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[bucktommyscones]

Truth or Dare

Heya! Here's a little something for today's @tevanadvent2024 prompt: beginnings. I can't guarantee I'll be able to one every day, but I'll do my best. Hope you guys like this little piece of smut lol.

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Buck, Tommy, and a new kind of beginning.

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[cull3nblaze]

For the Bucktommy Advent Calendar 2024 💙 1. #Beginnings

Nothing Christmas-y, but I thought I'd post it anyway 🤗

[sad-girl-hours23]

I Know The Last Page So Well, I Can't Read The First

For the @tevanadvent2024 Day One: Beginnings

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Rating: G

I’m so sick of endings.

Lately, Tommy’s life has been nothing but endings. 

First, his relationship with Evan. (Tommy’s not the forever guy, he knows that story all too well).

Then, his favorite show on Netflix was cancelled. Again. Why he bothers to get invested anymore is beyond him. 

He nearly cried in the middle of a Baskin-Robbins when he found out his favorite flavor of ice cream had been put in the deep freeze. The girl behind the counter looked far too concerned for his well-being.

It was a sad state of affairs.

He heard from Lucy that Eddie’s moving to Texas. It stings, even if he’d all but left their friendship in limbo these past few months.

And then…his dad. Tommy’s never experienced a loss so fraught with complications and contradictions.

It’s his last day of bereavement leave and he’s eating alone at his favorite restaurant, alongside what feels like half of Los Angeles. He’s tucked away in a booth far larger than is appropriate for his sad reservation of one, but with the specters of his past, he’s not alone.

He’s picking at mushrooms on his pizza when somebody slides into the booth.

He wonders briefly if this marks the ending of his sanity. 

As if the sheer power of his wanting has conjured an apparition of the man he loves.

Evan doesn’t stop sliding until their sides are pressed together. He’s here; real, and warm, beside him.

“Evan, what are you —”

Evan ducks his head. “I heard about your dad. I’m sorry.”

Tommy nods. “Thank you. I assume Lucy told you.”

“Yeah, but I wish you had.”

“I didn’t think, I mean, I don’t get to —”

Evan places his hand over Tommy’s. “But you do, Tommy. I would have been there for you. You still don’t get it do you?”

Tommy tries to suppress the embers of hope burning within him, they’ll only end in smoke and ash. “Get what?”

“I —” Evan’s phone chimes with a text and he looks towards the main room. “Look…can we talk later?”

Tommy hesitates. He should make a clean break, he knows. He won’t have the strength to walk away a second time. He forces a smile. “Of course. I’m sure you have someone to get back to. You shouldn’t waste your time with me and my misery.” 

“Well you know what they say about misery.”

Before Tommy can reply, Eddie’s sliding into the booth on his other side, followed by Howie, Hen, and Bobby. 

“What —”

Tears well up in his eyes as Hen takes his hand in hers. He can’t find it in him to be ashamed when he sobs as Eddie puts his arm around his shoulders and squeezes, says, “we got you, man.” 

Howie grins. “Bet no one was expecting dinner and a show.”

“Chim,” the rest of them groan. Tommy just laughs. He’s missed this, missed them. He’s missed the person he is with them.

They all express their condolences and catch him up on their lives when he asks, as if no time has passed at all. 

He finds out Evan’s been baking, and knows they have so much to unpack when they’re finally alone.

Evan lays his head on Tommy’s shoulder. It shouldn’t be this easy, he thinks. 

He half expects Bobby or Hen to yell at him, to make him face the mess he’s made of his and Evan’s lives. He almost wants them to. But when he dares to look, they’re both smiling. It cracks his heart right down the middle.

He’s starting to think he doesn’t know this story half as well as he thought.

And Tommy, he’s so tired of endings, and so skeptical of beginnings, and so very terrified of the feelings starting to form in his chest. Everything ends. But if this is the middle of his story, if the bulk of his life’s pages get to be like this, it will have been worthwhile.

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[callofthecurlew]

Buck has never been good at staying in one place, but moving to an old rickety cabin in The-Middle-of-Nowhere, Oregon might a stretch, even for him. That is, until he meets Tommy, who put down roots ten years ago and frequently toes the line between settled down and root-bound.

2024 Advent Prompt: Beginnings

[likeaspeedingarrow]

To cookies and new beginnings

Evan's head snapped towards him, “You do?” The twinkle was back and stronger than ever, “I really do,” Tommy confirmed, “in fact I propose a toast.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah to the world's best cookies and new beginnings for us, as partners for life.” Written for buckTommy advent 2024 1st December: Beginnings & What makes life worth living? [BLANK]

Available on Ao3 or below the cut.

Find the rest of the prompt fills here

Ev-Buck’s hand reached out for Tommy's through the narrow gap left in the baking supplies strewn across the Island counter. “I'm glad you came.”

Tommy's eyes surveyed they loft, lights wrapped around doors, windows and shelves alive, one set even sitting snugly around the banister, a garland lined the barrier preventing accidental falls from the mezzanine and what Tommy could only describe as the world's most adorable tree slotted perfectly into one of the loft’s corners. Every other space looked like, well, a disaster. “Of course.” He looked at Ev-Buck, taking in the smudges of flour, cinnamon and cocoa powder caking the other's face and apron, his posture, the twinkle in his eye that Tommy had quickly fallen in love with and the smear of chocolate lining his upper lip that Tommy would love nothing more than to kiss away. “Look Buck-”

“Evan.”

“Excuse me?”

Evan pouted, “Evan, you call me Evan. I don't like it when you call me Buck.”

Tommy’s heart thudded in his chest, this adorable man. “Okay, Evan.” He amended as Evan hummed a little. “I probably should have called, I-” He looked at the disaster that was the kitchen again. “Hold on since when do you bake?”

Evan's face fell and the twinkle dimmed, oh no. “Uh…” Evan's voice trailed up. “Since you broke up with me.” He let out a sheepish laugh, “I really hope you didn't just come for your stuff, I kept all of it. Some nights,” Evan took a deep breath, his voice quieter, “it was the only thing that brought me enough comfort to sleep. I don't sleep most nights.”

Tommy's heart cracked at hearing that. “Evan.”

“Even hearing you say that makes me feel more like myself. I thought I'd, as Chim would put it, bucked it up, I never thought I'd see you again.”

“I wanted to reach out.” Tommy practically blurted out, way to go, Kinard that was real smooth.

Evan let out a light little laugh that was beyond a doubt one of the cutest sounds Tommy had ever heard. “So did I, every time I thought about it I baked hence…” He gestured vaguely at the mountain of flour that was once his kitchen.

“I missed you. My life has been-”

“On pause.”

Silence hung in the air in the seconds after them speaking at the same time.

“I got scared.” Tommy admitted, “You were looking at me like I held all the answers in the world and after those girls at the restaurant-”

“You didn't think I'd fallen as hard as you and then I spooked you by asking you to move in.” Evan stated matter of factly, “Despite my best efforts I'm still a himbo. I'm sorry.”

“You're not a himbo.”

“Evidence suggests otherwise.”

“You're smart, you know so much.”

“Wow now who has who on a pedestal.” Evan flicked a crumb towards him causing a laugh to bubble out of Tommy's chest. Evan joined soon after, Tommy's heart lighter than ever. “I missed you so much.”

“Can we talk?”

“Aren't we doing that now?”

“I mean really talk.”

The beep from the oven’s timer interrupted Evan before he could answer.

They sat on the couch, Evan very much taking up Tommy's personal space, the warmth of his body sleeping directly into his soul. He placed a gentle kiss on the other's brow as his hand snatched another warm cookie.

“So what did bring you over anyway?” Evan tried to sound casual but Tommy could pick up the nervousness bubbling under the surface, the same that existed on their first date.

“Howie.”

Evan let out a startled laugh, “Chimney? Really? Why?”

“He said you'd gone mad and it was something I had to see.” Tommy bit into the cookie, “I can't say I was expecting the baking. What is this?”

“Chocolate chip snickerdoodle. I got bored making them separately.” Evan shrugs, “Is it okay?”

“It's great.”

Evan beamed up at him. “Good.”

“Really makes life worth living.”

“Oh really? The cookie is what makes life worth living?” Evan looked at him, “what am I? A spare napkin?” He developed a far away look, “Though it's not like it would be the first time I'm a spare anything.”

Tommy frowned before nudging Evan gently, “Hey good cookies are incredibly hard especially to this quality.” His frown grew as Evan's demeanor didn't change. “Evan?”

Evan gave a non-committal hum, “Yeah?”

Alarm bells rang in Tommy's head, in any other moment he would contemplate the fact that they sounded exactly like the klaxons from the fire stations but right then Evan had his attention. He readjusted their positions so that he could look Evan in the eye, “Evan what do you mean it wouldn't be the first time you would be a spare?”

“I forgot that never came up.” Evan shook his head, “We were talking so much that I just assumed- I guess Abby never came up either so I shouldn't be a surprise really.”

Evan stood up, making his way over to the fridge and opening it to what Tommy could only describe as a wall of loaves. Evan pulled out two beers that Tommy noted were from the craft brewery he normally went to. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah this is just something that's easier to deal with with alcohol involved.” He gestured to the barstool, “Do you want to sit? Or we could stay on the couch.”

“Whichever ever works for you.”

They found their way back to Evan’s couch where, beer in hand, Evan explained the messed up dynamics of the Buckley family and how he was conceived as a donor baby. “Hurting myself was the only way I could get their attention as a child and sometimes it still feels that way. That's why Bobby is like the dad I never had, he notices me, he corrects me when I do things wrong and tells me if I do things right.”

“Oh, Evan.”

“Ever since you walked out that night I've been replaying our conversation over and over in my head.”

“Evan-”

“Nothing came out right, I wasn't trying to put you on a pedestal, I just- I was trying to acknowledge the fight you had and to try and say that I understood why you thought you needed to date Abby and at the time I didn't know it but I know now. I was trying to say I'm in love with you. You're who I see a future with, you're my last Tommy please let me be yours, we can switch and go at your pace but please don't make me be apart from you any longer.”

“I love you too Evan.”

Evan's head snapped towards him, “You do?”

The twinkle was back and stronger than ever, “I really do,” Tommy confirmed, “in fact I propose a toast.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah to the world's best cookies and new beginnings for us, as partners for life.”

Evan clinked his bottle against Tommy's own, “To cookies and new beginnings.” He sipped his beer, “Maybe a kiss to seal the deal?”

Tommy wasn't one to deny Evan anything that night, he was just happy to be together again, but he had one thing left to say. "For the record, I was joking earlier. It's you, you're what makes life worth living."

The next thing he knew Evan was in his arms, his lips crashing into Tommy's causing fireworks to erupt beneath his eyelids.

Everything was right in the world again.

[les-pompiers118]

Bucktommy Advent: day one

Getting back together | light angst with a happy ending | not rated

Summary: Buck searches for the perfect Christmas present to convince Tommy to give him another chance.

Based on the Cards Against Humanity prompts from @tevanadvent2024 in this post.

🎄 🎄 🎄

December 1st

The plastic tote of Christmas decorations sits untouched by Buck’s front door. It’s been three days since Maddie sent it home with him after Thanksgiving dinner. Ten days since he found out that Eddie’s moving to El Paso to be with Christopher. Twenty four days since Tommy walked out the door and took Buck’s heart with him. Does she really think some tinsel and colored lights will fix anything?

To hell with holiday cheer. All Buck wants is for the people who make his life worth living to stay. Is that too much to ask?

He doesn’t think it is.

go to day two

[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.

[rafiscrazymofo]

Day 1 of BuckTommy advent!

Enjoy.

Read here: https://www.wattpad.com/1498572962-25-days-of-bucktommy-beginnings

or here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60981613/chapters/155784970

[bucktommyverse]

Bucktommy Advent Calendar 2024 Day 1!!!!

[tevanadvent2024]

Bucktommy/Tevan Advent Calendar 2024

It's time! Here are the prompts as well as the rules for the event which starts December 1! Normal is boring, so you have 25 regular one-word prompts plus 25 super fun "Cards Against Humanity" prompts to spice things up! Have fun and spread love!

Prompts

Rules and links:

There will be 25 one-word prompts and 25 Cards Against Humanity Prompts. You can interpret all the prompts as freely as you like and combine them in whichever way you want! The main goal is to have fun and spread love for our ship!

You don’t have to post a creation for a prompt on a specific day. You can always use all the prompts for the entire duration of the event!

Every form of creation is welcome, no matter if it is fanfiction, edit, video, art, manip, gif, headcanon, or drabble!

Use the hashtags #tevanadventcalendar and #bucktommyadventcalendar so I can share your creations and everyone else can cherish them too!

There is a collection on Archive Of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/bucktommy_tevan_adventcalendar2024

Please tag all your works correctly and use trigger warnings if necessary!

Please no character bashing or hate towards any other ship! We want to spread positivity and love!

The creations for this event should be Bucktommy-centric but of course, you can include other ships and characters too!

I created a carrd for the prompts, in case you can’t read them on the pictures: https://tevanadventcalendar.carrd.co/

[callofthecurlew]

After separately facing their own horrendous shifts, Buck and Tommy debrief.

2024 Advent Prompt: What Makes Life Worth Living

[les-pompiers118]

Bucktommy Advent: day two

Getting back together | light angst with a happy ending | not rated

Summary: Buck searches for the perfect Christmas present to convince Tommy to give him another chance.

Based on the Cards Against Humanity prompts from @tevanadvent2024 in this post.

read from the beginning -> here

🎄 🎄 🎄

December 2nd

“What the hell is this?” Chimney asks when Buck sets out two packages of supermarket-brand shortbread cookies. The other firefighters look similarly disappointed. “What happened to the one-man bakery operation?”

“The distracting myself phase is over,” Buck mumbles. “I’ve moved on to wallowing. Sorry.”

“Wallowing, huh?” Chimney hums thoughtfully. “I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure you’re suffering from Self-Pity Syndrome.”

“Oh, really? What’s the treatment, Not-Doctor Han?”

“You have two possible courses of action. First: accept and move on.”

“And the second?”

Chimney leans closer, a glint in his eyes. “You start making a plan to win Tommy back.”

[callofthecurlew]

Buck calls Maddie for some advice about all the weird feelings he has about Tommy.

2024 Advent Prompt: I’m no doctor but I’m pretty sure what you’re suffering from is called ____

[tevanadvent2024]

It’s December! 🥳🎄🎁

The event has started.

Don’t forget to tag: #tevanadventcalendar or #bucktommyadventcalendar! ❤️