#bucktommy mpreg wip

[bidisasterevankinard]

Fuck it Friday

I have a goal to end I want to dance with you tonight (and for the rest of my life) till Saturday and post so more from it

“Make love to me, Tommy.”

The prettiest smile on Tommy’s face, makes Buck smile too. Careful hands grab his hips again tonight, with less hot burning lust, yet not less passion and with way more tenderness, almost not touching his naked skin above the pants, not trying to claim his skin, but trying to make him feel the desire and care from Tommy, which Buck knows boils in man’s blood. He feels it all too. Both his and Tommy’s. He hopes the man feels his too.

The hands move to his thighs, nudging him to let Tommy pull him up, moving Buck's legs so that they are around his waist. Tommy strokes his legs gently and Buck is covered in goosebumps at how good it feels even when there is a thin layer of sweatpants between Tommy's big and warm hands and his skin. 

They kiss all the way to Tommy’s bedroom, and Buck is really happy it’s not a big house, with a bedroom close to the living room, without any stairs they need to get over to make it to bed. 

and if you want some angst for my new bucktommy mpreg fic I started today, go under cut(the scene is godfather Eddie and baby Sky, but bucktommy mentioned and implied) (@houseofevanbuckley you was interesting so tagging you)

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s your godfather Eddie,” Eddie smiles, looking into the baby blue eyes. He knows they will get only darker and brighter like her daddies’. He is just interested if her eyes will be like Buck’s electric blue, or Tommy’s intense steel blue. Buck once read a long lecture about how he and his boyfriends had different blue eyes and his daughter better take as much from him as she could because he's the one pregnant and he would ground her if she’s Tommy’s mini copy. 

Eddie chuckles from the thought, with wet eyes, “he was joking, by the way, sweetheart. Your daddy will never make you do anything you don’t want to. And will never punish you for something that just can't be your fault. He loves you anyway. The way you are. And no matter what your eyes’ color is gonna be anyway it will be perfect like you already are. Perfect little princess .” 

He strokes little round cheek, leaving a light kiss there, trying hard not to cry. He should be stronger for his friends, for Tommy, for Sky, for Buck. He should be the rock of the family right now. Because Tommy, Sky and Buck need him. Buck was protector of him and Chris for a lot of time, it’s Eddie’s time to be protector of Buck’s family. Be the best godfather ever possible. 

“I know we should have met not like that,” Eddie whispers through a lump in the throat, “your daddy and papa should have introduced you to me officially, letting me hold you after they will take you together from the hospital. But, unfortunately, your daddy's dumb luck struck again, but,” Eddie lets the most beautiful baby girl clutch his finger in a firm grip. He grins at this, kissing her hand like a true princess, “your daddy is a fighter. The strongest man I know. He will fight to get back to you and your papa. And till then I will be here to make sure your papa takes care of himself. Because I know he will take the best care of you. But not himself.”

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[typicalopposite]

Thanks @priincebutt for the tag 🫶

slowly making my way through chapter 7! 🫠 sorry this has become my whole personality lately 😂 this is my main fic at the moment!

“Kinard!” Captain Collier calls from his office, nearly causing Tommy to drop the laptop he has meticulously balanced on his (extremely, dreadfully, embarrassingly) large belly. He has long since been able to comfortably do anything at his desk— the bump getting in the way, and sitting at an angle hurts his constantly aching back— so he has been using the bump instead… God knows it sticks out far enough anyway. He lifts the laptop off, and sets it on the table; crumbs from the bag of chips he was eating topple from his shirt to the floor when he stands. He frowns at the mess and grabs the broom he keeps close by (this happens often) and sweeps them into a pile. “Tommy?” Collier repeats softer this time, poking his head out of his office. 

“Uh, come— coming Cap!” He tries in vain to bend and reach the dustpan. He holds on to the desk for support but he feels like he’s going to tumble forward every time he starts to lower himself. Then he sits back down and tries again… still with no success; he even tries to flip it onto the broom and balance it up to the desk.

“Let me,” Collier says, now beside him. He takes the broom then bends down and sweeps the crumbs into the dustpan. After he throws the crumbs away he straightens back up and sits on the edge of Tommy’s desk. “Tommy…” he says again, and just from the look on his face, Tommy already knows what he’s about to say. “Listen. I know you want to work up until you deliver, but I really think it’s time.” Tommy can feel his mouth pulling down and Collier sighs.  “Hey… come on, don’t do that.” 

Tommy is trying desperately not to humiliate himself by ‘doing that’— i.e. crying— but it has gotten so much harder lately. He feels huge, and heavy, and tired, and sore all the time! All that meshes together and has made him somehow even more emotional. 

“What did you do to him, Cap!?” Lucy gasps, walking into the hanger. 

Collier sucks at his teeth and pushes off the desk. “I didn’t do anything but suggest he make these last weeks easier on himself.” 

“Well,” Lucy says… more so to Tommy. 

“Not you too, Luce?!” Tommy feels his pout deepen. 

Lucy laughs, and comes up behind him, squeezing and massaging his shoulders before wrapping her arms around him. “Don’t get me wrong, work will suck without you, and I am going to miss you so much; I don’t want you to leave…” she says. “I just want you to get some rest… you know the whole cliche you better sleep while you can because you won’t once baby is here— except you’re gonna have two babies keeping you up, and I honestly can’t remember the last time you’ve come to work and not looked exhausted… you’re overdue for some rest.”

Tommy would argue, except he knows he can’t; she’s right. The twins are growing beautifully, which makes him so happy and relieved… and massive, and miserable. He isn’t upset at the weight he’s gained, he is confident in himself enough to know he can lose it once they're born (and honestly even if he doesn’t lose a single pound, he is so happy both babies are healthy and thriving he wouldn’t care). However, he’s not been allowed to lift above his head since he announced the pregnancy, and getting something from lower than his waist at this point is damn near impossible. Lacey says he shouldn’t be carrying anything more than 15 pounds; and between the twins using his bladder and his lower spine for kickboxing practice, he is either in the bathroom or pacing the hanger trying to ease the back pain. 

He’s exhausted from the lack of sleep the pain is causing, and he needs help doing pretty much anything that’s not sitting and typing, and that is not something they even need him at the station to do. Collier has been trying to convince him to work from home for a couple months… Tommy’s just— Hell even he’s not a hundred percent sure why he’s holding on to working for so long… He looks past Collier and Lucy at the helicopter’s, and he can’t even fly at the moment, but it’s been nice being near them. Watching them take off, watching them come back… he misses it. He’s going to miss this, and his team. “You’re probably right…” he finally admits. “I guess I should take advantage of the last few weeks of calm.” 

Lucy smiles, and hugs him. “Good for you; you have more than earned a break,” she says squeezing him. “I’m gonna miss you, Kinard.” 

“I’ll miss you too, Luce,” he replies, voice soft and shaky. 

“Hey,” she says, pulling back to wipe the tears that are starting to fall from both their eyes. “This is not a forever goodbye, okay? I am going to come by and get my baby fix every day I have off… you’re gonna be so tired of me!” 

“Never,” he laughs.

Tagging: @onthewaytosomewhere @30somethingautisticteacher @judymarch15 @nine-one-wanton

@bidisasterevankinard @kinardsevan @somethingaboutfirefly @bucksxkinard @mmso-notlikethat

@sunnywithachanceofbi @herrmannhalsteadproduction @marvelousbuckley

And anyone else who wants to share their writing 🫶🫶

[30somethingautisticteacher]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @typicalopposite and @bangpop91 🙂

I have way too many WIPs but the ones I've been working on the most are Shattered and In Awe (mpreg) so I'll give y'all a little taste from both.

Shattered

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In the days that followed, Buck retreated into himself, barely finding the energy or will to get out of bed. The question kept echoing in his mind: What was the point if he didn't have his job? His station? His purpose?

Days blurred together, marked only by the persistent buzzing of his phone - calls and messages he couldn't bring himself to answer. The 118, his friends, even Maddie - their concern was apparent in each ignored notification, but Buck couldn't face them. Couldn't bear to hear their words of encouragement when he felt so utterly lost.

In Awe

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"Buck, why are you up?" she exclaimed, rushing over to him. "Sit, sit! People will come to you. You just sit down and work on growing Adam."

Evan rolled his eyes good-naturedly as Tommy helped him settle into the carefully prepared chair. "Still not his name, Maddie," he said, but there was affection in his voice.

Maddie huffed, adjusting the pillows around Evan. "Well, it should be. It's a great name."

Tommy chuckled, watching the siblings' interaction. "I thought we agreed no name pressure at the shower, Maddie?"

Maddie had the grace to look slightly abashed. "You're right,you're right. I just can't help it. I'm excited to meet my nephew, whatever his name ends up being."

Tagging anyone who wants to play! 🥰

[ladyoflisquill]

I have this accidental mpreg, omegaverse, bucktommy (but they already split up) story living in my head right now with no time to write it due to LIFE but it is so beautiful it makes me wanna weep. It’s been so long since I wrote anything but this story… I have spend the last week planning out so many scenes in my head.

How Buck finds out, him telling to Bobby about it (he has a dangerous job he has to tell his dad), talking to Tommy (even though they broke up *months* ago!!! What is Buck even doing), Maddie’s reaction (and Jee’s because it’s sooo cute) cool teenager Christopher’s reaction, Eddie offering to break Tommy’s legs if he needs to and honestly Eddie you couldn’t even pin him in Muay Thai how do you think that’ll happen.

And it just all so angsty and beautiful. About found family and the family Buck has an opportunity to build for himself. Not that this kid needs to carry the weight of being a second chance, he knows how heavy that can be but… like offering a chance to heal and do better.

And of course there is at least one sexy as hell scene involving a post-shower Buck and the hasty removal of a towel that yeah… that boy needs some.

[911varietyposts]

Make Me Write Game! (v 2.0)

Rules: Anyone can send me an ask with an emoji corresponding to the WIP - as many as you want! - and I’ll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it.

I slimmed the list down GREATLY this time to only the fics I'm actively working on!

👶 Daddy’s Little Girl (Buddie/Eddie adopts a baby)

🔥 SalTommy NSFW

🤰 Mpreg Adventures (BuckTommy, Buddie, BuddieTommy - Collection of Standalone Fics)

🐺 Howling At The Moon Together (BuddieTommy - Collection of Standalone Fics)

🖥️ Twitch Streamer Buck AU (Buddie)

🚁 Last Kiss (BuckTommy/Tommy MCD)

[snarkythewoecrow]

hahaha writing update, so um, seems my brain latched onto the mpreg buck wip that i had sitting around and that's what i ended up working on more tonight, instead of bucktommy as planned, but it is what it is, words happened, so cool

forgot this was a buddie enemy to lovers and sorta here for it, like very good, loving it actually

i think i might fuck around more with this soon and finish it up if i can, it had 4 chapters mostly finished rn, so the word count for that first 4 chapter is about 14k, so not terrible, though this whole fic needs like 20k or so more to be close to done at all 😅😭

[bidisasterevankinard]

Inspiration Saturday

I finally made a moodboard for my bucktommy and platonic buddie baby mpreg fic

I also should share less of this fic because it feels like I shared all the fic (I still will edit and rewrite almost everything I wrote but anyway fell like I shared too much )

“It smells good. But I doubt the new meal was the reason for such a good mood.”

Oh yeah, Buck forgot he still didn’t tell Tommy.

He smiles at his boyfriend, while getting away from his body he had pinned to his door all this time, and rolls his hoodie so that his bums are seen and even turns sideways to Tommy.

“Do you see something new?”

Tommy’s eyes are sparkling like the most beautiful stars.

“You have a bump,” Tommy smiles brightly and in two steps gets closer to him hugging him, leaving a kiss on his birthmark. “I leave you two for 48 hours and you decide it’s the best time to finally pop?”

“All the complaints you should send to sunshine,” Buck kisses the cleft he loves so much, hugging Tommy’s neck while man caresses his flanks under the hoodie. “I woke up today, went to shower. then got out and saw my reflection.”

“And it prompted the inspiration to try a new recipe for dinner for us.”

Buck hums in agreement because Tommy got him perfectly.

“Does Eddie know?”

“Yes, we had lunch together and I showed him. We even had a little photoset together to send to his family and Maddie.”

“Tell me he cried and you have photos. I need blackmailing material.”

 Buck laughs on his man’s almost begging face.

“Don’t worry, photos of red faced Eddie near my bump are already sent to you.”

“Perfect. I’ll even frame it.”

Buck laughs loud again.

I was tagged by @diazsdimples 💙

Tagging @tizniz @wikiangela @queerdiaz @watchyourbuck @evnnkinard @evansboyfriend @evanbi-ckley @repressedqueen @rogerzsteven @racerchix21 @theotherbuckley @pirrusstuff @kinard-buckley @aspecbuddie @saybiwithme @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @steadfastsaturnsrings @devirnis @hippolotamus @monsterrae1 @cal-daisies-and-briars @bigfootsmom @bekkachaos @bi-buckrights @neverevan @loveyouanyway @loserdiaz @bewilderedbuckley and anyone who wants to

[bidisasterevankinard]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

I was tagged by @cal-daisies-and-briars @tizniz 💙💙💙

again from my bucktommy and buddie platonic baby fic

Leaving a little kiss on Evan’s neck, Tommy doesn’t expect the new feeling of something little barely touching his hand that lies protectively over Evan’s swollen belly. But something definitely pokes  in the middle of his palm, creating a little bit of a ticklish sensation so he leaves Evan’s neck to see what ticklish him, but taking his hand away reveals that nothing is wrong under it. That second it clicks.

“She kicks,” Tommy exclaims, kissing Evan’s birthmark, breathing the amazing smell of new strawberry shower gel his boyfriend uses.

“Uhm, yes?” Evan turns to see his face, raising his eyebrow. “She-she kicks my insides for weeks now, I told you before.” 

Evan gets back to his popcorn, but Tommy uses his favorite chin grab to carefully move Evan’s lips to his, kissing the best lips he ever touched, till they are both breathless, putting his hand back to where it was all the movie. He pokes at the place where he felt the kick and waits. Some seconds later he feels the kick again and giggles.

“She kicks and I can feel her,” Tommy says, poking at the belly again and feeling even harder kicks now. Evan smiles bright and puts his hand near his.

“You-you can feel her?” Evan’s eyes wet and Tommy nods at him, kissing him again, trying to translate the warm from his heart to Evan’s.

“I love you,” Tommy whispers in Evan’s lips, revealing in the way the most magnificent blue eyes get bigger in shock. Evan looks at him as if he created the world and all the magic. Evan grabs his neck and tugs him the kiss so good Tommy loses his breath and moans just like when Evan devoured him in the hospital hall.

“I-I love you too. So much,” Evan smiles and Tommy believes his life always will be good as long as he can keep the sunlight that is Evan’s smile. 

That moment they both feel the kicks in their palms still on Evan’s belly and they giggle together. 

“Can’t believe she’s so big that you can feel her outside.” 

Evan stands up from the couch and rolls up his T-shirt, showing off his stomach and Tommy licks his lips when his boyfriend throws it away and then lies back in his embrace. Evan pokes at his belly, holding his hand in his, intertwining their fingers, and waits before the kicks are back. It’s almost unnoticeable but if you keep attention you can see how the baby moves while kicking. It’s fascinating. It’s beautiful.

Tagging @queerdiaz @wikiangela @diazsdimples @watchyourbuck @evnnkinard @evansboyfriend @evanbi-ckley @repressedqueen @rogerzsteven @racerchix21 @theotherbuckley @thewolvesof1998 @pirrusstuff @kinard-buckley @aspecbuddie @saybiwithme @shortsighted-owl @devirnis @steadfastsaturnsrings @hippolotamus @loveyouanyway @loserdiaz @bigfootsmom @bekkachaos @bewilderedbuckley @bi-buckrights @neverevan @monsterrae1 @rainbow-nerdss and anyone who wants to

[bidisasterevankinard]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

I was tagged by @perfectlysunny02 💙

ok, so I should write other fics but this angst idea was born. meet titled(wtf?) fic "He's your forever (sometimes I wish it was me)", where Eddie pines over pregnant Buck who's happily dates Tommy and expects their baby (don't worry Eddie'll be happy eventually too)(More likely this fic is one of the part of mpreg series I plan)

Buck cooks the breakfast in crop top, and Eddie can't stop his eyes and mind wander to the little bump he's showing off with his choice of clothes. Tommy and Chris are still sleeping, so Eddie lets himself this moment of weakness when he knows no one will see him. He doesn't want anyone to catch him ogling his best friend's pregnant body, and precious little bump, that he's sure he can hold in his palm and it will fit pretty snugly. He doesn't need anyone to ask him why he's looking so fiercely. He definitely doesn't want to lie because he knows he won't convince anyone. But the truth is something Eddie will take to the grave with him.

No one will ever find out that he wishes he was staying in his kitchen with pregnant Buck and only Chris still sleeping in the house. No one will ever know he wishes Tommy wasn't so good for Buck and Buck is so in love with him. No one will ever judge him that even though he's incredibly happy for Buck and Tommy and excited to meet his godkid, he wishes it was not baby Kinard, but baby Diaz Buck growing with his body.

But it's not. 

"Can you start setting the table and then wake boys?" Buck asks, not taking his attention from pancakes and Eddie hums in affirmation, readily taking the chance to stop being so miserable pining over a man who was never his. Especially not in the house Buck and Tommy just moved together right before sharing happy news about how soon their family will grow.

"Morning," Tommy's hoarse voice cuts the silence of the kitchen, and Eddie nods and fakes a smile to his friend before Tommy gets all his attention to Buck, kissing him as if he's the most precious thing he has ever seen. He puts his hand on Buck's belly, whispering something to the man. Eddie feels sick how perfectly the bump and Tommy’s palm go together. As puzzle pieces.

Buck smiles and kisses Tommy again, "don't worry, our baby was pretty kind to me tonight. Barely any nausea."

Nodding with a smile, Tommy kisses his birthmark and hugs Buck's waist. Humming the song Eddie doesn't know, Tommy sways them a little as an impromptu slow dance. It makes Buck smile so brightly Eddie wishes he had ever seen that smile at him. He never did. It's Tommy's smiles. His boyfriend puts it on Buck's face. Not him. It never belonged to him. As Buck never did.

Taking deep breaths in and out, Eddie quickly puts the last plate and almost runs to the guest room. He needs a moment to get himself together and trying to get a grumpy sassy teen to wake up is a good way to forget how the man he loves so much has a beautiful morning with his boyfriend. Not with him.

Eddie hears pieces of their conversation coming from the kitchen. He hears talking about possible nursery colors and what renovations they need to do. He hears Buck saying the date and time of his next appointment with OB and Tommy’s the most gentle voice promises to be here for Buck and their baby.

He shakes his head and runs to the bathroom. He needs cold water. He needs some time for himself. To think only about good. About how happy his friends are. Reprimanding himself for being awful to their happiness, Eddie enters the room where Chris still snores peacefully, not knowing what a battle his dad has in his heart.

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[bidisasterevankinard]

Fuck it Friday

some fluff from mpreg bucktommy + platonic buddie fic

Evan carefully but still rather excitedly throws himself on Tommy. "Hey, baby," Tommy kisses the beautiful lips he loves so much and then addresses slightly swollen belly, "and hello to you too sweetheart," he places his big hand right on the top of Evan's bump and carefully rubs, smiling at Evan when man kisses him again and then puts his head on his neck. "How was your appointment?" "It was good. Both sunshine and I in good health, but my doctor didn't like slightly low hemoglobin level because of my slightly low iron level, so she prescribed me some more vitamins." Tommy hums in the answer, making a note to find out which foods with high iron levels can be added to the menu for pregnant. He will find all the recipes that are possible with Evan's preferences in food general and with his cravings. "And what about the main goal of appointment?" "I don't know how you did it, but you were right. It's a girl." "Told you my nonna's counting system always right. She was never wrong with this stuff."

Tagged by @tizniz @cal-daisies-and-briars

Tagging @evnnkinard @evansboyfriend @evanbi-ckley @wikiangela @hippolotamus @bewilderedbuckley @diazheartsbuckley @devirnis @diazsdimples @queerdiaz @queerbuck @watchyourbuck @repressedqueen @rogerzsteven @racerchix21 @theotherbuckley @pirrusstuff @saybiwithme @loveyouanyway @monsterrae1 and anyone who wants too

[bidisasterevankinard]

Seven sentence Sunday

a little bit more from bucktommy mpreg with buddie platonic baby. Izi was just born and meets her papa who has skin to skin contact with her

“She’s so little,” Eddie’s face is so soft and eyes wet and Tommy smiles at him, sharing the look with Evan.

“Do you want me to take pictures with you and her?” Tommy asks and when Eddie nods he stands up from Evan’s bed and goes to the armchair, taking Eddie’s phone from his shirt laying on the armrest.

Carefully taking away the blanket from Isabel’s face, Tommy snaps some pictures of the newborn and her papa, smiling at his friend when she moves and then tries to suck Eddie’s nipple.

“Sorry princess, if you’re hungry you wouldn’t find anything there,” all three of them laugh and Tommy holds Eddie the bottle before coming back to Evan.

His boyfriend smiles at him, especially when he kisses his birthmark, but Tommy can see how still tired he is.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” Tommy hugs Evan closer to his chest, brushing his hair with his fingers.

“Yeah, Buck, go rest, Chris will not come any time soon and if someone will come I’m sure they all will understand why you not meeting them,” Eddie reasons with his best friend and Tommy nods thank you at him, but Eddie’s attention stays on the pretty bundle of joy on his chest.

Tagged by @cal-daisies-and-briars @tizniz @wikiangela @diazsdimples @spotsandsocks

Tagging @queerdiaz @watchyourbuck @repressedqueen @rogerzsteven @racerchix21 @theotherbuckley @pirrusstuff @aspecbuddie @saybiwithme @devirnis @fortheloveofbuddie @hippolotamus @loveyouanyway @loserdiaz @bigfootsmom @bekkachaos @bewilderedbuckley @bi-buck-coded @bi-buckrights @neverevan @monsterrae1 @evnnkinard @evansboyfriend @evanbi-ckley

[typicalopposite]

THANK YOUUU @priincebutt & @letty-writes for the tags 🫶🫶

I was not prepared so I threw this together from chapter 5 of Tommy Mpreg 🫣😮‍💨

Tommy strolls the aisles, taking his time browsing since he has nothing better to do. He eventually makes his routine stops at the pickles, followed immediately by the applesauce (because if he forgets that his whole day will be ruined). Then he gets some more ice cream, and some fresh veggies— because he does still eat healthy too. The last aisle he goes down is Pets. He searches for the tuna and gravy Dumpster Cat seems to like and when he finds it he gets a few extra for later trips.  One of the cashiers he has become familiar with, smiles sweetly at him as he turns down her lane. “Hey,” she beams, and Tommy can’t help but smile back. “Wow, you’re really popping out now,” she continues, taking notice of his hand resting on his— slowly becoming more prominent by the day— bump.  “Yeah,” Tommy laughs, and sucks in a deep tired breath from the exhaustion the short shopping trip has caused. “Already getting to the difficult-to-get-around stage and we still have quite a ways to go.”  She giggles and continues to scan his items. “Oh, did you and your husband get a cat?” she asks when she reaches the cat food.  “No… that’s for Dumpster Ca— I mean the stray cat that’s always out by your dumpsters.” The girl stops scanning and stares at him. Of all the looks Tommy has received in his lifetime— love, anger, disgust, acceptance— he thinks the one he has memorized the most is the broken, saddened look right before someone is about to deliver bad news. 

Now throwing some tags out because u know all of y’all are working on stuff and I wanna seeeee it 👀 @onthewaytosomewhere @30somethingautisticteacher @judymarch15 @sunnywithachanceofbi @girlwonder-writes @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @bucksxkinard and anyone else who wants to share! 🫶🫶

[typicalopposite]

I have finished chapter 6✌🏼😀 for those who are following the Tommy Mpreg. I just gotta read it through and upload!

12k ish words… I might split it into two chapters and post one in the morning and one the next morning. OR I may post it all at once! Idk yet 🫠 but she’s done! And she’s a wild ride!

[typicalopposite]

Ughhhhh! Today was… draining 😭 I haven’t had the chance to write much… but the last time I checked the chapter was basically at 10k 🫣 and still going… soooooo here’s another little snippet from chapter 6 of my Tommy Mpreg 🫶

The weather is nice.  Nice enough to sit out on the porch swing and get lost in your thoughts… get depressed from your thoughts… a tear slides down Tommy’s cheek just as a familiar red SUV passes by and turns into the driveway; Athena and Karen get out, smiling and waving.  “Hen said we might find you moping around at home,” Athena says, offering a warm smile.  Tommy stares at them, and sighs. “She seriously told you?”  “Well… she told Bobby,” Karen says. “Then they talked about it for a little while,” Athena adds. “Then they told us, and suggested maybe we come talk to you.”  Karen grabs one of the rocking chairs and sits down, smirking. “Since we have some good experience with disapproving in-laws.” Tommy stares at the women, confused. “But Bobby’s parents aren’t alive and— and Karen, Toni loves you!?” “She didn’t always,” Karen corrects. “She has come… a long way.” “And my mother…” Athena chimes in. “Well let’s just say Bobby still consistently has to jump through hoops to stay in her good graces.” “Yeah, well… at least he managed to get in them at all…” Tommy mumbles. Athena sits down on the swing beside him and lays her hand on his. “I wish I could tell you Buck's mother will come around… but that woman— mmph…” Athena makes a face, and Tommy laughs. He fully gets it, and agrees, just by that noise alone.  “She’s definitely a character,” Karen sighs. “But I’ll tell you one thing. You, and these two…” Athena pokes at Tommy’s stomach, before laying her hand against it as the babies start to kick. “—mean more to Buck than she ever has… and ever will. I know you’re trying to keep the peace by keeping quiet. But I’m telling you, it’s not worth it to lose your peace in the process.” He knows she’s right… and Hen’s right… and Eddie’s right… and his mom’s right. He sighs, nodding. “And, just to put it out there,” Athena continues, getting that classic no nonsense Sergeant Grant look in her eye. “If she bothers you any while she’s here, just come to me. I don’t mind showing her how to back to her own lane.”  Karen laughs and reaches out to grab Tommy’s other hand. “Yeah, we’ve got your back.”  And they did. 

We love a good support system, yeah? 🫶

I know it’s late but tagging: @30somethingautisticteacher @onthewaytosomewhere @judymarch15 @sunnywithachanceofbi @nine-one-wanton @bucksxkinard @bidisasterevankinard @kinardsevan and anyone else who wants to share 🫶🫶

[bidisasterevankinard]

Hi di!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ for the wip game please?

hiii james my love here's 12 sentences for you <3333

cw mpreg :

“Good news from the hospital? There’s never good news from the hospital,” Tommy chuckles on the way Eddie almost screams it, but definitely tries hard not to disturb Chris in his room.

“I promise it's good news,” Evan opens his folder, taking an ultrasound picture and holding it to Eddie with a beaming smile. “Congrats Eds, you actually knocked me up.” 

Tommy can’t make a normal face anymore when his boyfriend again chose the most hilarious ways to talk about his pregnancy. And Eddie’s face is not helping. He doesn’t think he ever saw someone blink so fast.

Eventually it seems like Eddie’s brain finally caught what is going on because he makes a loud cheer and almost crushes Evan in a hug. 

“We did it!,” Eddie screams, with his hand triumphantly in the air with ultrasound in it. Then he abruptly stops, “wait. But the clinic said you’re not pregnant. Are you sure it’s not Tommy’s?”

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You've already been so good to me! But I'm requesting a little 🍼🍼🍼🍼 and some 💔💔!

HANNAHHH! :) starting me off strong! 🫶

ok so for the 12 sentences of Mpreg Tommy fic we are getting a surprise from a familiar face 🫣🫣 can you guess who??

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Tommy waddles himself into the kitchen where Evan is making breakfast, making sure to be as dramatic with it as he possibly can be. “Morning baby,” he says, heavily out of breath, as he comes to a stop behind his husband; a hand holding his stretched far too tight shirt to his body under a mock belly made of two big pillows.

“Morning sunshine— Oh!” Evan gasps when he turns around and sees Tommy (who is sure he probably looks like he’s 11 months pregnant with quadruplets). He covers his mouth and doubles over, laughing so hard he’s silent. 

“It’s nice to know you’re going to just openly make fun of me when I’m really this big,” Tommy pretends to pout, running a hand over the pillow belly. 

Evan straightens himself up and wipes a tear from his eye. “I’m not, it just caught me off guard.” He reaches out and grabs Tommy by the wrists pulling him closer— well, as close as the pillows will allow. “I think you look— or will look— just as breathtaking like this as you have every day since the first time I saw you.” 

“Mmhmm,” Tommy hums, reaching under his shirt for one of the pillows to swat Evan with. He looks around the counters at all the food made so far, taking a piece of bacon from a plate. “Why did you cook so much?” Evan just whistles and goes back to the stove; the doorbell rings before he can question why he’s acting weird. 

“Can you get that,” Evan asks. Tommy narrows his eyes at his husband, before going to the door; he sees Eddie’s truck outside and wonders why Evan didn’t just say that— “Mom?!” he gasps as he pulls the door open.

(Incase you’re still wondering this is, in fact Mrs. K 🫣 I only have so many brain cells I could not come up with a new incarnation of Tommy’s mom and I think Tommy NEEDS his mom in this fic… and I mean if you want to view it as an unintentional sequel to Angst fic 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ (I am, you know just for shits and giggles)

now 6 sentences (plus like two more) of the actual Angst sequel…

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Tommy leans heavy on his cane. His back and legs (and head, and mind, and soul…) are hurting him today… he really doesn’t want to be here. He needs to be here, he knows that, and Evan will be there by his side through it all; however that doesn’t make the thought of reliving the times in his life he had hidden away— locked the door, and covered with a layer of cement— any more appealing. 

He looks up at the steps in front of him, lifts his foot to the first one and sucks in a sharp breath as he lifts his body up onto it. Evan’s exasperated voice is already in his ears: They have an elevator, what are you doing? But he needs this. He needs a reminder of where his mistakes have led him. A little physical punishment for the mental punishment he’s about to put himself through. 

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