#bucktommy microfics

[thatmexisaurusrex]

for a bucktommy micro-fic, tommy is forever losing his readers, so buck buys him a very nice case (maybe it’s kinda quirky and has little helicopters on it) and it’s like an “we’ve been together a month” present as well

Oooh I love the idea of Tommy having readers! Great prompt 🥰

The Glasses Case

For all the suave coolness Tommy Kinard liked to project, Buck's boyfriend really knew how to lose his a pair of glasses. Tommy would swear up and down that he put them in a "safe place", but every time, it took them an hour to find them in the strangest of places.

Which.

Honestly was kind of fun for Buck.

Buck liked a challenge. He liked a fun puzzle. He liked playing detective, searching for the clues, then finding the missing glasses. It was Sherlock Buckley and the Case of the Missing Glasses every day at his loft and Buck kind of loved it a lot.

But.

Tommy liked reading. Scratch that, he loved it. And Buck hated the little sigh Tommy made whenever he misplaced the damn drugstore glasses; as if he was disappointed in himself for yet again being unable to put them somewhere normal and easy to find.

And.

And Buck didn't like that sigh. He didn't like the resigned look at the ground that Tommy did as if to say, I am Sisyphus, rolling up that boulder.

Buck didn't want Tommy to feel that way about readers of all things.

So, Buck.

Well.

He might have gotten his boyfriend a glasses case. He got his boyfriend a glasses case with little helicopters Jee had artfully stickered onto the case.

And it was sort of a "one month together" present in all but name as Buck came home and placed the case in front of Tommy.

Tommy looked from the case to Buck.

"You got me a glasses case?" asked Tommy, a little stunned; as if no one ever got him things.

And, fuck, that made Buck want to buy Tommy so many presents.

"I got you a case. So, you don't have to worry about where your glasses are anymore. They'll be in here. A glasses case personally accessorized by the Jee-Yun Buckley Han."

Tommy picked up the case and - he was almost a little teary-eyed.

"Thank you," Tommy mumbled to the case.

And.

Okay.

Maybe Buck gave Tommy such an aggressive kiss that he might have tackled his boyfriend onto their couch.

[alchemistc]

Sorry that was supposed to be 43 😊

43. undone

There's something to be said for Evan Buckley coming undone.

Sometimes it's soft, and quiet: in the moments when he first stumbles through the door after a long day and curls his arms around Tommy, the stress of the day oozing out of him as he tucks his face into Tommy's neck and breathes; in the giddy way he brightens over something simple Tommy has done just to show him affection.

Sometimes it's bright and explosive; when he loses his cool over Tommy leaving dirty dishes in the sink one too many times, when he's so hard up for Tommy that he gets a little stupid about it.

And sometimes it's this: a breathy exhale, his hands still clutching at Tommy's shoulders, his eyes wide and his dick fat and drooping on the comedown, shaking, just a bit, still, with Tommy's cum in his ass and his own smeared between their stomachs. The way his smile unravels, just a bit, and his eyes trace the lines of Tommy's face, the way he shifts and runs his foot the length of Tommy's calf. He loves this man so much.

"Mmm," Evan says, when he moves to pull away, a mental checklist of things he has to do before exhaustion takes him over. "Five minutes."

His arms slip down, tug Tommy's weight closer, wrapping himself up in Tommy like he could burrow right into Tommy's rib cage and happily live there.

"You get two," he murmurs, but he's not watching the clock, anyway, so he'll play it by ear until the spunk starts to dry.

[rcmclachlan]

27 for the micro prompts 💕

A few years back, when he was really into the Planet Earth series, he read an article about myrmecophiles, specifically about a group of butterflies that relied on—and even communicated with—ants for protection during their larval and pupa stages. In return, they gave the ants honeydew.

He's not sure why he's thinking about that now. It might have something to do with the way he's wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets; or the throbbing ache in his leg that feels like growing pains, like his body is forcing itself into a new shape; or the faint sounds of Tommy just outside the bedroom explaining to Bobby that Buck needs to call out of his shift, keeping him safe by standing guard over his defenseless little pupal body. Maybe it's none of those things.

He startles out of a doze when the bed dips by his hip, and then his blanket cocoon is being rolled into Tommy's arms. Ants can lift fifty times their own weight. Tommy's probably that strong.

"Is Bobby mad?"

"Bobby's thrilled you're actually listening to your body for once," Tommy says. "I'm the one who's mad. Evan, why are you sitting on fourteen weeks of unused PTO?"

Buck shrugs, or tries to. It's hard to move. "I love my job. I don't wanna call out. Besides, what am I gonna do on a day off—sit around and do nothing?"

Tommy mutters something that suspiciously sounds like, "We're not unpacking that suitcase, we're just gonna throw the whole thing out," then says, louder, "Well, you're off today. How about I run you a bath so you can soak that leg? I'll even throw in a massage to sweeten the deal."

Closing his fingers over the blankets, he pulls them in tighter and hunkers down. "Can I just hide here for a while?"

"Of course," Tommy says gently, without missing a beat. "Take as long as you need."

Tommy's arms tighten around the cocoon, enough that he can feel the walls of it push inward. Snug as a bug, or whatever the saying is. 'Safe as a lycaenid pupa in an ant colony' doesn't have the same ring to it, but it's just as true.

[sad-girl-hours23]

Hi! Is it too late to ask for a micro fic? If not, how about number 23 for Bucktommy?

I am so late getting to this, I’m sorry 😮‍💨

#23 was sated. I hope you like it 😌

They’re lying on Evan’s couch, legs tangled together. Tommy stills his hand in Evan’s curls just to make him pout and nip at his chin until Tommy gives in and when he does, Evan nuzzles at his jaw, practically purring. Tommy never imagined he could have this, Evan back in his arms again, and his heart’s never felt so full.

Evan tilts his head to meet Tommy’s eye. “Was it good?”

Tommy glances at the kitchen island, at the half-full wine glasses and half-eaten yellow cake. They’d abandoned both when, mid-conversation about getting back together, their appetites took a detour. He’d be tempted to go back for more of that caramel frosting if he wasn’t already so full. “The cake? Divine. I’ll never have store-bought again.”

“No, not the cake.”

Tommy grins and kisses Evan's pouting lips. “Was it good? What kind of question is that?”

Evan lifts his chin. “That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, you brat. It was the best sex of my life. Your cock has ruined me for anyone else. Is that what you want to hear?” 

Evan just nods, then lays his head on Tommy’s chest, like all is right in the world again.

[loucifersbitch]

ooooh how about 24, tender for the microfics? Either Louliver (😁) or bucktommy?

"You can't - you can't look at me like that. Okay? Not here."

Oliver slipped his arm out of Lou's grasp, looking confused.

"Look at you like what? I'm looking at you like I always do."

"No, you're looking at me like - like you're -" Lou cut himself off, gesturing up and down at Oliver. "It's too fucking tender."

"What the fuck. I'm acting," he whisper-yelled, looking more bewildered by the second. He glanced around set, noticing no one was paying them any attention. "I'm not looking at you any differently than Buck would look at Tommy, okay? They're supposed to be falling in love, so if I wanna look at you tenderly," he put air quotes around the word, "I will."

Blowing out a breath, Lou's shoulders sagged.

"You're right. I know you're right. I'm just -" he ran fingers through his unkempt curls, hoping hair and makeup wouldn't be too mad, "- I want to keep this thing between us, between us. At least for now. I'm sorry for being paranoid."

"Hey," it was Oliver's turn to grab Lou's arm, pulling him back behind a false wall where they were out of sight entirely, "I get it. I don't want anyone to know yet either." He slid his hand down until he could twine their fingers together. "We'll figure this out. In our own time and on our terms."

Lou nodded, swallowing roughly as he clung to Oliver's hand.

"And if I need to tone down the heart eyes a little, I can do that," Oliver added.

It had the desired effect when Lou smiled, his nose scrunching adorably.

"Okay. We got this," he said, pulling their hands up to kiss Oliver's knuckles. "Together."

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[leashybebes]

32 dust more and bucktommy please? 🥺

for my poor sickly pal. i hope this brings some comfort 💕

also, i guess i'm adding the extra challenge of these microfics being connected now because this follows on from #24 - tender

Tommy wakes up to an empty bed, but before he can start to worry, he registers the sound of Evan moving around downstairs. He rolls over in bed, into the faint remnants of the warmth left by Evan's body.

He clearly hears the movement because he calls up, "Stay right there! I'm bringing you breakfast in bed."

Tommy smiles and watches dust motes dance in the morning light, lets the sun and the sound of Evan humming downstairs do equal parts of the work of making him feel warm.

[hyperfocusthusly]

Hey! How about 24 for the microfic, for BuckTommy? ❤️❤️

Hey lovely!! 24 - tender

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Now that Tommy is settled, that he is home, that he is safe, Buck feels his heart rate start to return to normal.

“Hey, c’mere” Tommy reaches out from his place propped up in bed, he flinches at the movement but keeps his hand extended. Buck is quick to go to his side, distantly he hears the sound of the microwave beeping out its completion of heating the wheat bag for Tommy’s bruised side.

Tommy notices the brief flick of panic on Buck’s face and is quick to reassure him.

“I’m fine, really sweetheart, it’s just a bit tender.”

Buck isn’t sure that ‘a bit tender’ quite covers the after affects of having a ceiling beam fall on you but he stays quiet. Instead he links their hands together, sits to Tommy’s side, facing him but finds himself staring at the comforter instead, tears clouding his eyes.

Tommy rubs small circles into the back of his hand.

“You okay?” His tone is so careful, so aware of Buck’s pain, his fear. Buck nods, still not looking up, silently cursing the tears that break free and drip down onto the bed.

“I’ve just never been exactly here, like I know the 118 have all been hurt before and it was awful and I do love them but-“ he trails off, the tightness in his throat becoming too much to push past. He looks up, brushes his fingers along Tommy’s cheekbone, careful of the grazes that litter his face. “It’s never been someone I love.”

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[beanarie]

Did I already send you a microfic prompt? If I did, you can totally ignore this but otherwise what about 28 for bucktommy?

Also, I really hope you feel better soon!

oh gosh. thanks so much❤️ i'll live but i'm annoyed about it. continuing from part one . hope that's okay!

28. something about him

Buck's brain isn't working well enough to comprehend Tommy's still body being sped past him or wonder what he'll do if he doesn't start moving again. But it can manage some lower functions. He can follow behind.

He's not in anyone's way. He's not yelling at them. No one tells him to leave. They're all too busy.

You're still having such a hard time, Maddie observed the other day. It's worse than Abby. After her, you were confused, sad, stubborn. Now you're-

Wrecked, Buck breathed. There's something about him. About us. I can't just move on. I- I don't think I'm meant to.

Buck watches as the nurse handling the ambu bag lets go so they can use the defibrillator. He doesn't have the time or capacity to think, That's good. They wouldn't shock him if there wasn't something to shock. He simply flinches as Tommy seizes in reaction once, twice. Then everyone in the cubicle lets out a breath at the same time.

Tommy's eyelids flutter a moment before they open. Staff makes noise about moving him to the ICU and the gurney is in motion again. Buck takes two steps back without changing the direction of his gaze.

As the team rolls past, Tommy's hazy eyes widen. Buck feels his do the same.

He shouldn't be here. Tommy left him.

Something slams softly into his wrist, drawing his attention down. Oh.

Buck takes the clutching hand in both of his. "Hey, Tommy," he says, his voice quivering, "Welcome back."

[bangpop91]

Hi! Hope you’re having a good day!

For the Six Sentence Sunday:

Word: panic. Pairing: bucktommy

💜

Howdy!!!! Yesterday was busy but good and also very productive. I hope you are also having a great day! I hope you enjoy your microfic!

His heart had raced, it felt like he might have been having a heart attack, or palpitations. He hadn't been able to breathe. It was bad enough that Maddie was missing, taken the the newest series killer to stalk LA's streets; he'd tried calling Tommy needing his ex's calm reassurance that everything would be okay, that Maddie would be okay. Only it wasn't Tommy who answered his phone, it was his twin brother Donovan who he had never met but he'd heard so many stories about during him and Tommy’s six month relationship. The news that Tommy was missing hits him like lightening, he can barely hear over the blood rushing in his ears as Donovan explains Tommy hadn't shown up for several shifts with no explanation, when he'd gone to check on his twin there'd been signs of struggle, but no evidence that Tommy had killed, Evan didn't know how to comprehend that two of the people he lives most had been abducted by the killer.

But Tommy and Maddie are both alive, they will both be okay; Maddie is with Chimney and Hen receiving care and being loaded into the 118's ambulance. And Tommy is on a gurney, holding his hand tightly looking at Evan like he had been Tommy's savior and not the combined efforts of Delta squads 20 and 50; they have a lot to talk about, but they are going to be okay.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Buck was never a sex addict, he was hired to find out secrets about multiple women by having sex with them. Tommy is hired by the evil fbi to stop that. 7 years later (present time), they meet and abandon that mission because both were thinking "damn that man is hot as hell"

Lololol okay I'm very much here for this, let's go 😂

Abandon Mission

Agent Tommy Kinard had read Evan Buckley's file.

Evan Buckley.

AKA "Buck"; AKA "Firehose".

The sexiest goddamn freelance honeypot in the greater Los Angeles area. Spy on the side, he had been tasked by a variety of clients to get in the pants of many a woman to figure out their deepest, darkest secrets. He was a keeper of secrets, a master of charm, and apparently "The best fucking lay you'll ever have - I don't even regret it" (said and paraphrased by several of his targets after the fact).

And.

Tommy, at first, wasn't sure how he was going to stop this man. His boss, undercover agent Councilwoman Ortiz, had told him that Evan had information on her son that needed to be destroyed.

Tommy, who felt like he was always being tasked to do the dirty work of his superiors, agreed to the mission.

It was the job.

But maybe.

Maybe the job was wrong.

Tommy could be a fool. There was nothing in the rulebook that said you couldn't be a fool and a lower-tier grunt of an agent. But... but the moment he met Evan Buckley, something sparked.

A flame was lit inside Tommy as he seemingly "happened" upon Evan on a rogue helicopter mission seven years in the making.

And.

And.

There was something adorable about how, when waiting for Hen, Evan went into a huge speech on how hurricanes actually work and the history of hurricanes around the California coast.

There was that touch on Tommy's shoulder when they were all safe - that moment where it felt as if it was just Evan and himself. Staring at each other. A small smile on Evan's face. And, yeah, Tommy couldn't help but smile back.

And when he met with Evan for drinks after the rescue mission?

Well, Tommy found himself saying, "Evan, I was put here to spy on you."

Way too sincerely. Way too much emotion in the words.

And Evan laughed.

He leaned in.

He placed a hand on Tommy's cheek as he said, "Yeah. Me too. But I - I turned it down. I don't know why. Something - something about you is just - "

Tommy kissed him.

He didn't know if Evan swung his way. But he felt something there, in that moment, and he took a chance and - fuck, Evan was kissing him back too.

"Okay," said Evan as Tommy ended the kiss, "Okay, that was why I didn't want to spy on you."

Before.

Before pulling Tommy into a deeper kiss.

[alchemistc]

Let's goooo! 15. trembling hands

I already did this prompt but I've been steeping in a pile of blankets and a heating pad and miserable cramps for hours just thinking about this so:

"I just keep thinking about the last time you kissed me," Buck says, and he hates the waver in it, hates the way he has to set the neatly packed bankers box down on his island because his hands are shaking as bad as his voice.

Tommy gives him the kind of look he'd expect to see if he rounded a dark curve late at night and his headlights caught a deer crossing the road.

Total devastation lies ahead. Neither one of them gets out of this without a scratch.

He'd had a call, years back now. Some family driving home after an evening of movies and arcades and dinner, a nice newer SUV, a nervous creature who would have had plenty of time to cross into the woods but got stuck in the beam of light hurtling towards it. Until it tried to jump the vehicle right before impact.

The dad had died quick, Buck remembers. They'd only found that out later, though, because the deer hadn't died. Not then. Not right away. Not until after they'd arrived, because they'd watch the thing, stuck in the windscreen, panicked and dying and kicking.

Animal control didn't make it on scene until after the moms chest had been caved in.

Tommy's grip on the box in his own hands looks painful.

"It was just - it was the kind of kiss I figured we'd share a few thousand more times, you know?"

Nothing special, a barely there peck, an appetizer because they had places to be and they'd lost more than one reservation getting caught up before so they'd made it a habit of the greeting kiss being... quick.

"I just wish I'd known it was gonna be the last time."

It hurts to say. It hurts to think, but this one's been spinning on a loop every time he's got idle hands and an idle mind and it feels like Tommy should at least know that he -

"I have to go," Tommy says. He'd set this up with that excuse - I have some of your things, can I drop them off before work - like he could rip the bandaid and be done and Buck had spent twenty minutes folding and refolding the same pair of Tommy's sweatpants before he found the nerve to respond with a thumbs up.

"Yeah," Buck says, and takes a moment to drink in the sight of him a final time. Tommy's eyes dart to the hand still hanging at his side, fingers tapping out a rhythm against his palm, unlike the one holding onto his kitchen island like a lifeline.

This is it.

There's - nothing left to tie them together. No excuses to see each other again outside of random happenstance. He'd debated stuffing one of Tommy's zip ups into the bottom of his laundry basket for about ten minutes after Tommy let him know he was headed over, but that's in the box with everything else.

He has to look away when he realizes his vision's gone a little blurry.

"I'll... see you," Buck manages, and convinces himself he doesn't hear the blown out breath from where Tommy's standing.

He listens to the footsteps moving away. Hears the latch click and sucks in a breath so harsh Tommy has to hear it.

He remembers trying to shield those kids in the back seat from the sight of both their parents and wishes he at least had some bruises to show for the way his own chest feels like it's caving in.

The door clicks shut, and Buck turns towards it a second before he feels his chin being angled.

It's nothing like their first kiss, or the greeting kiss. This is the kiss he'd get when he couldn't shut the hell up about something and Tommy had to do something about it. The kiss they'd share when it became clear a movie wasn't holding his attention and Tommy pressed him into the couch cushions with a grin. The kiss he'd give when he was so overwhelmed by how he felt and didn't have the words to explain it so he'd poured every ounce of - of love into his lips and his tongue and his teeth because even if he didn't know how to say it he wanted Tommy to know.

It slows and settles into something soft and breathy and Buck lets the hand he'd curled over Tommy's jaw drop to his chest when they break it. Their breathing is shaky, and the hand clenched in the back of Buck's shirt shakes before he breaks the hold. Buck keeps his eyes closed. His throat is tight.

"That's - if I'd known it was the last one, that's the one I'd have wanted it to be," Tommy says, and then he's pulling away. Leaving.

The door clicks open and shut while Buck's eyes are still closed, and he stands there in silence for a good ten minutes until he's sure he can breath again. When he licks his lips he doesn't recognize the taste of the lip balm Tommy'd left behind there.

The box of Tommy's stuff is sitting on the end table.

It takes Buck four goddamn tries to type out a coherent text, with the way it's shaking in his hand.

You forgot to take your stuff, he sends.

Tommy's the kind of old school where he keeps his phone in the center console while he's driving, so he doesn't expect anything back immediately.

He refuses to let himself read into it at all. An honest mistake after leaving them both more hurt than the first time around.

He'll ask Chim to deliver it so they don't have to see each other again.

Forty-two minutes later, he happens to glance at his phone just in time to see the bubbles.

They disappear. Reappear. Disappear.

How forgetful of me.

And that's - that's all he gets for another five minutes. He nearly tosses his phone in the air when the bubbles come back, like somehow someone will have witnessed him staring at it hard enough to burn a hole through it.

Maybe you could bring it by sometime.

MVA, two adult males, significant internal injuries.

The bubbles are still there.

Think I may have forgotten a few of your things, anyway.

Buck doesn't believe that for a fucking second. He'd had a drawer, two hangers, a spot under the sink in the bathroom. Tommy's place had always reminded Buck how well suited they were, with how meticulously everything had a place.

Doesn't seem like you, Buck shoots back, and tries not to examine how close to the line of flirty he's being.

That was a terrible last kiss, Tommy sends back, almost immediately.

Buck's hands don't shake when he sends the next message. It's a blatant lie. It probably broke top ten. We could fix that.

[rcmclachlan]

23 for the microfic thing 🫶

"G-God, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I'm done," Buck says. Every part of him is humming with satisfaction and warmth. "I've reached the end, Tommy. I am boned dry."

There's a thoughtful pause, and then Tommy latches onto the sensitive stretch of skin between Buck’s thigh and soft dick, right where the joint meets, and sucks hard. It startles a groan out of Buck's throat with the hungry precision of a hawk flushing a rabbit out of hiding, and his heart kicks like he's the one cornered with no escape. It's purely reflex when his hand flies down to the back of Tommy's head, the hot pull of that mouth turning his fingers into claws, nails digging in every time Tommy’s cheeks hollow out.

"Harder," he grunts, clenching his hand in Tommy's hair and lifting his hips off the bed to meet the inexorable press of his teeth. “Fuck, do it harder."

It's physiologically impossible for him to come again, but Tommy's teeth sink into the meat of him so hard that it knocks something deep inside him askew, like a Tesla lamp that hits the floor and shatters the second it feels like the skin is going to break.

Buck throws his head back with a gasping cry and his body starts shivering so hard it actually might be a seizure. Then, out of nowhere, he goes completely boneless, and satisfaction and warmth fill every part of him. Even his hair feels like it's humming. There are soap suds in his brain, iridescent and trembling, and it's better than the best high he can ever remember having.

Tommy gently lowers his cheek to Buck's hip.

"'s that?" Buck mumbles, running a hand through Tommy's hair and sliding slowly into the sweet embrace of well-deserved sleep.

The last thing Buck registers is Tommy tilting his face to press a kiss to his wrist and saying, very smugly, "Punctuation."

[sad-girl-hours23]

41 🙂❤️

Sorry for the delay! 41 was comfort food and this is probably not what you had in mind, so sorry? Or, you're welcome? I hope you enjoy (sorry for the lack of food!) 🤭❤️🍰

Tommy rests against the headboard, in desperate need of a nap. And possibly an IV. Evan is nestled between his legs, resting his head on Tommy’s thigh. Both of them are a bit boneless and giddy and there’s cake and frosting in places where cake and frosting should never be, but his fiancé is right where he belongs.

“Admit it,” Evan says, “I have the best ideas.”

Tommy hums as he picks a piece of red velvet from Evan’s curls. “You do have the best ideas. But we’re still no closer to deciding on our wedding cake.”

“Hey, not true. We’ve eliminated a few options. We both weren’t fans of the salted caramel.”

“Too much salt, not enough caramel. What about the coconut?”

“It was okay, a little dry. I was more impressed with the cream cheese frosting though.” Evan caresses Tommy’s thigh. “In fact, I think you still have a bit right—”

“Oh, that’s not—”

Evan wrinkles his nose. “Not frosting.”

Tommy laughs. “Nope.”

Evan smirks, but before he can go back for seconds, Tommy hauls him up and kisses him, licking into his mouth, and chasing the taste of them on his tongue.

[eddieblrs]

shouting out thatmexisaurusrex!

Apart from the all the positivity they spread with all of their ask games, their hilarious (inspired by spy!tommy) crackfics and all the adorable microfics, they are the reason I joined tumblr.

Also, who doesn't love Denial-verse! They are an amazing fic writer!

(I don't know their pronouns so I went with they sorry!)

@thatmexisaurusrex 🫶

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[loucifersbitch]

BuckTommy 45 for the Microfic thing

45. svelte

"You cannot be serious right now."

"What? What did I say?"

"Babe, no one says that word anymore."

"What word? Svelte?"

"Exactly. No one says 'svelte.'"

"I say 'svelte.'"

"And absolutely no one says 'svelte' when referring to a porn star."

"But am I wrong, Evan?"

"No, but it's - you're just - no one would call him that."

"I just did."

"Tommy -"

"Look at him. He's svelte, baby."

"He's a twink. Just call him a twink."

"But he's a svelte twink."

"You're ridiculous."

"And you're still turned on by this discussion, so are you sure you want me to stop?"

"..."

"Evan?"

"Keep going."

"I knew you'd come around eventually."

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

[originalcrime]

Btw if u are the anon who requested a bucktommy microfic from me that I have gotten to yet I am sooo sorry I promise I will write it it’s a good prompt I just have not had the chance to get to it yet! but I appreciate you submitting it and I will definitely write it