#Tevan Drabble

[drfranklangdon]

They get into the car and Buck immediately takes off his tie and tosses it to the back seat. He’s never been much of a suit guy. But it was a funeral, he had to dress up. And make Tommy dress up too. Same as him, Tommy is also not a suit guy. It’s hard to get those beefy arms into a tailored jacket.

Tommy starts the engine and turns to Buck with the most affectionate glint in his eyes. He stares at him for a few moments, just taking in his view. “What?” Buck asks, smirking. “Something on my face?”

Tommy rolls his eyes and starts driving. “You’re cute is all.”

“I am?” His cheeks flush and he ducks his head the way he always does when Tommy compliments him. “Even covered in boils?”

“Of course.” It’s their thing – ‘Of course.’ Before every shift, one texts ‘Be safe’ and the other responds ‘Of course.’ Buck wants to get it tattooed on himself. It’s way too early for permanent commitments, but he can’t shake the idea. “You’re always cute, Baby.”

“This mean you’re going to kiss me now?” He says pursing his lips, even though Tommy’s eyes are on the road.

“Don’t continue this slander, Evan.” He replies, deadpan as ever. The dry charm is so hot, damn. “I did a hell of a lot more than kiss you this morning.” True. Actually, now that Buck is thinking about it – a rim job is just one long, pleasurable kiss.

“On the face, Kinard.” Buck can deal with the itchiness and sore arm. What he can’t handle is going over twenty-four hours without feeling Tommy’s lips on his own. “Don’t you miss kissing my birthmark every other minute?”

Tommy looks over just in time to see Buck pout and shine his best ‘puppy dog’ eyes at him. He laughs and looks back at the road. “Brat.” He knows exactly how to push his boyfriend’s buttons. “I’ll make up all the missed kisses… once you’re better.”

“And not gross?” Yeah okay, so maybe he is a bit of a brat.

“Did I not call you cute five minutes ago?”

Buck crosses his arms over his chest and huffs. “Not cute enough to kiss apparently.”

***

They eventually get stuck in Traffic. Buck switches from his dress shoes to sneakers, not being able to handle another moment of uncomfortable torture. “Better?” How Tommy is driving with his on, Buck has no idea.

“Much.” There’s a bit of comfortable silence between them, just NPR playing too soft to make out in the background. “I-I want to thank you, babe.” Buck admits shyly, patting Tommy’s (thick) thigh. “For doing this. I know you think I’m dumb for believing in all this curse crap.” He bites the inside of his cheek, feeling a bit small. “I appreciate you going along with it anyway… driving me out to fucking Temecula of all places and indulging my – uh – my weirdness.”

Tommy’s lips flatten and he tsks, shaking his head. “First of all, baby. I don’t think you’re dumb. And you shouldn’t think that either.” He quickly looks over to Buck, making sure he’s taking his words in. And with the way he looks at him, how could Buck not? “This curse means something to you, so of course I was going to help.” Buck feels his chest tighten. This man. “Even spoke to Billy for you.”

“Yeah?” His eyes light up. “What did you say?”

“That’s between me and the dead man.” He places his hand on top of Buck’s on his leg. “He knows not to mess with my boy.”

His cheeks flush and he squirms a little in his seat as a burst of heat travels through him. “Yeah, Daddy – you gonna fight a ghost for me?”

“I’ll fight a thousand ghosts for you, Evan.” Something about the way he says it, in his usual stoic tone, but laced with so much admiration – makes Buck honestly believe him. Not that he’ll literally fight a ghost - although with this Billy situation, who’s to say that couldn’t happen? – but that Tommy will fight for him, for them. He will go to bat for him; time and time again showing up whether Buck needs him or not. He’s all in.

Is this what it feels like to find the one? Buck’s not sure. It didn’t feel like this with Abby or Taylor. He loved them – in different ways. But nothing close to this. Buck can’t imagine a life where Tommy isn’t beside him, indulging him in his antics and looking at him like he’s the sun, moon, and all the stars in between. It’s too early to say it, he knows it is. But, fuck, he really is in love. “Tommy –“ He says, his boyfriend quickly glancing from the road to him. “You matter so much to me.”

“You matter to me too, baby.” Tommy smiles, his eyes crinkling beautifully and so kissable. Maybe they can just pull over for a quickie? “Evan, know this. I will happily put on a suit and drive to Temecula whenever you ask. As long you keep being you.”

Sounds a hell of a lot like Tommy wants to say ‘I love you’ too. Just not now. Not while he’s covered in boils and driving. Because the second he says it, he has to know Buck will say it back and then drown him in kisses. The moment will come soon enough.

***

Buck eventually falls asleep against the window. With all the traffic, it takes them an hour longer than it should have to get back to LA. Tommy shakes him a little to wake him up, leaving a line of drool on the glass. He blinks a few times at the setting sun shining in his eyes, not recognizing the building they’re outside of. Tommy comes around the truck to open Buck’s door for him. Such a gentleman. “Where are we?”

He sighs affectionately. “A dermatologist, Evan.”

[aesthetictarlos]

Sometimes Tommy has trouble falling asleep because his thoughts are too loud and he can't silence them.

The first time it happens when Evan stays the night, he tries to act like nothing's bothering him. Except that Evan is right there and can sense how tense and restless he is, so when he asks... Tommy tells him the truth. Evan, kind, sweet Evan, asks how he can help and Tommy doesn't really know because he never had anyone who would want to help but he likes Evan's voice so he asks him to just... talk. Evan does as he's been told and starts telling him random facts, his voice soothing and steady and so calm that Tommy eventually falls asleep.

It becomes a habit. Every time Tommy has trouble falling asleep, Evan holds him and talks to him. It's not always only random facts, sometimes he tells him about his past travels, and sometimes he talks about the latest documentary or tv shows he watched.

The first time Tommy finds himself restless and squirmy in his bed, at 3am, after the break up, he tries to close his eyes and imagine Evan's voice. He still remembers it perfectly, but it's not the same. He plays all the voice messages Evan has sent him, but it doesn't work. He's desperate, he had a tiring shift and he needs to sleep but he can't, they had a rough call and he's feeling scraped raw so he grabs his phone and stares at Evan's name and eventually presses the call button, holding his breath as he waits. When Evan's worried voice comes into his ear, he exhales a shuddered breath and nearly cries, telling him that he's sorry and that he knows he shouldn't be calling but he just needs to hear a random fact or two, because he can't sleep and he needs to and he misses him, his voice, his fingers in his hair.

Evan starts talking, no questions asked, voice soothing and calm as always, and Tommy starts to drift off, lulled by Evan's words.

[kinardsevan]

who am i (to know)?

had this drabble in my head for a hot second. enjoy. post-s8 shenanigans.

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"I owe you an apology."

Tommy looks up from his coffee with wide eyes. Maddie is standing across the kitchen from him, her own fresh cup in her hands. She'd come out from getting baby Bobby down, having fallen asleep in the rocking chair in the nursery while he'd been left in the house with Jee-Yun when the girl had wrangled him into a very convoluted pretend play of princesses and dragons. Evan was outside with Howie, working on a landscaping project that Tommy was supposed to join him on before his attention had been taken over by Jee.

"You really don't," he tells her, glancing out into the other room. Jee had fallen asleep on him—literally—about ten minutes before Maddie had come out, and he'd been so heartened by the fact that he hadn't wanted to move her. Maddie had shifted her over once she came out and offered him coffee.

"I do, though, "she states, stirring a spoon inside her coffee cup to mix the flavored creamer in. Her indulgences with the drink aren't very different from Tommy's, always seeking the sweetness instead of the caffeine.

She takes a deep breath, sips rom her drink before setting it on the counter.

"I wasn't very nice to you during round one of your and Evan's relationship, much less during the…off season," she comments.

Tommy lets out the slightest chuckle, the corner of his mouth pulling up as he acquiesces a nod before taking a sip of his own coffee.

"I'll give you that one," he responds. "But he's your brother. And as I understand it, maybe even more than that, given the situation with your parents," he comments as he sets his own coffee on the counter and leans back against it, wrapping his fingers over the ledge.

Maddie nods. "I recognize that he's an adult, and that end of the day, we're siblings-.."

"But for all intents and purposes, he's still your baby in some contexts," Tommy finishes for her. Maddie nods at the statement.

He's never said much on the subject, but he's always seen the way that Maddie has looked at Evan when they were in group situations. He still remembers the way she had kept watch over him at her own wedding reception—both the impromptu one thrown at the hospital, and the one that Bobby and Athen had held for them weeks later when schedules finally lined up and they were able to do something small at their condo. Maddie had been cordial, at the very least, but she had always kept a watchful eye on him, always waiting for…something. She never commented on whatever it was that she was waiting to see take place, but it seemed obvious once the breakup took place—she was waiting on him to end things.

"The thing is, for as complex as Evan's trauma is, he doesn't know it the same way we do," Maddie states. Tommy inhales sharply, staring down into his coffee mug.

It's not that he's ever expected Evan to not tell other people about the things he's shared about his own life—he knows that keeping secrets isn't healthy, and it directly affected the downfall of their relationship in the first go around. It wasn't at all that Tommy didn't want Evan to know him, either, or that he didn't want to know Evan in deeper ways. But when they had finally taken the time to sit down and really talk about the dark stuff that they'd avoided during the first year, it was more than clear that the trauma they both held wasn't light or easy. He fully understood Evan's urge to cling with a life filled with abandonment, including an entire quarter of his life in which he didn't speak to a single member of his family—and none of them had bothered to reach out to him. Adding to that he fact that he was 29 before he knew about his dead brother, and the fact that his entire life existed because he'd been intended as a savior sibling—so much about the younger man had come into focus for Tommy. He had no problem assuming that the same could also be said for Evan in relation to him.

"I think he's got a bit of a better grasp on it now," Tommy answers, still staring down into his coffee cup. He can't actually be entirely sure that the younger man really does understand the urge to bolt, but in the face of Bobby's death, while he urged to cling and stay close, Tommy needed time alone to process. It wasn't even that he didn't appreciate the comfort of being with Evan—he very much so did—but in the same breadth, he had only ever known a life where processing loss came hand-in-hand with loneliness. He needed the silence to figure out his own thoughts. But it was also that need for separation—short as it may have been—that ultimately led to the fighting that brought them back together.

"I imagine he does," Maddie states softly. She stares at Tommy for a time, and when he looks back up at her, the expression on her face is one he's only ever seen in his direction as a young child. It's the way that his mom used to look at him before she died. A layer of emotions, usually some mixed level of both pride and annoyance, but always covered in love. It makes a wave of something unfamiliar rush through his chest.

Well, maybe not unfamiliar so much as so distantly memorable that it doesn't feel right at first.

"Anyway, my point was…" Maddie trails off after a moment, and Tommy glances over at her again. There's something familiar in their shared gaze, but whether her statement is too loaded to put into words, or she doesn't fully have a grasp on it, she's not sure. He lets out another soft breath of a chuckle and nods.

"You didn't think I was going to change my mind," he states, not questioning. "Come back."

"I wasn't entirely sure," she admits. "I just knew that I recognized something in you, and I didn't like it. It took me a while, when you came back around to really grasp what it was that I was ambivalent about, but when you showed up and helped with saving Howie, a-and stuck around for Evan…" She glances back down at her coffee, touching the cup anxiously while also trying to keep her emotions together. "Well, anyway, I've seen Evan's life be a revolving door, in the kind of way where people come and go. They don't really come back. And I knew he loved you, but I wasn't sure if you loved him. Before then, I mean."

"Figured I was just along for the good times with the hot sibling," Tommy comments, just a hint of his bitchy tone and a smile on his face. Maddie scoffs.

"He is not the hot sibling."

"He kind of is," Tommy answers with a slight tilt of his head, and then they're both laughing, and it feels good. It feels warm and safe, and he has just the slightest pang of anxiety about letting himself really sink into it. No matter how much Evan tells him that there isn't anyone else and he doesn't want someone else, the fear of letting himself believe in another future that he won't actually get is still terrifying.

"The important thing is that you believe that," Maddie states, still laughing a little. As she finishes talking, though, just a smile remains on her face, and Tommy knows she means it.

Tommy glances out toward the back patio as Evan and Howie work on moving a bag of mulch into large pots, and his expression softens.

"He still scares me, if I'm honest," he tells her. "I've put faith into relationships in the past that didn't work out, and that hurt. But falling in love with him, and then telling myself that I couldn't have him…" His eyes get that overly dry feeling as he feels the edge of them brim with moisture. He glances back over at Maddie briefly, and she has that look on her face again, and it makes his heart twist. His gaze falls to her hands wrapped around her coffee mug as he drags his teeth against themselves, bites the side of his cheek. "He feels like a home I haven't known since…and I couldn't let go of him the way I should have. S-so even though he tells me otherwise, I still wake up every day convinced just a little bit that he will actually destroy me."

Maddie sets her cup down and Tommy looks away, suddenly feeling as though he needs to pull himself together in the right way. He forces a breath out and pushes a smile across his face as she walks over to him, wraps her small hands around his bicep, leaning into his side a little. The height difference is a little ridiculous, but he finds he doesn't mind it.

"I think you've figured this out, but Evan loves big, and in grand gestures. He has a penchant for missteps and overcorrection, but he means only the best with all of it. And in the midst of all of that, I have never seen him love the way he loves you, even if it took him a while to piece all of that together."

Tommy glances down at Maddie, his gaze narrowed just slightly.

"You don't think he's going to change his mind one day?" He tries to make it sound like a joke, but the trembling in his voice gives him away, and Maddie squeezes his bicep.

"Believe me when I tell you, Evan doesn't see anyone else," Maddie tells him. "Also, if you tell him that I've told you this, I'll deny it because of how disgusted I was when he said it to begin with. But I have heard him make the statement that if it was humanly possible, he'd have your children." Maddie narrows her eyes at Tommy. "Truth be told, I wouldn't be surprised if he did a deep dive to see if it is possible."

Tommy blushes at her statement, lets out a laugh, and it makes Maddie laugh too. For a solid two minutes, they lean against each other and the counter, laughing until it hurts to keep doing so, at which point the patio doors open and Evan and Howie come walking in, pink and each covered in a sheen of sweat. The center of Evan's tank clings to his chest, and it makes Tommy feral just looking at him.

"Might have to do a google search of my own," he mutters toward Maddie. She slaps his arm and steps away as Evan and Howie both mutter some version of 'what?' Maddie walks over to her husband and wraps an arm around him, pulling him away as Evan approaches Tommy. The pilot watches his boyfriend as Evan drapes an arm over his shoulder, fingers grazing at his hairline as he smirks at him.

"You are so dirty right now," Tommy tells him. "And sweaty."

Evan nods. "We were going to shower. The master bedroom has its own. And besides, you like me all sweaty and worked up." He trails a finger down the center of Tommy's chest, slipping it in past the button the fastened button in the center of Tommy's chest. The pilot glances down at what he's doing, can't fight the smirk pulling on his face. Evan leans into him, tilts up toward his ear. "Shower with me."

"There are children here," Tommy murmurs back to him, glancing toward the hall. He hears the bedroom door shut down the hall, and Evan presses his heated, sweaty cheek into Tommy's. "And I didn't plan for this."

"I did," Evan whispers, turning his head more and biting down into the space below Tommy's ear as he leans closer to him. Tommy gulps. Evan's free hand slides down his torso before his fingers curl into the waist of the pilot's jeans. "I have clothes for you. Shower with me."

Tommy opens his mouth to respond, but Evan's fingers dip lower, and the pilot gasps as the tips of Evan's fingers brush against him.

"Quickie in the shower," he whispers, his throat tight with need. "Quiet like a mouse."

Evan grins against his neck, and he can feel it.

"Sure," he answers gruffly. When he pulls away, the grin is still plastered on his face as he tugs Tommy forward by the hand still in his jeans. "Bag's already in the bathroom."

Yeah. Tommy definitely needs to get on that Google search.

[wikiangela]

"I'm going to ask Tommy to marry me." Buck says out of the blue one random evening, sitting in Eddie's living room, spread out in the armchair, sipping a beer, eyes on the TV, where Eddie and Christopher are playing a video game. His tone is even and firm, not even a hint of hesitation, it's not a huge revelation, or even a decision he's made just now. He's been thinking about it for weeks, maybe months. He doesn't know why he says it now, it just slips out - maybe he just needed to talk to his best friend about it.

"Really?" he hears a hint of surprise in Eddie's voice, but when he looks at his best friend, he's still focused on trying to beat his son at the game. He's smiling, sparing a glance at Buck. "That's great, Buck."

"Yeah?" he breathes out, feeling even more settled now. He wasn't nervous, exactly, but still felt kind of like he did when he came out to Eddie. Like he just wanted his best friend to approve, to support him - and he had no doubt he would.

"Of course," Eddie answers easily. "You guys are perfect together, and you love each other, and if you're sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Tommy, yeah, go for it. I'm happy for you," he adds, finally looking at Buck, a soft, genuine smile on his face. Christopher uses this moment to win the game, and Eddie groans at his triumphant yell. "Aw, not fair, Buck distracted me." Both Buck and Chis laugh, while Eddie pouts for a moment, before a smile breaks through anyway.

"Well, I won." Chris shrugs with a grin. "And I think it'd be so cool if you and Tommy get married," he adds, moving his attention to Buck.

"Yeah?" Buck repeats, his smile even wider now. Having two of his favorite people not only really love his partner - Buck's pretty sure Tommy's the first one to spend so much time with all of them together, and it feeling so right - but also approve of Buck wanting to tie him into their family forever.

"Duh, Tommy's the coolest." Chris rolls his eyes. "Better lock him down while you can," he jokes, and Buck gasps in surprise. He's such a teenager.

"Wow, rude. He's not going anywhere." he shakes his head with a laugh. That much he's sure of, for the first time in his life he's not scared of getting left, of his partner getting bored or fed up. He knows Tommy's gonna be right at his side no matter what.

"Not if you put a ring on it." Eddie joins his son's teasing. Laughing, Buck reaches over to the table to pick up a chip from a bowl and throw it at Eddie, who dodges it as it lands somewhere on the couch. "Hey!"

"But seriously, you don't think it's too soon?" Buck asks after a moment, a little bit of nerves seeping into his tone. He's more than sure about wanting to marry Tommy. He's just a little scared that he's gonna freak him out. They have talked about this, about their future, what they want out of this relationship, out of life, but they never really discussed any timelines, and Buck might be a little in his head about this. Hence why he needed to talk to someone about it, probably.

"Buck, you've been together for over a year. Some people get married after less." Eddie raises an eyebrow. "When you know, you know." He shrugs, and Buck releases a breath. Because he does know. He has known for a long time now.

"So you think he'll say yes?" Buck asks, but he knows the answer before Eddie has a chance to roll his eyes with fond exasperation. Tommy loves him. He loves Tommy so much his heart wants to burst out of his chest and live in Tommy's. Tommy is his forever, he's sure of it, and he knows that when he asks, and it's going to be very soon, he'll get a positive answer.

"He'll say yes." Eddie says with a small shake of his head and a wide smile. "Now, two important questions from me: who's gonna be your best man, and do you need help planning and picking out a ring?"

[babygirl-diaz]

"Hi baby," Evan breathlessly whispered in Tommy's ear as Tommy was flipping the pancakes.

"He- Whoa," Tommy stopped and turned his head slightly to look at him. "Is that a phone in your pocket or are you happy to see me? Also, you're very sweaty," he added, scrunching up his nose.

"Oh, I'm definitely happy to see you," Evan replied, slipping his hands under Tommy's shirt. "And I'm sweaty because I just came back from the gym."

"That must have been one hell of a session if it's got you this horny," Tommy teased turning off the stove and turning around to throw his arms around Evan's neck.

"Mmmm, you have no idea," Evan replied, pulled him even closer, and kissed him hard.

As Evan kissed him, he moved his hands to Tommy's ass. Tommy figured he was just going to squeeze his ass but he wasn't prepared for what came next. Without breaking the kiss, Evan lifted Tommy off the ground, making him yelp. He forced Tommy to wrap his legs around the younger man as he brought him over to the wall and pressed him against it while kissing him.

"Jesus Christ, how are you able to do that?" Tommy asked, surprised as Evan continued to hold him up and kiss his neck.

"I'm a firefighter," Evan replied like it was no big deal that he was able to lift Tommy up without any effort.

[salty-autistic-writer]

For @118dailydrabble, Word 11: Viral

Buck frowns.

Why is everyone looking at him and giggling?

Does he have something between his teeth?

"You haven't seen it yet?" Chimney asks, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"What?" Buck asks.

"Someone went viral," Hen says, shaking from suppressed laughter.

"Who?" Buck asks, frown deepening. "Tell me already!"

It's a grinning Eddie who shows him a picture on Instagram.

Buck stares.

And freezes.

Oh God.

His face heats up and his heart starts pounding.

It's Tommy and him, kissing passionately between two firetrucks, faces smudged with soot. Whoever took the picture titled it: "Hot firefighters reuniting after battling wildfire - Romance of the century!"

Chimney gleefully whispers it into Buck's ear for weeks: Romance of the century.

(AO3 Link)

[spicycinnabun]

@118dailydrabble for day 100 prompt sob 🎂💗 rated: g 🎂💗 pair: buck/tommy

It was Tommy's birthday.

Nobody had acknowledged it.

He didn’t care.

Wasn’t like he was going to go home and sob into his pillow or anything.

He was off to grab a beer with Sal. It had been a while.

He wouldn’t bother Evan, who was working a shift and had only had time to send a good morning text and a kissy-face emoji. 

Tommy had responded with a morning sweetheart.

The bar was completely dead when he entered.

Then, suddenly—

“Surprise!”

Confetti. Balloons. Smiling faces. His friends.

Tommy stepped backward, eyes wide. “Oh.”

Evan hugged him, shielding him from the overwhelm with an affectionate cheek-to-cheek nuzzle. “Happy Birthday, baby. You didn’t really think I’d forget, did you?”

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[30somethingautisticteacher]

i'd like to take your next therapy appt please. 👨‍⚕️

Thanks for the ask, babe! I'm sure it comes as no surprise that it went fluffy lol

@sunnywithachanceofbi

***

"Couples therapy??" Tommy groaned, dropping onto their couch. "Evan, you cannot be serious."

"You suggested that we get an artificial Christmas tree, Thomas!" Buck said, waving his hands in exasperation.

"Evan, we're both firefighters, and you know—" Tommy started.

"And evergreen room spray for a pine scent? Maybe divorce is a better option than counseling," Buck huffed.

"Ok, Mr. Drama," Tommy said with an exasperated sigh that melted into something impossibly soft as he looked at Buck. "First of all, we're not even married—" He slid smoothly from the couch to one knee, pulling a velvet box from his pocket. "And second of all, would you like to be?"

[setmeatopthepyre]

Stuck

[@118dailydrabble day 61] [part of antarct-fic | bucktommy | 118 words] [continued from this]

“Tommy? Tommy!”

He's vaguely aware of the sound of buckles coming loose, of fabric rustling, knows he needs to open his eyes and take slow, even breaths, reassure Evan that he's fine, that both of them are fine, because they are, they somehow are.

But they almost weren't, and that thought has his lungs squeezing tight, air barely wheezing through, his eyes stuck firmly closed against the bright bright snow outside the window, against the sight of the entire rotor head against the windshield. It's a miracle they're not dead, but Tommy doesn't believe in miracles, and that means it's only sheer fucking chance that kept him from-- kept Evan from--

He almost killed Evan. Evan almost died.

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Happy New Year, BuckTommy nation...

... have a little treat!

"First coffee of the new year," Evan says with a smile as he lazily spreads his whole body against the bed frame. 

The smile spreads across his whole face, etching a hollow in his birthmark, and then – it must be magic – takes a leap onto Tommy's features. He’s standing beside the bed, coffee in hand; their fingers touch lightly as Evan takes the cup, a tiny jolt of electricity, but not because of the lack of humidity. There’s no lack of moisture and friction between them, not at all.

“Right,” Tommy replies nonchalantly, his mind wandering over to Buck's naked torso, up and down the tattoos, and he thinks sweet, the coffee is sweet, like you. It’s cheesy, sure, but what else is he supposed to think?

What is he supposed to think after spending the night on sweaty sheets with this guy, this power plant of a body; heat spreading from the inside that cannot be extinguished, not even by a firefighter. That’s a funny thought. 

Evan clutches the cup with both hands as if he were cold, while Tommy is still standing there, heat between his thighs he shouldn’t be capable of, not after this night. Memory fragments: hands clawing at each other, teeth digging into his shoulder, the slippery feeling of sweaty thighs rubbing against each other. But also: a curl tickling his collarbone, Evans' head a familiar weight in the crook of his arm. A hand holding his own in a tight, confident grip. Lips pressed to his neck, a vibrating voice telling stories for hours. 

There's more to this, more honesty, even more intimacy. As if they’d peeled each other of their outer shell to reveal a core, raw and unpolished, but ready for each other. 

Tommy's own cup becomes heavy in his hand, as if it were filled not with coffee but with possibilities. Almost somnambulantly, he slips back into bed, next to Evan, who’s still smiling and sucking the steam out of his cup as if the product from Tommy's Italian coffee machine were just another intoxicant.

“Happy New Year,” says Evan, not for the first time today. 

They clink their cups, just like they did a few hours ago with that expensive champagne. Nothing tastes as good as Evan, Tommy thinks, and maybe, maybe that sparkle in Evan’s eyes means the same. 

Words tumble out of Tommy's mouth, “I want this year and all the following years with you.”

Was that too much? It's a risk Tommy is willing to take now. Or maybe it’s no risk at all, because Evans's features seem to melt at the sound of those words. 

“I want that too. It's going to be an amazing year.”

Every year is gonna be amazing with you, Tommy thinks, his lips still hot from the coffee – or maybe more - as he leans over to kiss Evan’s birthmark. 

[drfranklangdon]

Buck hears the chopper land and knows exactly who’s in the pilot’s seat. He looks over to Bobby, who is talking to Athena and a man he doesn’t recognize. Before he can ask, he’s cut off. “Make it quick.”

Buck grins and turns on his heels. Then he full-on sprints down the freeway, weaving through the sea of passengers and ambulances. He nearly knocks Eddie over and hears him snark something about being ‘thirsty’ to Hen.

Finally, he gets to the end of the make-shift runway they made. Tommy jumps out of the cockpit, looking insanely hot in his flight suit. The memory of him wearing it, and only it, while Buck went down on him a few weeks back flashes in his head. He quickly reminds himself they’re in public. There are too many cameras around for him to get a semi right now. “Pilot Kinard.”

Sauntering over to him, Tommy doesn’t shy away from checking his boyfriend out – eyes slowly scanning over Buck’s frame. “Firefighter Buckley.” He’s the hottest man to walk the earth. “Got a patient for me?”

“A-a patient?” Buck stammers, getting a little (a lot) lost watching Tommy’s lips as he spoke. “Oh y-yeah, the patient!” Buck looks behind them, to where Chim is doing his final check on the pilot Athena and the passengers kept alive through the crash. “He’s stable. Machine got his pulse back.”

“Great. Donato’s setting up for medevac.” They are so close. But they are tragically not touching. Tommy hasn’t even so much as given him a shoulder pat or ruffled his hair. Buck’s vibrating out his skin. He needs his boyfriend’s lips on his right now. “We have five minutes.”

That’s all Buck needs to hear. He quickly looks around; everyone else is busy with other survivors. He grabs Tommy by the collar of his flight suit and slams him against the closest engine. He crashes their lips together, tongue first.

Tommy makes the same surprised moan he did when they made out in the hospital. It takes a second for him to catch up, but he makes up for it by licking the roof of Buck’s mouth and pulling his hair, keeping them as close as possible.

“Don’t ever pull a stunt like this, okay?”

“Mmm hmm.” Tommy mumbles against his lips. Buck knows he can’t really make that promise. As a pilot, there’s always the risk of something going wrong. He doesn’t like to think about it.

Buck kisses his chin. “You’re texting me every time you take off…” Another to his jaw. “… and again when you land.”

Tommy chuckles and Buck can feel the vibration against his chest. “Of course, Evan.”

“Good.” He taps his chest. His strong and firm chest.

Tommy attempts to smooth down Buck’s curls, having messed them up during their embrace. “Once you’re done here, you coming over? I’m cooking.” Sounds perfect, exactly what Buck needs after a day like today. “I wanna hear all about you saving the day – I heard something about a motorbike?” He adds with a tilt of his head. Buck knows exactly what that glint in his eye means.

Giving another quick look around, he bites at Tommy’s lip – unable to hide his playful smirk as he grabs a fistful of his boyfriend’s ass. “Of course I’ll come over…” He kisses past his cheek to bite at Tommy’s ear lobe “… Daddy.” He whispers – just for him.

Tommy curses under his breath and his grip on Buck’s hips tighten. “Evan –“

“Buckley! Stop distracting my pilot.” Lucy yells from the chopper. “Get your ass overhear, Kinard!”

They, begrudgingly, separate. Tommy turns around once he’s halfway to the chopper. “We’re finishing this later.” Buck can’t help but bounce on his heels, arousal and excitement coursing through him. Buck not caring at all about failing the ‘not getting a semi’ plan.

Tommy gets into the cockpit and starts the engine. Wind gusts around them as the blades spin. The chopper starts to lift off, Buck waving at Tommy as he flies away. “Nice to see you too, Tommy!” Chim sarcastically shouts at the sky.

[aesthetictarlos]

Tommy has a collection of funny underwear in his top drawer, from a pair of briefs with donuts and biscuits to a pair of boxers with care bears printed all over.

He buys a new pair every month, it's a habit he doesn't even remember how it started but it's funny and it makes him feel good so he keeps doing it.

A few years ago, a guy he was hooking up with made fun of him for his rubber ducks briefs so he stopped wearing them every day, only wearing them when he knew he'd be on his own.

The first time Evan knocks on his door on a weekday when they don't have plans, he panics because he's wearing a pair of light blue boxers with a pattern of ananas and he instantly feels self conscious. They make out on the couch and when Evan's fingers slip beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, he tenses and of course Evan notices, asking what's wrong.

"Nothing, it's– it's stupid," he says, moaning as Evan palms him through his boxers. "Keep– keep going, I'm good. It's so good."

Evan nods and kisses his neck, teasing him for a bit before he pulls back and slides to his knees, pulling Tommy's sweatpants down his thighs.

Tommy braces for the laugh, for the teasing, for the shift in the mood. Except that Evan doesn't laugh, doesn't tease him when he notices the ananas on Tommy's boxers. He leans in and mouths at him through the fabric, pressing gentle kisses all over.

"Tommy Kinard, you're such a wonder," Evan whispers, meeting his eyes as his fingers dance up and down his erection. "Adorable and so fucking hot."

"Don't– Don't you think it's weird? I– I collect funny underwear. It's stupid, I know–"

"It's not stupid," Evan promises, kissing just above his navel. "I can't wait to see all of them later, because now I very much want to take these off."

Tommy's mesmerised and so in love it hurts sometimes.

(Later, he shows Evan his whole collection and he gets back to wearing his funny boxers every time he wants, date night or not.)

[exhaustedpirate]

couldn’t stop thinking about them so I wrote a tiny little drabble that I’ll probably expand on when it’s not 3am (I think I have a tiny plot) I’m sure you can guess what’s coming from context!

It’s been almost two months but Buck still forgets to set up the coffee machine to brew in the morning.

Firefighter Buckley!

Every night, he goes to bed and every morning, he wakes up without coffee hot and waiting for him.

It’s nothing major, really, just an extra fifteen minutes he could save.

Buckley!

Tommy used to set it up for him.

And every night, they went to bed together and every morning, they would wake up to the delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee.

Buck, come on!

Tommy chose the machine.

One morning, they woke up to an overpowering smell of coffee in the house. To a kitchen flooded with coffee.

Please!

Tommy helped him clean up. They grabbed coffee on the way to the appliance’s store as Buck rambled about this or that machine until he let Tommy choose one.

So it really isn’t his fault that he forgets to set up the coffee machine. It’s on Tommy. He chose it.

Yeah.

“Evan, please!”

It’s Tommy’s fault.

“Please, come back to me!”

[typicalopposite]

And so maybe I have been thinking a lot about the clipboard!118 proposal… and looking at it from the other side of things.

Tommy has had the ring a couple months now. He maybe, sorta, kinda impulsively bought it after their last date left him 100% sure Evan was the one. He just hasn’t figured out how to go about popping the question.

Logically he knows he could just casually ask him over a morning coffee, and Evan would be as speechless and emotional as if it were the most extravagant proposal to ever be proposed. But as much as Tommy would prefer a more casual approach, he still wants it to be something special. He wonders what would be most special to Evan.

And then the idea comes so easy.

The 118.

He goes to Eddie, spins the idea of getting everyone to help with the proposal. Eddie thinks it’s an amazing idea and he FaceTimes Hen and Chim to share the idea. Hen is the one to suggest the clipboard. Tommy has questions, but they all just vaguely insist its an inside joke that he will definitely get and Tommy leaves it at that.

He goes to Bobby and Athena’s next. Bobby isn’t Buck’s dad — Tommy has already set aside a day to speak with him and Buck’s mom regardless of the tension in theirs and Buck’s relationship — but he is extremely important to Buck and Tommy (hell anyone who watches their interactions) can see the feeling is mutual. Bobby couldn’t give his blessing fast enough.

The day comes and Eddie is off to start what will be a chain reaction of Buck being bounced around from person to person. After Hen takes him from Maddie and Chim’s, Tommy comes out from the room he’d been hiding in to ride with them to the station.

“You ready?” Chim asks, eyes turning soft as he straightens Tommy’s tie.

“Of course,” Tommy replies. He is, he really is. Maybe more than he has been for anything else in his life, ever.

“You got the ring?”

“Right here.” Tommy pulls the box out of his pocket.

“Is the ring in it?” Chimney asks, face now serious.

“Uhhh… yeah, it should be,” Tommy laughs.

“Have you checked…”

Tommy blinks, but Chim’s eyes are focused on the box. Tommy opens it and reveals the band inside.

Chim’s face softens once again, a big smile spreading across it and he pats Tommy on the shoulder. “Alright then… let’s go get you engaged.”

[babygirl-diaz]

Buck: Hi, is Tommy here? I'm Evan Buckley... His boyfriend. Firefighter 1: He's currently transporting a patient but should be back soo- Wait... Did you say, Evan? Buck: Uh... Yeah? Firefighter 1:Come with me, you can wait here. *puts a chair in the middle of the firehouse* Buck: Um here? Firefighter 1: Yes, please sit. Hey, folks! This is Evan Buckley... Tommy's boyfriend *A bunch of firefighters start circling Buck* Firefighter 2: So Buckley, what are your intentions with Tommy? Buck: Oh we're taking it slow- Firefighter 3: Slow? So you don't want to be with him for the long term? Buck: What? NO! I didn't say that! Firefighter 4: Sure sounded like it. So I hear you had a reputation at the academy and then at the 118...Have you ever cheated on Tommy? Buck: NO! Of course not! I would never do that to him! Firefighter 5: Oh so you would do that to someone else then? Who's Eddie? Buck: My best friend... Why? Firefighter 6: Rumor has it that he's your ex Buck: He's not! Firefighter 4: If you mess with Tommy, just remember that there is one of you and 6 of us. Buck: Are you threatening me? Firefighter 2: No, we're just... cautioning you Tommy: Oh no, are you bullying my boyfriend? The last one never called me back! Firefighter 3: That's because he was an idiot. The jury's still out on this one Buck: *getting up from the chair* I care deeply about Tommy and so do you all and I love that. Trust me, I'll never hurt Tommy, not when I love him so much. Tommy: You love me? Buck: Of course I do. And I will take all the grilling from anyone and everyone for you. Firefighter 1: Welcome to the family, brother! Firefighter 6: Now let us tell you about some of Tommy's greatest hits! Tommy: I hate you all.

[salty-autistic-writer]

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.

(AO3 Link)