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"I really don't like thunderstorms"

Evan Buckley Week 2024 -> Day 4: "I really don't like thunderstorms" | late night conversations | anxiety

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Evan Buckley Week 2024

The prompts for Evan Buckley Week 2024 are here!

This event celebrating our very own Evan "Buck" Buckley from 9-1-1 will be held from the 12th until the 18th of August 2024.

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For edits, we have some prompts for you where you can pick your Buck-related favorites to make an edit with. All kinds of edits are welcome! Show us your gifs, image-edits and collages!

Day 1: Buck + favorite rescue

Day 2: Buck + favorite line

Day 3: Buck + favorite near death experience

Day 4: Buck + hugs

Day 5: Buck + bi disaster moments

Day 6: Buck + love language

Day 7: favorite headcanon or free choice

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Every part of the prompts is completely open to your interpretation. Surprise us with your creativity! We look forward to your fics and all variations of art and other creative works!

Day 1: “Why did you do that?” | reckless behavior | fear

Day 2: “This is my home” | catharsis | hope

Day 3: “Stop lying” | walking away | anger

Day 4: "I really don't like thunderstorms" | late night conversations | anxiety

Day 5: “I wonder what it would have been like if I had known sooner” | bi pride | acceptance

Day 6: "that's why I love you" | love languages | joy

Day 7: favorite headcanon or free choice

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[prettyboybuckley]

hold me through the storm by goodboybuck (prettyboybuckley)

1.3k | 1/1 | General Audiences | No Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

For day 4 of @evanbuckleyweek - prompt: "I really don't like thunderstorms" Summary:

"Are you okay?" Tommy asks when Buck has sat himself upright again and taken his headphones off. "Fine," Buck replies, trying his best not to flinch when there is a rumble of thunder outside. "Better now that you're here." OR: Buck is not a fan of the weather, Tommy comforts him.

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[theclaravoyant]

fireworks - bucktommy (T, ~1000wd)

AN ~ now taking prompts! because i can't help myself . in the meantime please enjoy this little hurtcomfort, inspired by the prompts "late night conversations/anxiety" for upcoming @evanbuckleyweek <3 (I couldn't wait that long!)

also on AO3.

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Can't make it tonight babe :( Not feeling so hot.

Buck is running late, but not so late that he doesn't have time to stop by on his way to the Grant-Nash gathering for a little bit of boyfriending. Tommy had sadly had to pull out of this one, but not to worry, Buck has brought over his favourite meatball sub in case he's feeling like a pick me up.. and a bottle of ginger ale in case he's not.

Either way, as he approaches the front door Buck is surprised to hear music so loud – albeit muffled – that the bass in it shakes the windows.

“Tommy?”

He frowns. He, for one, isn't one to blast his workout mix when he's stuck in bed, or bent over a toilet bowl, or whatever other nastiness supposedly awaits him. The lights are off inside.

Brought dinner, he taps into his phone. All good?

He bounces on the balls of his feet.

Babe, let me in x

There's no response, not even those little bouncing dots. Buck is definitely not thinking about Tommy passed out on the living room floor or kidnapped or something. But he does pull up Athena's number before he reaches for the spare key. Just in case.

“Babe!” he calls, looking around. The house is dark. This still feels like something he shouldn't really be doing. “Tommy!”

He follows the sound toward the basement stairs, where light is coming through. From down below, he hears the grunts and slaps of rigorous exercise... or something else, and it dawns on him that well, he and Tommy haven't technically agreed, haven't really discussed, if they're exclusive or anything and he might be intruding on something and that little voice in the back of his head that tells him nobody's ever all in is getting so loud... He freezes at the bottom of the stairs, just before he can turn the corner and see something. What the hell is he doing. How fast can he back track without Tommy noticing that he's being jealous and weird and-

The music stops.

Well. Here goes.

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“Evan?”

Tommy can't help it, his face lights up at the sight of him. Which is weird, because Evan looks sort of mortified. Probably because Tommy had bailed on something important to him under the guise of being sick and here he is, very much not throwing up or hiding from the light or anything, slicked with so much sweat his hair has dropped a few shades in colour.

“Tommy. Y- You're feeling better?”

“You brought a sandwich?”

“Botticelli's.”

Damn it. Tommy throws his head back, closes his eyes as a pang of guilt punches through him. The kid went and brought his favourite sandwich. He just wants to make sure he's okay. Damn it, damn it.

“I can explain.”

“Is this because you're not ready to meet Athena? 'Cause she can give one hell of a shovel talk but she's cool, really.”

“I've met Athena,” Tommy assures him. In spite of himself, a smile touches his lips, because that was kind of a significant part of this whole thing. “Evan – I promise, this has nothing to do with us.”

It seems to help a little bit. At least, enough that Evan trails after him into the basement proper while he paces and takes a swig of water and tries to wrangle the courage to say it.

“The fourth of July is just... not my thing,” he manages. “I don't really like fireworks.”

He looks Evan in the eyes as he puts it together. Maybe he knows Eddie doesn't either, maybe he knows it's a common trigger for veterans, maybe he just knows what it's like to try and pack the depths of unspeakable horror into words. Especially when you're meant to be a badass fearless firefighter.

“I'm sorry,” Evan says. The fear and confusion and anguish melts away, his expression painfully earnest and concerned as he closes the distance between them. Part of Tommy wants to bury his face, to freeze like a rabbit or run and hide, but something about Evan, as always, makes him stay.

“I'm sorry,” he breathes. “I didn't mean to lie. I'm just … used to dealing with this by myself. And you- you're so- I mean, you died? You actually, for real died in a thunder storm and you got in a helicopter to fly into a hurricane like it was nothing. I guess I worried you wouldn't get it.”

Evan cups a hand around the back of his neck and it's grounding, it's nice, and Tommy's forehead falls forward against Evan's. He takes a ragged breath. Evan's phone starts ringing.

“You don't have to tell me,” Evan says, “what you've been through. But I'm here for you, okay? If you want me.” He glances at his phone and adds- “It's Maddie. Just checking where I'm at. Want me to tell them I'm not coming?”

Tommy shakes his head. “No. Go. I'll be alright here, have a night in. My boyfriend brought me my favourite sandwich."

-

He smiles. Buck smiles back, and presses forward a gentle, comforting kiss before they part. Tommy shakes it off as he heads back toward the stairs, but there's a long stretch of silence. The muffled whistle and echoing boom of an airbomb sails overhead and he can hear Tommy's breath quietly catch and it's almost as if it pulls out the words from his chest.

“I can't remember the lightning.”

“Hm?”

He turns back. Tommy is watching after him.

“I can't remember the lightning, Tommy. That's probably why I can fly into a hurricane. It's- actually it's pineapple jello for me. It was all I could eat for weeks after they took the tubes out. Pineapple jello and vanilla icecream. The first time I smelt a piña colada after I got out, I thought I was going to die.”

I get it.

Tommy nods. After a beat, he adds-

“And hey, Evan. This is something I kind of like to keep to myself. So if anyone asks-”

“Violent gastro. Got it.”

He rolls his eyes, and huffs, and smiles as he tucks the little foam earplug back in place.

“I love you, too.”

[monsterrae1]

One gasp and then, how did it end?

- how did it end? Taylor Swift

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[buckcurls]

You can turn a bad day around | 700+ words | Teen and up

Summary: Buck has a rough day at work and when Tommy is late for a movie date, he lets his frustration show. Tommy surprises him anyway. Day 3 of @evanbuckleyweek Walking Away

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Buck couldn’t tell you what got him so upset. It had been a rough day at work and he was looking forward to this movie date all night. He had even brought a change of clothes with him so he could look nice and just head over to the theater. But he stood outside the theater for over an hour, long past their meeting time and well after the movie already started.

His calls and texts to Tommy went unanswered. Buck knew that Tommy was off work around the same time that he was, so why wasn’t he here? With the added frustration built up from Gerrard’s little digs all day towards him and everyone else, it was as if every insecurity that he had been working to get rid of finally came back.

He’s tired of you. He changed his mind. You’re not good enough.

Unfortunately, this is right when he felt a hand on his shoulder, causing Buck to jump. Turning to see Tommy, he was instantly annoyed instead of happy to see him.

“Hey, sorry I’m-”

“You know if you didn’t want to come, you could have texted me.” Buck blurted out, allowing the frustration that had built up speak for him. He knew deep down this was the wrong move, but it had already been a bad day.

“Evan, that’s not-”

“I know I can get to be too much, but I didn’t think it would be so quick.”

Tommy looked confused, but Buck could barely see that. “Gosh between work being so shitty lately and my own boyfriend being late, I guess nothing can go right.”

“Evan!” Tommy said sternly to get his attention. “Maybe you should take a walk before you say something you’ll regret, baby. You’re upset.”

Buck stopped for a moment, realizing he was right. But he was feeling like a brat right now and he just turned and walked away.

Behind him, Tommy sighed and pulled out his phone. Do I want to know what Gerrard did today?

Eddie just sent back an emoji with the mouth turned up sideways. Yeah, that would do it. Tommy sighed, watching as Buck walked away from him.

____

Buck got about two blocks away before realizing how stupid he was being. It wasn’t Tommy’s fault he had a crappy day. Groaning in embarrassment, Buck turned to go back when he saw Tommy walking up to him with flowers in his hands. He hadn’t been holding flowers earlier.

“Where did you get those?”

“Flower shop across from the movies. I told the lady I was late to a date with my boyfriend and she gave me these.”

Buck huffed and shook his head. “It’s not your fault I was a shitty boyfriend to you.”

“No, it’s not. But I could have made sure my phone didn’t die before my shift ended so I could text you.”

Buck closed his eyes in embarrassment. “Which…you tried to tell me before I blew up at you.”

He could feel Tommy come closer, with the way the flower bag crinkled in his hands and how his hand was taken carefully in his strong ones.

“I heard today was a bad day. How about we go home, cuddle on the couch, and watch some Netflix?”

Buck looked back towards the theater. “But you were looking forward to that new psychological thriller you told me about.”

“And we can watch it another time. Right now, I want to take my boyfriend home and make him feel better.”

“First, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry I blew up at you. I was just tired and all of these nagging insecurities popped up. It's still not an excuse to do that to you.”

Tommy pressed his lips to Buck’s, giving him a moment to kiss back before pulling away. “And by the way, you were wrong. You will never be too much for me. To me, you’re perfect.”

Buck blushed at that, taking the flowers and plucking one out to hand to him. “Here. To make up for snapping at you.”

“I accept your apology.” Tommy stuck the flower in his ear, making Buck laugh. “Now, let’s go home, okay?”

Nodding his head, Buck followed him back to the cars so they could leave.

[911varietyposts]

Fear of Losing You

BuckTommy | 1,356 words | Mature

Part of @evanbuckleyweek

(Monday Prompt Used: Fear)

When the Captain of the 217 had called while Evan was on shift, the deep pit of worry had appeared inside him and settled in his stomach. He didn’t even need to be told that Tommy was hurt for him to be gathering his belongings and making the dash for the locker room.

OR: Evan fears for Tommy's life when he's involved in an accident on shift.

Ao3 Link: Fear of Losing You - brittwrites - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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[thefixations-ofmine]

Buck Week 2024 Challenge Day 2, Aug. 13

Prompt: “This is my home.” / Catharsis / Home Word count: 162 Warnings: none

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No snooze as he stretched after his morning alarm went off and sighed into the thin morning breeze.

One cup of coffee to ease the nerves when he walked into the empty kitchen, roommate asleep.

Two unanswered phone calls to Maddie as he paced on his balcony, voicemail full of hope.

Three changes of outfit to make sure he looked the part and was comfortable for the day ahead.

Four bites of a crispy sesame bagel sandwich he made himself every morning for the last week.

Five flights of stairs he took down for a lazy exercise and to clear his mind.

Six songs he skipped trying to get in the groove to finally jam to I Want It All by Queen.

Seven cordial nods as he walked into the firehouse and greeted the workers on the floor.

Eight words as he sat down next to Captain Nash and immediately knew where he belonged:

“Think I might be in the right place.”

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[m-j98]

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Handling anything involving water had been difficult after the tsunami happend. But that got better at some point.

Then, the lightning strike happened, and wouldn't you know it, Buck's basically back to square one. At least that's what it feels like to him.

In another stormy night, Buck realizes he might need some company to get through it.

[drelizabethgreene]

Better late than never to post my fic for @evanbuckleyweek! Prompt I went with was “I don’t really like thunderstorms.”

[evanbuckleyweek]

Today is DAY 1 of #buckweek2024!

The prompts for today are:

• Edits: Buck + favorite rescue

• Fic and art: "Why did you do that?" | Reckless behavior | Fear

Of course you can pick whichever part of these prompts that suits your inspiration or even combine them!

✨ Come celebrate Evan Buckley with us! Share your creations and tag them with #buckweek2024 and/or @evanbuckleyweek ✨

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[prettyboybuckley]

The 5 Love Languages by goodboybuck (prettyboybuckley)

1.4k | 1/1 | Teen and Up | No Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

For day 6 (yes I'm a day late) of @evanbuckleyweek - prompt: love languages

"Hey, what is your love language?" he asks, suddenly curious. Tommy hums questioningly against his neck, and Buck holds the book up so he can read the blurb on the back. He waits patiently as Tommy lifts his head a little and—as he can see from the corner of his eye—squints at the cover. Buck teases him sometimes that it might be time for reading glasses, but it's becoming less and less of a joke. He’d probably look hot with them, though. "What do you think?" Tommy asks after half a minute or so. His hand has slipped under Buck's shirt, running distractingly back and forth over Buck's abs and making him unconsciously tense them. OR: Buck finds that book from season 4 again when he’s going through his stuff

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