#kinley

[blue-arts-stuff]

I want to fall in love with you all over again and again.

[cull3nblaze]

We do not talk enough about these moments. I mean, I am sorry, but Bucks face in the first one? WTF?! 😍

And Tommy leaning in in the second gif...yeah....sure, one can do that...

In which category does this belong?

Unaware-horny4horny?

Not-yet-realized-he-is-bi-horny4horny?

Why-do-I-want-to-lick-his-face-horny4horny? 🤔 a little long...

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

They say a meteor is going to crash into Texas. Buck turns away from the TV – not even Taylor can deliver such news without a shocked face – only to be met with a satisfied expression on Gerrard's face.

“God’s punishment,” says the interim captain.

Unfortunately, he doesn't mean himself, because if you ask Buck, Gerrard is definitely a punishment from God. Bobby has to undergo what is supposedly a routine operation, and as if that weren't stressful enough – for Buck –, Gerrard has once again taken over the helm. Is that guy really the only available fire captain in the whole LAFD?

“We're far enough away from Texas, don't wet your pants, Buckley,” he says, patting Buck’s shoulder before he leaves to annoy somebody else. 

It's hard to escape such news, though. It seems to be the talk of the town; most of the people they're helping today seem eager to be putting their pain and problems on hold for a moment. 

“There's always someone who's worse off,” says Hen, ”it helps people to relax.”

“Sure, I'd rather be in a car accident than be squashed by a meteor,” Chimney remarks.

Buck doesn't want to imagine it, which is why his thoughts go into overdrive, and he's still somewhat agitated in the evening.

“Statistically, around 20,000 meteorites fall to Earth every year,” he explains to Tommy while they’re preparing dinner. 

“You mean those that are bigger than 3.5 ounces,” says Tommy casually, peeling the carrots. “Small ones happen almost every day, but you don't notice them. And big ones are rare anyway.”

Buck, who shouldn't be surprised by anything Tommy does, almost cuts his finger and puts his knife down.

“How do you know?”

“You think I haven't seen the news?”

Popping a slice of carrot into his mouth, Tommy grins. “A meteoroid is a piece of rock that is usually knocked out of an asteroid by a collision. When the meteoroid enters the atmosphere, it sometimes causes a luminous phenomenon, a meteor. And only when it touches ground it’s a meteorite.” 

“Y-you looked that up because you knew I was watching the news.” A somewhat embarrassed expression crosses Tommy’s face, scrunching his nose in that adorable way. 

“Too much?” he asks.

“What? No! You knew I'd spiral over the news, and…”

“Just because you have a very compassionate heart,” says Tommy with a wink, taking his hand. 

“Right,” Buck huffs in amusement. 

“Of course,” Tommy replies, while his hand squeezes Buck's, ”it's certainly not because you're worried about Bobby, or because Gerrard is constantly breathing down your neck, or because everyone has probably told you that a meteor will definitely not hit L.A.”

Maybe the man is a clairvoyant. Or maybe he just knows him too well by now, which is a much more heartwarming explanation. Because in fact, it wasn't just Chimney who – with the best of intentions – told him that an earthquake is statistically more likely than a meteor strike. 

“You're right,” says Buck, wrapping his arms around Tommy, ”but do you know what actually fueled my anxiety? One more natural disaster, what does it matter?”

Tommy raises a brow, but he doesn’t object. Because that’s another thing he knows by now: when it’s necessary to speak up (oh, they’ve worked on this, together), and also when it’s better to remain silent. 

“I was thinking about where I would want to be when something like that happens. I was thinking of all the people who’d not be able to make it to their loved ones in time, who would have to say goodbye over the phone. I couldn't help but think of those who would lose everything, not just their own lives.”

“That's dark,” Tommy breathes into Buck’s hair. 

“Maybe. But it was also somehow reassuring, because I knew where I wanted to be.”

“Right here,” Tommy says, holding him close. 

“Right here. And do you want to know something else?”

“Hmmm?” 

“The fact that you learned all this facts for me is extremely sexy.”

Tommy looks at him, “Oh?”

“Yes, oh,” Buck replies, laughing. “Disasters can wait, kiss me.”

[spicycinnabun]

@118dailydrabble for day 53 prompt strike ⋆˙⟡ rated: g ⋆˙⟡ pair: buck/tommy ⋆˙⟡ tags: au

Tommy was ready to leave the party when Buckley from the 118 approached him.

“Evan! Hey, how you doing, kid?”

“G-good.” He was distractingly sweaty. Flushed. From dancing, probably. “Uh, you—you here with anyone?”

“Nope. Dateless is my middle name lately.” Tommy shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal. Far from the first time he’d been alone on New Year's. “How about you?”

Surely, someone as adorable as Evan had a date.

“Nah. Single Pringle, but ready to...” He chuckled. Rubbed his neck. Swallowed visibly.

Tommy smiled, bumping his shoulder against Evan’s companionably.

The countdown started.

As the clock struck midnight, Tommy turned to clink champagne glasses with Evan—one lonely man to another—when Evan leaned in and kissed him.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

I Had a Brother

Read Part 1

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A brother?" Tommy asked softly.

Buck's voice trembled. "D-D-Daniel. My older brother."

"Okay, so where's Daniel now?" Tommy asked, his voice gentle but uncertain.

"I...he's—" Buck started to hyperventilate, each breath coming faster than the last.

"Evan...are you alone?" When there was no answer, just ragged sobbing through the phone, Tommy's voice turned urgent. "Evan, I'm coming to you."

Buck rocked back and forth on his couch, trying to calm his breathing, but his heart felt as if it was going to leap out of his chest. Tears were streaming down his cheeks—tears he didn't deserve to shed.

The door flew open, and Tommy stood panting in the doorway, an uncertain look on his face. "Are you okay? Can I—can I sit next to you?" Buck nodded, and before Tommy could fully settle on the couch, Buck grabbed his hand and pressed into his shoulder, seeking the familiar comfort of his warmth.

They sat like that for a while, neither saying a word. It was a strange kind of silence—not uncomfortable necessarily, but unfamiliar. The kind of silence that falls between two people who seemed to move through life in sync, now unsure of where they stood with one another.

"So, uh...Daniel?" Tommy finally asked, his thumb unconsciously rubbing circles on Buck's hand.

Buck took a deep breath. "So Daniel was my older brother and he...he died."

Tommy stiffened. "Oh my God, Evan, I am so sorry. When did it happen?"

"1992," Buck said quietly.

Tommy pulled back slightly to look at him, confusion etched across his face. "1992? I feel like I'm missing something."

The question in his voice made it clear he was trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't quite fit.

"Daniel...he had leukemia. He died when I was a baby," Buck said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, Evan, that's awful. You must have missed him your whole life," Tommy said softly, squeezing Buck's hand.

"Yeah, only—" Buck let out a bitter laugh. "I didn't know about him until three years ago."

Tommy's brow furrowed in confusion as Buck continued, his voice taking on a hollow tone.

"Turns out that I'm a savior sibling. Genetically engineered to save my brother's life."

"Evan," Tommy said softly, the name carrying all his concern.

"Only I Buck-ed that up too. I was literally created to save him and he died." Buck's voice cracked on the last word, the bitter self-loathing clear in his attempt at dark humor.

Tommy squeezed his thigh, staying silent but present.

"And then no one ever told me. Three years ago, Tommy. I didn't even know he existed until three years ago. I spent my whole life feeling like something was wrong. Like something was missing." Buck's words tumbled out faster now. "Like I was this cosmic mistake who wasn't supposed to exist after I failed at the one thing I was made for—a thing I didn't even know about for almost thirty years."

"You are not a mistake, Evan," Tommy said firmly, gripping Buck's hand tighter.

"Today is the anniversary of his death, and I just...I don't know." Buck's voice trailed off, heavy with a grief he wasn't sure he had the right to feel.

"I shouldn't have called. I'm not your problem anymore," Buck said, starting to pull away from Tommy's grip.

"Hey, stop that. You are still important to me," Tommy said, tightening his grip when Buck tried to pull away. The firmness in his voice left no room for argument.

"I just feel like I have no closure. I've never even been to his grave." Buck's voice cracked on the last word.

Tommy stood up suddenly, decision written across his face, and put out his hand. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" Buck asked, staring at the offered hand.

"To Pennsylvania,"

Tagging based on interest

@sunnywithachanceofbi @judymarch15 @nine-one-wanton @herrmannhalsteadproduction @typicalopposite @xtarmanderx @justahumblecabbagemerchant

[rafiscrazymofo]

He can't keep Tommy's name out of his mouth, and I like it.

I just wanna keep calling your name Until you come back home.

[demonvampire180writes]

"... and I think maybe that something could be with you. 🥺"

Makes me think of married Buck and Tommy, and then I just want to cry.

[inawickedlittletown]

We've Got A Long Way To Go (BuckTommy) - 3/?

Summary: A few months after the break up, Buck picks up a call that changes everything. Tommy has his own regrets, and an unexpected meeting and a change in Buck's life will bring them together. Fix-it fic. Words: 2k Read on Ao3 Chapter One Chapter Two

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Chapter Three

It wasn’t that Buck hadn’t been interested in the kid he helped create, but it had been easier to keep his distance. Donor, not dad. The first few months he had thought about the baby a lot, but neither Connor or Kameron reached out and Buck figured that was how it would be. It helped that he was still sort of dealing with the aftermath of being struck by lightning. Natalia had made him linger on his death a bit, but she had also been around for the birth of Connor and Kameron’s baby so she understood his conflicted feelings. 

Connor and Kameron didn’t even tell him his name. After that night in the hospital he didn’t hear from them. Buck made his peace with it and knew how much they had wanted to be parents and so trusted they would be the best parents. 

Connor did call eventually, three months later, thanking him and wanting to meet up. Buck was reluctant, but Connor wore him down. Buck wasn’t expecting Connor to bring the baby along. 

“Buck, meet Lucas Evan Walsh,” he’d announced. 

“You gave him my name?” 

“We wanted to honor you,” Connor explained. “Kameron’s idea. She was going to put down Buck and I had to stop her.” 

“Lucas Buck Walsh doesn’t have the right sound to it,” Buck conceded. 

“Exactly,” Connor said. “I hope you don’t mind.” 

“No, he’ll carry the name well.” 

Seeing the baby again wasn’t as difficult as Buck would have thought and while it felt a little like how it was when he was around Jee-Yun, there was also something deeper. It was in how Lucas had Buck’s eyes. Still, donor not dad. It was a mantra he repeated and one that he stood by. 

That was the day that Connor asked Buck if he minded being put down in his and Kameron’s will. 

“What?” Buck asked. 

“Yeah, I…I’m sorry, this is just us asking. You can say no. Neither of us has anyone. Kameron has a great aunt but she’s older and she lives in Vermont. We thought if you wanted we could put you down. Obviously we’re hoping nothing happens to either of us, but you never know. When you become a parent suddenly all that stuff matters, you know?” 

Buck had agreed. He figured the paperwork would sit in some lawyer’s office gathering dust because both Connor and Kameron were young and healthy and they didn’t work risky jobs. He figured it was peace of mind for them to know that their kid would have someone just in case.  

Buck saw Lucas once more after that when he was six months old. This time it was with Kameron and happened completely on accident when they ran into each other at the store. After that Kameron sent him pictures from time to time but they were all a bit busy and by the time that Lucas had his first birthday, Buck hadn’t heard from either of them in a couple of months. He wasn’t bothered by it and anyway, Buck was a little busy with Tommy. He saw the pictures Kameron posted on instagram of Lucas with his smash cake and just smiled to himself because Lucas had good parents and that was all that mattered. If he noted that Lucas was looking a bit more like him, then that was just an observation for him to keep in his head. 

Buck never talked about it with anyone, not even Tommy. Out of everyone at the 118, only Hen had understood why he did it in the first place. It was one more thing between him and Tommy that just never came up. Shouldn’t it have? Shouldn’t he have wanted Tommy to know that Buck went to a sperm bank, jacked one off into a cup and a baby had come out of it. 

It wasn’t that Buck never thought about Lucas, it was just that life moved on. Buck had other things to worry about and Lucas wasn’t his son in that way. So, the last thing he’d expected was the call from the hospital because Connor, Kameron, and Lucas had been in an accident. 

Over the phone the nurse didn’t say much, so Buck had been worried about how badly injured the three of them were. Buck hadn’t expected to arrive and be told that Connor had died on impact and that Kameron was gone too, her heart had stopped on the way to the hospital. 

“And Lucas?” Buck had asked. 

“He’ll make a full recovery. Broken arm, he’s pretty banged up, but the carseat did its job protecting him.” 

It didn’t hit him until he’d been allowed to go see Lucas, what it all meant. It really hit him once the social worker arrived and started talking to him about what came next and what Buck would need to do. It was straight forward, apparently, especially since he was the biological father even if he had given up his parental rights. Connor and Kameron had taken care of almost everything it seemed. 

His eyes kept going back to Lucas. He was tiny on the bed and the cast looked huge on his arm. Scrapes and bruises were on any inch of visible skin. Buck had been told he’d be discharged in a day and he didn’t know what to do with that. 

That was when he called Maddie, needing someone to know what happened. 

“Hey, Maddie,” Buck said. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Everything. He didn’t say that. Instead he explained about the accident and being called to the hospital to find out his friend and his wife had died leaving behind a little boy who wasn’t even two years old and who was Buck’s son. 

After several moments of Maddie gasping, she asked, “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take him in,” Buck said. “He has no one else, Maddie.” 

“But that’s — Buck that’s a whole kid. You’re not ready for that. You have to think this through and really decide if it’s what you want before you make any decision. There are so many people that could give him a good home that would be happy to become parents. You don’t have to—”

“It’s not even a question of whether I should do this,” Buck said. “I’m great with kids and this kid — Lucas — he’s my son. My flesh and blood. It’s not how I wanted to have kids but maybe this is what I was supposed to do. Maybe this is the special person I’ve been waiting for.” 

He didn’t add that one of the things he’d wanted for a very long time, especially since the birth of Jee-Yun and maybe even Lucas himself, was to become a father. So what if in the last few months he’d thought that would happen with Tommy. So what if in a few of his most delirious moments because he was running on no sleep and the smell of cookies in his oven, he’d thought about what it would take to become a dad all on his own? He had never shared that with Maddie, though. 

He heard Maddie sigh. “I’m just saying this is a lot and I know you feel like you have to, but really just give it some real thought. Don’t just do this because he’s technically your kid or because you feel like you owe it to Connor.” 

Buck let out a sigh and he looked at Lucas. He remembered the day he was born right in his loft on the couch his mom had bought him. Buck’s hands had been the first that Lucas ever knew and there had been that moment where he felt so much love and he’d used that same feeling to then hand him to Kameron. That love had never left, not really. Buck had been able to let him go because he’d known that Connor and Kameron loved him just as much — if not more — than Buck did. This time, there was no letting go. 

“Can you stop trying to talk me out of this, Maddie. I’m doing it. Connor and I talked about it and I would have said no if I wasn’t okay with them putting me down in their will.” 

“I’m just a little worried is all,” Maddie said. “Do you want me to come be there with you?” 

So she could try to talk him out of it in person? 

“No, I don’t need you to come. I’ll talk to you later.”

He thought about calling Bobby. Maybe Hen. Decided against it because he didn’t know if they would try and talk him out of it too as if Buck couldn’t make up his mind on his own. Eddie was an option, but Eddie was probably facing his own problems in Texas. So, he called no one, and wished that he could make the call that he really did want to make. Tommy would have been supportive. He would have understood why Buck felt the responsibility he did to Lucas. Except…would he have run if Buck asked him to raise Lucas together with him? Buck had thought about and pictured their future so often in a way he never even did with Abby or Taylor. 

Buck fixed a piece of Lucas’ hair on his forehead. His skin was a little warm but not in a worrying way. When he glanced at his phone he realized that he needed to go see if the social worker had returned. 

“Be right back, kiddo.” 

The last person he expected to find out in the hall was Tommy. His heart raced in his chest as Tommy turned. Why did he still look so gorgeous? Stunning blue eyes, his hair a tad longer than the last time Buck had seen him.

“Tommy, what are you doing here?”

“I — I wanted to check on a patient and then the nurse said you were in—” he motioned at the hospital room behind him “—so I just thought maybe something had happened to you but I heard your voice and figured I shouldn’t. Is everything okay?” 

Buck knew he looked bad. It had been a long day. Eddie leaving. Maddie getting on his case after dinner. The time he’d spent out on the beach. Finding out Connor and Kameron were gone. Finding out he was going to be a father. Buck hadn’t really allowed himself to settle on feeling anything at all about it. He also hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. Tommy was frowning at him, concerned. 

“My friends were in an accident. They didn’t make it,” Buck said. 

“Oh, Evan,” Tommy said and then he was there, arms pulling Buck into his chest. 

Buck allowed himself to be pulled, wrapped his own arms around Tommy’s torso and felt all the weight of the last few hours start to lessen. Connor and Kameron were gone. Buck had a kid. Eddie had moved back to Texas. Tommy didn’t say anything, but his hand moved over Buck’s back and for a moment Buck allowed himself to forget that they were broken up and that Buck’s heart was still in pieces because of it. He allowed himself to take strength from Tommy’s hold, to take a whiff of him — the scent of his detergent and fainter his cologne. Buck had missed his smell so much and it had already worn out of any article of clothing Tommy had left behind. Buck wished the hug could last forever.

A cough pulled them apart and as much as he hated it, he took a step back from Tommy. Right, Buck had been on his way to see if Ms. Pike, the social worker, had returned. She had, it turned out. 

“Mr. Buckley, I’m sorry to interrupt,” Ms. Pike said, “it does seem everything is in order. The lawyer will be in contact regarding the rest of the will, but as far as Lucas is concerned, my office has no problem with giving you custody. It seems Mr. and Mrs. Walsh were more than prepared. We will need to follow up on a few things in the next few days, but I know things are hard enough at the moment. I’ll give you a call soon.”

“I — thank you,” Buck said. 

She offered a gentle smile and was on her way. 

“Who’s Lucas?” Tommy asked. 

“My son.”

[kitweewoos]

Betting On Yuletide

Tommy Kinard, a successful, overworked chef in Los Angeles, hasn’t been home in fifteen years, and after a massive fight with his father drove him away, he’s in no hurry to return, until his younger sister calls to tell him their father has broken his leg and she can’t run their family bakery on her own; Tommy has no choice but to explain to his boss that he has to go home for a few weeks. Home is a small, Christmas-themed town in the Adirondack mountains called Yuletide, and there he’s reconnected with his family’s bakery just moments from shutting its doors, the reason he put distance between him and his father, and his high school sweetheart, Evan Buckley, who is back in town as a travel writer as research for an article about his hometown. Reunited, Evan and Tommy make a bet: if Tommy can turn the bakery around and make it profitable by Christmas, Evan will feature Yuletide and the bakery on a major travel site, attracting tourists and potential customers for years to come. However, if Tommy fails, he must accompany Evan for three months of travel, leaving his stuffy LA life behind for a little while. Now, Tommy has to learn to his trust in himself, his friends, his family, and his hometown if he hopes to succeed.

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies

Like A Gay Hallmark Movie

Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends

Returning Home

Home for Christmas

Bets & Wagers

Exes

Christmas

Christmas Fluff

Alternate Universe - Bakery

Bakery

Chef Tommy Kinard

Writer Evan “Buck” Buckley

Past Child Abuse

Dementia

Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

Homophobic Language

Implied/Referenced Homophobia

Chapter: 3/3

[read it now on ao3]

Bonus below the cut

[cull3nblaze]

18/JAN/2025 - Lou of the day

[ambernotember]

You know in The Rookie when Lucy gets abducted and Tim finds her?

I need that but Bucktommy where Buck is Lucy and Tommy is Tim.

[a-deep-ocean-of-secrets]

I have been possessed by a post-breakup, fix-it, accidental child(ren) acquisition plot bunny. It compels me.

[spicycinnabun]

@118dailydrabble for day 51 prompt floor ⏾ rated: g ⏾ pair: buck/tommy ⏾ tags: part 7 of werewolf au

Buck's nose lifted. Air smelled wonderful. Meat.

Tommy entered the room holding a steaming plate. Smiled. "Thought this might wake you."

He was dressed down in a sleeveless hoodie, sweats, and slippers. Well-worn, well-loved.

There was something endearing about the big bad Alpha padding around his den floor in cozy footwear.

The human part of Buck was charmed.

The wolf part had the urge to steal them, take them between his teeth and gnaw on them possessively.

“I put salve on your wound. Potent stuff. You could feel a bit woozy, so eat this slowly.” Tommy set the plate in front of Buck. "Elk roast. It's fresh. I caught him yesterday."

And you caught me today, Buck thought.

[lavenderleahy]

idk who made this meme format but I finally got to use it.