#118dailydrabble

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@118dailydrabble for day 76 prompt swap jinx ❤︎ rated: g ❤︎ pair: pre-buck/eddie

“Where did you get those bruises?” Eddie asked.

Buck groaned. “I’m jinxed or something. Missed a step on the stairs last night. Hit my head. All I wanted was a glass of water, and the universe yeeted me instead.”

“Are you serious? You could have a concussion.” Eddie stepped closer, taking Buck’s chin and tilting it to inspect the swelling near his brow, eyes full of concern. “You’re not jinxed, sweetheart. You just need to be more careful.”

They both froze.

Sweetheart.

Buck's heart raced, a flush quickly working up his neck. “Yeah. I-I will,” he said.

...Most likely a slip-up. Eddie had probably been thinking about Chris.

“Good,” Eddie said, still not letting go of Buck’s chin.

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Flight

@118dailydrabble, day 59

“Actually,” Tommy interrupts, “I know I'm expected to make a full recovery, but I'm, uh. Thinking of becoming a flight instructor.”

Buck blinks. “O…kay? Um, why?”

Tommy visibly steels himself. “Because it's hard to raise kids with two first responder schedules.” Buck stops breathing. “I don't know if you want children–”

“I do.”

“Then, there's no rush, but maybe I go ahead and switch jobs now.”

“Tommy… you love being a firefighter.”

“No, you love being a firefighter. I love being a pilot. I love teaching.” He takes Buck’s hand. “I love you.”

Buck giggles hysterically. “When you said you're not running, you meant it, huh?”

“I really did.”

“Good,” Buck says, beaming. “Hey, will you marry me?”

[screamlet]

118 daily drabble (day 71; blindside)

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As a general rule, Tommy doesn't like to be blindsided, especially not when he's climbing out of a chopper.

"Okay, don't get mad," Evan calls out, a 40lb black dog in his arms. "His name's Ranger. He has three legs but he can walk, he just likes being held like a baby."

Tommy raises his eyebrows as Evan approaches.

"He wouldn't leave me at this call! He's like an outdoor cat. Everyone feeds him but does anyone love him?"

Tommy looks at Ranger, then Evan. "Do I need to stop at—"

Evan sighs happily. "Already got everything. Kiss your dog-son."

Tommy kisses Evan's birthmark. "No." 

Ranger licks his face anyway; the three of them were meant to be.

[fake-mouthstatic]

monologue

@118dailydrabble, day 18. bucktommy, rated G.

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"Look what I've got!" Chim says, slapping the latest LAFD charity calendar down on the table. "Quite literally hot off the press."

Buck leaps up, snatching it and flicking through until he finds the page he's looking for.

"Hey!" Hen says, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, it's just…" He trails off when he reaches June, his mouth going dry at the expanse of tanned, glistening and familiar skin before him. "Oh my god."

"Oh damn, okay Tommy," Chim whistles, leaning over him.

"He's so freaking hot," Buck says, eyes wide. "I can't believe I get to have sex with him every night. Multiple times."

Eddie grimaces.

"Yeah, you know your inner monologue is supposed to stay inside your head?"

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day 51 of the @118dailydrabble word: floor | pairing: buddie | rating: g

"Lie down," Buck instructs, "on the floor."

Eddie laughs. "The floor? What— why?"

"Just—" Buck flaps a hand, "— do it. You'll see."

And, it's Buck, so— Eddie lies down. Stretches out across Christopher's rug. "What now?"

"Close your eyes," Buck requests, so Eddie does.

The overhead light switches off, and a moment later Eddie feels the warmth as Buck splays out beside him.

"Okay, open."

Eddie blinks, and— oh. Stars, glow-in-the-dark ones, covering the ceiling. Stars, here in LA, because Christopher liked that he could see them in Texas.

"Buck," Eddie exhales.

"Think he'll like them?" Buck asks.

"He'll love them," Eddie says, laughs, "I love them."

His fingers find Buck's; they tangle and squeeze.

I love you.

[loulou-land]

Day 41 of @118dailydrabble - “Hostage”

Pairing: bucktommy | Mature (suggestive I think 😅) |

Buck was sprawled across Tommy’s chest grinning wickedly. “I’m keeping you hostage,” he declared, lacing their fingers together. “Two days. No interruptions. I’ve missed you, and I have needs.”

Tommy chuckled, the sound rumbling through Buck’s ear. “Is that so?”

Before Buck could answer, Tommy’s phone buzzed, Eddie’s name flashing on the screen. Buck poked Tommy’s ribs. “Uh-uh, nope. Hostage, remember? No calls from best friends trying to steal you away.”

Tommy laughed, pulling Buck closer and pressing a kiss to his curls. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe, but I'm your ridiculous.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tommy murmured.

Smiling, Buck started kissing down his chest, more determined than ever to keep his man exactly where he was.

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@118dailydrabble prompts -> imposter ↳ bucktommy + donovan rocker (swat)

Buck shuffles into Tommy’s house after a long shift. He honestly has no idea how he made it home without falling asleep behind the wheel.

He hears commotion in the kitchen and drags himself in that direction to say a quick hello to Tommy — because he's tired, not rude — before his plan to crash on the couch.

Eyes bleary with tiredness, he wraps his arm around the figure at the stove and pulls him into a kiss.

Buck pulls away, eyes wide. Tommy doesn't kiss like that, all intense off the bat—

Wait.

“Donny, I found the reci— Evan?”

If that was Tommy, who was the imposter?

“Oh, the Evan? Mm, he does have luscious lips, bro.”

What?

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For @118dailydrabble, word 85: Resent

Buck looks good. It burns to look at him.

Between the chopper and the truck, they talk for the first time in weeks.

"It's okay if you resent me," Tommy says. I deserve it.

Buck shakes his head. "I don't. Maybe I did at first. But I had time to think. And now I feel sad for you. Because this has never been about me. It's about your insecurities. You listened to them instead of to me. And if you're not ready to admit that to yourself, it's no use screaming."

With that, Buck leaves.

Tommy freezes, staring after him.

Somehow, this hurts more than what he expected to happen.

It feels like a slap in the face.

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Prompt #58: Sink

@118dailydrabble | Rating T | BuckTommy, Maddie POV

There's a sudden hiss of pain, followed by a curse from Buck. Something clatters loudly into the kitchen sink, startling the sleeping baby in Maddie's arms.

For a moment, she's busy soothing him and when she looks up, Tommy is at Buck's side. She watches as Tommy gently takes Buck’s injured hand, turns it this way and that, being quick but thorough in his examination, reminding Maddie that he, too, is a medically-trained first responder.

And it’s not just the unexpected tenderness that makes her smile fondly, it’s not just Tommy focusing his whole attention on Buck. It’s the way her brother holds still in a very uncharacteristic bout of patience and lets Tommy take care of him.

[hyperfocusthusly]

118 daily drabble - word #63 ‘suspicion’

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“No Tommy, absolutely not.”

Buck picks up the glossy pamphlet besmirching his otherwise clean counter and eyes it suspiciously. A laugh rings through the room as Tommy appears in the doorway.

“Really? Just think about the fresh sea air, the wind-”

“-and the rain, and the capsizing. You know what happened to Athena and Bobby! Besides, if you’re on the cruise who will fly in and save us?”

“Hmmm, you have a point.” Tommy pretends to consider it. “I think Lucy could probably manage.”

Buck laughs this time, he rolls the pamphlet and playfully smacks Tommy’s bicep.

“We are not going on a cruise for our honeymoon.”

Tommy smiles at him, bright and crinkly.

“Whatever you say dear.”

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@118dailydrabble for day 58 prompt sink ❤︎ rated: g ❤︎ pair: buck/tommy

Buck had already sunk down a rabbit hole of dirty daydreams featuring Tommy. But now? Domestic daydreams. Raging like wildfires.

He couldn’t stop picturing a future where Tommy chose him. Endgame. Proposed. Like…

He would be in the middle of a conversation, and his phone would buzz. He’d glance at it, beam, and then say, “Excuse me, I’ve gotta take this. It’s my husband.”

Or someone would hit on him during a call and he would laugh. Lift his hand and flash his wedding ring. “Sorry,” he would say, “I’m married.”

I belong to someone.

It was embarrassing—like he was scribbling Mr. Evan Kinard in his diary, but at least it was safe in the privacy of his head.

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Search

@118dailydrabble, day 82

Seven months. Longer than they'd dated. Longer than Buck thought people could stay lost.

“Buck, maybe you should sit down,” Bobby suggests as Buck wears a hole in front of the station TV, tuned to 24-hour MISSING PLANE FOUND coverage.

Buck keeps pacing. Seven months. All those failed search missions and now, any minute now, someone's going to hand Tommy a phone and—

Buck's phone vibrates. He answers, heart in his throat, “Hello?”

There's a pause, then a shuddering gasp. “Evan.”

“Tommy. Are-are you hurt, or….”

“I'm in love with you,” Tommy says, voice thick with tears.

“Oh,” Buck says, brain fizzing. “Good. So I'm going to kiss you at the airport.”

“Oh,” Tommy breathes. “That'd be great.”

[screamlet]

118 daily drabble (day 15; defend)

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notes: bucktommy; bobby pov; catching up with the old 118

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It's been about 15 years; Bobby's glad Tommy can finally laugh about it. 

Tommy has one arm firmly around Buck and one finger pointing at Sal. "I'm from LA. When the hell would I have seen a live chicken?" 

"You think that's helping your case," Sal replies. 

"Evan, I was defenseless. It was just me and this chicken, and Maurice had a knife."

"This was your dance." Sal wiggles in the booth. 

Buck leans into Tommy, whispering something that has him turn fire engine red.

"Bobby, don't listen." Buck doesn't miss a beat: "Was that the last time he ran from a cock?"

"I love him," Sal says, as Tommy laughs and gets apologetic kisses on the cheek. 

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smoke

@118dailydrabble, day 95. bucktommy, rated G.

🔥

Tommy lands easily on the hospital's helipad, powering down while his team unloads the patient into the waiting doctors' care.

His phone buzzes as he waits for the all clear, and he unlocks it to see a photo from Evan.

this you? :)

Tommy grins.

For once it actually is a picture of his helicopter, yellow against the electric blue of the day's sky, a thick grey pillar of smoke in the background that Tommy remembers flying past.

Yeah, he replies, still smiling. You at that fire?

yup, you flew right over me. ten months and I finally got you. :D

Tommy laughs, feeling incredibly fond of his dork of a boyfriend.

You've got me forever, you know that

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day 33 of the @118dailydrabble word: faith | pairing: buddie + the 118 | rating: t

"He can't fit that many," Chimney says, eyeing the bag of jumbo marshmallows, then Buck. "He's got a big mouth, but it's more for—" He mimes blabbing with his hand.

"Hey," Buck pouts.

Chimney grins back, faux-sweet.

"What's your final guess?" Hen asks.

"Six— no, five," Chimney declares.

"Ye of little faith," Buck clucks.

"Eddie," Hen says, "your bet?"

Eddie purses his lips. "I shouldn't participate."

"Oh yeah? You know something we don't, Diaz?" Chimney challenges.

Eddie catches Buck's eye, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Something like that," he responds coyly, watching Buck turn a lovely shade of pink.

It takes a second to click. Then, "Oh, come on, I don't need to know that about Buck!"

[loulou-land]

Day 52 of @118dailydrabble - “Prologue”

I have once again fallen behind on these 🫠 whoops.

Rating: Gen | bucktommy | could be read as a continuation to Day 32

They sit in Tommy’s kitchen, the hum of the fridge the only sound between them. Their gazes meet and dart, each too afraid to shatter the fragile silence.

Finally, Buck exhales, his voice breaking the tension. “Why?”

Tommy sighs, leaning back in his chair. “That’s a very broad question.”

Buck throws him a chastising look. “Why didn’t you think you could be my last?”

Tommy looks down at his hands. “Because that’s not how my story usually goes. I’m always the prologue—easily skippable, the guy before they meet Prince Charming.” He shrugs, as though he's fine with that.

And, Buck's heart breaks all over again. “Tommy, you are my Prince Charming. I…I want my epilogue with you.”

“Evan…”