could say no to the biggest tipper in town. His dad and Sal's dad spoke one language: cash. Tommy knows his dad paid Mr. DeLuca for his trouble—at least until Sal had warmed up to him—because why call it a favor if my kid actually wants yours around, eh, Kinard? Tommy's dad probably had a ball the first time the DeLucas insisted it wasn't a problem. Hell, he probably broke out the good liquor for Gerrard and his boys. Nothing better than a rowdy full-moon party at an undisclosed location. It was probably one of the times where Tommy didn't see his mom for days afterward. There were plenty of those, with the way his dad was, but Tommy knows one thing after years of hindsight: his dad being happy in the same radius as his mom was always a bad sign. A happy version of his dad, plus the assholes from Gerrard's pack to encourage him? That would have spelled disaster. It meant that Tommy would have spent a long time at the DeLuca’s, away from his mother and father both. It meant that Tommy's mom would have been the one to pick him up, days later, with four-pronged scratch marks on her arms and bite marks covered by thick sweater sleeves. 

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[eddiestightywhities]

MORE THAN SEVEN SENTENCES MONDAY

tagged yesterday by pookies @inell and @kitteneddiediaz for seven sentence sunday, so here i am a day late with this silliness xp

this is more from my spanish-speaking pining jealous!eddie fic where our fave babygirl is currently partaking in a bit of internal tommy-bashing—DO NOT READ ON IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS CONCEPT. anyways, he honestly doesn't hate the guy in this story... apart from when he thinks about tommy and buck together, and then he really, really does lol

WARNINGS: self-loathing, mild disassociation and self-harm via digging fingernails into skin (kinda sounds heavier than it is imo).

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Buck is currently not single.

Buck is dating. Buck is dating another firefighter. Buck is dating another firefighter who is a man. Buck is dating another firefighter who is a man who is not Eddie.

Buck’s dating Tommy. Yeah, Tommy fucking Kinard.

Tommy Kinard, the LAFD Air Operations pilot who used to be in the army just like Eddie. Tommy Kinard, who flew him and Eddie to Vegas to watch a live Muay Thai match because they both love Muay Thai. Tommy Kinard, who is into baseball statistics but doesn't necessarily care to watch actual baseball games in the same way that Eddie is into baseball statistics but doesn't necessarily care to watch actual baseball games. Tommy Kinard, who Buck was so desperate to get close to that he practically crippled Eddie to make it happen. Tommy Kinard, who is now well on his likely smug way to becoming Buck's Significant Other—hell, Eddie would be smug if it were him.

Eddie would like to know what exactly it is Tommy has that Eddie doesn't (his sanity, probably).

The only reason he isn't here is because he's on shift, gracias joder. And the reason Eddie is thanking fuck for the fortuitous timing of events is because he's not sure what he would have done if Buck’s boyfriend had joined them this evening. Actually, no—no, that's an outright lie. Eddie would have bailed if Tommy had come over; Tommy always comes over when he can and Eddie just doesn't think he can take seeing him and Buck together anymore. In fact, he thinks he'd rather chew off his own arm. Although he's almost started wishing Pilot Boy had made an appearance tonight, just so Eddie could feign a migraine and be allowed to go home alone and be the Unhinged Depressive Loser that he is in peace.

Only vaguely aware of entering the daydream-like space just to the left of fully present—where the Bad Decisions part of his mind seems to travel to whenever these kinds of feelings surface—Eddie's only partially registering the unhealthy half-moon shapes forming in the heels of his palms from where short fingernails are trying their best to break the skin.

He's left wondering when exactly it was that he started internally referring to his buddy, Tommy, as Pilot Boy. Actually, he isn't all that clear on whether the term ‘buddy’ can even be used any longer, not since the dynamics between Tommy and Buck changed and Eddie stopped hearing from Mr I Fly A Helicopter Because I Am So Much Cooler Than You. And sure, the most likely reason for that is the way Eddie kept brushing the guy off as though he were an unwanted piece of lint on the lapel of Eddie's suit jacket, like the first class asshole Eddie can be when he wants to. Tommy probably gave up the ghost roundabout the same time Eddie stopped sending texts altogether a fortnight-ish ago. But honestly, it's whatever. Because Eddie just cannot find it in himself to give a single shit about whatever buddyship may or may not have been about to blossom between him and the person still in his phone contacts as T-Dawg—not when the sneaky fuck went and stole away his Buck.

Ask Eddie if he cares about how childish he's being.

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tagging, play or nay: @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch @woodchoc-magnum @eddiegettingshot @mazzystar24 @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @treasurehuntbuck

[darkjediqueen]

Tommy & Bruiser Part 14

Title: Tommy & Bruiser Fandom(s): 9-1-1 Relationships: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Temporary Tommy Kinard/Other Men, Background Pairings Tags: Tommy Adopts A Dog, Fluff, Getting Together Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sex, Discussion of Domestic Violence, Discussion of Stalking, Discussion of Harassment Summary: Tommy's life changes when he meets a shivering mess during a fire. Word Count: 118 for each day Author Notes: For @118dailydrabble

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Day 79-Invasion

"It's an invasion."

Tommy laughed and waited for the paws to climb up on him. He stayed on his front, Evan beside him. This was their normal position for this time of morning. When they didn't want to get out of bed, but kind of needed to. The bed was warm and comfy, while the world was cold and mean. 

"At least it's one that we like." Evan laid his head down on his hands, then looked over Tommy's shoulder with a smile on his lips.

It was Princess crawling on Tommy right now, and then Bruiser appeared in Tommy's line of sight, walking up Evan's leg and then over his hip. Tommy could stay like this forever. 

Day 80-Engine

Tommy saw the engine heading for them, and he was glad because there was no way the patient would make it. This park was the closest, and the 118 had been nearby. Their ambulance was already engaged in dropping off a patient, but they could at least get them there while Miriam worked on keeping them alive. She had her bags ready, and Tommy was ready to get the patient into the engine. 

Evan was driving, leaving most of the crew back at the fire with the ladder truck. It was a brief look, but watching how Evan turned the engine around to get them going again made Tommy wanna show him what his competence did to him.

Day 81-Reconcile

Tommy looked at where Bruiser was staring at Princess. The kitten was on the back of the couch, doing everything but looking at Bruiser. 

"What happened?" Evan asked.

"I tried to reconcile them, but it didn't work; now Princess is acting like he doesn't exist. Which I guess is better than growling at him."

"Do they do this often?" Evan settled down beside Tommy on the couch. 

Before he could get fully settled, Princess crawled into Tommy's lap. That made Bruiser move to sit in Evan's all.

"No, they don't. Just make sure he doesn't start to growl, and she probably won't." Tommy hoped this didn't last long. They could go for days, and that sucked so much.

Day 82-Search

"You'll find it," Tommy said as he dropped onto the bed. He waited for Evan to look at him before smiled at him. 

"I know, but I wanted to find it before we went to the store, just so that I don't have to go again. I thought I had bookmarked it, but now I can't find it anywhere in my bookmarks, and I looked at way too much stuff, and my history is just being an asshole."

"How bout I drive, and you can look at your phone the whole way? Search it out while we are heading to the store."

Evan grumbled but started to search on his phone again while Tommy finished tying his shoes.

Day 83-Abnormal

"It's not abnormal," Maddie said. 

Tommy looked at Evan when he started to laugh really hard. "I think I'm missing something."

"It was something from when I was trying not to talk about Eddie finding us on the date. I tried not to use a pronoun, and then I did. Maddie didn't quite let it go."

Tommy laughed when Evan did when Maddie shoved at him. It was the kind of thing that they did a lot and Tommy was glad of it. Their relationship had its ups and downs, but Tommy could tell they were strong together. He wasn't sure what kind of things would come out of their mouths, but he had gotten used to them. 

Day 84-Dance

Tommy looked up from where he was done dancing to the song. He reached out and shut off the CD player as Evan just stared at him. 

"What is that song?"

"Tubthumping? You've never heard it?"

"I think I have, but I haven't in a very long time. Was she really singing about pissing the night away?"

Tommy doubled over in laughter as he reached out to restart the song because Evan needed to hear the song in its entirety. There was no reason to rob him of that. The song had been stuck in Tommy's head the day before at work, and this was the best way to get rid of it. Tommy loved dancing it away.

Extra-Buzzkill

"You are a buzzkill," Evan said as he reached for the glass Tommy had taken from him. 

Tommy jumped back quickly enough to escape Evan and Eddie's reach. He sniffed the glass and then took a drink of it. It was strong as hell. 

"How about I make pizza?" 

The kitchen wasn't a mess because whatever Evan made had just been in the air fryer. Tommy looked at the trays, and he smiled. Whatever, Evan and Eddie had gotten up to his place; they were not messy, even when drunk.

When Tommy came out with food, Evan had more drinks on the table. At least he tried, and he might as well join them. It might be fun.