#pregnant tommy kinard

[cassatelle]

9 months into their breakup, 118 is called to help an emergency labor. buck is getting so suspicious because why are they driving to tommy's neighborhood. wait, no, why are they stopped in front of tommy's house?! who would be possibly pregnant in tommy's house?!

they're trying to stay professional, quickly jump out of the truck and barging into the house. turns out tommy's neighbor was the one called 911, she was so scared when she heard tommy's groan. and tommy, now belly so big buck barely recognizes, lying down on his couch catching his breath. buck starts to count the months inside his head.

though still super confused, buck insists that he will be present. he tells bobby, his kid or not, he wants to be there with tommy.

buck ends up staying next to tommy, holding his hand and whispering encouragements into tommy's ear throughout the delivery. he kisses tommy's temple once the baby's here, crying with him, crying with them.

"she's a loud crier like her dads, huh?" chim says before he hands her to him. buck doesn't catch the vague reference of him in chim's sentence, everything aside of the baby in his arms is blur right now.

and, oh, buck feels like he's staring in the looking glass—she has a curly blonde hair, round bullet nose, two small blobs of red on top of her left eyes, and when she opens her eyes, they are the clearest and brightest blue he ever seen.

and then she reaches his face with her tiny little hands. and buck cries again.

[typicalopposite]

several sentence sunday

Gonna throw up a tiny piece of the new chapter of Hopes & Fears just posted! 🫶

The first coffee… get together… was five days after Evan showed up on his doorstep. They had been texting back and forth, and even called a couple times… which led to them agreeing to reshare their calendars with each other. From there, Evan found a day they both would have the morning off, and suggested their coffee spot. Theirs is such a loose term, they only went to it one time. Still Tommy knew exactly where Evan was talking about.  Even in a sea of tables, umbrellas and customers… it's hard to miss a literal ray of sunshine; beaming at him with the intensity of a thousand stars. Tommy has a moment of internal recoil. He doesn’t deserve that smile aimed at him. He tells himself it’s aimed at him, but meant for the baby, as it should be. 

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[diazsdimples]

Happy 9th week of pregnancy to Tommy Kinard who is still trying to figure out how to tell Buck that he found out he was pregnant the day after they split. Anyways, his baby is the size of a strawberry and growing muscles this week!! 💪

[unhingedangstaddict]

The bucktommy mpreg brainrot is so real wtf. I never thought in a million years I'd write an mpreg fic and well,,,

Here's my latest wip

Tommy was sitting on the bathroom floor next to the toliet again, crying for no reason again. He was so sick of the spontaneous crying and worse he didn’t even know why he was crying. Tommy had cried after the break-up, but he’d mostly stopped after two-ish weeks. He was sick of feeling the way he’d felt all week- horrifically nauseous and tired no matter how much he slept.

Tommy was so caught up in his wallowing and his crying that he didn’t hear Lucy enter the house, didn’t notice her standing in the doorway to the ensuite. He only noticed her when she set a plastic bag from a drug store down at his feet.

Tommy sniffled and looked up at Lucy. “I’m starting to regret giving you a key.” He wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“Is it really so terrible having someone look out for you?” Lucy crossed her arms.

Tommy was quiet.

“Thought so.” Lucy nodded.

Tommy curiously reached for the bag and looked inside.

“First time ever for me, the women's version of something was cheaper than the mens version. It’s the exact same thing, just different colored packaging.” Lucy said nonchalantly.

Tommy hardly registered what Lucy was saying as he plucked the box out of the bag. A three pack of pregnancy tests. In an instant it felt like his world had been flipped on it’s axis.

There was no way this was actually happening, but if he was- if Lucy was right about this, it would make sense. The headaches, the fatigue, the random crying, the nausea and vomiting- morning sickness. Now that Tommy thought about it, it seemed like his sense of smell had maybe been heightened the last week or so too.

“If I’m way out of line here Tommy, just tell me, it’s fine. I’ll keep ‘em for next time I have a scare.” Lucy offered.

Tommy swallowed thickly. His mind and heart were racing. This couldn’t be happening.

“Tommy?” Lucy prompted.

“I don’t know.” Tommy said quietly. Clearly Lucy had been thinking about this at least since they were on the phone not that long ago. Her suggestion to drink something made even more sense now. Tommy couldn’t believe this was his life.

“What- what do you mean you don’t know?” Lucy asked.

“I never uh, I never got tested to see if I’m a carrier.” Tommy couldn't take his eyes off the box of pregnancy tests.

“You’re joking right?” Lucy sounded shocked or maybe even pissed.

Tommy shook his head.

“How could you be so irresponsible?” Lucy questioned. “You- I can’t believe you never got tested. I can understand not getting tested as a kid with your dad being the way he is but Tommy, you’re- you sleep with men! How could you not get tested?”

Tommy spoke with a monotone voice, head clearly elsewhere. “Parents never bothered. Then I was in denial about being gay and thought I could make myself fall in love with a woman. Then it didn’t matter because I was never serious enough to ditch condoms. Then it didn’t matter when I was serious enough to ditch condoms because I was almost exclusively the top and I was too old. The thought never even crossed my mind in all the time I was with Evan.”

“Oh my god Tommy.” Lucy mumbled.

“I know.” Tommy swallowed thickly. “I guess I have to take one of these now, huh?”

“I’d recommend all three, actually.” Lucy told him. “These things aren’t the most reliable, always a chance of false negatives or positives, so it’s best to take more than one test but if you take two and get two different results then you won’t feel any better or worse than you did before taking them, until you take another. So three at once.”

“Sounds like you know from experience.” Tommy looked up at Lucy.

“I’m a woman who does not exclusively sleep with other women.” Lucy shrugged.

Lucy left the bathroom so Tommy could take the tests, and as soon as he was finished he set them on the counter, opened the door for Lucy, started a timer, and sat back down on the floor again, not confident that he wasn’t going to throw up again at any moment.

Lucy came in and sat next to Tommy on the floor. Just by looking at him she could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk and for the time being she knew everything she needed to know. Tommy hadn’t even thought about the possibility of this so Lucy was certain that Tommy had no idea what he’d want to do about it- if Tommy was pregnant it was undoubtedly Evan’s, and Tommy was scared and heartbroken right now. Instead of talking Lucy just took his hand and held onto it.

Three minutes felt like an eternity, and if it wasn’t for Lucy holding onto Tommy’s hand, he was sure he would’ve completely lost his grip on reality. He distantly heard the timer on his phone going off, followed by Lucy giving his hand a squeeze. Tommy stopped the timer. He couldn’t look at the tests. He couldn’t move. “Can you look?” He rasped.

“Of course.” Lucy said gently. She stood, not letting go of Tommy’s hand and looked at the tests on the counter. There were two visual tests and one digital test with a weeks along indicator.

The visual tests both showed plus signs, meaning the tests were positive.

The digital test read ‘Pregnant 3+’, meaning three or more weeks along.

“Luce?” Tommy’s grip on her hand tightened.

“Positive.” Lucy told him.

“All of them?” Tommy wondered.

“All three.” Lucy nodded.

Tommy nodded slowly. “Okay.” He whispered as tears stung his eyes and quickly began to fall.

Lucy squeezed Tommy’s hand and returned to her spot on the floor next to him.

Tommy pulled his knees to his chest, rested the arm that wasn’t holding Lucy’s hand on his knees, put his head down, and sobbed for so many reasons it felt like there wasn’t even a reason to be crying at all.

[ladyeyrewrites]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @unhingedangstaddict

This is a snippet from my BuckTommy mpreg fic featuring trans Tommy. It doesn't have a title yet and I don't know when I'll finish it.

It seemed Tommy wanted to look anywhere but directly at Buck, which was just another thing Buck had lost. Buck blinked against threatening tears as Tommy glanced around Buck’s loft, eyes taking in the subtle changes that had taken place since they’d broken up, until his gaze settled on the mess that was Buck’s kitchen island. “You’ve been baking.”

Sure, Buck had baked with Chris before to help out with a school bake sale since Eddie was so culinarily clueless but he hadn’t really done it in his own time until he’d found out about Tommy’s sweet tooth. He’d been practicing to make something for Tommy’s birthday but then Tommy had to go and dump him. Bitterness spiked through him. “Yeah. Anytime I get the urge to call you, I just I channel the impulse into something positive, like baked Alaska.”

Tommy’s face twisted with regret, eyes growing glassy. Buck wasn’t sure if that had been his intention or not, but maybe it would be good for Tommy to really see how much Buck had been thinking about him. So, Buck walked over to the fridge and pulled out three loaves, making sure the fridge door was opened wide enough for Tommy to see the extent of Buck’s foray into baking and how often he’d been thinking about reaching out. “Here, you should take some.” He plopped three loaves into Tommy’s unprotesting arms. “Here’s a lemon loaf, and a walnut loaf, and a pumpkin loaf.”

“That’s a lotta loaf,” Tommy managed to say. “Buck, I—”

“Hang on, let me go grab those shirts,” said Buck because hearing Tommy call him by his nickname rather than his name made him want to scream and he didn’t want to do that, not when Tommy looked like anything could cue the waterworks at any moment. So, Buck might have fled his kitchen, jogging upstairs to grab the reusable tote bag of Tommy’s tee shirts and flannels he’d accumulated over their six months together. That bag had been haunting him every night as he lay in bed – alone – trying to fall asleep, wondering if Tommy was also alone or if he’d already managed to find a rebound.

Buck hefted the bag and his heart panged. Once he gave this stuff back, Tommy would well and truly be gone from his life. There’d be no excuse for Buck to reach out. No trace that Tommy had ever been in his life save for the indelible mark he’d left on Buck’s heart. So, Buck did something maybe a little impulsive and indulgent; he snagged one of Tommy’s flannels out of the bag and shoved it under his pillow. He was absolutely not going to bury his face in it and cry himself to sleep later.

As he was engaging in some of the most pathetic breakup behaviour ever, his kitchen timer went off downstairs.

“Buck, do you need me to do something?” Tommy shout up the stairs, voice carrying over the shrill timer beep.

“Yeah, could you just grab the baked brie out of the oven?” he asked. He snagged his favourite Tommy t-shirt out of the bag and stashed it with the stolen flannel too. If Tommy was allowed to unceremoniously dump Buck then Buck was allowed to steal his clothes and not return them.

Buck gave a satisfied nod and started down the stairs to join Tommy. He was halfway down when he heard Tommy gag. Buck looked up from his feet in time to see Tommy turn literally green before unceremoniously dumping Buck’s baked brie on the counter, bee-lining for the sink and vomiting down the drain.

Buck raced down the stairs, rushing to Tommy’s side and rubbing smoothing circles on his back before he even realised what he was doing. “Are you okay?”

“Are you sure that cheese is okay?” Tommy asked catching his breath. “It reeks.”

Buck frowned as he got down a glass and filled it with tap water for Tommy to rinse out his mouth. “Uh yeah,” he said. “And brie’s not a stinky cheese.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Tommy sagged, leaning against Buck’s counter. “But my sense of smell’s been really weird the last few weeks.”

A sinking feeling filled Buck’s stomach. This all sounded very familiar. They’d always been so good about using protection and between birth control and testosterone Tommy hadn’t had a period in well over a decade. But there’d been that little lapse before Tommy had found his new doctor and oh, god they’d definitely had unprotected sex that one time when they were both a little tipsy after getting back from babysitting Eddie. “You’re pregnant,” Buck blurted before his brain could send his tongue anything more tactful to say.

[weewookinard]

if you aren’t big on mpreg then just ignore this but for the fluffy headcanon is that buck loves talk to the baby that tommy is growing.

Fun fact, I used to be anti mpreg before I entered this fandom but now I'm as obsessed as everyone else!

Tommy being the one pregnant is so important to me. He always thought he was not worthy of love and happiness and is now growing the fruit of his perfect love and he's beaming with pride and joy. He adores it, even the worst parts of pregnancy, because it's a reminder of how lucky he is to have this perfect life.

And we know Evan is a yapper, and Tommy loves it. He would be okay with only listening to Evan for the rest of his life -well, he was before he saw the pregnancy test showing two bars- and never tells him to shut up. Evan is so interesting, either he's talking about work and how they saved everyone, or when he explains to him all the new things he learned while deep diving on wikipedia. Tommy can remember everything Evan says to him which is a gift for Evan who cannot stress enough how lucky he is to have found such a perfect match. A match who is growing their babies.

So, when he learned that babies could hear what happened outside, he started talking to them. At first it was about how excited he was to meet them, and how happy he was to create a family with the love of his life. He told them about Tommy, how they met, how hard they fell for each other. He told them about uncle Eddie and aunt Maddie and Grandpa Bobby and everyone waiting with excitement for them to arrive.

Then, he starts talking about calls, trying not to get too dark and detailed though. He tells them about his deep dives too, and how he can't wait to teach them about the world. He tell them not to listen while they're having sex, making Tommy laugh. One day he learns that babies can have accents and he tries different ones, all so bad that Tommy can help but laugh more until he cries.

When finally the twins are born it's an effusion of love and words. Tommy is tired but he smiles because Evan is here, talking to their babies, telling them how beautiful they are and how lucky him and Papa are. A few hours later Tommy is fast asleep and one of the twins starts crying. Evan is quick to take him in his arms and tells him, voice low but full of adoration. "Stop crying sweetheart." And the baby stops because he recognizes this voice and knows he's safe in his daddy's arms. And maybe it makes Evan cry a lot.

Send me more cute headcanon about them and I'll yap about it! ❤️

[tommykinard6]

😳💔🫃

May I be greedy?🥺

Yes, please be greedy! Let me see what my brain can pull for you. Imma do headcanons for 😳 and 🫃, I think, but since you’re the only one to ask for 💔 you’ll get a fic snippet!

😳

Tommy hasn’t had a pack in years. His family was broken since he was a child, his unit mostly died when he was in the army, and the 118 was barely worth calling a pack. Harbor is close, but they’ve not taken on a pack dynamic. Several stations have moved away from those bonds and the 217 is one of them.

So he watches Evan and his happy, bonded pack with a sense of longing. He’s on the outskirts. He’s a friend, a welcome outsider. He’s a friend to everyone there and Evan’s boyfriend, but he won’t join the pack until Evan wants to claim him as his future mate.

So he watches and wishes and tries not to dream of something he doesn’t think he deserves.

Until Evan gets down on one knee, barely a year after they get together, and asks him to be his mate for life and his husband. Of course, Tommy says yes.

And then the next time they see Evan’s pack, Tommy’s folded into the mix too. Scented by the other members, welcomed as a pack member and cherished in a way he’d always heard omegas should be but never got to experience.

He’s not alone now. He’s pack. He’s Evan’s and Evan is his.

🫃

Tommy goes looking for the father of his child. He goes back to the club, multiple times. He wanders the coffee shops of nearby LA and looks in every store and car he passes. He hunts, but LA is big and for all he knows, Firehose could be from out of town. He could be married to 2 and a half kids already, for all Tommy knows.

But he never stops looking. He leaves the 118, never meeting their new probie. He goes on medical leave, his pregnancy kept hushed and on a need to know by his request. He picks up a side job at a local comic store to keep the money coming. And he looks for blond curls everywhere he goes.

💔

“Mr. Rocker?”

Donovan snapped back to the office he was sat in, on the opposite end of the couch from his wife. Dr. McCormick looked at him over the rims of her glasses. He got the sense she’d been trying to get his attention for a while.

“I’m sorry.” It was a sincere apology. He hadn’t meant to tune out. “What was that?”

“I asked if you had anything you wanted to say about what your wife shared?”

He knew Val had been talking. It was the same thing she was saying at home, and had said for the last three appointments. No apology, regret only for being caught, and continued defense over her actions.

He’d tried, at first, to listen. He’d tried to understand. He’d wanted to be an understanding husband, a partner that stayed through the tough times.

He looked at her and he felt nothing.

“Mr. Rocker?”

Bless this therapist. She’d really jumped into helping them with determination. Maybe, if there was something to reconcile, it would’ve worked.

Donovan and Valerie had been married for 12 years. Fresh out of college, wide eyed and optimistic. He loved her for a long time. Maybe she loved him too, once.

Now, he just felt nothing.

“I want a divorce.”

[obitez]

🐤

Here ya go!

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Christopher giggled from where he sat in the front passenger seat. “We told you we couldn’t tell you guys,” Eddie said. “Now come on.” 

Tommy shared another look with Buck before he got out of the truck to follow the two. “Do you have any ideas what this is about?” he asked. 

“That both of us would need to be here for? No freaking clue.”

[quintessenceofdust88]

Gabby, i was inspired by @bidisasterevankinard talking about little blobs verse and how Nonna Rosa would be there for both of them. But i’m thinking of how she would be if Tommy was pregnant. I think she would do a lot of the same as she would with Buck, but I also think she would worry just a bit more because it’s her Tommy, and since he is older it’s a riskier pregnancy. She wants to make sure both Tommy and her (favorite) great grandchild are safe and healthy during the birth and afterwards.

VIAAAA you are soooo right!!!

Can you imagine how Nonna would be if her darling Tommasino was pregnant? She'd be the happiest, but most overprotective grandmother in the world!!!

She'd fly to LA the moment she hears about the pregnancy, armed with all the best recipes to make sure he's healthy and getting his fair intake of vitamins. Between her hovering and Buck's, Tommy would barely be able to lift a finger the whole pregnancy ('Tommasino, if I see you near a heavy bag again I will wack your hand with a spoon, so help me Dio!')

Nonna'd definitely worry, of course. She's seen so many things in her life, including her fair share of high risk pregnancies. She'd ask Buck mainly, because she knows Tommy would want to sugarcoat things for her, and she wants to know what's going on ('Tell me everything the doctor says, Evanino, please. I need to take care of my bambino.).

I think Buck would confide in her so much, going to her for advice all the time. And for every pregnancy symptom/milestone she gets to see or the boys tell her about, she'd be reminded of Tommy's mother, and she'd wistfully think of how proud she would be of her boy.

And Nonna herself , of course, would be so so happy and proud for her bambino. She'd watch Tommy's bump grow and smile with so much love, putting her hand over it and singing so sweetly in Italian to them 🥹🥹 ('You are so loved, piccolino. Your Nonna can't wait to meet you').

Via darling thank you for this ask, you made me realize I have lots of thoughts about Nonna and pregnant Tommy and I think I'll have to do sth about it!!!

[screaming-universe]

Several Sentences Sunday

wasn't tagged but I have several sentences and they wanted to be written instead of sleeping so now I'm posting them. Entirely unedited on account of it being late. This is somewhat inspired by the recent bucktommy mpreg hype, and is part of my werecat au

Tommy feels sick and it is not just because of the morning sickness. He didn’t plan to get pregnant; he'd honestly been kind of sure he couldn’t anymore. Not with the suppressants he’d taken in the military; they had actually been banned a few years ago for being unsafe. Not with the suppressants he’d taken for as long as he’d been at the 118 without ever getting his bloodwork checked. He’d actually acknowledged that he was an omega when he’d started at the 217, had worked through what that meant and come to accept himself. And part of then had been going to a specialised doctor who’d prescribed him newer, healthier suppressants and cautioned him to actually use the LAFD mandated quarterly heat leave for what it was meant for. It had been weird at first but also enjoyable and quite revelatory in a lot of ways. Recently he’d been sharing his heats with the loves of his life and that sure had let his enjoyment skyrocket. He’d also shared Eddie’s heat, which had been new and exciting and a lot of fun too.

And therein lay the problem: Eddie wanted to get pregnant, not Tommy. Eddie, who had also been on the toxic Army suppressants too. Eddie, who had been taking suppressants without pause until he’d been found out when he’d been in the hospital after being shot. Eddie, who had been shot through the abdomen in Afghanistan. The doctors thought he might still be able to carry but they were not sure. And so far Eddie was not pregnant.

But Tommy was; he was pregnant and Eddie wanted to be. He would not take this away from Eddie though, he would not overshadow him. So he’d left. Told his boyfriends that they should take a break or something along the lines and left. It was really stupid since they’d been at his house but Eddie had not given up his little house yet – and probably wouldn’t now – and Tommy still had the key.

He’d let himself into the house, and he’d allowed himself to curl up on Eddie’s bed that still carried their intermingled scents. This was probably the last opportunity he’d get because he had asked for a break but he knew that he should break this off entirely before they would and his heart would be broken. Deep down he knew that it was too late for that already. He stripped out of his clothes and shifted and curled up as tightly as he could, nose pressed against the pillows that carried Eddie and Evan’s scents.

Tommy had expected to get some messages after he had left so hurriedly – he saw them lighting up the screen of his phone; it was only Evan though. But he had not expected for the door to be opened and closed quite aggressively and for Eddie to storm in, looking furious. Just Eddie though, nobody following him.

“Yeah, Buck’s not here,” Eddie said, glowering. “He has a shift and our boyfriend just left us after asking for a break and didn’t even wait around long enough for us to talk.”

Eddie ran a hand over his face and through his hair. He sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, his back to Tommy.

“You know he’s afraid of being abandoned,” Eddie said quietly. And so was Eddie, though he had a hard time admitting it out loud. And Tommy too, even though he could hardly even admit it to himself. “What brought this on? Did we do something wrong?”

The last thing Tommy wanted to do was talking about this but to see Eddie – his boyfriend, one of the men he had been courting – sitting there like this, looking small and unsure made him shift before he could really think about it.

“I’m pregnant,” he blurted out and Eddie’s head whipped around.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant,” Tommy said again and he had to look away. “I don’t…“ He could not finish that sentence, didn’t even know what he wanted to say.

The mattress moved around a bit as Eddie settled down right next to him and then gentle fingers turned Tommy’s chin towards him. For a moment Tommy wanted to accuse Eddie of stealing his moves but this was not a time to get playful. Tommy had probably lost any right to that.

“You are pregnant?” Eddie asked and there was something tentative on his face. Maybe almost hopeful?

Tommy just nodded, gently jostling Eddie’s hand that now lay fully against his jaw.

“I didn’t think you could–“

“Neither did I.”

“How do you feel about this? Panicking aside, of course,” Eddie added, because he was nothing if not a little shit.

“I–I don–I,” Tommy tried and then took a deep breath. “I don’t know? I never thought I would or could be pregnant so I never thought about what I’d do. And if I do this I know I can’t do it alone but–“

“But what?” Eddie challenged him. “You’d think we’d leave you for being pregnant?” He sounded indignant; he sounded pissed again. “Why?”

Tommy took a moment to gather his thoughts and when he did he took Eddie’s hand that was still on his face and held it in both of his. “You wanted to get pregnant again,” he said softly and something moved across Eddie’s face. “And now I am. This was supposed to be your moment, not mine.”

“Fuck you!” Eddie said but his hand grasped Tommy’s tightly. “I would be happy for you – for all of us! I am!” He deflated again, about to pull back and Tommy’s heart was about to sink but– “If this is what you want, that is.”

“I don’t know yet,” Tommy whispered. “I don’t–“

“That’s fine,” Eddie said and kneeled so that he can grasp Tommy’s face with both hands, ever so gently. “You know that Buck would be overjoyed, and I would be too, but if you don’t want to keep it that’s fine.”

“But it’d feel wrong when you are trying to become pregnant and I am considering–“

“Tommy,” Eddie said and kissed him, very sweetly. “This is about you and not about me. If you want to keep it, you keep it and we will support you. If you don’t, we will support you too. But please talk to us before you run away again.”

“Yeah?”

Instead of answering, Eddie wrapped his arms around him and Tommy’s pulled into his chest. His arms automatically wrap around Eddie too and he pulled him closer.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “And if you still want to take a break from this relationship then you’ll have to let me go because my heat is rapidly approaching and this is not helping.”

Fuck. Tommy totally forgot about Eddie’s heat; the reason he was not on shift with Evan right now. He did not let go.

Three weeks later, Tommy came home to Eddie practically shoving a pregnancy test in his face. A positive pregnancy test.

“You’ll be a father twice, Tommy,” Eddie says and beams at him.

[typicalopposite]

Hopes & Fears

chapter 4 (hopefully I'll get through six by Sunday!) Buck POV

Buck’s phone was going off the moment he got to his Jeep. He glances back at the pharmacy... He pictures Tommy’s face– the way it fell as Buck spoke; the hurt in his eyes, the hitch in his breath– pushes the image aside and climbs in before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He sees Tommy’s name on the screen. Still donning the helicopter emoji, the flame, and a green heart. Tommy’s favorite color is green. He has no idea why he never changed it. Grace glances over the center console of the Jeep and sees his screen. “Wow,” she says. “He really has some nerve.” Buck silences the call and tosses it into a cup holder. 

The call ends. Then Tommy is instantly calling again. 

Then he calls again.

And again.

“He’s clearly not giving up,” Grace says, her voice tinged with annoyance. “You should just block him.” Buck swallows at the urge to tell her to stay out of it… and instead takes her advice, Blocking Tommy’s number. “There,” she coos, running a hand over his shoulder, and up the nape of his neck. “Now you don’t have to worry about it, or him, anymore.” 

“Yeah…” Buck mumbles, turns the Jeep on and pulls out of the lot. 

*

It’s three AM, and Buck has a shift in less than five hours… and instead of sleeping, he’s baking. 

It’s been months… and he is baking. Again. 

The aroma of cinnamon sugar, and vanilla, and lemon, and blueberries mingle and mesh together throughout the loft. Eventually, they become fragrant enough to wake Grace up. She stirs upstairs and Buck glances up at her from the kitchen; he watches her stretch and yawn, running her fingers through her hair to tame any fly-aways. “Well something smells… very sweet,” she says as she comes down to join him. She looks around at the loaf pans and cookie sheets littering the counters, covering the table, and the island, too. “Is there a party coming up you forgot to mention?” She laughs, and sits down on one of the barstools. 

“Uh, no– no it’s… this—” What is he supposed to say? I’m in my feelings about seeing my ex, that I’m clearly not as over as I’d like everyone, myself included, to believe… and he’s fucking carrying someone else’s kid. I’m stuck between feeling pissed about it, and feeling bad for feeling pissed… and to avoid running over to his house to apologize for being so harsh… I’m hyper-baking… again . “It’s for Jee,” he lies. “She’s got this bake sale— Maddie hates baking. I volunteered.” 

“Well... are you just so sweet,” Grace gives an overly dramatic awed pout and covers her heart. “Why anyone would walk away from you is beyond me…” She gets up, rounds the island and wraps her arms around Buck. 

“Uh… y- yeah, thanks,” he hugs her back, trying to avoid getting powdered sugar and flour all over her. 

“You know I’m here for you… right?” She says, pulling back to look up at him with those big, brown eyes. “If you need to vent about him, you can.”

He takes a deep breath. He should just drop it. He should just let it go… it’s none of his business anyway it’s just— “I just can’t— can’t believe it, you know? He— he fled at the mere thought of living with me… a- after six months and then in less time apart he’s already starting a family?” He is speaking before he can stop himself and Grace is staring up at him, listening intently— she never listens to his rambling. It fuels him to continue. “It’s— it’s annoying, you know? It hurts! A- And maybe it shouldn’t— hell… it definitely shouldn’t. It’s not like he cheated… but— but still.” Why didn't he want that with me… He keeps that thought to himself.

read from Ch One on AO3

[megalony]

Evan Buckley (911) Masterlist

This was the 911 masterlist, but now this is dedicated to Evan (Buck) and there is a separate masterlist for Eddie. I hope you all enjoy them.

Main Masterlist

Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Dark! Evan Buckley Masterlist

Bobby Nash Masterlist

Evan (Buck) Buckley:

I Was Worried

Care to Dance

Buck Jr

We Made It

Professional

Did I Stutter?

See The Difference

Obsessive

Early Arrival

Bathroom Revelations

Family Favouritism

Checked Out

Helpless

His Own Miracle

You Look Beautiful

You Saved Me

Being Threatened

I'm Home

Hostage

A Piece of Me

Old Memories

Call For a Rescue

I Won't Lose Her

Double Trouble

Comatose

Helping Hands and Paws

Sick Day

Falling For Me

Communication Error (Deaf! reader)

Give Me a Reason (Deaf! reader)

Hypo State

Emergency Situation

I'm Taking You Home

Is This Your Husband

Protect His Girls

A Burden On You

It's Yours

You Need To Choose

Let Me Help

Little Bird Part 2

You Didn't Know?

A Bad Night

One In A Million

Wish I Knew

Just In Time

Tiny Little Fighter

I'll Take Him

Meet My Family Part 2

My Little Girl

Matters Of The Heart

Heated Discussion

Keep You From Harm

You've Done Enough

Birthday Wishes

Touchy Situation

Finally Coming True

A Medical Emergency

Resemblance (Series Masterlist)

Too Stimulating (Autistic! Reader)

Another Present (Christmas fic)

Mayday, Mayday

Beautiful Destruction

Exploding Emotions Part 2

It's Bubba Part 2

Can't You Be Mine Part 2 Part 3

She's Not Here Part 2

Have You Slept Part 2

Strike Me Down Part 2

There's My Girl Part 2

My Squad Part 2 Part 3

Series:

Resemblance (Series Masterlist)

She Needs Help (Series Masterlist)

Call Me Dad (Series Masterlist)

Baby-Trapped (Series Masterlist)

It's Complicated (Series Masterlist)

[unhingedangstaddict]

Because the weather is absolute garbage (well below freezing temperatures and snowing) and I'm feeling kinda unmotivated atm here's a small teaser for the next chapter of All Of You, All Of Me (Intertwined) - my bucktommy mpreg fic

The next morning Tommy walked to the coffee shop and arrived early, only to find Evan had also just arrived. “Hey.” He said as he approached Evan.

“Hey, why don’t I grab us drinks while you find us a table?” Evan suggested.

“Sure.” Tommy agreed.

“What do you want? Not that I forgot your usual order but you probably can’t have your usual because the caffeine…” Evan frowned. “Not that I’m trying to police what you eat or drink!” He added quickly.

Tommy had to chuckle a bit at how nervous Evan was. For a moment it could almost be Evan’s regular old nervous excitement and not the new much more complex nervousness that Tommy had instilled in Evan yesterday with just just five words. “You’re fine. Get me a decaf mocha with raspberry syrup-” Tommy could see Evan’s face twisting into one of confusion or perhaps disgust. “It’s what she wants. I’m not exactly a fan but it does taste good.” Tommy explained, gesturing vaguely at his stomach.

“Got it. Coming right up.” Evan nodded and went to order.

Tommy got them a table in a quiet corner of the coffee shop and waited patiently for Evan, who soon came over to the table with their drinks in hand.

“Have you uh, have you had a lot of cravings?” Evan asked as he set Tommy’s drink in front of him, then sat across from Tommy.

“Yeah. This drink is one of two consistent repeat offenders and there’s been lots of one time cravings for different things too.” Tommy nodded. Tommy knew they should be talking about more important things but Evan was nervous and it was probably less nerve-wracking for him if they eased into it, and maybe it’d be easier for Tommy too.

“What’s the other consistent one?” Evan wondered.

“Lucy makes fake gagging noises every time it comes up,” Tommy admitted. “Grilled cheese with peanut butter and tomatoes on it. Usually needs to be on sourdough bread, cinnamon-raisin bread on one particularly notable occasion though.”

“Like all together in the sandwich heated up?” Evan wondered.

Tommy nodded and shrugged. “It's what the kid wants. Can’t wait til she decides she’s sick of them.”

“No kidding.” Evan mumbled and sipped his drink.

“Look, I’m sure you have things you want to say and ask, and so do I. There’s a lot up in the air at the moment and I just want to make something super clear before we get any further.” Tommy told Evan.

“Okay,” Evan sat up straighter and made sure he was showing that he was paying attention.

“I know I told Lucy, to tell Eddie, to tell you this, but I wanted you to hear it from me directly also. If you don’t want to be involved, I don’t expect you to. The last thing I want is for you to feel trapped by this in any way. So, if you’re not interested you can walk away now, no hard feelings. I can’t promise she’ll never get curious or grow up and find you herself, but if you don’t want to be a part of this, I will keep you out of it as much as I can.”

“Tommy I want to be involved-” Evan started.

“And if that is genuinely what you want Evan, then great.” Tommy cut in. “But if you think there is even the smallest chance you’re gonna wake up one day and regret staying, just walk away now. It’s one thing for us to break each other’s hearts, it’d be another to do that to our daughter.”

“I know I just found out but I swear I’m not going anywhere. I- I’ve been a sperm donor before- I told you about Connor and Cameron’s son- and I’m not interested in doing that again, Tommy. I want to be a part of my daughter’s life.” Evan insisted.

Tommy nodded and almost smiled. “Okay.”

(Read the full chapter on ao3)

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Bun in the Oven

Rated M

Chapter 1/4

2160 words

chapter One of the trans!Tommy mpreg episode 8X07 rewrite I posted a snippet of on Wednesday.

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

There was a knock on the door.

Buck frowned. It was a bit early for it to be Maddie and Chimney but maybe they’d lucked out with the traffic situation. He wiped his hands on his apron, stepped away from the stand mixer, and answered the door.

It wasn’t Maddie and Chimney.

Instead, Tommy’s broad frame filled his doorway.

Buck’s breath caught in his throat. “Tommy, hi,” he said. “I was just thinking about you.” It was true. Buck hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Tommy since he’d overcorrected after the whole Abby reveal and asked Tommy to move in only for Tommy to break up with him because of some bullshit about Buck breaking Tommy’s heart in the future. So, Buck had done the only logical thing: purchased a stand mixer and filled his fridge with baked goods.

Honestly, Buck wasn’t sure if he was more angry or sad about the whole situation, but he did know that his stomach still swooped at the sight of Tommy standing in his door and it took every bit of self-control not to lean in to give Tommy a kiss hello. Not to wrap his arms around Tommy and pull him inside and never let him go.

“Sorry, I should’ve called before just showing up,” said Tommy. “But I think I left one of my chargers here and I can’t find my other one. So, dead phone.” Tommy sounded on the verge of tears which seemed strange when he could’ve just gone out and bought a new charger rather than checking to see if he’d left one at Buck’s. But maybe it wasn’t about the charger, maybe Tommy just wanted an excuse to see Buck.

Or was Buck letting himself get his hopes up for no reason?

“I uh, haven’t seen it. But are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry.” He wanted to reach out and touch Tommy, to offer some sort of comfort, but that wasn’t his place anymore. Tommy had taken that away.

Tommy shook his head. “Mood swings,” he says.

“Yeah, well break ups will do that I guess,” said Buck.

“That and I think I’m still adjusting to my new birth control,” said Tommy. About a month before the break-up Tommy’s primary care physician had suddenly retired and Buck had helped Tommy scramble to find another in-network provider who understood the healthcare needs of trans men. It had been such a headache and then once they’d found a doctor he’d wanted to adjust Tommy’s dosages and change Tommy’s birth control method from an oral contraceptive to an implant in the hopes that it would lessen the daily dose of dysphoria Tommy got when taking the pill.

“Listen, Buck—” Tommy started.

Buck flinched. God, it sounded so wrong hearing his nickname coming out of Tommy’s lips. It made him want to scream. But he was trying to be mature about this. Trying to be civil. Trying not to cling since that was clearly what Tommy wanted, and Buck could respect that even if he hated it. “I found some of your shirts in the laundry,” Buck said before Tommy could say anything else that was probably going to break Buck’s heart again. “I was going to text you.” Which was maybe a lie, because sure Buck had thought about texting Tommy, but never about the shirts.

He'd composed texts with everything he’d wished he’d said to Tommy instead of letting him walk out the door that night.

Texts that devolved into spiteful rants.

<em>Miss you</em> texts.

<em>u up?</em> texts.

All deleted and transmuted into baked goods: cakes, cookies, scones, loafs, Baked Alaska.

It seemed Tommy wanted to look anywhere but directly at Buck, which was just another thing Buck had lost. Buck blinked against threatening tears as Tommy glanced around Buck’s loft, eyes taking in the subtle changes that had taken place since they’d broken up, until his gaze settled on the mess that was Buck’s kitchen island. “You’ve been baking.”

Sure, Buck had baked with Chris before to help out with a school bake sale since Eddie was so culinarily clueless, but he hadn’t really done it in his own time until he’d found out about Tommy’s sweet tooth. He’d been practicing to make something for Tommy’s birthday but then Tommy had to go and dump him. Bitterness spiked through him. “Yeah. Anytime I get the urge to call you, I just I channel the impulse into something positive, like Baked Alaska.”

Tommy’s face twisted with regret, eyes growing glassy. Buck wasn’t sure if that had been his intention or not, but maybe it would be good for Tommy to really see how much Buck had been thinking about him. So, Buck walked over to the fridge and pulled out three loaves, making sure the fridge door was opened wide enough for Tommy to see the extent of Buck’s foray into baking and how often he’d been thinking about reaching out. “Here, you should take some.” He plopped three loaves into Tommy’s unprotesting arms. “Here’s a lemon loaf, and a walnut loaf, and a pumpkin loaf.”

“That’s a lotta loaf,” Tommy managed to say. “Buck, I—”

“Hang on, let me go grab those shirts,” said Buck because hearing Tommy call him by his nickname rather than his name made him want to scream and he didn’t want to do that, not when Tommy looked like anything could cue the waterworks at any moment. So, Buck might have fled his kitchen, jogging upstairs to grab the reusable tote bag of Tommy’s tee shirts and flannels he’d accumulated over their six months together. That bag had been haunting him every night as he lay in bed – alone – trying to fall asleep, wondering if Tommy was also alone or if he’d already managed to find a rebound.

Buck hefted the bag and his heart panged. Once he gave this stuff back, Tommy would well and truly be gone from his life. There’d be no excuse for Buck to reach out. No trace that Tommy had ever been in his life save for the indelible mark he’d left on Buck’s heart. So, Buck did something maybe a little impulsive and indulgent; he snagged one of Tommy’s flannels out of the bag and shoved it under his pillow.

He was absolutely not going to bury his face in it and cry himself to sleep later.

As he was engaging in some of the most pathetic breakup behaviour ever, his kitchen timer went off downstairs.

“Buck, do you need me to do something?” Tommy shouted up the stairs, voice carrying over the shrill timer beep.

“Yeah, could you just grab the baked brie out of the oven?” he asked. He snagged his favourite Tommy t-shirt out of the bag and stashed it with the stolen flannel too. If Tommy was allowed to unceremoniously dump Buck, then Buck was allowed to steal his clothes and not return them.

Buck gave a satisfied nod and started down the stairs to join Tommy. He was halfway down when he heard Tommy gag. Buck looked up from his feet in time to see Tommy turn literally green before unceremoniously dumping Buck’s baked brie on the counter, bee-lining for the sink and vomiting down the drain.

Buck raced down the stairs, rushing to Tommy’s side and rubbing smoothing circles on his back before he even realised what he was doing. “Are you okay?”

“Are you sure that cheese is okay?” Tommy asked catching his breath. “It reeks.”

Buck frowned as he got down a glass and filled it with tap water for Tommy to rinse out his mouth. “Uh yeah,” he said. “And brie’s not a stinky cheese.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Tommy sagged, leaning against Buck’s counter. “But my sense of smell’s been really weird the last few weeks.”

A sinking feeling filled Buck’s stomach. This all sounded very familiar.

They’d always been so good about using protection and between birth control and testosterone Tommy hadn’t had a period in well over a decade. But there’d been that little lapse before Tommy had found his new doctor and oh, God they’d definitely had unprotected sex that one time when they were both a little tipsy after getting back from babysitting Eddie. “You’re pregnant,” Buck blurted before his brain could send his tongue anything more tactful to say.

Tommy turned white as a sheet, eyes going wide. “I can’t be,” he said. “We were always so careful—” he trailed off and from the way his eyebrows shot up into his hairline Buck bet that Tommy had just connected the same dots he had. “Shit. You might be right.” His hand went to the back of his neck in a self-comforting gesture and Buck recognised all the signs of Tommy starting to spiral that he’d steamrolled over the night Tommy had ended things.

The last thing he wanted was for Tommy to leave right now. And that was probably the last thing Tommy needed right now. “Okay,” said Buck. He put his hands on Tommy’s upper arms and gently guided him to one of the bar stools. “Sit. Breathe. I need to make a phone call and then we’re going to talk. Okay?”

Tommy nodded, gulping down an unsteady breath.

Buck fished his phone out of his apron pocket and dialled Maddie. “Hey Mads, you and Chimney haven’t left yet, have you?”

“No, the sitter’s running late,” said Maddie. “Why?”

“I’m gonna need to take a rain check,” he said. “Tommy’s here.”

“Oh!” said Maddie. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I don’t know yet,” said Buck.

“Well, let me know when you do,” said Maddie. “And take care of yourself.”

“Thanks, Mads,” Buck hung up and turned back to Tommy.

As soon as Buck’s eyes landed on his ex-boyfriend Tommy bolted up off the stool. “I should go,” he said. “You had plans and I should go.”

Buck took advantage of the fact that his legs were longer than Tommy’s and intercepted him before he reached the door.

“Buck move,” said Tommy. “I need to leave.”

“Nope,” said Buck. “I’m not going to let you walk away from me again. Not until I’ve said what I need to say, and we make a plan to move forward.”

“There is no moving forward,” said Tommy. “There is no “we” anymore. We broke up.”

“No, <em>you</em> broke up with me and left,” said Buck. “You didn’t let me say anything. You just decided on your own that there was no way I’d want you around in the future and then you left. Also, if you’re pregnant, I want to be there for you no matter what you decide to do, even if it’s just as a friend.” Because even though Buck so desperately wanted more, now wasn’t the time to say as much.

“It’s probably just a stomach bug,” said Tommy.

“If you really believed that you wouldn’t be running away,” said Buck.

Tommy flinched and Buck hated himself a little, but he needed to say everything that had been circling through his head in the time since Tommy had broken things off. “I don’t know what happened that made you think you could never be my last,” said Buck, speaking carefully so he wouldn’t say something he’d regret. “I know nothing I say right now is gonna convince you of the truth because now there’s maybe a baby involved and that complicates things, but I really wanted you to be my last Tommy. I still do. And this isn’t me asking you to change your mind about breaking up, but maybe it’s me asking you to trust that I actually know what I want. And what I want is to be there for you no matter what’s going on, in whatever way you’ll let me. Please let me.”

Tommy sighed and he looked at Buck so tenderly, despite the dark circles under his eyes that Buck had to dig his fingernails into his palms to keep himself from reaching out and cupping Tommy’s face in his hands to try to rub some of that fear and exhaustion away. “Okay,” said Tommy. He backed away from the door, returning to the bar stool at Buck’s kitchen island.

“I guess we should probably see if you really are pregnant,” said Buck, relief flooding through him.

“Probably,” said Tommy.

“I can run to the drug store and grab a few tests,” said Buck. “But you have to promise not to go anywhere.” He fixed Tommy with a meaningful look until Tommy met his gaze and nodded. Buck took his apron off and grabbed his wallet and keys.

“You promise?” Buck asked.

“Yeah, Evan, I promise,” Tommy snapped.

Buck grinned.

“What?” Tommy asked.

“You called me Evan,” said Buck and Tommy probably hadn’t meant anything by it. It was clearly a slip up, but it soothed something within Buck to hear Tommy call him that.

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I'm also working on it!!

Me trying to spread pregnant tommy propaganda (clearly failing)

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 We will find the way to our future

T/ 14672 words

Buck and Tommy's journey after break up. Can they be back together? When it will happen? And what unexpected news Buck will find out 3 weeks after break up that will change their lives forever?