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Okay so I might not be able to commit to 171 sentences 😂 But I will for sure give you a good chunk 💖💖💖

He hesitates, trying to figure out how much Howie knows. He never technically came out to Howie, or anyone else at the 118. He'd relied on the LA first responder grapevine, the same one that had let him know that Bobby and Athena had gotten hitched; that Chim was engaged and had a kid. He settles on a vague-ish response and presses send. Not exactly what I was asking... He waits, and wonders if it takes longer for text messages to travel overseas. He doesn't know much about the science behind it, and he's never had much reason to look into it before, but maybe Evan would know. It seems like something he'd be interested in. If it doesn't take longer for text messages to travel overseas, though, Howie is being frustratingly slow. Probably for a good reason, but it's annoying nonetheless. He swipes out of his messages app and opens Instagram. He barely uses it, and only even has an account because an ex had convinced him to download it, but now he finds himself typing 'Evan Buckley' into the search bar and tapping on Evan's profile. It's only been a few hours, but already he'd started to wonder if he was exaggerating Evan's attractiveness in his mind. But looking at Evan's profile, at the endless supply of thirst traps and selfies he's posted, it's quickly apparent that Tommy hasn't misremembered a damn thing. Evan is exactly his type. His finger hovers over the 'follow' button. It wouldn't be weird to follow Evan, would it? They've already exchanged numbers, after all. Before he can tap the button, though, his phone buzzes again. A response from Howie. Not a particularly helpful response, though. It just says, ohhhh. He watches the three little dots appear and bounce around while Howie is apparently typing more, and he tries not to think about how much he cares about the answer. Finally, another message appears. Sorry man, but he is famously into women. Okay. That's okay. He won't deny the disappointment he feels settling deep in his stomach. He really had thought Evan was flirting with him. And usually his gaydar is pretty accurate. But he's not infallible. Part of him wants to argue that Evan could be into women and men. Maybe Chim just doesn't know about it. But the word 'famously' gives him pause. There's more to the story that Tommy doesn't know, so if Howie thinks Evan is straight, who is Tommy to disagree. He allows himself to feel the disappointment for a moment, to ride it out. But he isn't going to dwell on it. It's not the first time Tommy's been attracted to a straight guy, and it probably won't be the last. He knows how this goes by now. Maybe they'll drum up a decent friendship, and Tommy will have someone to watch Fight Club with when they're back in LA. Or maybe they'll drift apart, and five years from now they won't even remember each other's names. And even if it seems to hurt a little more this time, if he can't seem to get Evan's face out of his mind, it's probably just because they've spent so long together already. Because he'd sat there for five hours refusing to move for fear of waking Evan, of losing the warm pressure of his head against Tommy's shoulder, and he'd imagined what it might be like to wake up like that every morning. So it might take him a little longer to move on than usual. But he'll figure it out. He allows himself one last look at Evan's instagram before he tries to get some sleep. A goodbye of sorts. At the top of Evan's profile he sees a notification that's just popped up. Buckaroo_Buckley_ wants to follow you. He has no choice but to follow back.

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We don’t talk about this look of yearning enough.

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still so funny tommy gave buck three different avenues for reaching out after the tour (getting that beer, offering flying lessons, "let me know if you ever wanna go up") and bucks solution was to not do any of those and instead pick the most convoluted plan of trying to telepathically get eddie to invite him along to where tommy would be. sir it did not have to be exhausting you did that to yourself

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something about vampire!Tommy being so hyper protective of slayer!Buck that the first time Buck gets injured in front of him (thrown into a mausoleum, doesn't immediately get back up, covered in blood from a cut on his head) Tommy goes absolutely fucking insane

and then Buck steps back into his way to stop his rampage, and he doesn't care that Tommy's eyes are fully black like a shark, doesn't care that Tommy's baring his fangs and covered in blood. He just stands there and says, "Tommy," and Tommy folds down until his face is pressed against Buck's neck, fangs skimming the skin, and Buck has killed vampires for less than this, but...it's Tommy.

Buck tilts his head back.

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i can see the sun

nobody asked for a mini where BuckTommy meet in 2x18, but my brain wrote it anyway? enjoy!

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Tommy never mentions the first time they met, mostly because he doesn’t think Evan remembers it, and honestly he wouldn’t blame him. That night was—as Evan still defines it today—the worst night of his life, and the last thing Tommy ever wants to do is bring those painful memories back to the surface. Still, in the time since they’ve gotten together, he can’t help dwelling on it from time to time, thinking about the strength he’d seen in Evan that night, the determination. 

“Howie!” 

Chimney spins on his feet, looking around him until his eyes fall on Tommy’s muscular build, the waves of his light brown hair. 

“Tommy? What are you doing down here? It’s not safe-..” 

“I was down the street,” he explains. “Thought I could help.” 

Chimney turns, looks back at Hen and then Bobby, holding his hands out like he’s not entirely sure what the answer should be. 

“We’re gonna need the help to get it off of him,” Bobby states. He looks past his subordinates briefly and then back at them. “Chim, there’s a girl down there with her hand bleeding from twisted metal,” he states, pointing. “Hen?” 

She passes off the bag of IV fluids to Bobby that they’ve hooked up to Buck and Tommy looks around again before glancing down at the man on the ground, shaking his head. 

“What the hell,” he mutters to himself. He shifts backwards and drops down, getting in front of the blonde with curly hair, blood all over his face. “Hey, kid.” 

Buck lifts his head off the ground, groaning in pain as he looks up at him. Tommy reaches out and grabs his hand, squeezing tightly. 

“You gotta fight,” he tells him, running his thumb over Evan’s fingers. They’re cold, and he can see the paleness in his face. Buck groans again. 

“Let’s lift this,” Bobby states, glancing down at them. Tommy looks up at him and nods. 

“Alright, kid, you can do this,” he tells him. They both hear the count off, and then the attempted lift and Evan screams like bloody murder, trying to pull his leg free from where it’s pinned beneath the truck, but barely gains any traction before it’s down again. Tommy glances up at Bobby and shakes his head. “You gotta lift higher. 

“I-…I…” Buck’s voice is choked, pained cries falling out of him faster than he can do anything to stop them. Tommy reaches out and curls a finger under his chin, making him look up. 

“Hey kid, you gotta focus,” he states firmly. 

“M-ma-addie,” he stammers. 

Tommy shakes his head again. “Whatever you have to tell Maddie can wait.” Tommy looks around them again, sees everyone trying to problem-solve the situation. He glances back down at the kid in front of him. “What’s your name?” 

His head bobs up and down weakly and Tommy squeezes his fingers again. 

“E-Evan,” he stammers. Tommy nods. 

“We’re going to get you out of here, Evan,” Tommy tells him. “Just hold on.” 

“One more time guys, ready,” Bobby states. They lift again, and again Evan screams, trying to move and again gaining no traction. Tommy looks up at Bobby again, shaking his head once more. 

“It’s too heavy,” Bobby states, talking to people around them. Evan is gasping for air in front of Tommy, silent sobs coming out of him with the struggle for air. “We need more people.” 

Suddenly there’s a crowd of people lining around them, and Tommy looks back at Evan, brushing a calming hand down his hair. 

“Hang on Evan,” he states firmly. “They’ve got you.” 

“One, two, three!” 

He watches as they lift the truck, higher than they’ve been able to, high enough that he can see the clearance between Evan’s leg and the truck, and he tugs him forward until he’s free of it and the crowd is settling the truck back on the ground. Evan’s team crowds around him and Tommy steps back, moving out of the way. Bobby rests a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at him. 

“Thanks for your help,” he tells him before stepping past him, joining the rest of the 118 as they gather around Evan and move him onto a stretcher. He doesn’t voice it out loud, but holds the notion in the back of his head that in another life, he would’ve been the one pinned under the truck. 

. . . 

“Where’s your head at,” Evan murmurs, late one night as Tommy sets his book on the nightstand. He’s been doing that thing where he read the same page three times over and still didn’t digest any of the information. Tommy looks over at him and gives him a soft smile, lifting his hand to brush along one of the barely-there scars on his chin. 

“Just thinking about you,” he admits. Evan gives him an awkward smile, reaching up and pulling his hand away. 

“Should I be concerned,” Evan asks, adjusting the blankets on his lap. “You seem…distracted.” 

Tommy shakes his head dismissively. “No, no.” 

“Then what’s up,” Evan asks, curious. “Where’s your head at.” 

Tommy looks over at him, contemplatively. He narrows his gaze at Evan briefly before licking his lips. “Do you…remember? The first time we met?” 

Evan squints at him with a curious smirk. “Harbor hangar. Stealing helicopters to fly into a hurricane and break at least a dozen different laws.” He drawls on like it’s basic information. 

Tommy chuckles softly. “Sure.” He nods, biting his bottom lip briefly. “Except, no.” 

Evan still has that gaze on his face, like he’s not entirely sure where Tommy is going with this. “Okay?” 

Tommy takes a breath, lifting his hand to Evan’s chin again, looking at the scar once more. 

“I don’t mention it because I don’t ever want to put you in a painful memory,” he states, thumbing the scar. “But I was there for this.” 

Evan doesn’t need to see his face to know what Tommy is talking about. He stares at the older man for a time, clearly searching his memory, only to come up with nothing. 

“I don’t…?” 

Tommy nods. “You were already pinned under the truck, and I got on the ground with you so that Hen and Howie could help with the truck.” 

Evan’s gaze shifts around at Tommy’s words, still searching his memory. After a moment, he looks up at him. “I always thought I made up someone rubbing my head. I mean, Hen would hold my hand, but-..” 

“You didn’t,” Tommy tells him. He’s quiet for a moment, his expression somber. “I could tell you were getting close to giving up. You wanted to say something to Maddie, and I told you no.” 

Evan nods, having the vaguest recollection of that. He looks back up at Tommy. “But then you just vanished into the ether.” 

Tommy shrugs. “I sent flowers. And besides, you had a girlfriend.” 

Evan narrows his gaze at him again, but this time there’s mirth in his expression as he pushes himself up and slots a leg over Tommy’s hips, straddling him. 

“You mean to tell me I could’ve had you five years ago,” he states, moving his hands down to the hem of Tommy’s shirt, sliding his fingers beneath it. Tommy jolts at the iciness of his fingers. He smirks at Evan as he reaches for his hands, squeezing them. He leans forward, kissing along his jawline. 

“Wouldn’t have been nearly as fun then,” he replies. “We were both still figuring stuff out.” 

Evan pushes his hands further inside Tommy’s shirt, fighting against his loose grip to press his cold palms flat against his abs. Tommy growls softly, biting on his jaw. Evan settles back on his haunches and tilts his head, reaching out for one of Tommy’s hands. He brushes his fingers gently along the scars on his face, down to his chin, and then over his heart. 

“I love you,” Tommy murmurs, brushing his thumb back and forth on Evan’s chest. Evan leans into him, pulls him into a searing kiss as his hands find their way back under Tommy’s shirt with only one intention in mind. 

“I love you too.” 

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Came for the Bucktommy Australia AU, stayed for the cool ass username! 🇦🇺

Thank you! It's the first username I actually like, even if I kind of came up with it by accident 😂

You get a little bit more than 3 sentences, because I wanted it to make sense.

But maybe Howie's on a shift, or his kid woke him up early, because only a few minutes roll by before Tommy receives a response. I know he can be a lot, but he really is a decent firefighter, and he's pretty cool once you get to know him. Tommy snorts quietly at the response. He'd figured that much out within a few minutes of meeting Evan, before their plane had even left the ground.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Evan “Buck” Buckley & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz & Ana Flores (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Tommy Kinard, Ana Flores (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Evan “Buck” Buckley & Eddie Diaz Friendship, Established Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 07, I Love You, POV Evan “Buck” Buckley Summary:

“His shoulders,” Buck insists, slapping his palms on the table, which wobbles in the great tradition of dive bar hightops like a drunken sailor. “Literally, Eddie. Have you seen Tommy’s shoulders?”

He drains his drink and winces like he’s been doing all night, because Eddie had said Buck had to help him Try New Things for Eddie’s therapy homework, and apparently that meant drinking this instead of beer.

God, it’s like drinking a Christmas tree. Whoever this Tom Collins guy was had really bad taste.

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Written for the “Supportive Boyfriends” day of BuckTommy Positivity Week 2024! Buck and Eddie are bros out on the town post-s7; Tommy drives them home and even offers to get pick up bagels in the morning; three words are said for the first time.

Tagging @bucktommypositivityweek – thanks for putting this together!

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calls his boyfriend "Evan" coz buck buck buck brings back memories

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I actually need more EddieTaylor in my life so 😤😤😤 your Make Me Write game!

I don't know what it is about this pairing that's invaded my brain*, but ever since that EddieTaylor fic got published a couple of months ago I can't see Eddie with anyone else now 😂

No one at the 118 was unnattractive. They were all firefighters, after all. Buck has always been her favourite - or had been, before they'd broken up. She's always been drawn to the golden boys, the ones with puppy dog energy and sunshine smiles. And those were the ones who always seem drawn to her too; the ones who have the patience to put up with her personality, at least for a little while. But there's no denying that Eddie Diaz is a catch. Objectively, he might even be hotter than Buck. His hair is perfeclty imperfect, celebrity dishevelled with dark strands falling down over his forehead, strands that she can just imagine reaching out for, to brush away. She could let her fingers linger, soft against the skin behind his ears, and maybe their eyes would meet and he'd falter for a second before looking away, thinking about his friendship with Buck and how nothing could happen between them...

*Actually I could have a pretty good guess, but that would be a long and rambling essay. Maybe another time.

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Ok, don't cry 😁 🇦🇺 Please, I'd love to read more 🙂

Thanks!!! I'm slowly figuring out the plot for this one - have been getting trapped in research rabbit holes 😂

It isn't until that night, when he's alone in his bunk, far enough away from prying eyes to risk it, that he pulls out his phone and shoots Howie a text. What's the deal with Evan? It's five in the morning in LA, so he isn't really expecting an instant reply.

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Pleeeeeaaaassse

Thanks lovely anon 💖💖! Here's some teacher Buck for you:

He wasn't sure that he'd even make it to the staffroom for recess; forty minutes just goes by too quickly. Instead, he spent the time getting ready for the next session. They were going to be doing rotations for math, all focussed on 'friends of ten', so he put a a tub of dice on one table, a rainbow worksheet on another, egg cartons and pom-poms on a third table, and sensory bins with magnetic numbers on the last one. As he'd anticipated, once he'd set those up and put the instructions and visuals on the whiteboard, he was already halfway through the break time. He could still have made it to the staffroom and back, but it would hardly have been worth it. And there was something else he'd been avoiding all morning. He pulled out his phone and glared at it, as though that was going to make the task any easier, before sighing and opening his messages. He didn't have to text Tommy. He could let the memory of last night gradually fade. Tommy would probably never even think of him again. But avoiding what happened wouldn't just be poor form. It would be disingenuous. If he wanted, he could try to deny the fact that he'd wanted Tommy from the moment they'd met at the bar, even if he hadn't realised it at the time. He could try to supress the memory of Tommy's hands on him, pushing him firmly against the cubicle wall, pressing on his heart as it hammered against his chest. He could pretend that it hadn't occured to him that all he wanted to do was drop to his knees and open his mouth. But what would be the point in that?

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currently working on A Thing and I had to (semi) scrap this sketch, so instead of it being unseen, here it is 😌

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No but buck going off saying “my sister says there are better ways to get someone’s attention” is absolutely hilarious because it kinda implies that he’s not totally sure what better ways exist?? Poor guy still doesn't realize he could just call or text tommy, could ask eddie to tag along to karaoke or basketball, could literally do anything besides shove his friend to the ground out of jealousy…

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Buck and Tommy

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Tell me yall can see the vision 🥹

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Make me write game

Send me an emoji for one of my WIP*s and I’ll write 3 sentences.

🇦🇺 Buck and Tommy fighting Australian bushfires AU (sequel to at first flight)

👨‍🏫 Teacher Buck AU with foster parent Tommy

⛵️Buck introspective/character study about his mental health and his relationship with Tommy

😤Eddietaylor not quite enemies but people with a mutual distaste for each other to ???lovers

*(the ‘in progress’ part is very loose at this point 😂)

(Someone please interact or I’ll cry lol)

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anyway. tommy being 40 now means he was 32 when he left the 118 and "stopped lying about who i am" and that's the same age buck was when he realised he's bisexual and no one's taking this ~ canon fact away from me peace and love 🫶

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Sentimental Sunday

This is a really cute idea. I got tagged by @30somethingautisticteacher to share my favorite line from my first fic and favorite line from my latest one to show growth. I stuck with my bucktommy fics just because of the audience. My first fic on Ao3 was a House MD one and I orphaned my bvddie fics.

Just a Little Something

Evan throws his head back and laughs and damn, Tommy knows he’s already so gone on this guy. He shakes Evan’s hand a little because they haven’t let go of each other yet. He’s so amazed at the change in Evan from their first date to today. There are no nerves, he’s not looking around like he’s afraid he’s going to be caught doing something he’s not supposed to...or being someone he’s not supposed to be.

Brace for Impact

Tommy laughs because if he doesn’t he might cry and no one has time for that right now. “Yeah. Me neither. Brace yourself, Athena. I’ve slowed us down but this is still going to be rough.”

“Yes, sir,” she says a little sardonically and he can’t help another laugh. He doesn’t know much about her yet, but he already really likes her.

He thumbs the intercom, and yells loud and clear, “Brace for impact!”

I really love writing Tommy, maybe because we just don't have enough of him in canon. I also love the idea of getting to see Tommy be competent in his job.

no pressure tags: @desert--moonchild, @aringofsalt, @giallos