#kinley fic idea

[demonvampire180writes]

Okay. Idea.

Tommy takes a road trip to take his mind off things, but as he's driving, after making a stop for coffee, he is in a head-on collison with a semi driver. He manages to stay conscious long enough to get the driver out of the cab and to call 911 for help.

He passes out. When he next wakes up, he's in an unfamiliar bedroom he can't remember getting to. The door swings open, and a carbon copy image of Evan - Buck - comes tumbling through the door, giggling like mad. She's got his unruly curls and crystal clear blue eyes. She leaps onto Tommy, yelling, "Daddy!" A second later, Evan - Buck - comes in and lightly chastises her, calling her Pipa. He's carrying a breakfast tray filled with brioche French toast. When Tommy calls him Buck, he stops in his tracks, looking hurt and confused, and asks if Tommy is mad at him. A twinge of pain spears through Tommy’s head because he knows something is off, but he doesn't know what, so he shakes it off and apologizes. After Buck - Evan - drops his tray off, he kisses Tommy and tells him to have a good day and to remember to get the kids to school. As he eats he catches a glimpse of the silver band on his left ring finger.

Somehow he gets the kids to school, twins Pipa and Emanuel (names a WIP), and then heads for Harbor. When he gets there he's greeted by an unfamiliar woman who asks what he's doing there. When he tells him he thinks he's supposed to be on shift she looks confused. She tells him that after his husband made captain of the 118 last year, Bobby was named Chief, they decided that, with the pay increase, they didn't really both need to work so Tommy took early retirement to look after the kids. More head pain because Tommy is a workaholic and he can't imagine giving up his dream job. The pilot tells him that he gives flight lessons now and does community fire safety courses.

More confused then ever he goes back home and spends the day in a daze. That night he and Evan make mindblowing love and fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Tommy then snaps awake and it's like the entire day was reset, like in Groundhog day. It plays out again, this time Tommy clocks that it's the year 2030. He fucks Evan into oblivion again.

Every time he goes to "sleep" and "wakes up" cracks appear in the dream. Things go fuzzy like a bad wire connection and the pain in his head is constant. He doesn't know how many times he's played out the same scenario when he begins hearing a voice he feels like he should k ow. It's calling him back, but to where?

Finally he comes to for real and find Evan sitting at his bedside, hand clasping his against his forehead as if in silent prayer. When Evan notices he's awake he begins screaming at him for how stupid he was. Tears are coming so hard he can barely speak. At one point a nurse has to come in and drag him out until he calms down.

When he comes back, Tommy asks him what he's doing there. It's been eight months since they broke up, and they haven't spoken, not even once. Evan explains that the hospital couldn't find any ICE information so they had to do some sleuthing. They found out Tommy worked for LAPD and got a hold of the captain of the 217 who immediately relayed the message to the 118. As soon as Evan heard he'd run out the door and not looked back. Tommy swallows thickly and closes his eyes.

They sit in silence for a long, LONG, time until Tommy starts telling Evan about his dream. He doesn't know why, but he feels like he needs to. He tells Buck that they're married and have two kids. Buck became captain of the 118 and Tommy became a house husband. Buck chuckles wetly, commenting on how there's no way Tommy would be happy as a house husband.

Once Tommy finishes, Buck is holding onto his hand again, and he asks, almost under his breath, if Tommy wanted that. If he could have seen them like that before things went south. He doesnt even have to think about it as he tells him yes. He admits that he hasn't stopped thinking about Evan in all these months, not even a hookup was satisfying, and how he regrets everything.

They're quiet again when Evan says, "Me neither, Tommy. You told me you couldn't be my last, but even back then, I knew that wasn't true. You are my everything, Tommy Kinard. No one else gets me like you got me." He takes a deep breath and says, "Be my forever, Tommy. Please."

Tommy breaks down into ugly tears and nods until his head throbs. As it closes out, Evan leans over and they kiss, slow and sweet as Evan brushes his hair back from Tommy’s face.

End scene.

Anywhosits....

[hannigramislife]

amen to bottom tommy kinard (re one of your posts), insert praying emoji here, but more importantly, i need to know: how does tommy like to take it, and what exactly about top buck make him really horny? insert curious eyes emoji here

Ohhh, I love these types of asks!

Bottom Tommy is definitely where it's at right now, for me, and I imagine what he likes the most is how enthusiastic Buck is about it.

Like, Tommy is a 6'2'' beefy firefighter who looks like he could bench press you without breaking a sweat; I'm willing to bet his previous partners/hook ups expected him to be the top. Hell, some guys probably approached him for that exact reason.

And now with Buck, who is similarly built, but so, so new to a gay relationship, Tommy probably thinks he has to take the lead, to gently teach Buck how sex between two men works, to make sure he has a kinder experience than Tommy himself did.

Except for the fact that Buck, the overeager little shit with a curiosity streak the size of Texas, a bottomless sex drive and a people-pleasing personality, wanted to absolutely devour Tommy. He probably would be such a service top, especially at first, making it all about Tommy, checking in every other moment, rambling even in the middle of going at it because he can't shut up, it's all "How is that? Am I doing good, Tommy? Does it feel good?"

Meanwhile, Tommy's brain is melting right out of his ears.

[visionandthebeast]

Wanna combine the mpreg bucktommy and post-breakup hookup ideas everyone's been throwing around for a fic where buck gets pregnant and grapples with the guilt/fear that he might have done it intentionally to try and keep Tommy in his life.

[kinardscake]

AU where Buck’s a teacher, Tommy is a firefighter.

One day Buck and his class go on a field trip to a fire station. And as ‘Buckley luck’ would have it, it’s not the one where his brother in law works, even though he specifically asked to go that firehouse. And while all the firefighters he has met were nice (well, almost all of them), he knows the people at the 118 would have made the trip extra special for his kids. To his surprise and annoyance, the destination changes while they’re already on the bus.

They go to the 217 instead. And it’s….nice actually. And they even have an air operations unit with helicopters, which make all his boys and some girls go feral, jumping out of their tiny shoes with excitement.

And the guy leading the tour is surprisingly sweet and kind, giving each of the kids his undivided attention, answering all their questions, making them laugh. Which makes Buck feel all warm and gooey inside. Because his kids are happy, of course. No other reason.

The trip ends to soon, they get back on the bus. The kids keep talking about Mr. Tommy all the way back to school. A few days pass and the kids still can’t stop talking about the pilot they met. And Buck can’t stop thinking about him.

He brings Jee-Yun to the 217 to watch the fire trucks and helicopters on his day off. (Jee-Yun is not amused, because her dad is a firefighter, she’s already seen the fire trucks).

He brings Christopher.

He brings Denny.

And Mr. Tommy is always so kind, showing them around. And Buck is smitten.

But he’s also slowly but surely running out of friends’ kids that he can bring to the 217 so he can see Tommy again.

He brings Christopher or Denny again. “He loved it so much, couldn’t stop talking about it,” Buck uses as an excuse. And Chris or Denny is definitely not happy to be dragged around so Buck can chat with his crush. And they sure make it known.

Tommy sees this and is giggling inside, because he’s gotten to know Buck over the past month and he might even like him, in a romantic way.

“I’m starting to think you have an ulterior motive to why you keep bringing the kids around.”

And Buck stammers, “No, no.. I am-, they just-. We had-. The field trip. I just thought-.”

And Tommy stops him because it sounds like Buck might stop breathing any second and asks him if he’d like to go out for a beer. Without children this time.

Meanwhile, Jee-Yun tells her parents about the place uncle Buck took her to. And it takes less than a minute for Chimney to realize that Mr. Tommy with a helicopter is actually one of his old friends. And that Buck has a crush on him because he kept making silly jokes, according to his child.

And calling Tommy and asking him for a drink and inviting Buck would be a very brotherly, wingman-like thing to do. Except Chimney doesn’t do it because he wants to see how far Buck takes it. And if he “bucks it up”, then he’ll step in.

[aesthetictarlos]

I might need to read an AU where Buck (newly moved to LA, before he starts at the 118) meets Tommy when he's still a pilot in the army, maybe during a short leave. Like, they have a random meet cute of some sort and it's love at first sight, so even if it's a bit crazy, they decide to keep talking to each other on face time when Tommy has to go back to Iraq.

They slowly fall in love, and it's hard and all that but when Tommy gets another leave for Christmas, they decide to be together even if they'll have to settle for a long distance relationship until Tommy's mission ends.

(The 118 knows Buck's in a relationship, but they don't know his boyfriend is an Army Pilot.)

And eventually, when Buck's is counting the days for Tommy to finally, finally come back... His hot pilot surprises him at the firehouse, coming straight from the airport.

[bibewilderedandbuck]

Imagine Buck saying “i love you” first and for the first time Tommy feels behind. He feels like maybe they are moving too fast.

Then he has a talk with some of his team. They’re not AS close as the 118 but they put their life in each others hand’s on the regular and that counts for something.

Andy asks Tommy about last week, when Buck was complaining about his apartment being so far so they started talking about moving in together? Aubree mentions how much he jokes about buying a ring for his beau, and Tommy sits back because he does joke a lot about (he hasn't spoken to Evan directly about it but anytime the kid does something sweet he asks him his ring size). Lucy mentions the time they spend talking and texting, she calls it nauseating with a wink, but Tommy doesn't remember the last time he wanted another person in contact with him at all times and who returned the feeling tenfold.

And after all, with their job they could die any day. He sits in his kitchen and replays the moment Evan said it again and again: "I know I'm dragging you through milestones like a cat with a mouse, and I want to let you know that you don't have to say it back. But I love you, Tommy. You mean a lot to me and I'm so happy we met."

Nine months is the longest relationship Tommy has ever had. And he still wishes he could spend every waking second with Evan.

By the end of the night he's barging into Buck's apartment and sticking his tongue in the younger man's mouth. He stands back and pushes his chest up and smiles and says "I love you too, Evan."

Buck is laughing, he's smiling and kissing his boyfriend back and hugging him tight. He can feel Tommy's heart racing when he puts his hand to Tommy's chest. He expected it to take longer. He'd heard about all the ways Tommy had been hurt before. But in the end it only took a day

then they hear a flush and Eddie walks out of the bathroom. He's smiling because Buck's loft is Not Big and he might have heard every word. For just a moment, they all stand in silence not uncomfortable per say but definitely charged.

Then Eddie says "I love you too, bro." Buck lovingly rolls his eyes and Tommy is cracking up. If it were anyone else he'd probably feel embarrassed but Eddie has shared friendly declarations of love before and its not uncommon for the L word to be passed around a 118 dinner party like hors d'oeuvres.

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

thanks for all the tags for sunday and tuesday! <3

started yet another wip 🙈 I was watching oth and heard one line and got inspired lol so here's some bucktommy morning cuddles, and istg this one will be short and fluffy and hopefully done soon 🤞 haha

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“Where are you going?” Tommy mumbles sleepily, eyes still closed, a small frown creasing his forehead. Buck chuckles quietly and can’t resist leaving another kiss on Tommy’s lips. It’s honestly adorable how his big, strong, hot firefighter boyfriend, who’s always so cool and collected, can get so grumpy in the morning without cuddles. He’s sure no one would believe him if he told them, but he likes that – he’s the only person who gets Tommy like this, who knows him like this. The thought makes his heart race and stomach flip, feeling as excited as at the very beginning of their relationship.

“Well, I was gonna go make you breakfast and then wake you up.” Buck says, fingers running through Tommy’s tangled curls. “You can go back to sleep, baby, and I’ll be right back.” he whispers, one of his hands starts drawing mindless shapes on Tommy’s back.

“Mm, no.” Tommy just responds, burying his face in Buck’s neck.

“You don’t want breakfast in bed?”

“I want you in bed.” Tommy says stubbornly, punctuated by a soft kiss to Buck’s neck and his arm around Buck’s waist tightening.

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[setmeatopthepyre]

Pole [@118dailydrabble day 10] [bucktommy | 118 words]

so @sugarpenchant sent me this post and said "there's a bucktommy au in this somewhere I'm sure of it" and then we got to chatting about post-breakup tommy deciding to straight up run to the ends of the earth to distance himself, and, well...

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It starts as a joke, is the thing.

More accurately, it starts with Lucy dragging him to a cocktail bar, and Tommy moping into his third Sidecar (“Please tell me that's some sort of gay army euphemism”) while he contemplates, for the millionth time, calling Evan.

“So.” Lucy covers his phone with a menu. “Holiday plans?”

“Does researching 'most remote places on earth to wallow' count?”

She sips her Old Fashioned thoughtfully. “Well, if you really wanna get out of cell range, my buddy says they always need pilots in Antarctica.”

It's a joke. No one spontaneously decides to spend the holidays at the South pole.

Two weeks later, his paperwork is filed and he's on his way.

[kinardsevan]

so i have this other au that's been floating around in my head that I might not ever write, but I wonder if anyone else has it.

basically, knowing Buck was born as a savior sibling, I get this idea similar to My Sister's Keeper. in essence, Daniel still dies, but he dies after Evan's a little older. Maybe not that much older, but old enough that he remembers the procedures that Margaret insists on to save her oldest son. Buck gets put through all the needle sticks, bone marrow draws, etc., but obviously none of it works and eventually Daniel still passes, but this really drives a wedge between Buck and his parents. Maddie becomes that much more of the person Buck relies on because Margaret was always too busy worrying about Daniel to pay attention, and Philip just wanted her to be happy so he went along with it.

Except, things still kinda pan out the same way they already did. Buck was still young enough that mostly what he remembers is spending a lot of time in hospitals, but not really why. He remembers pain, but not much more than that. Maybe he doesn't even really remember Daniel, because he was always kept away from him due to neutropenia. And then when things come out about it when Maddie is pregnant with Jee-Yun, he kinda loses it.

Ultimately, he still meets Tommy, falls in love with him, etc. But Tommy sees how skittish he is with doctors, sees the scars (both from inadvertent self-harm to get his parents attention as well as maybe some from them taking cells, etc., for Daniel. headcanoning that maybe he has one from donating part of his liver or a kidney.)

But basically, the Buckleys want to work their way back into Evan's good graces, and Tommy isn't here for it at all because he can see the ways in which they abused their privilege of being parents on the son they only wanted for parts. This would all culminate in some level of an explosion at them. Maybe through it all, Evan has his own cancer scare, and Tommy snaps about who's going to show up and be his donor when they've already used up the pieces they wanted from him.

(I literally would name the fic spare parts. I got that far in plotting it in my head.)

thoughts?

[bekolxeram]

I was reading a lot of fics about Tommy discovering Buck's new found stress baking habit post reunion, then this cringy idea popped into my mind. Now you get to suffer with me.

NSFW-ish

Lukewarm water, 360 grams. Honey, 10 grams. Dry yeast, 7 grams. Mix. Flour, 5… wait, no, wrong flour. Where’s my god damn bread flour? When was the last time I made bread? Oh yes, last month, right before Tommy and I got back together, it should be around… Ah, there, found it! No...

No!

Don’t get sentimental now, there’s no place for melancholy tonight.

“Sexy thoughts. Sexy thoughts.” Buck mutters to himself, desperately trying to stop his wandering mind from ruining his mood.

Think of Tommy. Hot, sexy, pilot.

The cyclic looks so small in his big yet surgically precise hand. It almost seems like he’s telepathically flying the chopper with his mind, not with his strong, steady arm. His fingers are long enough to engulf the control stick completely and more, sometimes he has to twist his wrist around just to flick the top… uh… the button on top.

He can feel the fabric of his sweatpants straining against his hip. The tight cotton shirt he picked out especially for the night feels extra tight around his rapidly warming skin. Good, it seems like his tactic is working.

And his pecs… that time when he wore nothing but his flight suit, umm... They’re so fun to play with, squeeze them, bite them, lick them, sleep on them, make them bounce. I don’t need to “explore” to be sure how much I love them. It’s not even about gender, I know a good pair when I see one.

Stop. No. He’s apologized. I’ve apologized. We’re all good.

It feels like all we do these days is to apologize, then have make up sex. Not saying it’s not good sex, but I want that light, fun sex we used to have, before we…

Don’t, don’t go there.

Anyway, oh, his beautiful face. The one stubborn strand of hair on his forehead that always refuses to comply with any hair product. The constellation of freckles scattered across his perfectly shaped nose. The sensual curve of his lips. The creases around his eyes and his cheeks when his whole face is lit up by that classic scrunchy smile. I swear they look even more prominent now… Oh! How could I forget, that delicious cleft on his chin. If there’s one saving grace coming out of the breakup, it’s his decision to double, no, triple his effort at the gym. His facial features look that much more striking on his now leaner body. Who gets over a heartbreak by becoming a Greek statue anyway? Pick up baking like a normal person, please.

Wait, I’m thinking about the breakup, aren’t I? Don’t. Don’t! Ugh… too late.

Buck lightly bangs his head against the counter in frustration. Deciding to focus on the task at hand instead, he promptly weighs out his flour, sprinkles in a pinch of salt, then pours the bubbly yeast mixture into the dry ingredients.

Just as he’s about to put his hands to work, he’s interrupted by a familiar rhythm at the door. Quickly wiping his hands on his apron, then pushing the waistband of his pants down by half an inch for Tommy’s viewing pleasure, he goes on to greet the man he’s been waiting for.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Tommy apologizes as he’s entering the loft. “I believe the infamous LA traffic still hasn’t recovered from the emergency freeway landing last year.”

“No, no, it’s alright,” Buck shoots him a reassuring smile, clearly delighted by having his beloved in his space again. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right with you. I need to finish this dough first.”

“But I thought you said you wanted to relax tonight? Aren’t we just gonna order takeout?” Tommy’s visibly confused by Buck’s ongoing culinary endeavor.

“Oh, this? This is not for tonight. It has to proof until at least tomorrow morning,” Buck replies absentmindedly, his hands continue kneading the dough without pause.

“You don’t have to, Evan. I’m okay with no breakfast at all,” Tommy walks around the kitchen counter to give the hardworking baker a kiss on the temple. “As long as I’m with you.”

“Um… no, I’m making these because my parents are coming to town.”

“Tomorrow morning?!”

“In a month. They’re coming to see Maddie in a month. I’m just stress baking because they…” Buck lets out a sarcastic laugh, “they stress me out.”

“Ahhh… is that so? Well, I’m happy to have learned this about you. I never knew you could bake.”

“I couldn’t. I picked it up recently, after you…” Those dreaded words have already slipped out of his mouth before Buck realizes. He’s been trying his damnedest to steer the night away from this particular direction, but as it turns out, he’s utterly powerless against the freight train of emotions he’s been keeping deep inside. He briefly considers changing the subject, but Tommy’s heard him already. He perks up his eyebrows, signaling Buck to finish his sentence.

It’s better to rip off the band aid now, than to let it snowball into something unstoppable.

“...after you dumped me,” Buck comes clean reluctantly.

Tommy drops his eyes and sighs in understanding, before gently wrapping his arms around Buck from behind. “I’m sorry, baby,” he presses his lips onto the golden curls in front of him.

“Chimney told me, you have a tendency to run away if you’re being pushed too hard. I should wait for you to reach out instead of… the other way around.” Buck keeps working on his dough, intentionally averting his gaze from the man behind him.

“Mmhmm.”

“It was… agonizing. I saw you everywhere. I saw you at home, I saw you at the fire house. I saw you at the coffee shop. I saw you when a helicopter passed by in the sky. You were like… a ghost, haunting me, every waking moment of my life. You know what? Not even just waking, you were haunting my dreams, too. The only thing that managed to stop me from texting you was baking. I had all the supplies at home because I was planning to surprise you with a cake for your birthday but…”

Tommy abruptly lets go and backs off. While Buck fully expects the night to be ruined after his long winded ramble, he mourns the sudden loss of contact nonetheless.

Still not looking up from the increasingly elastic mass on the counter, Buck continues, “I just have to knead it for… um… 5 more minutes, then I’m all yours. Let’s start over, yeah? I’m over it, I’m okay now. Let’s forget about it and just… chill. There’s this movie I…” He’s cut off by Tommy’s return, arms secured around his waist once again, chest pressed firmly against his back, the only difference being that Buck can feel Tommy’s body heat radiating this time.

“Ghost, you said?” Tommy whispers, lips barely grazing the hair standing on Buck’s nape.

“Yeah…” Buck shivers. He turns his head slightly to take a peek at the man behind him.

Yes, Tommy’s shirtless.

“Mmm, keep going,” Tommy demands, hands sliding under the hem of Buck’s shirt to roam around his midsection, lips softly connected to the side of his neck.

So Buck keeps going. Press. Rotate. Press. Rotate. Press. Rotate. Press. Rotate.

He feels two big hands caressing his shoulders, along his arms, then all the way down to his own busy hands.

“What are you making?”

“Ba — Bagels.”

“Umm… I love bagels,” Tommy lazily drags his mouth from Buck’s neck to his shoulder, leaving a trail of delicate kisses behind, “do you know how I like to take it?”

“How…?”

Tommy props his head back up, chin resting on the younger man’s shoulder. “Plain, with cream cheese,” he breathes straight into Buck’s ear. “So much cream cheese that it… oozes out everywhere. Leaking from the side, through the middle…” his tongue darts out to give that spot right underneath the earlobe an inquisitive lick. “I love it when it gets all over my face, painting my mouth white.”

Buck’s previously regular cadence starts faltering. He doesn’t know when to press or when to rotate the dough anymore.

“Hey, let me help you with that,” Tommy grabs a hand full of the dough, and squeezes, hard. Yet, the dough barely budges. “Oh, am I doing it wrong?”

Buck can’t help but giggle. “You have to knead with your palms, not your fingers. Here, let me show you,” he covers Tommy’s right hand with his own, and pushes the heel of his palm into Tommy’s wrist. “You want to fold the dough onto itself, then roll your palm out while pressing down. A bagel dough is supposed to be pretty stiff, so feel free to put your whole body weight into it.”

“Like this?” Tommy mimics exactly what Buck just showed him.

“I’ll give you an A,” Buck turns his head around, meeting Tommy’s gaze. Their faces are so close together, they can feel each other breathing. “You’re a fast learner.”

“I have the best teacher,” Tommy murmurs.

They naturally gravitate towards each other, like two stars on a collision course, until their lips clash together into a sloppy, filthy open-mouthed kiss.

Pulling back slightly to gasp for air, Buck’s pupils are completely blown out, leaving merely a thin icy ring around his dark pool of arousal. “You can use both hands if you want…”

“Let me try that,” Tommy surrounds Buck in his arms, pinning him against the kitchen surface. Then, he starts working on the dough, using his entire body, making sure to time every pressing motion with a thrust from the hip, rocking the younger man into the edge of the counter.

“Mmm — Ah…” the friction generated by Tommy’s movement alone is enough to make Buck moan. He never thought baking could be this erotic. “That — That works…”

He allows himself to enjoy Tommy’s sweet show of strength for a few moments before firmly gripping Tommy’s wrists, stilling him. “It’s — It’s done. Now we put it back into the mixing bowl,” he hastily drops the dough into the metal container, causing a loud thud, “and leave it in the fridge overnight.”

Tommy gives him one more kiss on the cheek, and a pat on his lower back, “go,” then steps aside.

Buck nearly trips over his own feet walking towards the fridge. He hears water running in the background, probably over Tommy’s talented hands. Wrapping up the stainless steel bowl with more than enough plastic wrap, then shoving the whole thing into an empty corner of his fridge, Buck is all too eager to return to Tommy’s touch.

Slamming the fridge door close, Buck whips his head around in a millisecond to catch an eye full of Tommy in his shirtless glory for the first time in the night. He’s drying his hands with a kitchen towel, finger by finger, his biceps flex every time he rubs a digit clean.

Buck walks straight up to the object of his desire, waiting no time to close their distance. Hooking an elbow around Tommy’s neck, he pulls him into a deep, urgent kiss, while his free hand travels down from Tommy’s clavicle towards his nipple.

“Wait,” Tommy stops the exploring hand on its track, “wash your hands first.”

Buck groans in frustration. He unties the knot in his back, takes off his apron, then swiftly treks towards the kitchen sink to prepare himself for the ensuing nighttime activities.

Tommy follows him, settling snugly behind Buck while he’s cleaning his hands. Tommy slowly dips his mischievous fingers into Buck’s waistband, pleasantly surprised to find bare skin underneath.

“Oh, no underwear? Someone’s eager tonight,” Tommy says in a seductive tone.

Roughly drying his hands on his own shirt, Buck spins around to face Tommy, “I’ve been waiting for you to notice…” Feeling Tommy’s fingers tapping the hem of his top, Buck peels it off right away, letting those enormous hands roam free across his body.

“Bed?” Tommy asks in between kisses.

“Couch.” Buck pants.

Just when Buck’s calculating in his head the logistics of moving to the couch without breaking contact with his man, Tommy withdraws his hand from Buck’s bare skin.

“Hold on tight,” Tommy suddenly grabs onto the back of Buck’s thighs and lifts him clear off the ground, carrying him towards the underside of the loft.

[kinard-evan]

AU where Tommy is a doctor at the hospital the 118 always is at after them being hurt. Tommy is one of the doctors who is always monitoring Buck.

Tommy has a crush on him based of getting to know him with each visit but keeps it at bay because he knows Buck is straight or he appears to be. He can’t help but feel these intense feelings for him but is happy to be friends with him.

Buck is a flirt, always has been so when he starts flirting with him Tommy may think he has a chance after all.

“Buck, the way you keep getting hurt, I would think you would be doing it on purpose to just see me.” Tommy smirks at him, while Buck blushes but keeps his eyes on him.

[honestlynervousnut]

Buck and Tommy

@Jee-hun

Tell me yall can see the vision 🥹

[aaronsinferno]

Buck and Tommy lay sprawled out across Buck's bed late one night, taking in each other's company after a string of hard and exhausting shifts. The idea of finally being alone with one another has been their solace for days. Buck sits with his comforter wrapped around him, wearing nothing but a muscle shirt and boxers underneath, while Tommy leans against the headboard, lounging shirtless in baggy grey sweatpants, comfortably commando. Their chatter, paired with laughter and gentle touching, lands onto the topic of food, and in a sudden burst of energy, Buck jumps up from the bed. He dashes downstairs, returns with an ice cream pie, and starts enthusiastically explaining how he made it. Tommy listens with a mix of amusement and disinterest, his attention more on Buck than the dessert. Sensing Tommy's lack of enthusiasm for the pie, Buck's eyes widen in surprise. He swiftly straddles Tommy, scoops a spoonful of the ice cream, and savors it slowly. Their eyes lock as Buck guides the spoon to Tommy's lips, the melting ice cream trickling onto Tommy's neck and chest. Tommy's mouth opens slightly, his eyes never leaving his boyfriends, and Buck gently feeds him the dessert, then pulls the spoon back clean. A mischievous smile spreads across Buck's face as he lowers his head, licking the sweet droplets from Tommy's skin, Tommy quietly melting after each lick. When Buck finished, he looks up, face to face with Tommy, and places a small pick on his lips.

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

Just thinking about the missed opportunity at the Madney wedding where there's a photo booth that prints out two strips of four pictures.

It’d be about an hour into the reception, where the alcohol has nicely warmed up Tommy and Buck, both feeling just the right amount of tipsy. Buck sees the photo booth and takes Tommy by the hand and sits them down on the tiny bench and taps the screen to start it.

Buck sits back and his hand lands on Tommy’s thigh as Tommy wraps his arm around Buck’s shoulders, tight around his neck.

The first picture is them smiling big, all dimples and smile lines on full display as their faces are pressed together.

The second picture Tommy turns to Buck and presses a kiss to his birthmark, which makes Buck’s eyes close and face scrunch up, making his smile even wider.

The third picture Buck turns to Tommy and playfully bites his ear making him laugh before Tommy makes a growling face at the camera at the last second.

The fourth picture captures them right before their lips meet, they get caught up looking at each other blissfully. The picture is taken half a second before they kiss; their lips are relaxed and eyes half lidded looking down, the tips of their noses touching.

They may stay on the bench for a minute longer to enjoy that kiss. Buck prints out the set of pictures and hands one to Tommy.

They may even both put their respective strips on their lockers at work and feel warmth bloom in their chest every time they see it because it marks the start of something great.

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Feel free to add any other headcanons about the wedding.

[bibewilderedandbuck]

First time they say ‘boyfriend’ this or ‘my hot pilot’ that. What about the crew finding out tommy and buck fucked bc he thinks he cant donate blood?

Only the worker at the drive tells him that the only criteria for Not being able to donate in California is: close contact/lived with someone with hepatitis in the last three months, having tested positive for HIV, or undergone dental surgery in the last 72 hours.

Everyone looks at Buck expectantly and he nods holding out his arm. “Can’t believe i just told everyone that we had sex.” He doesn’t look the slighted bit ashamed.

Tommy slaps a hand on Buck’s shoulder and eyes the clearly visible hickeys that go from his ear to under his collar. “I think they already knew, babe.”

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard 💖

had two more days off after my vacation, and somehow I had less time for shit than usual and did no writing lmao (didn't even have time to watch the boys finale like??? wtf?) but here's a tiny little bit more of the tommy calls evan buck fic, and hopefully I'll find time to write after work tomorrow haha

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“Well, you did.” Buck does not pout.

“Is that… wrong?” Tommy frowns. “Everyone calls you Buck.”

“Everyone but you.” He crosses his arms. He knows he’s making it into a bigger deal than necessary, but he can’t help it. 

“And you mind if I do?” Tommy asks, sounding unsure and a little incredulous. “Are we having our first argument right now? What’s happening?”

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