#tommy and lucy bestie-ism

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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.

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Here's an excerpt of chapter 2 of All Of You All Of Me (Intertwined) (my bucktommy mpreg fic) that is now up on ao3

!! TW: Mentions of abortion (hypothetical/past) !!

Tommy headed home in the same daze he’d gone to the clinic in, and when he got home he sat at his kitchen table, sonogram laid on the table in front of him, trying to make sense of all the thoughts running through his mind.

When that didn’t exactly work he set out to do some research, hoping to get as much information as possible. Tommy made sure to snack as he worked to keep the nausea at bay, and looked for better nausea relief options than just constantly eating. 

Unfortunately, Tommy found there wasn’t nearly as much information or data on male carrier pregnancies, meaning Tommy’s research binge ultimately left a few things to be desired. It made him miss Evan. Evan, who would somehow miraculously be able to find all the info Tommy wanted but couldn’t find himself and probably more, Evan who loved a great research binge, Evan who wouldn’t have hesitated to do such a thing for Tommy right up until the very moment Tommy broke them.

Tommy cried over Evan again for a while, before trying to give the research another crack.

Tommy lost track of time, and next thing he knew Lucy was letting herself into the house. “How’d it go? How ya feeling?” Lucy asked as she set down her bag and slid her sweater off.

“My head’s a mess, Luce.” Tommy sighed heavily as he closed his laptop. “They said I’m eight weeks along already. Everything looks and sounds normal.”

“Any idea what you want to do yet?” Lucy wondered as she sat next to Tommy at the table.

Tommy swallowed thickly. “I mean I- I absolutely am pro-choice, the only person who should get to have a decision about getting an abortion should be the person who’s pregnant. But I- I don’t know if I could go through with it.”

“As someone who has made that decision, I get what you mean. It’s not for everyone.” Lucy reassured Tommy.

“I just- I mean I always wanted a family of my own someday. This isn’t at all how I thought it’d happen, but I do know I want a kid or kids.” Tommy explained. “And I don’t want to get my hopes up yet, because there’s still a high chance of something going wrong- but assuming the ba-” Tommy stopped himself. “Assuming everything goes well, I mean, what are the chances of that happening given the circumstances? I may not be religious and I may be a skeptic, but even I have to admit I think it’s gotta be some kind of sign.”

Lucy nodded in understanding.

“I still can barely believe this is even happening, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I- I think I want to keep the baby.” Tommy admitted, finally having built up the courage to call it was it was. A baby. His baby. Evan’s baby. The baby that was currently the size of a raspberry, growing inside him.

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Here's some more of my bucktommy mpreg fic with pregnant Tommy

At first after the break-up Tommy did his best to keep himself together. Go to work, act fine, do his job, don’t think about Evan, don’t bring the mood down by being miserable, wait until he’s alone to break down. And for a while it works, mostly. Those closest to him have been worried since the beginning, but they imagined they’d be less worried over time, not more worried.

A month after the breakup, Lucy’s genuinely concerned and also honestly, kinda over Tommy’s mood. They were supposed to be working-out together this morning then getting brunch and he texted her at the last minute.

Tommy : Can’t get out of bed. Sorry

And maybe Tommy deserved compassion, and understanding. But Tommy was able to act fine three days post breakup. Four weeks later and now he can’t get out of bed? Lucy got in her truck and drove to Tommy’s house, hellbent and determined to set him straight.

Lucy, Sal, the people that Lucy and Tommy liked at the 217, and most of the folks at the 118 all believed the breakup didn’t have to be the end of Tommy and Buck’s relationship. That it was still fixable. But Tommy couldn’t turn off his self-sabotaging tendencies long enough to admit they had a chance, and according to Diaz, Buckley was heartbroken and moping and seemingly didn’t have the guts to try and fix things for fear of further rejection.

Lucy had a key to Tommy’s place in case of an emergency, and when she got there she let herself in. “Tommy!” She called out as she entered the house. “It’s me! You’re back sliding man! This is ridiculous!”

Rather than any kind of actual response, Lucy heard the sound of Tommy throwing up.

And she wasn’t fucking heartless, despite what some people liked to think. Lucy went into the bathroom attached to Tommy’s bedroom and found him sitting on the floor hugging the porcelain throne. He looked awful and Lucy understood now why Tommy said he couldn’t get out of bed. She got a glass of water and offered it to Tommy.

Tommy took the water and first rinsed his mouth and spit, then drank a good bit of it. “Sorry to cancel on you Luce,” He started.

“Appreciate it, but not necessary. You weren’t kidding. You look like shit.”

“Thanks.” Tommy said sarcastically.

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UPDATE

First chapter is now on ao3

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.