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We here at bucktommysource are excited to announce the bucktommy hiatus event!

Starting from June 1st we will be hosting an event to show our appreciation and love for this ship. There will be 8 prompts that will run across 8 weeks - one prompt a week, every week, beginning on the 1st of June.

We want this event to be enjoyable and accessible to everybody no matter what kind of content you make, so we've decided to do 2 sets of prompts: one with a more specific aim, and one with a more loose, freeform approach to content creation. You can pick a prompt from either list or mix and match prompts to your hearts content! You can also participate in as many or as few of the prompts as you like and, of course, you can create multiple gifs/edits/graphics/fics for the same prompt - the main goal for this event is to have fun, show our appreciation, and keep up enthusiasm throughout the hiatus!

You can tag your content with #bucktommysource and/or #bucktommyhiatusevent if you'd like us to see them! We've also set up a hiatus event collection on AO3 to make it easier to have all the fics from this event in one place!

Have fun, and happy creating!

Prompt list one:

week 1 (june 1 - june 8): favourite moment/scene(s)

week 2 (june 9 - june 15): quote(s)

week 3 (june 16 - june 22): trope(s)

week 4 (june 23 - june 29): favourite tactile moment(s)

week 5 (june 30 - july 6): parallel(s)

week 6 (july 7 - july 13): favourite outfit/style(s)

week 7 (july 14 - july 20): location(s)

week 8 (july 21 - july 27): free choice! feel free to make anything you like!

Prompt list two:

week 1 (june 1 - june 8): home

week 2 (june 9 - june 15): baking

week 3 (june 16 - june 22): heart

week 4 (june 23 - june 29): au

week 5 (june 30 - july 6): string

week 6 (july 7 - july 13): firsts

week 7 (july 14 - july 20): champagne

week 8 (july 21 - july 27): free choice! feel free to make anything you like!

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False queerbait allegations need to be punished.

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ivory limbed and brown-eyed

Buck wakes with the sun streaking across his face and a finger tracing the lines around his eyes, feather light touch and a shadow across his brow like Tommy's tilted his head just to make sure he doesn't take a direct hit from the early morning rays.

"Time'sit?" He mumbles, and rolls into the warmth of Tommy's body heat. It's been raining for like three days straight, torrential downpours and extra long shifts, and they'd fallen asleep with water still pounding on the roof, too tired for more than a lazy sloppy kiss before they both passed out. He has no idea when it stopped. No idea when the clouds broke.

"Early," Tommy says, and Buck hums into his neck, considers sucking a bruise behind his ear. They don't have a shift for four days. Tommy would probably let him.

He's been indulgent, in the months since they cracked open their ribcages and had a conversation.

And then another conversation.

And then ten or twenty more.

"Where's my breakfast?" he asks, just to be a brat, because this is maybe the first time since they were fucking morning noon and night that he's woken up to Tommy still in bed with him. This is new, though. The sweep of work-roughened fingers, fat and long, shifting through his hair, catching in the barrel of a knotted curl. The stretch of a hefty leg, curled over his good knee. The ticklish twitch he's trying so hard to hide as Buck mouths at his collarbone.

He loves this man.

Tommy swats at his ass in retaliation. "I ordered bagels like forty minutes ago but someone just picked them up."

Buck pouts into the stretch of skin between his shoulder and neck. Shifts a shoulder to allow for the sweep of Tommy's hand as it starts to meander up and down his back. "Breakfast's always better when you make it."

"Too late to cancel now," he murmurs, like he wants to keep this quiet little bubble a little bit longer.

Last night had been rough, he knows. Two DOA's in a single night, nothing he could do about it, both of them long gone before he could risk life and limb flying through the rain. One of them was a kid.

Some days leaving it at the door is harder than others.

He'd been expecting the usual, when Tommy was working through something. Up at dawn to get a run in, back before the birds started looking for their worms to rifle through the fridge for breakfast. Buck had cried for a solid twenty minutes the first time Tommy confessed he'd started making breakfast for his mom the mornings after blowout fights with his dad. That breakfast was a love note he hadn't been able to write for a long time. He'd been thirteen.

So Buck never complains when the bed is cold on Tommy's side. Not now that he has his own side of the bed.

But Tommy's here, this morning, blinking at him in the soft yellow light shifting through the plantation blinds they forgot to close last night. Tommy's here, pressing the pads of two fingers to the sweep of the cheekbone below his birthmark. Tommy's here drinking in the sight of Buck like it's healing some deep hurt inside him he thought would never scab over.

Buck feels a little overwhelmed by it.

They're still navigating when they need to talk about things. When the words aren't actually necessary. They'd done a debrief, of sorts, last night. He can still taste the salt of the tears that had slid over Tommy's cheekbones as they whispered in the dark, and Buck had kissed them away. "You think we can get our driver to toss the bagels through the window? Maybe we just tell them where the spare key is and they can throw it at the bed."

The snort that shakes Tommy's chest makes Buck feel like he's won a marathon. Tommy tips his chin, glances over his shoulder, shifts his weight to grab his phone off the nightstand - ruffles Buck's hair at the plaintive whine Buck let's loose at losing chest to chest contact. "I doubt Melinda would be comfortable with that, but I left her a fat tip and begged her not to ring the doorbell when she left it at the door."

Because of course he'd want Buck to have as much sleep as he could get. Because he thinks about that kind of thing on such a regular basis it sometimes takes Buck's breath away.

Buck pulls him back before he can get more than a glance at his phone. Tugs Tommy to his chest, works his fingers into his thick mane and tucks his chin long enough to press his lips to the crown of Tommy's head. Tommy's sigh is deep, reverberating, hot breath shifting through the hair Buck decided to let grow back for no particular reason at all that definitely didn't have to do with Tommy admiring Henry Cavill's insane pecs in whatever the last movie they'd watched with him in it was. "I'll make you breakfast tomorrow." Tommy sighs when Buck digs into his scalp. Groans at the pressure when Buck curls his fingers in.

"Let's see how good these bagels are. Maybe they'll be so good Melinda will put you out of a job."

He's fully expecting the fingers that dig into his ribs, but he still squirms from them when Tommy grumbles and nips at his shoulder.

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hi i was scrolling through bucktommy fic tag and read 'bucktommy amnesia fic' so now im ready I AM SAT AND ALREADY SOBBING

Hi, @fabines, yeah massive tissue box warning on that one! I regularly make myself cry while writing it.

Thanks for reading and reaching out.

bucktommy amnesia fic is on Ao3 as I Was Just in Peru if anyone wants to check it out. It's up to Chapter Fourteen.

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buck: *tries to be there for his family* eddie: yOu'Re NOt ThE onLy oNe wHo LOsT bObbY

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girl there's not going to be a feelings realization because Eddie is perfectly aware of how he feels about Buck

the feeling is contempt

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It actually hurts my heart that bobs are happier over the absence of Tommy, a canon gay man, than the miniscule possibility that their ship could go canon.

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If it so pleases you, might I request either 21 or 48 for the kiss meme prompts so bt can help each other heal in these trying times? ��️

48. A kiss... out of habit.

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If their shift schedules match up, Buck knows he can expect at least three kisses before breakfast, before he’s even had a sip of coffee. He specifies at least, because if it’s a lazy morning and they have nowhere to be? He and Tommy tend to frot molasses slow, twisted in the sheets, until they’re both coming with bitten off groans. That requires far more than just three kisses.

It’s not one of those lazy mornings. They’ve got plans to hit the farmer’s market before it gets busy, and for that they need to be out of the door by 8:30 at the absolute latest. The alarm is set to go off at 7:00 on the dot, but Tommy usually wakes up before it. Sure enough, Buck blinks awake at the sound of a shifting body and not the wail of the alarm.

“Mhnguh?” Buck mumbles sleepily.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” The mattress dips as Tommy leans in close, and presses a tender kiss to Buck’s birthmark, “It’s before the alarm.”

“Mmhmm,” Buck hums back in response, pursing his lips into the empty air in an approximate kiss back.

Tommy huffs, pats his shoulder, and rolls out of bed. Buck flops over onto the warm spot Tommy left behind and dozes until his phone starts chirping at him between one inhale and the next. He gets out of bed with a grunt, runs a hand through his hair, and wanders to the kitchen. He grins when he sees Tommy, bent over and rummaging through the fridge, perky ass on display.

“Morning,” Buck says, walking over to the counter and smacking Tommy’s ass as he goes. It’s not a hard spank, but its open palm and swift enough to sting, just like Tommy likes.  

Tommy’s breath hitches, and he straightens up with a knowing look in his eye. He’s got the carton of eggs in hand, and he shuts the fridge.

“We don’t have time for you to be doing that this morning, Evan,” Tommy chides, but his cheeks are a little pink. His bed head is a messy riot of curls, and Buck knows his isn’t much better.

“I know,” Buck says with an unrepentant grin, turning his face knowingly in Tommy’s direction.

Like clockwork, Tommy leans in and kisses Buck properly on the mouth, morning breath be damned. Short and sweet, with the rasp of both of their stubble to go with it. Behind them, their coffee maker beeps.

“I gotcha,” Buck says, pulling to mugs out of the cabinet, “Scrambled today?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Tommy says, as he starts cracking eggs into a bowl.

They work in  companionable silence, Tommy mixing the eggs with a fork, and Buck doctoring up their coffee. Outside, Buck can hear the sound of their neighbor’s leaf blower.

“Here,” Buck says, stepping close and putting the mug near where Tommy’s now pre-heating the frying pan.

“Thanks,” Tommy says. He smiles that smile Buck loves, his face scrunching up.

Buck tips his chin up in anticipation, and Tommy rewards him with a quick peck on the mouth. While Tommy scrambles, Buck picks up his own mug, and sips at his coffee.

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He had found the perfect parking spot 🥺

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below the cut are various icons of Tommy Kinard as seen from 08x06