#bucktommy fandom events

[h50europe]

Day nine of @bucktommyfluffebruary - Moving in together

Under a clear, sparkling night sky, Tommy stood on the front porch of his cozy home and stared out at the bustling city lights that shimmered like a blanket of stars. The memory of the last time this moment had taken shape haunted him- the day Buck had asked him the life-changing question about moving in together. Tommy's heart had been filled with so much doubt then. He had walked out, his fears chaining him to an emotional prison. Buck had always been understanding, but Tommy's own insecurities and deep-seated fear of heartbreak had made him run.

Tommy took a deep breath and returned to the living room, where Buck sat on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through a book. The unasked question hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension between them. This time, Tommy knew it was his turn to flip the script. He walked over, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Evan, can we talk for a minute?" Tommy said, his voice shaking slightly.

Buck looked up, a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes. "Of course, Tommy. What's up?"

Tommy sat down beside him, gathering his thoughts. He needed to explain why he had changed his mind, why this time was different. "I've been thinking a lot about us," he began, struggling to keep his voice steady. The last time we talked about moving in together, I walked out because I was scared. I was scared that if things went wrong, it would break my heart."

Buck's eyes widened slightly, surprise etched on his face. He hesitated, then reached for Tommy's hand, unsure where the conversation was heading.

"But I've realized something important since then," Tommy continued, his voice shaking. "You have been my constant, my strength. I can't function without you. I want to wake up next to you and share the mundane and memorable moments with you. I've been scared because I care so much, but that's exactly why I want us to take this step. My love for you is unconditional."

He looked into Buck's eyes and felt a surge of emotion. "Evan, will you move in with me?"

For a moment, there was silence - a seemingly endless pause that felt like an eternity. Buck's expression was a mixture of surprise and hesitation, processing the weight of Tommy's words. Eventually, a warm smile began to form on Buck's face, his eyes shining with love and understanding.

"I was afraid you would never ask me, Tommy," Buck said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I've been waiting for this day. Yes, let's make this our home together."

Tommy's heart swelled with relief and joy. The night sky outside seemed to shine a little brighter, as if the universe was celebrating their decision. He had taken another leap of faith. Only this time, Buck was right there, ready to take the leap with him.

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Two weeks later, Buck stood in the doorway of his now-empty apartment, a moving box in one hand. He paused, his free hand gently brushing the doorframe as memories flooded his mind. He thought of Taylor, who had once lived here with him but had chosen her career as a journalist over their relationship. Then there was Natalia, the death doula, who seemed more fascinated by Buck's story of being dead for three minutes and seventeen seconds than by the fact that he was alive and breathing. And, of course, the surreal experience of helping to deliver a baby boy who was technically his, the result of his decision to be a sperm donor. As he thought about the baby boy, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: what if he and Tommy had children of their own someday? He shook his head. First, they needed to move in and see how things worked out. Buck looked around one last time; it had been tumultuous times.

He closed the door behind him with a sense of finality and took a deep breath, ready to begin this new chapter. Buck carried the box filled with the remnants of his past down to his car and drove to Tommy's house, where a new beginning awaited.

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At Tommy's house, they placed this last box among all the others, stacks of cardboard symbols of their lives together. They looked at the sea of boxes, knowing that much work lay ahead to make this house their home. But amid the chaos and the daunting task ahead, they felt a deep sense of unity and purpose.

Buck turned to Tommy, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and anticipation. "We can do this," he said, his voice determined.

Tommy smiled and nodded. "Yes, we do."

They hugged, holding each other tightly, finding comfort and strength in their bond. The road to get here hadn't been easy, but as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew they had made the right decision. They were ready to face the future together, with love as their guide.

So, amidst the chaos of moving boxes and the promise of a new beginning, they knew they had taken the first real step toward a life together.

[bucktommyfluffebruary]

Alternative prompts:

Breakfast in bed

Showering together

Drunken love confession

Falling asleep/waking up together for the first time

Candlelight dinner

Anniversary

Shared hobbies

Couch cuddles

Spa day

[bibibievansbuckley]

(but now) i can't do this without you

bucktommy fluffebruary day 1: nonsexual intimacy

"This is nice." Tommy murmured. The steam loosened some of the congestion in his chest, and the warm water eased some of the tension in his aching joints. He sat back-to-chest with Evan, eyes fluttering shut. The rise and fall of his boyfriend's chest threatened to lull him to sleep.

The virus came on fast and strong. What started as a small headache in the morning quickly became a pounding, pulsing pain undeterred by medication. Then came the bone-shattering chills. Swallowing water felt like shards of glass cutting his throat.

Worst of all was the congestion. An elephant sat on his chest, unmoving and unrelenting.

Evan pressed a feather-light kiss to his shoulder, and Tommy sighed contentedly. He couldn't recall another time where he'd been taken care of like this, like he was the most precious thing in the world.

Like he was special.

"Sit up a little for me, honey."

Tommy would give this man the moon if he asked for it. He heaved himself up, hissing at the cool air on his back. He mourned the loss of contact with Evan, but didn't have much time to think about it. It took Tommy's feverish brain more than a minute to register nimble fingers kneading his scalp, washing away days of sweat and grime.

"Evan," Tommy choked breathlessly. "You don't - "

"Shhhhhhh." Evan's fingers never ceased their movement, and Tommy could hear the smile in his voice. "Let me take care of you, darling."

Darling. Tommy grinned at the endearment and lowered himself until he rested against Evan's chest again. Tommy closed his eye and fished around blindly until he finally made contact with his boyfriend's knee.

"Thank you." He whispered. For being here. For giving me another chance. For loving me.

Evan hummed and paused for only a moment to kiss Tommy's cheek. What he ever did to deserve a man like Evan Buckley, Tommy will never know. Allowing himself to be loved by Evan was the best decision he'd ever made.

"I love you, Tommy. Close your eyes for a little bit. I'll take care of you."

Tommy closed his eyes, burrowing himself as closely to Evan as possible, soaking in every bit of contact, the feeling of Evan's skin on his. He'll grow old with this man. He felt it in his bones.

Evan promised to take care of him.

And Tommy let him.

@bucktommyfluffebruary

[aesthetictarlos]

I posted a poll yesterday and apparently lots of people in the BuckTommy fandom love fluff so...

I'm equally nervous and excited to introduce you to @bucktommyfluffebruary , a fluff-themed BuckTommy event ran by me. All info in the pinned post!

It's my first time doing something like this so please be kind and feel free to help me spread the word. 💜

[thestrangestthlng]

🎖️Great Loves🎖️

Maddie's monologue from Buck, Actually | 9-1-1 | S2 E8

[buckevantommy]

Welcome to Tevantober! A promptober event to inspire you to create for our beloved Bucktommy during this month of October! 

Participation is simple: create something featuring Buck/Tommy and tag your fanworks with #tevantober2024 and the prompt(s) here on tumblr or add to the collection on ao3. There are 3 prompts for each week (trope, seasonal, kinky) which are up to your own interpretation, and you can do as few or as many as you like. 

Please note: this event is officially running only on tumblr and ao3, but you can share the list and graphic on other platforms (please credit @buckevantommy if you do). 

October 1st - 6th  →  First Time  |  Cozy  |  Body Worship 

October 7th - 13th  →  Clothes Sharing  |  Weather  |  Dom/Sub 

October 14th - 20th  →  Hurt/Comfort  |  Change  |  Praise Kink  

October 21st - 27th  →  Family Dynamic  |  Harvest  |  Daddy Kink 

October 28th - 31st  →  PDA  |  Halloween  |  Sex Toys 

A shareable graphic of the prompts list can also be found here.

[911whatsyourgratitude]

today I'm so grateful for the @alliwantforchristmasislou fan campaign, seeing the positivity and THOUSANDS of dollars raised for LGBT+ charities in just a few days by fans (over $4100 USD at the most recent total). fandom can be such a force for good in the world and I'm so grateful.

[fivealarmfest]

🔥 WELCOME TO THE FIVE ALARM FEST! 🔥 Is it getting hot in here, or is it just us? Five Alarm Fest is a 9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star NSFW Fic & Art Week open to all 18+ participants. We'll be burning it down from July 15th to July 21st with a different prompt for each day. Please check out the RULES before participating. Prompts for the week are as follows:

DAY ONE: Coda or Missing Scene DAY TWO: After a Dry Spell DAY THREE: Intercrural (No Penetration) DAY FOUR: New Experiences/New Kinks DAY FIVE: At the Firehouse DAY SIX: Rare Pair or Solo Play DAY SEVEN: Creator’s Choice

Please tag all posts with #fivealarmfest2024 and post each piece to the AO3 Collection. Any questions? Feel free to send us an ask. Please reblog to signal boost and we'll see you in July!

[bucktommyweek]

Getting to Know You: A BuckTommyWeek Event

Hey everyone! We're back with another event (and a new lewk), but it's a little bit different this time.

3 days, 1 week apart, 1 prompt per week, all about Buck and Tommy getting to know each other.

Here are your prompts for #btgtky

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Wednesday, September 25, 2024 - Favourite things. We know Tommy loves monster trucks, flying, Love Actually and craft brews. We know Buck loves research, his friends and family, not basketball and adventure. But how do they share these things with each other?

Wednesday, October 2, 2024 - A good morning. What does a good morning look like for Buck and Tommy as they learn about themselves as a couple and each other as individuals?

Wednesday, October 9, 2024 - A bad night. It's time to bring the angst, folx. What makes a night bad? What makes a bad night better? How do these two comfort each other, or don't they?

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Accepted Submissions: Anything as long as it follows the rules. We're talking headcanons, fics, essays, graphics, edits, whatever you want. Just tag @bucktommyweek to be reblogged and use #btgtky

Important Information Before Participating

Rules

Rating System

FAQ

Racism and Prejudice

Ao3 Collection

Optional Post Format

Resources for Writing

If you have any questions either hit up our askbox or my own personal askbox or message @alilypea

Haters need not engage.

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Thank you for @brasscacti for the favourite things inspo! 💛

[sugarpenchant]

The Suffering of Evan Buckley('s sex drive)

for day 2 of @fivealarmfest prompt 'after a dry spell'

rated E, 10,513 words

Tommy has been gone fighting fires for a month as vital air support, which would be fine—except for the fact that Buck has finally gotten a taste of sex with Tommy only for it to be cruelly whisked away. Buck finally gets his chance to join the firefighting efforts on the front lines and hopefully, someday before the world ends, ideally, he’ll get to see Tommy again.

There is a chance that Buck is being a little overdramatic about the whole thing, but a month is a really long time to go without the wonder of your brand new boyfriend.

A month. A month. The absolute fucking folly of youth that made Buck think he’d be fine without his boyfriend for a week had well and truly come back to kick him right in the ass. His lonely ass that had seen his unsatisfying fingers and a toy for a month because Californian wildfires were unpredictable and awful and stole people’s boyfriends for three weeks longer than they were supposed to be gone. The most unfair part of it all was the fact that prior to Tommy getting called up, Buck could count the number of times they’d had sex on one hand. Days kept passing by—crawling by, for the most part—and Buck was doing his goddamn best to remind himself that Tommy was coming back, this wasn’t Abby Number Two, he wasn’t being abandoned… Buck treasured every text that came through and tried not to overwhelm Tommy with too many of his own. He couldn’t be too much while Tommy was busy, working, probably exhausted beyond belief out in the hills that just didn’t stop burning. It was infinitely easier to be bitchy about the lack of sex rather than acknowledge the ever-present fear that he was being left behind.

keep reading on ao3

[spicycinnabun]

your little rebel 1/2

@tommykinardweek for brat/brat tamer ♡ rated e ♡ read on ao3 ♡ tags: sex toys, sexting at work, d/s, daddy kink, brat!buck, sugaring (more tags tba for pt. 2)

Tommy had finished performing routine maintenance on his bird and was sitting down for a quick lunch break in the hangar. He was just about to bite into his sandwich—pastrami on rye, nothing fancy—when his phone chimed. He dug it out of the pocket of his jumpsuit.

Tommy’s lips quirked when he saw the notification was from Evan. He had the day off. He’d said he was going to go grocery shopping, hit the gym, and then run a few errands. They were planning on seeing each other that night. 

Evan had a key to Tommy’s place. Though they hadn’t moved in together and still spent time at Evan’s loft, Evan seemed to prefer it at Tommy’s. 

Tommy didn’t mind. More than not minded, actually. It made his chest ache to come home to the lights on, warm homey smells, lively chitter-chatter, and someone who’d missed him and was happy to see him. He was trying not to get too used to it.  

Evan was going to cook dinner: chicken parmesan, a recipe of Bobby’s he’d made his own creative tweaks to. 

“I’m calling it chicken plantmesan. You’ll be amazed at how good it tastes,” he’d told Tommy. “You won’t even be able to tell the difference.”

Tommy had mentioned wanting to cut dairy from his diet for a while to see if it’d help with some bloating, and Evan had said he would do it with him. It was sweet, especially since Tommy knew Evan liked dairy products even more than he did. Evan was the guy who told the waiter to keep going when he came by the table with the cheese grater. 

“Bet it won’t taste as good as you,” Tommy had flirted, pitching his voice low on purpose just to see the blush light up Evan’s cheeks. 

Smiling a bit wider at the memory, Tommy put his sandwich down and opened the text. 

Finished my errands early.

Beneath that was an image. Usually, Evan sent him random pictures. Stupid memes, a photo of a stray cat he’d seen during his jog, his breakfast smoothie, Eddie, the rest of the 118 and their daily hijinks. This wasn’t any of those things. 

Tommy stared, a little dizzy, as all the blood in his upper body immediately rushed south. 

It was his bedroom. The shot was taken from a distance, probably from his dresser. Evan was naked on the bed on all fours, long legs spread wide on the mattress. He was down on his elbows, ass up on full display. He was glancing over his shoulder at the camera, heavy-lidded eyes drowsy with pleasure, lips red like he’d been biting them and parted like he was panting. Evidence of how turned on he was hung heavy and visible between his thighs.

But what really caught Tommy’s gaze was what was sitting snugly inside Evan. The flared base of a toy. It was red. The shape of a heart.

Tommy quickly zoomed out (when had he zoomed in?), saved the image to his photos and then deleted it from their conversation, just in case some busybody snuck up behind him without warning. He'd almost forgotten where he was.

He typed out a message with fingers that shook only slightly, heart pounding, mouth dry.

Evan. You know I’m at work.

Evan had never been so bold as to send him something like that while he was on shift. They’d sent dirty texts before; that was nothing new, but this was. 

Couldn’t wait to show you what I bought. 

Sorry, Daddy ❤️

Tommy’s arm slipped, and like an idiot, he knocked over his steaming hot coffee. “Shit!” 

He grabbed the napkins from his lunch pail and quickly mopped up the mess before it reached his keyboard or monitor. He recovered swiftly when one of the other pilots walking by gave him the stink eye.

“You okay, Kinard?”

Tommy nodded, stone-faced. “Fantastic.”

He squeezed the damp napkins in his fist and took a bite of his sandwich to occupy his mouth and seem normal. He obviously wasn’t thinking about the food anymore.

The pilot shrugged, accepting it.

Tommy’s phone buzzed again. He waited until the pilot was gone before picking it back up. “Christ, he’s going to be the death of me,” he muttered. 

You like it though? It has a remote. Thought you might enjoy controlling it.

And now it was time to get out of plain sight before he completely embarrassed himself. Tommy dropped his garbage in the trashcan and walked briskly to the washroom, locking the door behind himself. He leaned against it and tried to maintain his cool before he replied. But he was starting to sweat.

I was wondering what that charge on my card was, he answered.

He was lying. He hadn’t actually checked his statement, but upon looking now, there was one purchase of $59.74 from Cupid’s Closet. 

It had taken some cajoling for Evan to let Tommy buy things for him—little treats, clothes he wanted, toys—especially since he’d been a bit pushy about Evan paying for things at the start of their relationship—but eventually, Evan had given in. He’d even started buying for himself without needing to ask. Evan acted like he didn't deserve any of it, of course, that he didn't need any of it, but Tommy could tell the attention was doing it for him.

Tommy never thought it’d be his thing, but he loved sugaring Evan. It felt nice. Cliché, sure—the whole ‘go ahead, baby, go wild with Daddy’s credit card’ thing—but who cared? Turned out it gave them both joy. Tommy liked spoiling him. Marie Kondo would be proud of Tommy for not throwing that shit away.

Haha, yeah

Tommy could hear the faltering, uncertain gears turning in Evan’s head, so he quickly sent another message. 

I love it. Pretty. Keep it in. But you know the rules, honey. Hands off. Wait for me.

The bubbles started and then stopped. Started and then stopped again. 

I’ll try to…

Evan.

Fine. But you better make it worth my while. 

Tommy smirked. What a brat. 

Keep talking like that, and I’ll leave you all on your lonesome tonight.

This time, Tommy received a selfie of Evan’s exaggerated pout. His cheeks were flushed strawberry pink, his blond curls looking soft and tousled against one of Tommy’s dark green pillows. 

Mean.

Oh, Evan had no idea how mean Tommy was capable of being. 

You have to behave if you want my attention.

Evan’s reply was lightning-fast. Smug.

That’s not how I remember it.

Tommy chuckled as he thought of what had gotten them to this point. Touché.

And I already said I will! Evan continued. …But it feels kind of amazing. 

Tommy sighed, wishing he was home already. 

I bet it does.

♡

A little while later, Tommy received a new text. He made another escape to the washroom with the excuse that he’d drunk too much coffee, feeling like a teenager and not almost forty as he hid from his crew.

This time, it was only a photo of Evan’s naked torso. A close-up of his abs and pecs in all their glory, painted with streaks of translucent white that dripped down muscled valleys. He’d come all over himself. 

All the accompanying text said was Oops.

Tommy exhaled a noisy breath. “Do not get hard at work, jackass.” 

Honestly, he never thought he’d have to scold himself regarding that. 

Tommy put his phone on the edge of the sink, turning on the taps to give his face a quick splash of water. He wiped off with a paper towel, willing his body to cooperate and calm before he texted back.

Guess you don’t need me now, huh, hotshot? I was going to have fun playing with you, but maybe I’ll catch the game on TV instead.

Evan's bubbles started bubbling. They seemed to be moving wilder than usual, somehow. 

It's not like I can’t get it up again. I’m not an old man like someone I know.

Tommy’s brows rose sharply. He almost barked a laugh, but that was just what he needed: people outside thinking he’d lost his fucking marbles. 

There was silence for a few more moments and then a series of dings, each coming quicker than the last. 

Wait

I didn’t really mean it about the old thing

I want to be with you tonight

And your refractory period is remarkable for a man your age!

Tommy snorted. 

Wow, thanks.

I was thinking about you the entire time and how sexy you are and what I want you to do to me when you get here. I just couldn’t control myself.

Next time, I promise I won’t come until you're here and you say so.

Tommy? 

Tommy grinned to himself. He needed to make Evan sweat for a bit. It was all part of the game.

Tommy knew it. He’d played it before with other men, but…

None of them had excited him like this. Not at this level. Not like Evan did. Evan was a little (well, big, muscular, and adorable) firecracker. He was impulsive, curious as hell, and wanted to dive headfirst into all sorts of new situations. He was exploring his kinks and surprising them both with what he was learning he liked. 

Tommy was learning a few things, too. Funny because he thought he’d figured out all there was to know about himself years ago. He guessed even old dogs could learn new tricks.

Evan let Tommy drive and followed every safety precaution—for the most part. Sometimes, he tried to push too hard, too fast. Sometimes, he tried hiding his discomfort to gain Tommy’s approval and wouldn’t yellow or red light. That people pleasing, low self-worth, and fear of rejection clear as day in his every action.

They’d learned that bratting was a tangible way to break out of that mindset, at least a little. Something Evan had never let himself do. Stop trying to be good all the time. A cathartic release to say no, go against the rules, be bad, and take what he wanted. In a healthier way than maiming his best friend, of course.

But Tommy didn’t push too far in his punishments. There was only so much Evan could handle. Tommy was careful with his limits.

And… well, he felt too much goddamn affection for the kid to be as cold as he had been with previous partners. That side of him just wasn’t meant for Evan.

You’re still in trouble. 

Tommy let that sit for a minute before sending a final message.

I’ll be home soon, sweetheart. You can make it up to me.

He chuckled at the litany of heart emojis he received approximately five seconds later. Oh, cute.

[bucktommyfluffebruary]

Welcome to BuckTommy Fluffebruary!

This event will start on February 1st and will keep us entertained throughout the whole month. There will be a prompt a day plus a list of alternative prompts that you can use when not inspired by the daily prompt.

Prompts can be interpreted however you like and everyone is welcome to share their fanwork whether it is a fanfiction, a fanart, a video edit, a gifset or whatever you fancy.

There is no minimum/maximum word count for fics and you can write as few or as many prompts as you want. Belated entries will be happily accepted as well.

All works should include Buck and Tommy as the main couple and should include fluff as the main theme.

Tag @bucktommyfluffebruary and #bucktommyfluffebruary to make sure I can see your post and reblog it. All posts will be vetted by me and I'll leave a comment to let you know when your post has been reblogged. If I haven't replied within 48 hours please send me an ask.

There will be a moderated collection on Ao3 that you can add your works to. Please make sure to tag your works properly and to mention eventual trigger warnings.

Prompts | Ao3 Collection

Fluffy sentence starters

Discord server

If you have any questions don't hesitate to reach out.

[aesthetictarlos]

I'm a bit late and it's not much but I couldn't not join this wonderful initiative. @alliwantforchristmasislou

I'm so glad and proud to be a part of this incredible fandom. I've been watching 911 since 2018 and I've always liked the show and the characters but I wasn't excited about season 7, I was feeling a bit "detached" from the show. I've started watching the new season anyway and when they brought Tommy back (shame on me, I didn't even remember him at first 😭) it was like the "911 spark" re-ignited inside me. I was excited and involved in a way I hadn't been in a while.

Tommy immediately drew me in and it's incredible because - unfortunately - he didn't have many scenes but Lou portrays and talks about him so passionately that it's impossible not to fall in love with him. I'm so glad I kept watching the show because now I have Tommy and Lou to cherish.

I've been writing fanfics for years but I swear that I've never felt so inspired before and I've never received so much support and appreciation. I'm incredibly grateful for all the people I got to know thanks to Buck and Tommy and I'm so glad we're still here, no matter what. I've been in and out of different fandoms for years but the BuckTommy one truly is something else. 🥹

There's a lot more I want to say but words are failing me so I just want to say two more things: the first one is that I really, really hope to see Tommy Kinard again because we (and Buck!!) deserve him and the second one is that... ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS LOU ❤️

[weewoowings]

Day 2 of the BuckTommy Advent calendar! Tis the season folks!

Title: Hope

Rated: G

Warnings: None

Words: 1014

Hope

Los Angeles wasn’t exactly a winter wonderland, but the city had its own kind of holiday magic. Strings of lights adorned the palm trees, and the warm December air carried the faint scent of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts from pop-up stands. Buck’s loft was no exception, glowing softly with the twinkle of white lights he’d carefully hung the week before. The garland draped over the railing, the tiny, slightly crooked tree in the corner, and the cinnamon-scented candles on the coffee table filled the space with a cozy warmth.

The loft wasn’t lonely, but it was quiet. Tommy stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the city lights outside. He was still as he stared out at the glowing expanse of Los Angeles, one hand in his pocket, the other resting against the window frame. Buck sat on the couch behind him, pretending to read the book in his hands. His eyes skimmed the same sentence for the third time, but his focus kept drifting to Tommy.

[buckevantommy]

Prompts for #tevantober2024! Check out the full event post here. Feel free to share this graphic on any social media platform. 

[911fandomevents]

Two on-going events celebrating BuckTommy! Check out @bucktommypositivityweek and @bucktommywhumpweek, as both events are currently going on now (you can whump them, and then make it positive!)

Upcoming Fandom Events!

Current 🔔

August 16th - 22nd, 2024

@bucktommypositivityweek: Created to help encourage positivity in the fandom! Check out their prompts, now posted on their blog.

August 19-25th, 2024

@bucktommywhumpweek - A BuckTommy week of whump with the only requirement of loving BuckTommy 💕

On-Going 🚒

@911podficfest: This is an event to celebrate and promote podfics and audio works in both the 9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star fandoms. Check out their page for more details and schedule details.

Future 🧯🔥

September 16-22, 2024

@eddiediaz-week - A week celebrating all fandom creations for Eddie Diaz! Prompts are posted on their blog.

September 26-29, 2024

@911auweekend - A fun, AU-filled weekend for both 911 and 911 Lone Star! Go check out the fun prompts now posted.

Reminder to please tag the blog if you have any events you'd like advertised here as well!