#because they were NOT gonna let another Gerrard take over THEIR station

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

The funniest interpretation of the bet surrounding how long Bobby will last as captain of the 118 is that the bet was created not only because it’s so goddamn hard to captain a station in Los Angeles, but also because this specific station is just chock-full of feral firefighters. We like to laugh at the current members of the 118 for being constantly unhinged, but I truly believe that had Bobby been anyone else, his bet would’ve been lost before the end of the first week. The 118 firefighters were yearning to be adopted by this equally unhinged midwestern gourmet chef, and we all KNOW that Bobby needed the 118 in return. But mostly, I’m just convinced that all the captains between Gerrard 1.0 and Bobby were driven off by the sheer horror of seeing how the 118 firefighters operate on the daily (in life and on the job). Bobby is the only one who knew how to roll with the chaos.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Okay, pulls out pitch notecards, idk who will want this, but I'm making it. It's based heavily on this post @kinardsboy wrote, but it's gonna be BuckTommy not Rocker/Buck. So, here's the gist:

25-year-old Tommy, barely just getting his life together, maybe a year after Gerrard was kicked out of the 118, and almost a year since Tommy has come out, stumbles across 19-year-old Buck terribly stealing a bag of chips from the grocery store. And usually, Tommy's policy when he sees people steal food is no, he didn't, but there's no way Buck's going to be able to hide that bag of chips, he does not have the right jacket for that, and even then, bad choice in food to steal.

This starts up a conversation that ends up with Tommy buying the chips for Buck, taking Buck to get dinner because Tommy's been in that position before (possibly kicked out of his home or left it young), and hears Buck's story - he fucked up at community college, ran away from his terrible parents who were just going to judge him, tried to get his older sister to run with him and leave her abusive husband, but instead ended up with a car. And he had decided to live as far away from his parents as he could think of - California.

This ends up with Tommy letting Buck couch surf at his place until Buck figures out what he wants to do with his life, gets back on his feet, or at least gets a job. Because Tommy has slept in his car before and that was never great. Having an address, even a temporary one, is also good for a job search.

Tommy lets Buck join him at the station maybe the next day or after a few days and Buck falls in love with it. The idea of helping, the comradery, the people. He finds the newest of a long string of captains at the station, Bobby, to be admirable. He wants to become a firefighter. All the while, Tommy is thinking about how he misses flying. He had signed up to be a pilot for the military, but one wrong relationship with a terrible guy who happened to have a lot of power cost Tommy and had him discharged early. Which honestly might have been for the best, but Tommy still felt drawn to the sky.

Buck and Tommy encourage each other to pursue their dreams. Tommy helps Buck get through the fire academy and Buck pushes Tommy to apply for a transfer to Harbor Station. Buck drags his feet on finding a new place once he starts his time as a probie at the 118. It becomes a little more complicated for Tommy to get through all the red tape of becoming a full firefighter pilot due to how he was discharged from the military. Still, Buck manages to be a probie with enough pay to at least move into his own place and Tommy gets that transfer he's been waiting for.

It's bittersweet, but they're happy for each other, even if they're not sort of living in each other's pockets any longer. And there's a loneliness in both of their newfound senses of independence, but there's something healthy about it; something good.

And maybe they're both sad that they're drifting apart. Tommy isn't sure if anyone at the 118 really would even want to keep in touch, let alone Evan. And Buck is reluctant to overstep.

But they meet each other a little over a year later, on Buck's twenty-first birthday since Eddie (who had joined as a probie alongside Buck and became fast friends with both of them) invited Tommy to come - that he knows Buck would want him there. Tommy had thrown Buck's twentieth, after all. Why wouldn't Buck want him at his twenty-first?

And Tommy isn't sure. He's not sure if he's actually wanted, but he takes a leap of faith. And Buck's in a good place - a fantastic place since Tommy met him about two years ago. And Tommy's more confident and in a better place too. And they decide, yes. They can pursue this. It felt like wrong timing before, but now, with them both in good places and happier people and the power dynamic equal, they can fall into the feelings they have had for one another maybe since they first met.

So.

I'll be working on that soon.

[peppermintquartz]

General, bucktommy

Bad News

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"You're not gonna believe this."

Tommy is still distracted with taking off his shoes, so he doesn't see Evan's expression when he replies, "What, you're pregnant?"

The pause that follows is very pregnant. Tommy glances up from his laces which have tangled together, his eyebrows shooting up.

Evan is frowning at him. "I'm being serious."

Whoops. Tommy pulls off his shoes and goes to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek in apology. "Sorry," he says. "I shouldn't have been facetious."

"No, you shouldn't have," says Evan, hugging Tommy briefly. "Because it's bad news."

Tommy's heart sinks. Evan is moving away because of an emergency. Evan has discovered that he really is just an ally. Evan is going to apply to NASA and go to the international space station and never returning.

Evan is talking. "...he looked so smug in the station, like he has any right to be there after all the shit he put Hen and Chimney through, and I swear if I'm left alone with him I might just punch him in the nose, insubordination be damned."

"What?"

"I know, right? Fucking Gerrard is captain of the 118 again. Hell, if Bobby doesn't get to come back I'll transfer out or, or I'll quit. Be a personal trainer."

Tommy's mind is in a whirl. Gerrard is back in the 118? Tommy was one of those who sent in the complaints - he'd finally grown the balls to want to defend Hen and Howie from that asshole, but he had not dared to speak up openly. He's now at Harbor so he's safe from retaliation, but Gerrard saw him and Evan at the medal ceremony and he made that gross "fairy" insinuation...

"...Tommy? Babe, you've gone white as a sheet. You okay?"

Tommy exhales. "Yeah. I, uh. That's really lousy news. But you don't have to quit, no matter what, okay? And don't assault him. He's not worth it."

Evan smiles but the light isn't in his eyes like usual. "Yeah I know. But I can fantasize about it, can't I?"

If Tommy hasn't been thrown off kilter about Gerrard's return, he would be joking about how the only man allowed in Evan's fantasies is himself (and Keanu Reeves), but he just smiles and pats his boyfriend's arm. "I'm gonna go take a shower. If you're hungry, start dinner without me."

The water is hot enough to scald. Tommy shuts his eyes and lets his head fall forward. How much does Gerrard know about Tommy? Is he looking for petty revenge? Will Evan be targeted?

He wants to scream. It's like having to deal with his dad's bullshit again, except this time, it's not Tommy who is going to get to deal with it, it's someone he loves, and there will be very little he can do. He punches the wall, just hard enough to feel the impact on his knuckles but not to crack the tile.

You're not worth the time or money I spent on you. You're a shame and a failure. I shoulda seen that you're useless from the time you were born. You're supposed to be better than this. You're supposed to be like me, like the men in our family. All you do is cry. It's all your mom's fault. Don't come running to me when you don't even know how to punch back. Don't you dare take that tone with me. Don't you dare call that boy. Don't you dare walk out of here. If you do, don't ever come back.

He turns off the shower, his father's words still stinging in his ears. Gerrard is going to hurt Evan somehow, Tommy knows it, because Gerrard will want to hurt Tommy. Because that old man thought Tommy was just like him, that Tommy would turn out just like him, the way Tommy's asshole of a father used to think.

It's sickening. He could have turned out like them, if he hadn't had Hen and Howie to show him better, if Bobby hadn't shown up to teach him better.

God, please protect him, Tommy thinks. He begs. I'll even go to church. Just keep him safe.

After another deep sigh, he towels off and gets dressed. The less Evan knows how much he's freaking out over this, the better.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Angst mpreg aaaaaaaand pregnant buck series!!??!! 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ooooooooh I’m also sat!

angst mpreg is the fic where Buck goes into labor, gives birth to healthy baby girl, but then he has complications and he's in coma. Tommy has to take care of the Sky by himslef (and with 118 fam help ofc ) and go over the fear to lose Buck. He tries to cope by telling the Sky their love story mostly about pregnancy but not only. So it's a fic where present mixed with flashbacks

snippet:

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s your godfather Eddie,” Eddie smiles, looking into the baby blue eyes. He knows they will get only darker and brighter like her daddies’. He is just interested if her eyes will be like Buck’s electric blue, or Tommy’s intense steel blue. 

Buck once gave him a long lecture about how he and his husband had different blue eyes and his daughter better take as much from him as she could because he's the one pregnant and he would ground her if she’s Tommy’s mini copy. 

Eddie chuckles from the thought, with wet eyes, “he was joking, by the way, sweetheart. Your daddy will never make you do anything you don’t want to. And will never punish you for something that just can't be your fault. He loves you anyway. The way you are. And no matter what your eyes’ color is gonna be anyway it will be perfect like you already are. Perfect little princess.” 

He strokes little round cheek, leaving a light kiss there, trying hard not to cry. He should be stronger for his friends, for Tommy, for Sky, for Buck. He should be the rock of the family right now. Because Tommy, Sky and Buck need him. Buck was protector of him and Chris for a lot of time, it’s Eddie’s time to be protector of Buck’s family. Be the best godfather ever possible. 

“I know we should have met not like that,” Eddie whispers through a lump in the throat, “your daddy and papa should have introduced you to me officially, letting me hold you after they will take you together from the hospital. But, unfortunately, your daddy's dumb luck struck again, but,” Eddie lets the most beautiful baby girl clutch his finger in a firm grip. He grins at this, kissing her hand like a true princess, “your daddy is a fighter. The strongest man I know. He will fight the hell to get back to you and your papa. And till then I will be here to make sure your papa takes care of himself. Because I know he will take the best care of you. But not of himself. I won’t let him forget about himself I promise.”

Sky brings his finger to her lips, which she has clearly inherited from Buck, and begins sucking on it.

“I guess it's your way of telling me you're hungry,” Eddie scoops her in his arms, “Let’s go make the bottle and eat, shall we, princess?

and pregnat Buck series is series of little fics where Buck is pregnat

furst fic I plan during 8x1 and bc of Gerrard Buck is close to lose the baby, but it never happends. Another part is where Buck is insecure about his body and faints bc he stopped eat as much as he should

little snippet from this (it's a draft of draft):

Tommy rushes through glass doors, running to the nurse station. "My boyfriend, Evan Buckley, was brought somewhere 30 minutes ago. He fell." "Mr. Buckley is brought to the room number 3. He's waiting for his OB Dr. Frost." "Thank you." "Evan! Baby, god i was so scared when they called me. How are you? What happened? How's the baby?" "Hi, Tommy. I'm not bad, still a little dizzy. Idk what happened. One moment I was making myself breakfast and coffee for Eddie the other I'm falling and Eddie is screaming my name. Eddie brought me here. The baby is fine. Eddie caught me so I hadn't really fall, but he still decided I need to get checked" "Good. It's good" "Buck" "Dr. Frost" "As you were almost due for your weekly check up I made them do the tests and I'm not happy with results. You fainted bc of lower hemoglobin level than you previously had and, before they put you on IV, you also had really low sugar level. And you seriously not gained weight as you should. And this all makes me … You always had perfect weight gained. Not too much, not too little, sugar lever was on point too, but now. What's wrong? You have bad morning sickness? Can't keep food down?" "No, it's - it's not. Is baby ok?" "Baby is perfect. They are growing as they should, but Buck if you can't gain weight as you should it soon would effect not just you, but your baby too. Let's not put more risk to the pregnancy and find the way to help you with keeping food down." "I-I don't have problems with keeping food down. Or craving any. I-I just" Buck sighs. "Ler me guess," Dr. Frost has warm smile "you started feel insecure about your body and how much you eat?" Buck nods. "I see. I'd ask you to talk to our therapist as we deal with phycological reason, if it's fine with you." "I'd love it, but mostly I know what caused it. Everyone around me made some comments, not even bad ones, but" "But it made you insecure" Buck nods. "Do you have therapist who can work with this with you?" "Yes, I work with my therapist for years." "Good. Then I can discharge you. And Buck, next appointment I want to see you gain everything you hadn't for this one and more to be on point, ok?"

Buck nods with a smile.

Tommy sits in front of him. "I was one of those people, right?" "Tommy, you" "I was, right?" "You was."

p.s I habe 2 more mpreg fic in plan

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Hi! From the soft angst prompts, ❛whatever you do, do not let go of my hand.❜ for Bucktommy?

I'm Here to Save You

Every firefighter knows the saying: three bad calls are followed by a disaster. Fate had obviously decided that this was one of those days, Buck thought as he rolled up the hose at lightning speed. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong three times today: a mistake on connecting a hydrant had soaked them all, Eddie had sawed his foot open while breaking up an overturned car, and a novice driver, blinded by the sun, had crashed into the fire truck. In the end, everything had turned out quite well, even though Eddie was in hospital for safety reasons and the fire engine now had a large dent. But still…

Gerrard was mad as hell, and everyone else was tense. Buck was counting the days until Bobby's return (he'd be back for sure), but the day was far from over, and everyone had categorized the three missions for what they had been: crap.  

"Something's gonna happen," Chimney gloomily stated.

"Yeah, I don't think we'll be getting off work on time today," Ravi quipped.

"Don't jinx it," said Hen. "Three jobs in a row, totally screwed up. That’s bad luck, you should know that by now." 

"I don't believe in such things."

A heated discussion about superstition and statistical probabilities broke out, and normally Buck, who was a walking encyclopedia when it came to such details, would have joined in. But not today. He looked ahead, through the windshield, and remarked thoughtfully, "Looks like a thunderstorm approaching."

"Nothing in the weather report," remarked Gerrard tight-lipped. Chimney, who loathed the guy intensely, interjected, "Thunderstorms can often be reliably detected only one to two hours before they arrive."

Hen ignored them and nudged Buck, "You don't think..."

"Yes, I do," Buck replied. "Three bad missions, one disaster. A thunderstorm is the icing on the cake.“

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Half an hour later, the sky was heavily clouded, and the sound of thunder could be heard from the distance. The 118 had completed another mission, successfully this time, and was on its way back to the station when the radio crackled with a message. 

"Lightning strike at Pier 17, harbor area, reinforcement requested for emergency services on site."

"They have their own fire station," Gerrard remarked with an ugly laugh. 

"Wait a minute," Buck said, his brow furrowed with concern, "Pier 17, that is the firehouse, isn't it?"

"Station 217, yeah, 2 stands for the southern neighborhoods, 17 for the harbor section," Chimney said, looking at Buck.

"Confirm," he pressed out between clenched teeth, giving Gerrard a challenging stare.

"What, Buckley?"

"Confirm the mission. The 217 needs help."

"We'll be at the harbor in ten minutes, Captain," Hen said in her calm voice. 

"We're one man short after we dropped the Latino at the hospital."

"His name is Eddie," Buck said dangerously calmly, "and we've managed all the other missions without him. Confirm the assignment."

"It would be a shame," Chimney intervened, "if the chief hears that we were so close and haven't made our fire engine available to the 217."

Gerrard glared at him and reached for the radio.

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It was ironic that, of all places, it was the fire station that was on fire, Buck thought. As they reached the harbor, the clouds poured down with heavy rain, and lightning flashed furiously across the sky. Buck looked up grimly. It would be ridiculous to develop a fear of thunderstorms just because he had been struck by lightning once, right? The statistical probability was... well, very low. It definitely wouldn't happen again. 

The fire station of the 217 was already completely engulfed in flames, and with it almost all the equipment – including their own fire engine. The 221 had been close enough to take the assignment, and they were happy to see reinforcements, because the fire was... a beast, Buck thought in surprise, realizing for the first time that Tommy was stationed here. The hangar was only a hundred yards from the station, and now Buck spotted him: Tommy and two other men were trying to prevent the fire from spreading to the hangar. 

Gerrard was busy looking busy and putting Ravi and Hen to work. Chimney and Buck exchanged a single glance, then took off running towards the hangar. 

"Damn it, report in,  Han and Buckley!"

"We're doing our job, Captain," Buck yelled, not even taking a glance back. 

The fire came dangerously close to the hangar, but so did the thunderstorm: at that moment, it seemed like heaven opened all the floodgates. Hail pelted down on the men, and Buck could barely see where they were running. Sometimes, rain was a firefighter’s friend, but this… this was no longer a fire to be impressed by the elements. The lightning must have struck an electrical distribution board, because the smoke and the huge flames were repeatedly accompanied by sparks. 

"Watch out," Chimney shouted over the roar of the fire, and Buck jumped out of the way of a splintered cable just in time, it was flashing across the floor, sparkling dangerously. Tommy turned, and his eyes widened as he recognized them.

"Didn't want to miss this, did you?" he called out, but Buck noticed the concern in his voice. The station was probably completely destroyed, and if the fire hit air support as well... 

"We wanted to see if you were any good in firefighting," Chimney replied, "but I'm afraid you've taken on a lot."

Thunder roared and a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Buck flinched. 

"Don't think you can do much here," Tommy said and briefly laid a hand on his arm. "You might as well…"

"You need us," Buck replied curtly, a wry little smile on his lips. "It's just a thunderstorm."

There was clear doubt in Tommy's eyes, but he nodded. "We need to shore up the back of the hangar," he said, "it's close to the bank, and it's sloping. There were two lightning strikes, the second one hit a fuse box behind the hangar and set off a kind of chain reaction."

"Who builds a hangar so close to the water?" asked Chimney, shaking his head.

"Someone who didn't expect something like this to ever happen," Tommy returned. 

They circled the building, which the others were still trying to keep clear of the fire, and now Buck saw what he meant. It was barely visible from the front, but the hangar was actually located on a hillside property that sloped steeply down to the sea. High waves would rarely be a problem here, and there was normally no danger of landslides – the hangar was actually in an ideal position for helicopter launches both for missions in the city and across the water. But then the storm somehow got out of control. 

Three deployments, one disaster, Buck thought as he looked at the mess. Perhaps the harbor building had once been a warehouse, because behind it was one of the smaller harbor cranes used in the past to transport heavy loads. It hadn't been in use for a long time, but the fuse box, which was also located back here, had. It was charred black, burnt through, and hissing with sparks like an angry snake. Tommy had said that lightning had struck. The force had apparently torn one of the power cables from its ground anchorage and hurled it towards the crane, which now resembled the Leaning Tower of Pisa. 

"It takes very little to crash into the hangar," Chimney said, "Or it tears off a chunk of the slope and crashes down," Buck added, pointing to the crumbling soil beneath the crooked crane. 

"Both, I'm afraid." Tommy looked at both men, all cheerfulness gone from his features. "We need ideas."

"And tools, I should think, wait," Chimney said, turning and running off.

"What the..."

"He knows what he's doing," Buck went. "Probably fetching the winch. In the meantime, we could…"

His voice trailed off as he carefully approached the crane, pushing a heel into the ground to test it. 

"I was thinking about the pile of firewood," Tommy said with a gesture to his back, and Buck raised his brows. "You're storing firewood behind your hangar?"

"Collection point for Forest Service," Tommy replied with a shrug. "The 217 is not a particularly glamorous fire station, Evan. We share the ground with other tenants."

"Your captain allows this?“ Buck remarked, shaking his head, "But well, sure, with those big beams there we could…"

He didn't get to finish the sentence. Another bolt of lightning crashed across the sky, directly over the water, so close that the sudden brightness stung Buck's eyes. A memory flashed through his mind, glowing like the lightning that had struck him and stopped his heart. Buck staggered back.

"Evan?"

Tommy's voice seemed to come from far away, and through the rain, still streaked with hail, he was all but a blur. Buck’s feet failed to find a hold, but it wasn’t until his stomach dropped that he noticed something was very wrong.

"Evan, hold on!" Tommy yelled, and Buck finally realized that he was falling. His mind kicked in again, or maybe it was just instinct, he jerked his arms. His fingers clawed into earth that slipped beneath his fingers, wet from the rain. Panicked, Buck realized that his feet were dangling in the air, and he was slipping. Then, a violent jerk, and something, someone, grabbed him by the wrists. 

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Strands of wet hair fell into Buck's eyes, but that was the least of his problems. He didn't dare look down, but an ominous rumble that was clearly not thunder told him that the crane wouldn't last much longer. And he was right in its path, should it tip over. 

A face appeared at the edge of his view, the most beautiful blue eyes Buck knew, yet there was fear in them. Impossible, Buck thought. Tommy isn't afraid of anything. However, perhaps this was a situation in which one should be afraid. Buck was hanging over the precipice, about to be hit by a crane, and all that was holding him up were two strong arms, pulling painfully at his own muscles.

"Hold on," Tommy repeated, his voice commanding, and almost automatically Buck clasped the hands that held him. 

"Whatever you do, do not let go of my hand, do you hear me?"

Tommy's eyes sought his, and Buck blinked. 

"'S fine," he croaked, and Tommy shook his head. "It’s not, stop deflecting and listen. I’m gonna pull, and I need you to support me with your knees or feet. Imagine you're mountain climbing, okay?"

"Tommy, the crane…"

"You will not think about the crane," Tommy ordered, his eyes flashing. His voice sounded strained. I'm heavy, Buck thought. "You will just listen to my voice. I'm pulling now."

He moved with a groan, and Buck felt as if his arms were being dislocated. The pressure on his wrists was immense, and he frantically tried to find some kind of grip on the sloping terrain with his boots. 

"You... will ... not... let go," Tommy gasped, as if it were some kind of mantra, and so Buck didn't let go, no matter how much it hurt or how hard it was. Progress was piecemeal, the ground was slippery and it was still raining. Buck winced with every thunderclap, but the lightning seemed to move away. His stomach dropped when Tommy slipped once, but he held on to him, and once, he himself lost a foothold that he had just gained on the slope. He still held on.

It seemed to take hours, but in reality, Chimney told them later, it had been less than two minutes. He approached at the same moment Tommy pulled Buck up. Buck slid across the damp ground and banged his nose into the soil, but he was safe. Or so he thought. 

"Look out," Chimney roared, but another roaring was even louder, announcing danger.

Tommy looked up when the crane lost its grip, and his eyes were wide as he grabbed Buck by the collar and took what he later would call– in the safety of Buck's bed and with some pride – a masterful Muay Thai jump. They rolled over the ground, dangerously close to the edge, and the crane fell very, very close to Tommy's left foot. Earth pelted down on them like rain, a deafening crash sounded, but... They were safe. 

Tommy came to rest on top of Buck, looking at him in amazement, as if he couldn't believe they'd pulled this off. He sucked in a breath and said, "Every day with you is a disaster, Evan."

"That was fate," Buck replied timidly, and Tommy laughed.

"Definitely," he replied, and when he kissed him, the world stopped for a moment, and it was wonderful. 

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Thank you so much for this prompt, I had fun :) A03-Version