#bucktommy prompt

[weewoo911]

AU Where actor Evan Buckley has finally broken out of his typecast of being the boy-next-door Love Interest in low budget romcoms and gotten a role as a firefighter in a movie/show (could even be Hotshots lol) and is sent to shadow some real firefighters as research for his role

He’s fascinated by it and loving every minute - if only he could understand why Firefighter Kinard seems to dislike him so much 😔 Especially since he seems really ✨cool✨ (and his hands are so big…)

Meanwhile still a little closeted and repressed Tommy is desperately trying to keep a lid on it but Blorbo from his romantic comedies is RIGHT THERE and looking at him with those big sad puppy dog eyes

[aesthetictarlos]

New day, new bucktommy au idea because I can't help myself. Do you know postcrossing? I didn't until five minutes ago but it would be great for an AU.

Buck likes sending postcards and he's a bit sad that Maddie never replies so he signs up to the postcrossing website while he's still travelling across the States and South America because it would be nice to send a postcard and receive one in return. He sends a few postcards all over the world, until he's given the address of this Tommy Kinard guy and somehow this feels different.

There's something about the postcard Tommy sends him that catches his interest, so he just sends another one and Tommy does the same and in the span of three months they exchange a lot of postcards until Buck decides to go for it and - even if it's a bit risky - he scribbles his phone number on the last postcard he sends before settling in LA.

Tommy texts him and they start talking, finding out that they're both in LA now. It's Tommy who asks him to meet and of course it's love at first sight.

(Even if it actually was love at first postcard.)

[styxhuntress]

Desperately need more BuckTommy canon rewrite fics where Buck has someone giving positive self worth lessons to him so that he doesn’t wind up just taking whatever shit the 118 give out. Not necessarily bashing fic for 118 but at the very least it winds up a bit less one-sided. And obviously Buck has ADHD.

[kinardnatural]

Pairing: BuckTommy Prompt: Tommy asks Buck to move in. <3 <3 <3 <3

OH THIS WILL BE FUN. I have so many scenarios inside my head regarding that, so here goes one of them!

Warning for terrible dialogue. I just don't know how to make it sound flowy and natural 🥲

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It comes up unexpected and unprompted on a regular Tuesday morning when Buck is spitting out the toothpaste out of his mouth into Tommy's bathroom sink with Tommy mimicking him right after.

He hands Tommy his pack of floss threader next and he doesn't catch Tommy's smile of amusement until he's wiped his mouth clean from any toothpaste remains.

"What's so funny?" He sees Tommy's eyes glinting playfully with a hint of adoration in the reflection of the bathroom mirror and turns to face his boyfriend properly.

"You do realize what is happening here, right?"

Buck blinks. Confused, and Tommy ducks his head and chuckles. "Evan. You handing me the flosser without me asking. You did the exact same thing with the toothpaste. And my comb. You've been doing it the past few times you've stayed over."

And Buck smiles at that. "I suppose I have. I guess I didn't think about it."

"Exactly. You're getting comfortable."

And that's when Buck's smile fades. He's been through this before and knows what comes next. You're getting comfortable. He is getting ahead of things again, going too hard too fast for his partner's liking. You're getting comfortable. You're getting comfortable.

"Whoa! Evan! Hey. You still with me?"

"I'm sorry!"

Tommy stares at Buck for a moment with eyebrows furrowed in mixture of concern and confusion.

"What are you sorry about? I think it's great."

"You know I can take it if–"

"Okay, I think I know what is going on here. C'mere." Tommy's words are soft and encouraging when he tilts Buck's chin up with his fingers, and despite the uncertainty going on inside Buck's head at the moment, he can't help but to follow his instinct and fall right into Tommy's personal space.

"Whatever is happening inside your head right now? It's not real. I am right here, Evan. I am not your exes. I am not put off by your presence. It's the complete opposite of that."

And Buck believes him. Of course he does. Tommy has the power to read him and wash away any doubt with so much sincerity and care that it feels impossible not to trust him.

It doesn't make Buck feel any less stupid for even having that doubt in the first place.

"Of course I know that, Tommy. Deep down I– I do know that."

"Well, that's a relief. But in case there is any doubt left lingering..." Tommy is looking nervous all of a sudden, causing Buck to look right back at Tommy with the same confusion as before.

"When I said you're getting comfortable I meant it as a good thing, because... you seem right at home. I mean in my mind you've already moved in so I guess what I am trying to say is–"

"Yes!"

"Wha– Evan! I haven't asked the question yet."

"You said moving in! I think I can make the connection."

Tommy laughs and Buck smiles back widely.

"So it's a yes? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Yes, Tommy, I am sure."

Tommy sighs with relief. "Okay."

"Okay."

[wannabanauthor]

I need Tommy to call Buck’s “bluff”.

Buck said he doesn’t have to have feelings for someone in order to sleep with them.

Tommy should show up on Saturday and say, “Your mouth wrote a check that your ass and throat can cash in.”

Let Buck fuck! Tommy. Let him fuck Tommy multiple times. Give me messy exes pining for each other while sleeping together.

And then we slide in that jealousy arc. Tommy stops sleeping with Buck once he starts dating again.

Buck finds out in the middle of asking Tommy to come over. Tommy is honest and says he has a date, and then he avoids Buck for a while because you can’t get over your ex if you’re still fucking them.

Buck waits a few days after hearing Tommy is dating before he starts assuming the worst. He wants Tommy, all of him.

He doesn’t know how to fix things, but he assumes that things between Tommy and his date will fizzle out quickly.

Then a week goes by without any contact from Tommy. Buck tries reassure himself that everything is fine.

Then a month goes by, and still not a word from Tommy.

Buck spends most of his free time staring at his phone, willing Tommy to call or text him. The 118 are tempted to snatch his phone again and block Tommy’s number, but he practically keeps it duct taped to his body so they can’t do it.

So after a night out with the FireFam at a bar, Buck won’t stop whining and pining for Tommy.

Chimney, being the good wingman he is, orders an Uber for Buck that sends him straight to Tommy’s house, which Buck was unaware of until he arrives.

He has to get out of the car regardless if he wants to talk to Tommy, so he spends like 5 minutes gathering up the courage to knock on the front door. Only Tommy’s truck is parked in the driveway, so Buck thanks the stars for that. It’d be super awkward if Tommy’s new boyfriend was there.

Buck then finds some false confidence and knocks on Tommy’s door.

And when Tommy opens the door, Buck nearly stops breathing. Tommy looks surprised and amused to see him. Something Buck was not counting on.

“Hey, so I haven’t heard from you, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Buck says.

Tommy raises an eyebrow. “Hmm, so you didn’t come over hoping we would fuck?”

Buck winces. It sounds bad if you say it like that.

“No, just worried. But you seem fine, so I’ll just-“

“Evan, wait,” Tommy says and steps out onto the porch. “I should have checked in with you, and that’s my fault. As much fun as we had, I can’t continue hooking up with you. I’m trying to move on, and I can’t do that if I’m still in your bed.”

“Is it serious?” Buck asks.

Tommy frowns. “What do you mean?”

“The guy you’re seeing. Is it serious or-“

“Evan,” is all Tommy says.

Buck can’t get a read on him, and Tommy has his best poker face on. Then Tommy averts his eyes, and Buck takes that as a “yes”.

“Okay,” Buck says, trying to blink away tears. “Right, none of my business. I hope things work out between you two. You deserve to be happy.”

Tommy doesn’t say anything, but he looks almost as heartbroken as Buck.

“Buck, I’m sorry,” Tommy says. “Right person but wrong timing.”

It doesn’t take the sting away for Buck, and he looks fully resigned to this fate. He quickly orders an Uber, and Tommy is enough of a gentleman to wait for it to arrive.

It’s an awkward silence, but then the driver arrives, and Tommy gives Buck a goodbye hug. Buck wants to cling to him, but he can’t.

Once Buck gets home, he cries. Hard. Full on sobbing with anxiety/panic physical response.

Another month goes by, and Eddie and Christopher come back to LA for a quick visit.

Eddie knows his best friend is elbow deep in emotional pain, so he decides to be a good friend and sleeps at Buck’s house along with Christopher to keep Buck’s spirits up.

Buck is an emotional mess, and he can’t even bake his feelings away because it reminds him of Tommy.

One Saturday morning (remember that jingle?), while Eddie and Christopher are visiting, and Eddie is cooking breakfast for all three of them.

The doorbell rings, and Buck goes to answer it, opens it up and sees Tommy.

“H-hey, Tommy,” Buck says confused and weirdly happily?

“Can we talk? I need to be honest with you about-“ Tommy starts.

“Buck, your breakfast is going to get cold,” Eddie says as he joins Buck in the doorway. “Oh, hi Tommy.”

“Oh, hi, Eddie,” Tommy says and his eyes dart from Buck to Eddie. “Nevermind, I should go.”

“This isn’t what it looks like,” is Buck’s panicked response.

Tommy shakes his head. “It’s none of my business. I’m just going to leave.”

Buck turns his head to glare at Eddie, and Tommy takes that quick distraction to start walking back to his truck.

Buck follows Tommy while Eddie gets back to cooking.

“Tommy, stop,” Buck says. “Please.”

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“Stop calling me that,” Buck says. He’s angry and hurt and all these emotions that have been swirling inside his head since the day Tommy broke up with him.

He manages to get in front of Tommy to stop him.

“You’re the last person I would consider a hypocrite, yet here you stand,” Buck says, with a little bitterness. “You have a boyfriend.”

“No, I don’t.”

Buck scoffs. “Fine, you had a boyfriend.”

“It was one date. And I spent the entire time thinking of you.”

Now Buck is confused. “Wait, but you said-“

“I said I was trying to move on. I didn’t say I was successful,” Tommy says, and for once his face and body are aligned with his words. He’s being sincere and honest.

“So you thought it was better to let me assume you moved on with someone else?!”

“I was too much of a coward to tell you the truth. It was an easy out for me to go with your assumption than the truth.”

“And what’s the truth?”

“I’m in love with you, and I’ve spent the last few months in therapy trying to work through it.”

Buck is quiet for once, so Tommy keeps talking.

“I miss you. Your smile, your laugh, your jokes, your rants and rambles, and most of all, I miss being able to wake up next to you,” Tommy confesses. “I’ve been just as miserable as you are, and I should have been honest from the start. But that’s my fault. I feel like I failed you/us so many times that I wanted to get help to fix things between us.”

Buck is a swirl of emotions: confusion, relief, anger, hurt

“I don’t expect things to change between us just because I showed up and told you I love you,” Tommy says.

Buck is quiet for a moment, then says “Why not?”

It takes Tommy less than a second to comprehend that, and Buck loves the warm smile on his face when it registers for Tommy.

“You want to try again?” Tommy asks, moving closer to Buck.

Buck steps forward, uses his fingers to lift Tommy’s chin and then kisses him.

“I love you too,” Buck whispers against his lips.

Tommy hugs him and holds him tight. They forget that they technically have an audience in the house.

Christopher and Eddie watch from the doorway, both smiling.

“Now that we got all of that over with, let’s have some breakfast,” Eddie says.

Tommy narrows his eyes slightly, and Buck kisses his frown away.

“I am not interested in my straight best friend, Tommy. He and Christopher flew out to cheer me up,” Buck says, and puts a possessive arm around Tommy.

While Buck is 100% sure that Eddie is straight, he does know that Tommy has a weakness for clueless men.

“The invitation includes you, Tommy,” Eddie says with a roll of his eyes.

Buck is now the one glaring at Eddie. “He’s mine. Get your own.”

“But I thought he was straight,” Tommy teases.

“And I thought I was straight until I met you,” Buck says and grabs Tommy’s hand. He starts leading them back up the house.

Once they get inside, Buck turns to Eddie. “You owe my boyfriend an apology.”

“Boyfriend?” Tommy asks hopefully.

“Apology?” Eddie asks.

“You stopped talking to him after the breakup. Not cool, man. He flew you to Vegas!”

Tommy pulls Buck into his arms and kisses him on the cheek. “Babe, simmer down.”

“He’s not good with relationships,” Christopher chimes in with the assist.

They all turn to stare at him. You can practically see the mental note they all write in their heads: a child’s place is not in adult conversations.

But since this is the first time Tommy and Buck have seen Christopher in ages, they let it slide for the moment.

And it ends with the sound fading out as they sit around the breakfast table, eating and chatting.

Happily Ever After.

If anyone wants to turn this into an actual fanfic, please do! In fact, DM me so I can read it and share with others.

I could probably pull this off, but I am busy trying to deal with my own mental health to attempt to write it any time soon.

[typicalopposite]

OHHHHHH MY GOD I JUST GOT A BUCKTOMMY PROMPT IDEA!

(Thank you random PenPal letter ad on instagram)

The lake house AU! Do firehouses even have mailboxes? IDK! But come onnn 😱

Ok so however they are getting the letters it’s between closeted Tommy maybe before he even becomes friends with Chim and Hen. And he just signs T on his letters. And like pre season 7 Buck who signs his Evan. So when anyone mentioned Tommy, Buck doesn’t catch on. And if they mention Buck, Tommy doesn’t catch on.

(SN: I’ve never actually watched the lake house 🫠 I just know the premise)

But like they realize they are years apart and they help each other realize things about themselves and *insert tons of fluff and pining and ANGSTTTTT* then they meet at the rescue mission! 😀😀😀 COME ON! RIGHT?!

Someone plz write this!

[kinardsevan]

Ummm.... I'm gonna need a fic where HenRen spend weeks trying to set up a meeting between BuckTommy (pre s7 would probably make more sense) because they just know.

And then...idk? Maybe there's a dinner party planned that they're supposed to attend, and somehow Evan and Tommy miss it because they both get stuck somewhere (elevator? minor fender bender? a fucking long ass train breaks down? idk I live in the midwest lolol)

anyway, they do or don't (really don't care lol) realize they were headed to the same event to be set up, but still end up getting together in the event that pushes them together.

PLEASE.

[118plus]

hi, v! if you're still open to prompts, can i request one with topless tommy back-hugging topless buck and kissing the top of his spine? love your gorgeous gorgeous art 🫶

I'm never going to stop drawing them sleeping aren't I 😶‍🌫️

[verschlimmbesserung]

yesyesyes

I have the dumbest fic idea. You know those parents with babies on planes who give other passengers little bags with ear plugs, candy, and a note saying "I'm new at this, please bear with me"? Buck makes some for his close by neighbors but the note says "I haven't seen my boyfriend for six weeks and he's coming over tonight. Please accept this gift of earplugs." From the point of view of the elderly couple who lives next door finding the bag on their welcome mat.

This is not dumb, I need 20k, E rated. On my desk by Monday. thank you.

[weewoo911]

Alternate first meeting where the 118 responds to a LAFD helicopter crash and it’s bad. The pilot is most likely not going to make it, and Hen, Chim & Bobby all know him. He’s the guy Buck replaced.

Tommy Kinard, pinned, bleeding too quickly and heavily concussed- still knows how bad his situation is. He’s written himself off. He’s going to die. He asks about the safety of his passengers and apologises for the inconvenience of the crash. Maybe he’s a little loopy from blood loss.

He looks up at the firefighter working to free him from the twisted metal and says something like “Wow, you’re gorgeous. I’d love to take you on a date if I wasn’t about to die”

This startles a laugh out of Buck, who finally manages to get him free and hooks his pinkie around Tommy’s and squeezes tight, promising if Tommy pulls through they’ll go on the best damn date ever.

Of course Tommy has a miraculous recovery and he has no real intention of holding his rescuer to the promise- but Evan Buckley (who has always considered himself straight) is taking this one hundred percent seriously. Its a sign and he is not messing with the magic of the pinkie-swear and yeah maybe the guy is really hot and makes his tummy a bit swoopy but thats normal right

[aesthetictarlos]

Putting this here because while I'm planning to write something about it I'm also planning to write tons of other fics so if someone wants to go ahead and write this I'll be okay with that!

BuckTommy AU where they work together (it can also be at the firehouse, with Tommy never leaving the 118) and they pick each other's names for Secret Santa.

They don't know each other well (maybe because they only met recently) but they both have a slight crush on the other and they want to find the perfect gift for the other so they start asking questions to the rest of the crew. That's how Buck finds out that Tommy's interested in aviation and how Tommy finds out Evan is interested in a lot of things.

They end up picking wonderful gifts for each other and Tommy tears up a little as he finds out that Evan gifted him a flying experience and a rare, autographed book while Tommy got him something that he only mentioned like once while they were aimlessly talking on the way back from a call.

That's how Buck realizes that Tommy's been listening to him, really listening to him even when he rambles and he tells him as much and Tommy's like "Yeah, I always listen because I– I like you a lot," and oh, is that a mistletoe?

[leashybebes]

Hi! Love your work so much! I have a very vague prompt and it’s just Tommy being emotionally vulnerable with Buck. Idc what about I just need this man in tears please and thanks.

well this got longer than intended! i've skimmed over it but basically banged it out in fifteen minutes bc turns out i also need this man in tears

When the bubble pops six weeks after Tommy walked out of the loft, it's not at all what Buck was expecting. He'd hoped for an 'I'm sorry', an 'I was wrong', an 'I want you back'. In bitter moments, he'd even hoped for Tommy to say something really dickish so Buck could just hate him and get on with his life. Hell, even a random string of letters that Buck could interpret as an accident or an attempt to open the lines of communication depending on his mood.

What he gets is:

I've been going to therapy

Finally, right?

I hate it

And then radio silence for the better part of an hour. Buck is about to tear his hair out. He drafts and doesn't send half a dozen responses. The loft smells of chocolate cake by the time the next message comes through.

Sorry, call.

Tell me to get lost, it's fine. But I was wondering if we could talk. I owe you an explanation.

Buck reads it twice, takes the cake out of the oven to cool. Scrolls back up to read the messages from the start. Later, once the cake is filled with sharp redcurrant jelly and covered in a perhaps overly generous layer of toffee buttercream, he picks up his phone again.

I owe you an explanation is glaring at him.

Yeah you do, he sends back. Come over when your shift is done.

The reply is almost instant:

Thank you. 2 hrs.

Two hours suddenly feels like both not enough time to prepare, and far too much time to tie himself up in knots. He deep cleans the kitchen, makes a shopping list, checks in with Maddie. He doesn't mention that he's going to see Tommy.

Somehow, two hours pass in the blink of an eye and Buck realizes - he has no idea what he's going to say. He's spent the last month and a half trying with everything in him not to call Tommy, and he's just now realizing he has no idea what he would have said if he'd given into the urge. Maybe he just wanted to hear the guy's voice, and now he's about to, and he has no idea what to do with himself.

The knock at the door makes him jolt, and that's it, there's no more time to think. His first thought when he opens the door is that it's not fair that Tommy looks so good. He has no business looking so good. His hair is freshly trimmed, those greys at his temple that admittedly send Buck a little feral sparkling in the low light of the hall, his favorite blue Henley soft and stretched across the bulk of his chest, his eyes - Buck's whole train of thought derails because he looks again and Tommy looks - scared. Sad. Like he's holding back from flinching by the skin of his teeth.

"Hey, Tommy."

"Hi, Evan."

Evan, he notes. Steps back. Waves Tommy inside. Tries not to notice the way Tommy's face crumples a little as he steps over the threshold.

"Never thought I'd be here again," he says.

"Me either," Buck admits. "Well, after the first couple weeks when I - " When I sat around and waited for you to come back and tell me you made a mistake. He bites his tongue. Much as he wants to be real bitchy about this, Tommy looks like he is on the edge, and nothing in Buck wants to make that worse.

"You want a coffee?"

"Uh. Sure," Tommy says, and it gives Buck the opportunity to turn his back, to breathe. He's achingly aware of Tommy behind him, of the gravity of his presence, the sound of his breathing (a little shaky), the slight creak as he takes a seat. Buck still has the stupid almond milk and the stupid syrup Tommy likes in his stupid candy flavored coffee, has been buying the former on reflex and can't bring himself to use the latter and taste Tommy's kisses without the man himself. He makes the coffee, even cuts Tommy a slice of cake, and dumps them both in front of him.

Tommy blinks down at the cake, up at Buck. "You made that?"

"Yeah," Buck says. "Been getting real into baking since - well, since."

"Oh." Tommy chews on his lip, looks away again.

"Every time I wanna call you, I bake," Buck admits, the words falling into the silence between them with more weight than they deserve given how ridiculous they are, really.

Tommy glances up at him. "Yeah?"

Buck swivels, pulls open the door to his fridge which is still groaning under the weight of saran wrapped loaves and cakes and tupperwares full of cookies.

"That's - that's a lot."

Buck shrugs. "Yeah, well."

The silence is painful. Awkward in a way they've never really been with each other. Buck throws himself down onto the stool opposite Tommy, tries not to think about how this is exactly where they were sitting when - when. From the look on his face, the way Tommy can't meet his eyes, he's thinking the exact same thing. This is - it's the worst, Buck thinks miserably.

"So, therapy, huh?" he blurts out.

Tommy nods, takes a deep breath. "After I left that night, I - I drove to the movie theater."

Buck blinks. That is…not what he was expecting. "Uh…"

"Bought a ticket and everything. Realized on my way in that that's - that's not normal. Nothing I did that night was normal. You - you made me so happy, and I blew that up the second it sounded like maybe you wanted something long-term. That - that's not normal. The way I think about - about relationships, about love, about myself. It's not normal."

Buck feels like he's holding his breath.

"So I went home. Drank a couple of beers. Psyched myself up. Booked an appointment for the next day."

"That's…" Buck doesn't know what to say. "That's quick."

"Yeah. I don't - " Tommy looks away. Buck can't see it, but he can tell that he's bouncing his leg anxiously. "I wanna stop being a fucking - a wrecking ball. I wanna stop hurting people, stop hurting myself, but it feels like it's all I do."

Buck can't bite his tongue quick enough. "You make choices, Tommy."

Tommy nods and shrinks in on himself. "I know that. I do. It doesn't feel like it, but I do. I get scared and I make the worse choice every time because it's easier than being brave, and I tell myself it's the only choice but - it's not. I know that. I do know that. I'm - I'm so fucked up, Evan."

His eyes are swimming with tears and Buck knows he's no better. Everything in him is screaming at him to reach out, but he clenches his hands together under the table to stop himself. This is - this is maybe the most real Tommy's ever been with him, maybe the most real he's seen Tommy be with himself, and Buck doesn't want to interrupt it, even as every part of him wants to gather Tommy up to him and soothe him and promise him everything's okay. Everything's so far from okay. He watches Tommy take a few deep breaths, recognises the pattern and the count from his own therapy sessions.

"My - my dad - you know, he's an asshole. But he wasn't always. He and my mom - they were so in love. I mean, stars in their eyes, to the exclusion of everything and everyone else, they adored each other. Even before she died, I didn't - there wasn't space for me in there. And after - I guess I remind him of what he lost. They loved each other, and it hurt me. Abby loved me, and I hurt her. I loved N - Nick, and he h - hurt me. I - "

Tommy clears his throat wetly and looks away while Buck thinks who the fuck is Nick and how do I break his kneecaps?

"You what, Tommy?" he asks instead, and it comes out gently.

"I love you," Tommy says, and Buck pretends he isn't paying attention to the tense, pretends his heart isn't rabbiting inside his chest. "I love you, and I hurt us both and I'm - I'm poison, Evan, I'm nothing but sharp edges but I swear I'm trying not to be and I know it's too late but I'm so - I'm so sorry, I'm so - "

He's fully crying now, trying to hide his face in his hands and Buck can't hold back anymore, closes the space between them and gets his arms around the bulk of Tommy's shoulders where they're shaking.

"Don't," Tommy begs, his whole body tightening, so tense Buck's worried something is going to snap. "Don't - d - don't - I don't deserve - "

"Shh," Buck says, pressing his face into Tommy's hair and stopping himself from making it a kiss at the last second. "I don't care what you think you deserve, just let me hold you, okay? Just let me."

Tommy cries harder, soaking Buck's shirt, and Buck doesn't know how long it goes on for but suddenly Tommy's holding him too, clinging in a way he never has before, in a way that feels desperate and fierce and heartbroken.

"It's okay," Buck promises in spite of himself. He strokes his fingers over the short cropped hairs on the nape of Tommy's neck. "I've got you, it's okay. Just try to breathe, baby, you're gonna make yourself sick."

Baby slips out without any intention on his part, but Tommy doesn't seem to notice, just heaves in a hitching, gulping breath, then another, and another. He shifts in Buck's arms, pulling away and Buck lets him. He doesn't retreat to his own seat though, doesn't feel right to put any distance between them while Tommy presses the heels of his hands into his eyes like he can force the tears back inside.

"I'm sorry," he says, when he's a little calmer. "I've got no right - "

"Stop, okay. Just - stop being so horrible to yourself."

Tommy nods. "Yeah. Working on that. I know - I know it's too late, and I swear I didn't come here with the intention of - of crying all over you and making you feel bad for me. I just - I wanted you to know that I'm sorry, and I know that I fucked up real bad. I know - like I said, I know it's too little, too late, but I want you to know I'm working on - on being better."

Buck chews on the inside of his lip clearly for a second too long because Tommy gives a sharp little nod.

"That's all I wanted to say," he says, pushing back from the table and starting to stand. "I'll get out of your - "

"Sit your ass down," Buck says, a little rougher than he intended. Tommy does as he's told, blinking rapidly and Buck pushes away from the table, paces across the kitchen and back again.

"Evan…"

"Shut up. If you keep making decisions for me, I'm gonna - I'm gonna start throwing loaves at your head."

Tommy makes a noise that's half laugh, half sob, and Buck fights back the tiny grin that's tugging at his mouth.

"You - you really think you're this irredeemable asshole that doesn't deserve to be happy, don't you?"

Tommy shrugs, looks away. "If the shoe fits…"

Buck whirls around, yanks open the fridge, grabs the first loaf he sees. "This is coffee and walnut. It's dense. Last warning, jackass."

Tommy's laugh is more distinct this time. "Evan. Okay. Yes, I think that. But I'm - I'm working on not."

"Okay. Okay. So - so work on it." He puts the loaf down. "Work on it, and take me on a date."

Tommy looks like he's being rebooted without warning. "You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

"I - "

"Tell me why I can't be serious."

"Because! Because I'm - I'm a mess. I hurt you. I left."

"You came back," Buck counters. "Even if it was only to apologize."

"You deserve better."

"I want you."

"I don't - I don't know when I'll be - better than I am."

"You're better today than the day you left. You're here."

"Evan…"

"Yes or no, Tommy. Take me on a date."

"I - "

"Yes or no."

"Yes. Please, yes."

Buck exhales for what feels like the first time in weeks. "Okay. Okay. That's a start."

He puts the loaf back in the fridge, takes Tommy's coffee away to reheat it, and the whole time he can feel Tommy's eyes on him, watching him like he's something precious.

[kinardnatural]

Bucktommy is bucktommying hard inside my head. Send prompts or headcanons?

[wannabanauthor]

I want a BuckTommy fanfic

That's similar to Callie and Erica's (Grey's Anatomy) date when they first had sex.

Callie and Erica had decided to wait to have sex for a while because they were both new to dating women and didn't want to rush things.

But after one of their dates, they were both talking about how waiting was such a good thing because it takes the pressure off...and there was a moment of silence before they just launched at each other and started making out desperately and fell onto a couch with their arms wrapped around each other, and fade to black. (Let's not talk about what happened after that, and I'm still angry at Callie for being a hypocrite for cheating on Erica and making it seem like it was necessary for her to sleep with Mark to figure out her sexuality)

So what if Tommy and Buck had a similar experience. After their third date, Tommy walks Buck to his loft, and decides to hang out for a bit and drinking beer. And they start talking about how glad they are to be taking things slow since Buck was new to all of this.

I can see them making eye contact for a second, Buck slowly moving into Tommy's personal space, Tommy looks at Buck's lips says "ah, fuck it," pulls Buck to him and kisses him while tangling his fingers in Buck's hair, meanwhile Buck is frantically trying to get them both undressed and leads Tommy to the couch.

They're so frantic and desperate that they both get off just from some dry-humping while shirtless and making out on the couch.

It takes the edge off slightly, but Tommy has this fierce look in his eyes that makes Buck's mouth go dry. Then Tommy proceeds to suck him dry, right there on the couch.

Then Buck drags Tommy to his bed and proceeds to finger Tommy's ass while kissing him senseless until he comes. They manage to somewhat get cleaned up before passing out spooning each other.

Then in the morning after a shower and breakfast, Tommy rides Buck. Can't decide if it would be on the couch or in bed.

Regardless, I can see them having a sex marathon for days. Buck is a very eager learner, and Tommy matches his stamina.

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Househusband Buck this, househusband Buck that, what about househusband TOMMY?

Give me Captain Buckley-Kinard and his trophy husband who puts silly little sticky notes in his lunch!! Please!!

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Needing to get my eyes on a Princess Bride/BuckTommy AU pls and thank you 🥺 if there already is one or if someone wants to write one… or if I need to write one idk… IDC! I just need it