#bucktommy week

[livsoulsecrets]

@bucktommyweek Prompt: Day 6 - Pride (flags)

#BUCKTOMMY: Hot to go!

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[salty-autistic-writer]

For @bucktommyweek, June 5: "Bad Weather Days" Title: Healing Love

Summary: Or: One time Buck gets sick, one time Tommy gets sick plus one time they both get sick. (For Bucktommy / Tevan week Day: Bad Weather Days)

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Buck doesn’t get sick often. 

Usually, his immune system shakes off any kind of bacteria or virus that tries to invade his body. But now, for the first time in years, he’s hit with a sickness like a truck. It might be the flu. Whatever it is, it seems to be the Queen bee of sickness, sending her worker-bacteria everywhere to shut down Buck’s immune system and force him to stay in bed the whole day.

It’s horrible. Ugly. Nasty. And it overwhelmed him in the middle of the night.

Buck’s nose won’t stop running. He can barely breathe. His eyes are red, swollen and itchy. There is a persistent scratching sensation in his throat that forces him to dry-cough every few seconds. His bed is surrounded by crumpled used tissues. He feels too hot in his own skin like he’s boiling from the inside.

Damnit. He can’t go anywhere like this. It’s his day off anyway. Of course, it is. But Tommy and he had a dinner night with a Star Wars marathon - and mind-blowing sex, obviously - planned, since Tommy doesn’t have to work either, which rarely ever happens. Great.

With a heavy heart, Buck pulls out his phone and writes a message to Tommy.

Sorry, we have to postpone movie night, I’m sick. 😷

Tommy answers almost immediately. How sick? 😨 You need a doctor? I can drive you.

Buck smiles through another terrible painful coughing fit. How can Tommy be that cute? He’s so … thoughtful, considerate and sweet. Buck doesn’t know how he deserved this. He’s really not that special. But Tommy looks at him like he is.

He types: Might be the flu. I think I just have to lay here and endure this.😞

Ok. I’ll come over and cuddle you.

Wait, what?! Buck hesitates, his fingers hovering above his phone. Tommy can’t mean that. Buck is one big living bacteria, coming here would surely make Tommy sick too.

But then you’ll get sick too!, he types, frowning.

I don’t care. You need endless cuddles. And tea. And food.

Buck has to bury his face in a pillow for a moment, like an embarrassed blushing teenager. 

Oh God. He is so in love, it’s ridiculous. His stomach is full of fluttering butterflies and his ears are burning and he feels dizzy in a good way. Right now, he wants nothing more but Tommy by his side, fussing over him and taking care of him, if he’s being honest.

Buck never had that. Not like this. 

He wants it. But there’s a persistent nagging voice in the back of his mind, admonishing him: Don’t be a burden, don’t ask for too much, don’t be too demanding, don’t be too much!

Buck swallows. He nervously chews on his lip and types: You’re sure???, while thinking: Please be sure …

Yeah.

Buck smiles and starts to feel a suspicious burning in his eyes. He tries to figure out how he can show Tommy through text what this means to him.  

What did I do to deserve you?🥲

Hmmmm. You booked a helicopter ride into a hurricane?

I did. Thank God, I did, Buck writes back, his heart jumping a loop in his chest.

Yes. Thank God, you did. See you soon, babe. Don’t die.

Buck’s laugh turns into a cough. I’ll try not to.  ~

Buck falls asleep while waiting for Tommy. Fortunately, they already exchanged keys. So he gets to wake up to the smell of tea and soup. And to Tommy, sitting on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through Buck’s sweat-soaked hair. Even though Buck’s head is swimming in fever-induced fog by now, he’s so happy to see Tommy, he smiles and tries to tell Tommy, only to break into a cough again.

“Hey,” Tommy says, worry filling his eyes. He puts the back of his hand against Buck’s forehead and frowns. “You’re too hot.”

Buck groans and leans into the touch. Tommy’s hand is so cool. It’s heaven … “No,” he says, his eyes snapping open, when he feels Tommy’s touch leave. “No. Please. Don’t.”

Tommy puts his hand back. “Jesus, Evan. I think we should get you to the hospital.”

“No. No hospital,” Buck groans, putting his own hand on Tommy’s. “Please. Can’t. I’m sick of it.”

“I get that. After everything you told me, I think they might have a bed with your name on it reserved for you,” Tommy says dryly. “Ok. No hospital. For now. But if the fever rises any higher, I’m going to carry you to my car and drive you to the ER. We clear?”

“Alright,” Buck grumbles. “M fine.”

“You’re really not,” Tommy sighs. “Anyway, we should get some fluids into you, ok? You’re sweating like crazy.”

Tommy is right. And it’s gross. Buck is gross. He grimaces. “Sorry …”

“You got nothing to apologize for, kid,” Tommy says, his fingers brushing Buck’s hair back from his forehead. “Now let me get you some tea and soup, alright?” ~

“Are you not scared of getting sick?” Buck croaks, his head resting on Tommy’s chest. They’re together in Buck’s bed now, after Tommy cleaned up and fed Buck soup and made him enough Chamomile tea to last a whole day. He also got Cough syrup and lozenges. Not to forget the month’s supply of Ibuprofen.

Buck feels better already. It’s so nice to be taken care of. He could get used to this. And he slowly reaches the point where he can actually allow himself to enjoy this. It feels like Tommy's care makes the bad intrusive thoughts fade away into an inaudible static noise. Drowned out by the heart-fluttering rhythm of I'm loved.

“No, I have a pretty strong immune system,” Tommy says with a chuckle. “Also I care more about you right now. You shouldn’t be alone like this.”

Buck feels like crying again. “Thank you for being here. I … I wish I could tell you how I feel about this, but, but, but -” He sneezes violently.

Tommy laughs and hands Buck a tissue. Then gives him a kiss on his head. “I know. It’s alright, love. Just focus on getting healthy again, alright? We can talk later, after you stop exploding.”

[christmassavestheyear]

why do stars fall out of the sky when you walk by? a fic by @thefootnotes for @bucktommyweek's gtky event

What Buck wasn’t expecting to wake up to was curtains still pulled tightly shut at half-past-eleven, the bed cool beside him and the smell of pancakes entirely absent. Tommy’s work clothes are missing from their hooks on the back of the bedroom door, the house is empty of anyone beside Evan, and the sky outside is a bitter, foreboding gray.

Or the one where Evan’s perfect morning is interrupted by Tommy’s work, and he makes the next one special instead.

T | evan buckley/tommy kinard | 1.5k gtky - prompt three, "a good morning"

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[aesthetictarlos]

It feels like I'm fallin' in love

@bucktommyweek prompt, day five: AU (118 Tommy)

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Buck wakes up to a ray of sunshine hitting his face, and the first thing he realizes is that he's not laying on his very comfortable and expensive bed but on the couch instead. The second thing he notices, after he forces his eyes open and sits up, is the naked man sleeping face-down on the rug.

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Or, the one where Buck and Tommy meet under different circumstances and go from strangers to friends (with benefits) to lovers.

Notes: for #bucktommyweek

[bucknerdycore]

Tommy's Property

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Choose Not To Apply Archive Warnings

Relationship: Tommy/Buck

“You’re incorrigible,” Buck said, shaking his head with a smile. “Just making sure everyone knows you're taken,” Tommy replied, winning. Tommy finds himself drawn to the idea of leaving a hickey on Buck before they both head off to work. Day 7 of Bucktommy Week: Leaving a mark

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Fic for the @bucktommyweek

[kinardsevan]

BuckTommy Week, Day 2

Title: Under The Weather:

Rating: M (for suggestive language) Summary: Evan and Tommy fall ill.

[mel-1399]

He’s rapidly redefining himself, maybe not as a cat kind of person, but definitely as this specific cat kind of person. “Oh my god,” Tommy whispers. “She’s the cutest cat I’ve ever seen. What’s her name?”

Or:

Buck adopts a cat

[walking-in-the-sun]

excited for bucktommy week au day. I really like my concept, I wish I had the energy/cared about plot enough to write a longer version.

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

For @bucktommyweek

A late day 1: Date Night + A figure from their past Summary: Buck is late for date night with Tommy and Eddie this leads to Tommy meeting Taylor Kelly and he isn't impressed. Established Tommy/Buck/Eddie Rating: M for the last scene.

[weewoo911]

Buck taking grainy, zoomed-in pictures of every single helicopter he sees and sending them to Tommy like “dis u babe? 🥰”

[edsdiazz]

The fact that Buck has the exact same look on his face when Eddie interrupts his very first date with a man as when a whole ass Tsunami was about to hit the pier is absolutely sending me like that man is TERRIFIED help

[livsoulsecrets]

Call and I’ll rush out - BuckTommy fic

@bucktommyweek Prompt: Emergency (Day 2)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Trigger Warning: Hospitals

Summary: Buck gets hurt on the job and doesn’t expect Tommy to show up for him.

He does.

“He gazed over Tommy, still in his uniform, with his sleeves rolled up and a concerned frown in place, and mused, “You’re here. You’re really here.”

“Of course I am. Where else would I be?” Tommy answered, baffled.”

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Buck had been hit by many things in his lifetime. Fists, woods, roofs, a fire truck, a tsunami, and lighting. Somehow, he had expected a concrete brick not to hurt as much.

There was a fire in a residential building. Nothing too out of the ordinary, and they had been lucky that most of its residents were not home. Buck was supposed to be out of there in five minutes when one of the garage columns crumbled down.

When the structure broke completely, a fragment of the debris went flying towards him.

It wasn’t even that big of a piece—nothing close to what had fallen atop Bobby and May during the dispatch fire—but it still sent him staggering back.

It was a miracle it hadn’t plummeted him, or maybe he had just run out of bad luck.

The last thing he saw was Hen’s face above him, her hands sinking into his chest to check for injuries as horrible pain shot through him.

“Hold on, Buckaroo,” she told him, “stay awake.”

He tried, really tried, but Hen dissipated from his vision as his eyelids grew too heavy for him to keep them open.

When he woke up again, he opened his eyes to a white, sterile ceiling and the familiar feel of a hospital gown against his skin.

“Hey, Buck,” Maddie’s voice sounded very distant, even as her face came into view atop him. “It’s alright, I got you. You’re in the hospital.”

He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Every muscle on his body was lead, dragging him back down.

“Just rest,” she soothed him, and her voice was kind and quiet as she lured him to sleep again.

The second time he woke up, Maddie wasn’t there. He opened his eyes and found only the same white ceiling staring back at him.

He blinked and tried to call out for someone—a nurse, or one of his friends, anyone at all—because he desperately needed water to wash away the dry lump on his throat.

Before he could even try, a cold plastic cup was pressed to his hand, and he felt his neck being lifted by strong, deft fingers.

“Here, drink this,” Tommy said, “you must be thirsty.”

He stared dumbly at his boyfriend, unsure if he was real or some type of hallucination. Tommy seemed to take the hint that Buck was too dumbfounded to move any time soon and picked up the cup himself to bring it to his lips.

Buck drank the first cup, then the second and the third, until he felt the lump shrinking and then finally disappearing.

He could speak again.

He gazed over Tommy, still in his uniform, with his sleeves rolled up and a concerned frown in place, and mused, “You’re here. You’re really here.”

“Of course I am. Where else would I be?” Tommy answered, baffled.

Buck reached out to place a hand against his cheek, and his ribs protested painfully, but he took the pain in stride if it meant he could touch Tommy again.

There was a moment in there, amidst the debris and the fire, that he thought he would never get the chance to.

“Weren’t you supposed to be working today?” He asked stupidly.

It was a dumb question. Tommy was still in his pilot gear, so obviously he was supposed to be working.

Still, no admonishment came. Tommy smiled sweetly at him, the cleft on his chin more prominent than ever.

“And you were supposed to have all your ribs intact,” he pointed out, then shrugged, “but life gets in the way.”

“I’m sorry you had to miss work.”

The ‘because of me’ was implicit, and Buck truly felt bad for it.

Tommy shook his head. “You didn’t ask to be hit by a flying concrete block.”

“A small one,” Buck pointed out, trying to get his voice to stop slurring. Whatever they had given him for the pain was pretty strong, making his vision blurry at the edges.

“When my boyfriend’s best friend calls to tell me he’s in the hospital, I come—no matter how big the concrete block.”

Buck felt something warm gathering in his chest, and he was pretty sure his eyes must have been watering up with the sheer fondness of Tommy’s words.

“I meant it, Evan. I wanted to see you,” Tommy reassured him, tracing a hand through his collarbone above the bandages that covered his ribs. “Where did you think I’d be?” He asked hesitantly.

Buck would blame it all on the meds for what he said next.

“I thought you’d be gone,” he answered. “I thought you’d leave.”

Because this is the part that is scary, and when I’m vulnerable. Nothing good happens when I’m weak—nobody wants to be with me when I’m weak, is what he didn’t say.

But understanding still softened Tommy’s brow. There was a flash of kinship in his eyes when he told Buck, “It takes more than a few broken ribs to scare me away.”

“I’ve got a lot more than that in store,” he chuckled, and the pain sparkled through his torso again, a lot stronger.

“Then I guess I’ll call myself lucky that today was just a broken rib day.”

Tommy bent over to press a kiss to his forehead, then another to his cheek, and a last one against his birthmark.

Buck didn’t think anyone had ever kissed him there other than Maddie, but the gesture always brought him comfort—a sense of belonging that came from someone who knew all the things that made him who he was and still decided he was worth loving.

Buck knew he was no longer the scared child who felt like he didn’t belong to anyone other than Maddie. He was still hers—would always be hers—but he was also Bobby’s, Hen’s, Eddie’s, Chris’, and Chim’s.

Amidst the haze of the drugs and the pain, Buck realized he wouldn’t mind being Tommy’s, too.

He ought to tell Tommy that another time, when his head didn’t feel so heavy and he wasn’t drugged out of his mind.

“Stay,” Buck asked, fighting the sleep that was coming for him. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he felt his consciousness slipping into slumber.

“I will,” Tommy agreed. It sounded like a promise, and Tommy never broke his promises.

Buck slept.

[buckxtommy]

it's about the ✨️hands✨️

[butchdiaz]

GOOD LUCK BABE!

another one for bia @buckstommy <3 watch on yt!

[aesthetictarlos]

Don't let go, I don't want to do this alone

@bucktommyweek Prompt: Day Two: Emergency

Rating: Mature

Trigger Warning: Hospitals. Mentions of: blood, surgery, coma.

Summary:

“Hello?” Buck says into the phone, not recognising the number that popped up on his screen. “Mr. Evan Buckley? I’m calling from L.A. General,” a woman says on the other end of the line, and suddenly Buck can't breathe. “It's– It's me,” he stutters, swallowing around the lump in his throat as his palms start sweating. “Mr. Thomas Kinard has been taken here after he got injured on the job, and he's now in surgery,” he hears, and something breaks in his chest, scattering all the way down to the floor. He knows nurses and doctors are trained to make these calls, so he can't exactly tell how bad it is judging by her voice only, but if Tommy hasn't called him himself, it means it's bad. “You're his emergency contact, so you can come here and I'll make sure a doctor will give you an update. I don't have any more information, I'm sorry Mr. Buckley.” - or, the one where Tommy gets hurt on the job and Buck- deals with it.

[bucknerdycore]

Gift Box

Ratings: G

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Tommy/Buck

Buck kissed him. After a few minutes in silence, enjoying the kiss and the warmth of the moment, Tommy gently pulled away and took another object out of the box. It was an old key with a label that said "Our House." "What is this?" Buck asked, intrigued. Tommy and Buck give each other gifts on their anniversary. Day 4 of Bucktommy Week: Gift Exchange

Fic for the @bucktommyweek

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