#bucktommy amnesia fic

[hyperfocusthusly]

Forget Me Not - Chapter 3

Notes: established relationship, Tommy gets amnesia | rated: G | words: 2.5k

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He had managed to guide Tommy up off the floor. They sat in silence on the edge of the bed for a long time, Tommy’s breathing eventually evening out.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” He swallows harshly. “I’m fine.” He lifts up a hand, swipes at his face to catch the last of the drying tears. “Y-you can go, if you want to. I-if this isn’t working and you want to leave then-” He stops as Buck tentatively brushes the side of Tommy’s thigh, not quite brave enough to take the hand that’s resting on top.

“I just-” He takes a moment, images of the cracked picture flashing through his mind. “I just got a bit freaked out I guess. I thought you-” He fights the lump building in his throat. “I thought you would be more comfortable if I left. It can’t be easy, having a stranger in your house.”

Tommy turns to look at him, there’s something unreadable in his expression.

“But you’re not a stranger, you’re Evan.” He says it so simply.

They’re so close, Buck can feel Tommy’s breath on his cheek. He flicks his eyes up to the ceiling for a moment, takes a steadying breath. When he looks back Tommy is still exactly where he left him.

Tommy edges closer, tilting his head towards him. Buck is about to lean forward and close the gap when Tommy lets out a gasp and Buck pulls back immediately. Tommy’s eyes are scrunched shut and his hand shoots up to hold the injured side of his head, expression taken over by a wave of pain. Buck moves in front of him, arms on Tommy’s biceps to steady him as he threatens to fall forwards. He carefully goes through the checks on Tommy’s hospital release form. He is able to talk, lift his arms and his pupils had come up equal and reactive. The gash on his head was clean, still healing slowly, showing no signs of infection. Once Buck was sure Tommy wasn’t in any immediate danger, he takes a step back.

“You should get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow.” Tommy nods shallowly, flinching again as the movement sends off another bolt of pain. Buck loops one arm around Tommy’s back and cups his other hand around the side of Tommy’s neck. He is sure to keep Tommy’s head steady as he gently manoeuvres him down onto the pillows. He moves down the bed, gently lifting up Tommy’s legs and quietly tucks him in. He sits on the edge of the bed as Tommy settles. He thinks about going back to his room but the fear that was rooted in his chest kept him where he was. What if something was wrong? What if Tommy got worse during the night and he wasn’t there to help him? He decides to stay, there’s no way he’d be able to sleep if he didn’t.

He had just settled down on the bed next to Tommy when his phone pings. He flinches and glances over at Tommy, who is undisturbed by the sudden sound. It’s a text from Maddie.

Is everything okay?

He pinches the bridge of his nose, looks down at Tommy’s now sleeping form. He quickly types out a response.

Yeah, I’m going to stay. I got stuck in my head earlier, it wasn’t fair on him to just decide to leave like that. Thanks for having my back though 🫶🏻

He puts his phone down and rolls onto his side, so that he’s facing Tommy. They’re so close again. He reaches out and runs his fingers along the back of Tommy’s hand, up his arm until he reaches his shoulder. The comforter has slipped down so Buck pulls it back up, carefully wrapping him up. Tommy shuffles in his sleep and turns his head towards where Buck’s hand is resting on his shoulder. The bolt of his jaw brushes along the back of Buck’s thumb. He gently turns his hand over,  running the pad of his thumb along Tommy’s cheekbone, curling his fingers to cup his face. Tommy makes a small sleepy noise and nuzzles into his palm. Warmth swoops through Buck’s body, settles in his chest. He thinks about their near kiss, the vulnerability on Tommy’s face. The fear in Tommy’s eyes when he thought Buck was about to leave him makes Buck’s stomach clench uncomfortably.

“I won’t leave you.” He murmurs, edging a tiny bit closer to Tommy. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift off in the comfort of their shared warmth.

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When Buck wakes up the bed is empty. The clock on the bedside table tells him it’s the morning. He tries not to think anything of the fact that Tommy is not still in bed with him. He comes into the living room and finds Tommy, his back to Buck, looking at something in his hands. Tommy turns as he hears Buck approach. The ghost of last night’s pain still on his face.

“How’s your head?” Buck asks, he feels awkward. For how close they got last night, now it feels like he’s further away than ever. What if Tommy wasn’t still in bed this morning because he regretted their moment, or that he wasn’t comfortable with Buck being in the bed with him. He’d not thought about that last night, he’d just wanted to stay close, make sure he was nearby if Tommy had needed anything. In the cold morning light it was all he could think about.

“It’s okay, still got a bit of a headache but it’s not as bad.”

“You should take something for it, the medicine cabinet is next to the fridge.”

“I found it, but thanks.”

“Oh, yeah okay. That’s good.”

They fall into an uneasy silence.

“We should get some new glass for it.” Tommy gestures to the frame that he is holding, forgotten from yesterday. Buck scuffs his foot along the carpet, doesn’t say anything. Tommy turns to him fully, reaches out and hooks his fingers around Buck’s wrist.

“I can’t-” he stops, face twisting down in a frown. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you. A-and I’m sorry if I’ve been making it harder by not talking to you about it. I’ve just, just been trying to get it straight in my head but I don’t know-” He glances down at the picture frame again. “I don’t know what’s real. Like this picture, I can see that that is me and you, but it doesn’t feel like it’s me.” Buck starts to pull his arm away, he can see where this is going. It doesn’t feel like me, you don’t feel like me. Why would I stay with someone I can’t remember? Buck braces himself.

“But,” Tommy takes a steadying breath, “when you nearly left? I-” His fingers tighten around Buck’s wrist. “I knew that it wasn’t right, I don’t remember why I feel safe with you, I just know that I do. I remember how you make me feel.” His eyes flicker over to the front door, then back to Buck. “We aren’t supposed to be apart.”

Buck feels completely frozen. His mouth opening and closing around words that won’t come to him.

“A-and I know you want to go,” Tommy pulls in on himself, “and I have no right to ask you to stay.” He falters, worries at his bottom lip. “But before you do, I just wanted you to know that I know you’re supposed to be here.” Tommy takes a step towards him, something soft and pleading in his eyes. “We’re supposed to be here.” He says it so softly, so simply as if he hasn’t just made Buck feel like he could be knocked over by a light breeze.

Buck takes a deep breath, tries to stop his voice from shaking.

“I was only going because I thought you didn’t want me.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel like that.”

Buck chews on the inside of his cheek, looks down to where Tommy’s fingers are still wrapped around his wrist.

“Are you sure you want me to stay?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

——-

Over the next few days Buck starts to feel a little lighter. He is still following Tommy’s lead, answering asked questions, sharing more of their lives together. They sit on the sofa and look through photo albums, wishes for the moment that something will click into place. The moment where Tommy will look at him like he used to, ask how he could have forgotten anything of them. The moment doesn’t come and Buck tries to shake away the thought, be happy with the progress they are making.

Tommy also seems to have gone from sleeping more than normal to not at all. Buck can hear him shifting around all night and the bags under his eyes darken each day. He knows he should say something, but everytime he asks how Tommy slept he just brushes him off.

Buck’s in the kitchen, staring down into the steaming cup of Chamomile Tea he had just made. He didn’t even know if Tommy would like it, but the research he had done last night while he was laying awake listening to Tommy toss and turn in the next room had suggested it as a sleeping aid. He knows he needs to talk to Tommy about it, knows that he will avoid it all together if Buck lets him. He picks up the mug and starts into the living room. Tommy is sat on the couch, leaning on the arm, legs tucked up to the side. He doesn’t seem to be paying too much attention to the nature documentary on the TV. He’s blinking slowly, like he’s struggling to stay awake.

“I got you some Chamomile tea. You’re not sleeping properly and I thought it might help.”

Tommy startles at the sound of Buck’s voice appearing from behind him. He frowns.

“I’m sleeping fine.”

Buck had expected the avoidance, he takes a deep breath.

“I can hear you at night, pacing around. I know you’re not sleeping well. Is your head still bothering you?”

Tommy looks over at him from his seat on the sofa. Buck crosses the room and hands him a steaming mug, sitting down next to him, mindful of the space he leaves between them.

Tommy shrugs, the steam from the mug clouding his expression for a moment. He rubs his free hand across the back of his neck. He can see the worry painted on Buck’s face.

“It’s not my head, that’s been fine.“ He meets Buck’s gaze, tries for a reassuring smile. He’s not completely sure he pulls it off. “I’ve just been feeling a bit restless, like I can’t quite settle.”

Buck lets out a sound of frustration at Tommy’s words, irritation crosses over his face as he jumps up.

“Sorry I should have-” He stops at the sight of Tommy, immediately drawn in on himself, the grip on his mug noticeably tighter. Buck squeezes his eyes shut and chastises himself, he hadn’t meant to startle him. His hands squeeze together anxiously as he tries not to think about how quickly Tommy had shrunk into himself.  Instead he slowly kneels down by the edge of the couch, one hand balancing him against it, close to Tommy’s thigh.

“Sorry, that wasn’t at you. I just remembered something I should have given you when you came home. I just forgot because normally I’m with you-” He takes a steadying breath. “Normally I’m with you at night when you need it.” Tommy looks at Buck with confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“Stay there, I’ll go and get it.” Tommy watches as Buck vanishes from the room, listens as he bounds up the stairs and begins rummaging around in their room.

When Buck returns he’s carrying what appears to be a huge grey blanket. Tommy furrows his brow, unsure as to what could make this blanket more effective than the one he is using currently.

“It’s a weighted blanket.” Buck explains as he unravels it. “We got it last year when you were having some sleeping issues.  You don’t need it so much anymore, but I should have thought about it, sorry.” He leans forward and drapes the blanket over Tommy’s shoulders, smooths it down his chest. He carefully runs his hands around the outline of Tommy’s body, gently tucking him into the blanket. His movements a quick and practiced, clearly something he has done before.

The effect is immediate, Tommy can feel all the tension draining out of his body. Suddenly it feels like he doesn’t have any option other than to fall asleep. The couch dips next to him, the warmth of Buck’s arm presses against his own.

“Sorry I didn’t think of it before.”

“-s’okay.” The exhaustion of the last few nights creeps up and settles in behind his eyes. He blinks slower. “It’s working.” He was sure he had meant to make the sentence longer, but he couldn’t find the words. He thinks he hears Evan laugh. He likes that, he thinks through the sleepy haze, he likes to make Evan laugh. He catches himself as his head tips forward, jerks back upright. He should probably lay down, find a pillow at least. He looks around blearily, catches Evan looking at him, a soft smile on his face. He thinks about the other night, how safe he had felt when Evan had pulled him into his arms, let him rest in the crook of his neck. Evan tilts his head to the side, a questioning look on his face. Tommy decides that he should trust his feelings.

“Can I-” He means to gesture to Evan, but his hand doesn’t move like he wants it to. He tries again, but it bounces back down into his lap, deflected by the blanket he is cocooned in. He pouts, his brain sluggishly trying to find a solution. Evan laughs again and a part of Tommy’s brain lights up. Evan seems to have understood what he was trying to ask for. He shifts slightly sideways and slides his arm along Tommy’s back, pulling him into his body until Tommy’s head is resting against the column of his throat, carefully tucked under his chin.

“Of course you can darling, anything you need.” He murmurs. Tommy turns the hand gently resting on Buck’s chest and takes a handful of his shirt. The fabric is soft under his fingers. He can feel the warmth of Evan’s body seeping into him, the steady beat of his heart lulling Tommy away into the easiest sleep he’s had in days.

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[kinard-evan]

I got a fic idea:

Tommy & Buck met earlier on, sparks flying the moment they met, they date in secret, Tommy wants to go at Bucks pace but Tommy never shows up for their six month anniversary.

No one hears from Tommy again, Buck can’t ask anyone because they were dating in secret. Tommy still was getting used to being more open about his sexuality.

Buck is left heartbroken, years go by, he never told anyone about Tommy, he meets Sonia and they become friends.

On their daily lunch date he’s reminiscing when Sonia brings her grandson & his fiancé.

Little sneak peek

Oh! Look Buck, this is my grandson's fiancé! Remember how I told you how they met, what a story that will be told on their wedding day. A doctor who helped his patient that lost his memory but was there as a friend but fell in love. It’s funny how fate works don’t you think?”

Buck feels like his body is on fire, heart pounding, body tingling, there’s only been one person that has made home feel this way.

Tommy….

He’s scared to look at the man in front of him, all he sees is his shoes.

He sees a large, calloused, rough, veiny hand, which has an engagement ring.

“Hi, I’m Tommy.”

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

I wish you woud write a fic where either Buck or Tommy get amnesia

This made me laugh a bit, Anon, because my friends have said I should write an amnesia fic too, but I haven't had an idea for it yet. Hopefully you like what your request inspired!

Here be the silliest amnesia ficlet ever:

"Evan. Evan!" Tommy crouched down in front of his boyfriend, carefully feeling around his head for any bumps. "Look at me, baby."

His favorite pair of baby blues fluttered open, hazily looking around until they landed on Tommy. "Wh-what happened?"

"You got a little enthusiastic during your cooking and karaoke time," Tommy said, tilting Evan's chin so he could check his pupils. "You slipped—" He still wasn't sure how he'd managed that. "And went down hard. I think you hit your head on the cupboard. Does anything hurt? How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three," Evan said, frowning as he moved to sit up. "And mostly my butt and my elbow, but I think I'm okay." He stared up at Tommy with wide eyes. "W-who are you though?"

Tommy's heart stuttered in his chest. "I'm Tommy."

"Tommy," Evan breathed out. "We—we know each other?"

"Yeah, we do," Tommy said, swallowing hard. "I'm your boyfriend. Do you—do you not remember me?" How hard had he hit his head? They had to get him to the hospital—this was bad. This was really bad.

"Boyfriend?" Evan's lips quirked up in a way that had Tommy's eyes narrowing. "I think that's ringing a bell, but—I might need a little kiss to help me remember..." He chewed on his bottom lip, barely holding back a grin as he looked at Tommy through his lowered lashes.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Tommy laughed as he sat back on his heels—relieved and exasperated in equal measure.

"What about my kiss?" Evan pouted. "How am I supposed to remember my strong, handsome boyfriend—hmpf—"

Tommy pressed forward, putting his all into the kiss, into the reminder of exactly who they were to each other. "Better?" he asked, once they'd finally pulled apart.

"Much better," Evan agreed breathlessly. His face fell into a grimace as he shifted on the floor. "My butt still hurts though."

"Come on," Tommy said, as he helped Evan to his feet. "I'll kiss that better too."

"Best boyfriend in the world," Evan laughed, leaning into him.

"And don't you forget it."

(For this ask game.)

[leashybebes]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard ❤️❤️ here's a first taste of a post-makeup amnesia fic that i'm reluctantly adding to the wip pile, because i have no self-control whatsoever apparently.

Buck feels like he's slipped and fallen into a parallel dimension. Because it's not Bobby, or Eddie, or even Maddie and he's having weird sensory stuff that makes her hand feel extra large on his own. 

It's Tommy. 

In the seat next to Buck's hospital bed, chin dropped down towards his chest, snoring quietly.

Buck must make a noise, or move, or something, because in the space of a heartbeat Tommy's eyes are open and fixed on him.

"You're awake," he says, and his voice shows nothing but relief.

"Looks that way," Buck manages.

"Thank god," Tommy says, shooting Buck his most handsome smile, squeezing his hand. "I'm so happy to see you."

And some part of Buck is undeniably happy to see him too, but another, larger part of him is deeply, hugely pissed off. Really? It takes hospitalization for Tommy to show up? Buck thought he'd left hurting himself for attention behind years ago, but apparently not. Apparently all unaware, it's still the only way he can get the man he - the only way he can get Tommy to look at him.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, pulling his hand out from under Tommy's and folding his arms across his chest.

Tommy's smile falters a little. "Where else would I be?"

Buck shrugs, shifts his jaw. He is not going to cry.

"How would I know?"

"Evan - "

That's it. That's the line.

"I want Maddie. Or Eddie."

Tommy looks confused now. Concerned.

"Honey…Eddie's in Texas, remember? He's been calling me like five times a day, though."

"What are you talking about?"

"I - let me get a doctor, okay?" Tommy stands, looks he wants to reach for Buck. Doesn't.

i have no idea who's working on what right now, but we are in a primo fic era apparently, so if you have something to share, consider yourself tagged!

[ladyeyrewrites]

Another amnesia fic you say? Heehheheheheeh

💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭 😌🙂‍↕️

@typicalopposite you are taking your "make me write" duties very seriously and I respect it. This has been sitting untouched in my drafts since June and you've just made me double what I had already written:

Evan opens his eyes with a groan. At least, he thinks he opens his eyes; everything’s blurry and white like he’s staring into fog. He blinks. Groans.

“Buck!” he recognises the voice but not the name, but he must be imagining things because Maddie’s in Pennsylvania not Peru. Except, now that his vision’s clearing he sees the tell tale ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights of a hospital above him, hears the distant beeping of machines in other rooms, feels the rough scratch of a hospital gown against his skin.

“Maddie?” he turns his head and there she is, sitting next to him, eyes glassy and red rimmed like she’s been crying. “How are you here?”

“Of course I’m here.” She squeezes his hand, leaning closer. Her face is different, rounder, the lines carved deeper around her eyes and mouth. It’s been years since they last saw each other, but somehow she seems older than she should.

“What about Doug?” Evan asks. “Surprised he let you fly to Peru.”

“Buck, Doug’s dead,” Maddie says, frown deepening.

“What? How?” Evan asks. “And why do you keep calling me Buck?”

Maddie’s eyes widen. “Evan, can you tell me what year it is?”

Evan frowns. “2017. Why?”

Maddie’s eyes widen.

“What?” Evan asks. “What’s wrong?��

Before Maddie can answer, the door to Evan’s hospital room opens and man he’s never seen before enters with two cups of coffee. Evan’s mouth goes a bit dry at the sight of his broad frame and well defined chest that’s barely contained under a tight-fitting henley. God this guy is ripped, but who is he? And why is he giving Maddie coffee?

Why is he smiling at Evan now with so much relief it makes Evan want to cry for some reason?

“Evan,” the man sighs, face lighting up, nose scrunching in a smile that flips Evan’s stomach. “You’re awake.”

“Tommy,” Maddie puts a hand on the guy’s arm. “He thinks it’s 2017.”

The man’s – Tommy’s – face falls like he’s been hit over the head with a hammer.

“Do I know you?” Evan asks.

[typicalopposite]

fuck it friday

Ok so technically it’s still Thursday but it’s like REALLLLY late Thursday! and @beanarie asked for 9-15 sentences of amnesia fic so to kill two birds with one stone I’m giving 15+ quite a bit more to make it a good little snippet 🫣 (also it’s a Thanksgiving scene sooo 🫶)

“Tommy!” Howie exclaims happily, leaving his arms open long enough it’s clear he’s waiting for a hug. With that big cheesy overly happy smile, who is Tommy to deny an old friend. He laughs as he leans down into Howie’s embrace, and tries to swallow the lump that feeling so welcomed back into their family causes. Maddie is already at Howie’s side ready for her turn and after she pulls him in he feels little arms wrap around his legs. Jee smiles up at him, and he— okay, he’s a little glad he came. 

Eddie and Chris get to him next and it’s the first time he’s seen Chris— that he remembers— since he left for Texas. The kid’s creeping up on being his height, it shouldn’t make him emotional; it does make him emotional. “Hey Tommy!” Chris says with a bright smile, and damn it’s good to see him genuinely happy again, Eddie too. More hugs ensue. This is… nice. He thinks he might even be able to drown out the inevitable awkwardness coming if he keeps riding this high. 

Bobby is out back deep frying the turkey and Athena catches Tommy when he’s dropping his measly pan of devil eggs and store bought rolls off in the kitchen. “You came!” she says with a shock smile. “Oh, I’m glad!” She opens her arms and then it’s more hugging— passing him off to Karen, and even Hen. That’s just about everyone, Tommy thinks… 

“Oh… Tommy!” 

God, he really hopes he is able to control his face. 

Dylan pulls the patio door shut behind him, and makes his way over to where Hen and Tommy are still lingering in the kitchen while she fills him in on everything recent with Denny and Mara. Try as he may, he can't stop the tension tightening every muscle in his body as the lone stranger (to him) approaches. “Uhm, hey…” he replies, trying to not sound hostile… wondering if he sounds hostile anyway. 

“You know,” Dylan says, a surprisingly genuine smile spreading across his face. “We have yet to be properly introduced.” He extends his hand— Tommy does a quick scan of it to make sure there’s no shock button— and he waits patiently for Tommy to make the next move. He swallows every ounce of pride, jealousy, and resentment and shakes the guy's hand. He is met with as firm a grasp as he gives and Dylan’s smile doesn’t falter when he says, “Better late than never thought, am I right? Come on, Buck is out back.” 

Tommy feels his brows pulling together, and Dylan nods towards the glass door where Evan is staring in at them. He quickly waves once he is caught, and Tommy really hopes he can control his face as he waves back, feeling the flood of butterflies he has no right to still get… especially not standing three feet from Evan’s boyfriend. Dylan puts a hand on his shoulder, nudging him in the direction of the door; he nudges him in the direction of Evan, and can’t help but feel a little weird being pushed towards his ex by his ex's new boyfriend. 

Bobby hugs him as soon as he steps outside, which is expected; Evan stalls for only a moment before hugging him as well, which was not. Tommy can’t help but try to sneak a peak of Dylan. He half expects him to speak up, or lash out… What right does Tommy have to hug Evan? He doesn’t seem bothered in the least. He lets Evan get his hug, then reclaims his spot at Evan’s side, and although there’s not much Tommy is feeling too particularly thankful for in this very stressful and confusing point in his life… he’s thankful Dylan doesn’t appear to be threatened by him in Evan’s life. 

The day passes far smoother than Tommy had anticipated, and the Dylan of it all is nowhere near the thorn in his side Tommy had thought he would be. In fact, Dylan is— fuck, he is great, actually. as much as it pains him to admit it, Dylan really seems good for Evan. He is charming, and funny. He gets along with everyone; he talks about Evan’s parents like they get along well, too. Tommy wants to find things to be jealous of, but he makes himself so likable it’s hard to justify not liking him. Most importantly he looks at Evan like he hung the moon, and can make Evan smile and blush the way Tommy used to be able to do... 

At least he calls him Buck. At least Tommy gets to keep Evan. He supposes he’s thankful for that, too.

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[30somethingautisticteacher]

Some Amnesia Mpreg for @ladyeyrewrites !

****

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Without opening his eyes, Buck knew exactly where he was. Hospital. Again. He sighed heavily, then slowly lifted his eyelids, immediately wincing at how much his head hurt.

"Buck?" Maddie's voice was gentle but worried. "How are you feeling? I can send the nurse in."

"What happened?" he mumbled, groggy.

"Well," Maddie said with forced lightness, trying to keep things casual, "as far as we can tell, you were mopping the station floor for about the seventh time when you slipped and fell. But don't worry - you and Baby Kinard are both just fine."

[visionandthebeast]

sat down to work on one of my dozen existing bucktommy fic ideas and ended up planning a post-breakup fic where Tommy is cursed to lose all his bad memories and completely forgets Buck.

[weewoo911]

Amnesia fics are a classic and I’d love a bucktommy one where Buck gets injured and loses a good chunk of his memories and wakes up to find he has a beefy hot firefighter husband

Evan Buckley, severely concussed, looking at his wedding ring and husband: Hmm well I AM an ally after all! 🏳️‍🌈

[hyperfocusthusly]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 📚

Tagged by the wonderful @perfectlysunny02 & @desert--moonchild

Lil extra from my BuckTommy amnesia fic (other tease is here)

Edit: first chapter is out 🫶🏻

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Buck had never felt relief quite like when Tommy finally opened his eyes again.

Two days had been far too long. The plastic chair by the side of Tommy‘s bed had carved lines along the outside of his thighs, his back protesting the near constant hunch so that Buck could rest his head on the edge of the bed. He had to be close, close enough to feel the warmth of Tommy’s body, close enough to press a gentle kiss to the hand he hadn’t let go of for almost 48 hours.

When he opened his eyes again it felt like the sun had finally come up after a long night.

“H-hey you.” Buck squeezed his hand softly,

Tommy opened his mouth but didn’t speak, brows furrowed as he shifts on the bed.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? I can get the nurse, she said they were giving you some painkillers anyway but I could-“

He falters midway as he feels Tommy move his hand, the one Buck had been holding onto like a lifeline, away from him. Buck frowns, brain immediately admonishing him for holding it too tightly, he was probably squeezing too hard. He looks up at Tommy and opens his mouth to apologise but stops dead at the look on Tommy’s face.

Confusion, distrust, fear.

“Who are you?”

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[xtarmanderx]

Make Me Write Monday!

I have SEVERAL WIPs that I’d like to make significant progress on today, so here’s what I’m going to do. I’ve got a list of the WIPs I’m most likely to update below. For each ask I receive with the corresponding fic/emoji, I will go and write 300 words for that fic and then share a snippet! (If it’s plot spoiling in any way, I’ll write more and share a different snippet.) Sound good? Here’s the list!

1. Ghost hunter Tevan/BuckTommy AU 👻

2. Soulmate Tommy POV Tevan/BuckTommy👣

3. Double amnesia Tevan/BuckTommy 🤔

4. SalEddie 🍻

5. Ruca Auction 📋

6. Thiam Treasure Planet AU 🏴‍☠️

7. The Raekoning Thiam band AU 🎸

8. Final Ruca installment of scattered series ☁️

9. Sick Ruca 🤒

10. Buck meets 20-Squad Tevan & Ruca 🍔

Also if anyone wants to do something similar, consider yourself tagged!!

[rosyhoneydew]

Ahem…. I am (not entirely) sorry for what I am about to do. But amnesia fics are my most absolute weakness… 🥹

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hehehe thank you becca!!! I hope you like these snippets!! 🫶🫶

Bucktommy Amnesia Fic (🏥):

Evan is back. He curls his hand meekly around the door to Tommy’s room. “Hey,” he says. Tommy raises his eyebrows in lieu of a response. “I just talked with your doctor, he said you’re about to get outta here?” Evan walks all the way inside then, leaning against the far wall like he’s trying to be as nonchalant as possible. “Sounds like it.” “That’s great, Tommy.” He smiles a little, so tight it pulls taut across his face. “Umm,” he starts again, “you should probably know then that we- we live together.” Tommy’s head whips back to look at Evan. “You serious?” “Yeah. For 5 months now. I’m looking for a new place,” he says quickly. “It’s just taking me a little while.” He rubs at his neck sheepishly. “We hardly saw each other anyway, with our jobs, you know? And you have the guest room so…” Tommy’s brain feels more scrambled than it did yesterday. He doesn’t want this guy hanging around his house. He doesn’t know this guy. Except, he does. He knows him well enough to take him out for dinner, to fuck him, to ask him to move in, to make him his emergency contact. “I know it’s a little weird,” Evan says. “I can see if my sister’s couch is free if-” “It’s fine,” Tommy interrupts. “I’m supposed to make my life as normal as possible right? This is normal for me now, I guess.” Evan nods, eyes wide.

Tommy Free Use Fic (💥):

It was close to 9 by the time Evan walked through the door, and Tommy felt his heart jump into his throat. Talking probably was the better option. He couldn’t be sure Evan even felt the same about last night and here he was hoping he could simply bend over the counter and offer himself up. Evan was probably tired. Maybe he never wanted to do that again. Shit, Tommy had let himself get really carried away here. “Hey,” Evan said as he shut the door behind him. “Hi, sweetheart,” Tommy responded, accepting a quick peck. Evan hummed. “Smells good in here.” He placed another quick kiss on Tommy’s lips and moved to pull away when Tommy’s hands tightened their hold on Evan’s arms. He didn’t quite mean to do it, but he’d been thrumming with need all day. Not just arousal, though he felt like he could get hard just from the sight of Evan tonight, but something deeper. A need for connection or closeness. A need to be needed, to be filled. The thought that he might have to let go of Evan, even just while they ate, sent an unpleasant roll through his stomach. “You okay?” Evan asked with genuine concern on his face. Tommy nodded quickly, opening his mouth to speak before snapping it closed and pulling Evan to him tightly. Evan takes in a quick breath, arms grabbing onto Tommy’s back. “What is it, Tommy?” Maybe if Tommy had spent the day clearing his head he’d have words to use, but as it is, he squeezes Evan closer, fitting his still soft cock into the lower part of Evan’s belly, and rubs himself there. “Oh,” Evan breathes out. “You wanna fuck me, baby?” Tommy shakes his head. No. “No?” Evan asks. “What do you want? Want me to fuck you? Open you up nice and sweet? Hmm?” Tommy pulls away then, keeping his eyes low and turning around to pull his jeans down, hold himself open and show Evan. Look, he wants to say. Look at what I did, for you.

Make Me Write

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~to be updated when I post a new fic, so I have them all in one place~

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bucktommy fic masterpost here

be someone (T, 2.4k) | ao3 | rebloggable

A call leaves Buck wondering if he’ll ever be a parent. Not just a donor, a dad. A great dad. Chimney tries to convince him of his qualities – and Eddie has a hard time staying quiet.

or: eddie thinks buck already is someone to chris

will you remember me? (T, 4.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

You know the trope: Someone suffers from amnesia and they don’t remember their partner. Well, this is the opposite. Buck doesn’t remember a thing – except that he loves Eddie. How is Eddie supposed to tell him they’re not actually together?

for summer of buddie – week 5: break the cliché

nobody compares (G, 1.3k) | ao3 | (ambiguous bucktommy/buddie)

"Sorry", Eddie said and scrunched his nose.

"No, you’re right", Tommy admitted. "I don’t want that. I want to give him something he’ll love."

"Well, then not a gift card. Look, I’ve been a terrible gift giver in relationships, so I’m not judging. But you look like you’re getting a migraine, so maybe… let me help you?"

A deep sigh escaped him. "How?"

or: eddie helps tommy shop for buck's birthday gift and inadvertently makes things worse

unless you're choosing me (T, 4.4k) | ao3 | rebloggable

"Could you check that?", Eddie called from the kitchen. He had insisted to make something for them tonight instead of ordering their usual pizza and ice cream dinner.

"Sure", Buck replied and snatched the phone off the coffee table. He knew the pass code – it was the day Eddie had started working at the 118. There was no new text, just a message from his phone provider, but an earlier conversation was still opened. Before Buck could place the phone back on the table, something caught his eye. Why was Eddie talking to Hen about him?

or: buck reads a text he wasn’t supposed to read

when it all melts down (T, 2.2k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck thinks a beach day is the perfect distraction from an empty house and a lack of summer plans. Eddie thinks if Buck walks out of the ocean like a Greek god one more time, he might just lose his mind.

or: there’s only one cure for a frozen tongue after too much ice cream

I wish I could help (E, 2.1k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Eddie is so pent up he can barely focus on his job – and Buck is all too happy to help. That’s just what friends do.

or: I couldn’t find any smut referring to *that* scene in 7x05, so I wrote it

thanks, babe! (T, 1.8k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Eddie accidentally calls Buck babe and refuses to have a meltdown over it. It was just his subconscious betraying him because they were surrounded by couples, right? Right?!

or: I love “accidental” tropes, how did you know

more under the cut

do you want to know a secret (T, 3.2k) | ao3

Buck overworks himself and his family worries. When Eddie overhears a conversation between Maddie and Chimney, he learns he might just have caused Buck’s change in behavior. The good news is – there’s something he can do about it.

or: maddie and chimney worry over pining!buck – eddie takes charge

it's just the thought of you and what I leave behind (T, 6.4k) | ao3 | rebloggable

As the cruise ship starts to sink, Bobby and Athena aren’t the only ones in desperate need of saving. The 118 goes on a high-risk mission and a close call brings Buck and Eddie together.

or: 7x03 reimagined

I let my guard down for a moment (M, 6.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

"It didn’t stop. Buck went from hoping the packages were from someone special to suspecting someone was toying with him. The hopeless romantic in him was slowly wilting. When he opened the latest letter, suddenly he was not so sure his secret admirer was of the good-natured kind. "

or: who needs police protection when you have eddie diaz by your side?

hold tight, you're slowly coming back to life (T, 3.1k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Eddie runs into Natalia at the grocery store. He learns something about her and Buck’s breakup that gives him the final push to take care of his own complicated love life.

or: what if buck didn’t tell eddie the entire truth

how's your head? (haven't had any complaints) (M, 2.3k) | ao3 | rebloggable

When he glanced over, Buck had already drifted off to sleep. He looked so innocent, Eddie almost couldn’t believe what had come out of his mouth mere seconds ago. Almost. Because he was 100 percent sure he’d heard it.

or: you can’t just make this kind of joke and forget about it

rose-colored boy (T, 1.6k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck is draped across an armchair, rambling about rosefinches and Eddie just can’t help himself. In some kind of out-of-body experience, he gives his best friend a completely casual, meaningless (lie!) forehead kiss.

or: yes, another accidental kiss fic because I don’t think there can ever be enough

we should be at the club (E, 2.8k) | ao3 | rebloggable

When Buck hears that Eddie has been going golfing to put himself out there, he offers to be his wingman. The world’s worst wingman. Although, to be fair, Eddie brings his best friend to the club and leaves with a new boyfriend.

or: just an excuse for them to wear tight pants and take them off

8 days a week (E, 6.3k) | ao3 | rebloggable

A sweet moment of weakness helps Buck and Eddie get together. While Eddie doesn’t expect much to change about their relationship, Buck slips back into old patterns.

or: eddie notices all the ways buck tries to make himself smaller

don't blame me, love made me crazy (E, 1.6k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Steam was fogging up the room and Eddie cursed inwardly. Was Buck trying to cook himself? Eddie wasn’t one for steaming hot showers but Buck ran cold even on his best days and this wasn’t one of those. He must’ve been desperate to warm up and soothe the pain his bruises were causing him. Eddie was suddenly very aware he was intruding on his best friend's privacy, even if he did need help, and decided to announce himself. “Buck, it’s me, I-“ He stopped in his tracks when Buck came into vision and met his gaze. Worry turned to lust quickly. Buck was hard. Incredibly so.

or: eddie joins buck in the shower (plot? what plot)

I only ever want you (E, 2.7k) | ao3 | rebloggable

When a handsome guy flirts with Eddie, Buck can’t stand to watch. He leaves the 118’s bar outing in a hurry, only for Eddie to follow him to the loft and confront him. A misunderstanding of why Buck is so jealous leads to a confession – and more.

or: there’s jealousy, there’s fighting, there’s delicious makeup sex

love is stored in the picnic basket (T, 4.9k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck participates in the 118’s basket bidding on Valentine’s Day and things go exactly as (Bobby) planned. When Eddie is done standing on the sidelines, he makes the grand gesture Buck has been dreaming of.

or: buck’s heart (um, picnic basket) is up for auction and eddie is ready to pay

whose peace are you keeping? (G, 3.9k) | ao3

Buck tells Eddie about the Buckley-Han family dinner and how odd it felt hearing his mother call him a “miracle baby”. Why can’t he trust his parents’ support when that’s all he’s ever wanted? He doesn’t know that Eddie lost his temper with them when they visited the firehouse two years ago. Now it’s time to come clean. A call that feels all too familiar interferes but a good night’s sleep brings them back on track.

or: it’s actually incredibly easy to love evan buckley – and eddie told his parents as much

my heart is trying to crawl out of my chest to get to you (G, 2.1k) | ao3

Buck is released from the hospital and while the rest of his family is understandably on edge about his recovery, Eddie throws himself back into work. He refuses to be a part of Maddie’s “operation buck up buttercup” and Hen grows suspicious. Listen, it’s not like Eddie isn’t worried, quite the opposite actually. He just found a better way to watch over Buck, without having to spill any of his secrets. Unless technology plays a trick on him, as it usually does, and his foolproof plan goes wrong. But Buck might just surprise him.

or: the one where eddie takes buck's recovery a little too seriously

and my attempt at rpf if you're into it:

closer than ever – ryliver (E, 2.k)

if you made it to the end of this post, thank you so much for reading!

[leashybebes]

wip wednesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard 🥰

more post-makeup amnesia fic. *slaps the roof of tommy kinard* you can fit so much guilt and shame in this bad boy

Maddie and Howie arrive with the kids in tow. Jee Yun runs over to give Tommy the same little high five-fist bump-punch to the palm routine she always does, and Tommy feels himself smile for the first time since Evan woke up and asked what he was doing there.

"Sweetheart," Maddie says. "Do you want to go see Uncle Buck with Daddy and Kevin? I need to talk to Uncle Tommy."

Tommy looks at her, a little alarmed. "Is that the best idea?"

Maddie shrugs. "No better way to show him what month it is than a whole new person who was just a - " she glances at Jee Yun and remembers herself. "Just a little bean in Mommy's tummy the last he remembers."

"I guess," Tommy says, a little doubtful.

Howie gets a finger hooked into the back of Jee's collar, shifts Kevin higher on his hip and expertly guides his little family towards Evan's door, sparing a second for a sympathetic glance at Tommy.

Maddie watches them go with a little smile, then sighs and sits down next to Tommy.

"What are you doing out here?"

"As far as he's concerned, I broke his heart last month. He won't even look at me, Maddie. Me being there is not keeping him calm."

Maddie purses her lips, glances at him from the corner of her eye. "Are you going to run?"

Tommy bites his tongue. Reminds himself that she's Evan's sister, and like she's told him, she's a runner herself. She has a right to ask.

"No," he says.

"Good. Let me go talk to him."

Right on cue, Howie pokes his head out of the door. Tommy can hear Jee chattering and Evan - thank god - laughing.

"Mads?"

"Got it," Maddie says, and she briefly squeezes Tommy's shoulder as she goes, trading places with Howie, apparently concerned about visitor limits in a way no one connected with Evan or the 118 usually is. Tommy's aware that he's being managed, and is pathetically grateful.

"Here," Howie says, transferring Kevin into Tommy's arms before he has a chance to object. Not that he would, really. Tommy loves babies. Likes kids, but loves babies. But he can see it for what it is - you can't be tense while you hold a baby, not if you don't want them to pick up on it and become absolutely miserable in a split second.

"Low blow, Han," Tommy says, spreading his hand across Kevin's back and breathing slowly.

"Whatever works, man. How you holding up?"

"Uh. Kind of want to walk into traffic, honestly."

"Fair. This is one goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation."

Tommy gives Howie a narrow-eyed look. "That feels homophobic."

Howie laughs and knocks their shoulders together.

"When did you last eat something?"

"I don't know," Tommy admits.

"Alright. Leave Kev with a nurse if you decide to go hiking on the freeway, I'll be right back."

"Jesus, Howie."

With the baby in his arms, Tommy can't duck his head to avoid the way Howie ruffles his hair so he just rolls his eyes, resettles in his seat and waits.

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[ladyeyrewrites]

So many 💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭 s, please

@ceeceekayblog here you go!

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Tommy flinches, face drawn tight in a pained expression that inexplicably makes Evan want to comfort him. And then it hits him.

“Wait, did I change my last name to yours?” Evan asks.

Tommy nods, though he doesn’t look any less distraught and Evan can’t exactly blame the guy. It’s trippy enough being on this side of the memory loss equation. What must it be like for Tommy to not be remembered?

Probably sucks.

Evan tears his eyes away from the man who’s supposedly his husband and looks to his doctor. “I guess that answers that,” he tries to keep his tone light even though tears prickle his eyes and all he really wants to do is curl into a ball and fall asleep and hope that when he wakes up this will all have been a bad dream.

Evan’s not sure which version of reality he’d rather wake up to: 2017 where he’s living an itinerant life style, barely scraping by or 2027 where he’s apparently settled down enough to have a house and a husband and his sister is free of Doug.

Who’s Evan kidding? Why would he want to go back to being alone?

The doctor’s saying something about running tests, but Evan’s not really paying attention. An overwhelming sense of grief floods through him, heart throbbing, lungs tightening, stomach heavy. God it’s been so lonely.

Ever since Maddie left and he had to resort to riskier and riskier behaivior to try and snatch the tiniest morsel of his parents’ attention, he’s been so alone. He’s tried to fill that loneliness with warm bodies, but it’s chased after him, driving him from place to place, state to state, country to country, bed to bed trying to outrun that feeling of emptiness.

But this person he’s become over the last ten years, he stopped running. He found a family.

And God, Evan wants so badly for that to be true.

Suddenly there are tears in his eyes and a sob in his throat and God, he’s lost ten years.

He doesn’t even know if they were good years or bad years.

Just that they were his and now they’re gone.

And why can’t he stop crying?

Evan squeezes his eyes shut and tries to rub the tears away with the heel of his hand but they just keep coming, hot and salty down his cheeks, dripping off his chin, mixing with snot. He’s too out of it to even care how gross it is. He can’t make it stop.

And then suddenly, he’s being held.

Arms the size of tree trunks wrap warmth around him, press his head against a solid shoulder. “It’s okay, Evan. It’s going to be okay.” He feels more than hears Tommy’s voice. It’s all around him, reverberating through him.

On instinct, he clings to Tommy, sobbing until his throat is raw and his head – already aching – feels as though it’s being squeezed in a vice.

[unhingedangstaddict]

Another scene from chapter 7 of my BuckTommy amnesia fic!

“Have you tried kissing him?” Karen wondered.

Tommy crossed his arms. “No.” He answered firmly.

“Why not? Might be worth a try, true love’s kiss and all that.” Karen pointed out.

“Karen, you're a scientist, you’ve got a PHD. You should know better than most of us that there is no scientific evidence that would work and is a ridiculous suggestion.”

“So? The brain is complex and we don’t understand so much of how it works yet.” Karen pointed out.

“I’m not going to kiss Evan to try and make his memories come back. He’s not a princess, this isn’t a fairytale. This is my very real- nightmare- of a life.”

“Okay but, I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to try kissing Evan, would it?” Lucy pointed out. “I mean if you’ve already tried a bunch of other stuff, why not? What’s  stopping you?”

“Maybe the fact that he doesn’t remember liking men?” Tommy argued.

“He didn’t realize he liked men the first time you kissed him, didn’t stop you then. Why should it stop you now?” Sal questioned.

“It’s different now.” Tommy sipped his beer.

“How?” Chimney asked.

“You guys know him. He’s a- a pathological people pleaser.” Tommy reminded them. “If I tried to kiss him he would probably kiss me back like our lives depended on it-”

“And that’s a bad thing because…?” Karen sipped her wine.

“Because he’d do it even if he hates it and it does absolutely nothing to help him remember- simply because he wouldn’t want to upset me. He feels terrible for not remembering me and he keeps trying to make it up to me as though he’s done something wrong. He’s been so hard on himself the last two weeks. I’m not going to take advantage of that.”

Bobby gave Tommy a sympathetic look.

“And then there’s the matter of,” Tommy sighed. “I mean I miss him, desperately. What if I kiss him and it’s amazing and I get my hopes up and he hates it and doesn’t remember anything and that’s the last time we ever kiss? I’ve missed him for so long already, I don’t think I want to reintroduce that kind of intimacy just to lose it all again. Especially if it ended up being our last kiss. If I have to have a last kiss with him I’d rather it be the quick peck we shared on his way out the door the morning of the accident, because at least we were happy and we knew each other and everything was normal then.”

“I’m sorry Tommy.” Karen said sincerely.

“I am too.” Tommy finished his beer in a couple long sips.

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