#tevan fanfiction

[mannafromtevan]

Thank you to all the writers out there who have blessed us with so many 'Tommy gets into a helicopter crash' fics this week. Never stop.

[flavored-soda]

takeout and makeout

Rating: Mature

Warnings: small makeout scene, and implied sexual content

Word Count: 1.5k (short and sweet)

Pairing: BuckTommy/Tevan/Kinley

Summary: Buck panics while making dinner for date night. Tommy is there is calm him down. It leads to a confession and leftovers/takeout.

read on ao3 | heed the tags and warnings | posted for @bucktommyweek

The smell of freshly baked chicken was permeating the house, almost mocking Buck as he fretted around the kitchen. The sound of the water starting to boil was setting him on edge. He felt like he didn’t have enough hands, enough focus. He kept going between chopping vegetables and forgetting to put the pasta in the pot. The occasional peak in the oven was not doing anything to calm his nerves. Realistically, he knew that the chicken was nowhere near done yet but his fried nerves were telling him it was already burned.

He turned back to the counter, finishing chopping up the last carrot. He went to reach for the bag of potatoes and his hand met the cold marble of the countertop. 

Oh no. 

No, no, no.

He forgot the potatoes.

His mind flashed him back to the store run he did a little over two hours earlier. He went specifically because he knew he forgot something. He chalked it up to butter or chives or toilet paper. But no, it had to be the potatoes.

He sent down the knife he was holding, placing both his hands on the counter. The rolling boil of the water was starting to drive him a little bit more mad and the smell of the chicken was starting to give him a headache. His apron was starting to feel too tight and the wine bottle on the counter was starting to call to him.

To top it all off this wasn’t even his kitchen. The unfamiliarity of the space was making his head spin faster.

“By the sink, baby.” A voice came from the kitchen entrance. The familiarity of it shook Buck out of his panic.

He looked up from the counter, letting the words sink in as he turned around. Tommy’s sink was in the middle of his kitchen island. When he turned to face it, sure enough, he saw a small bag of potatoes resting not too far from the sinking. He moved from his sulking position from the counter and grabbed the bag. He gave himself a minute to calm down from the initial alarm of missing ingredients. He turned back around to his chopped carrots and cutting board.

He gave himself one more moment before going to open the bag of potatoes and pull one out. He rinsed it off, placed it on the board, and went to make the first cut. Something must have happened in the moments between when he placed the potato on the cutting board and pressed the knife into it. The hand that was holding the knife slipped and the next thing he knew he let out a hiss and the knife clattered to the counter. 

His hand shot up to assess the damage. It didn’t look deep, he could get by with cleaning it and a band-aid. He went to turn around, to maybe head towards Tommy’s bathroom and search the medicine cabinet, or rummage through a junk drawer in the kitchen in hopes that he would find one. But when he turned around he nearly ran into his boyfriend who looked more than a little concerned.

Before Buck could pull his hand away, say anything remotely close to “where do you keep your first aid kit,” Tommy had grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand towards him. He gave Buck a similar inspection to the one he gave himself before pulling the younger towards the sink. He kept a firm but gentle grip on Buck’s hand while he turned on the water and tested the temperature. 

Buck couldn’t help but stare at the older man as he pulled his hand under the water. He winced as the water hit the cut and watched as Tommy’s expression softened. He turned the water off, holding Buck’s hand over the sink while he grabbed him a paper towel and held it against the wound. The soft touch continued even when Tommy turned slightly to reach into a drawer. He pulled out a small first aid kit, opening it with one hand before pulling out a band-aid.

He watched closely as Tommy wrapped the bandage around his injured finger, holding his hand for a second longer before pulling it up to his lips, and placing a soft kiss to the covering.

“There. All better.” Tommy said as he brought his gaze back up to meet Buck’s.

God, he was so in love with this man.

Tommy froze.

Oh.

Oh no.

He said that out loud didn’t he?

“T-Tommy…I-uh…” He didn’t know what exactly he was playing on saying. 

What were you supposed to say after accidentally admitting you’re in love with your boyfriend that you’ve only been with for a few months? Was he even supposed to say anything? Or was he just supposed to stand here opening and closing his mouth and blubbering like a damn fish?

Tommy still had Buck’s hand in his, a gentle touch and an unreadable expression on his face. Buck was starting to feel that panic set in again, the one he started to feel when he first thought he forgot about the potatoes. His senses were starting to pick up on the littlest things, like the water bubbling and boiling over the pot and splashing onto the stove top with a hiss. The smell of the chicken was starting to become sickening. The feeling of Tommy’s hand holding his, how his hands were starting to feel clammy, was starting to make him itch. His eyes were darting around Tommy’s face, trying to catch any change in his expression, anything to give him peace of mind. 

He was so focused on every other little thing around him that he didn’t even realize that Tommy was starting to move. He didn’t even realize it until he was leaning into soft and familiar lips that were pressing against his. 

His body moved on its own. His lips pressing back into his boyfriend’s. Tommy used the hold he had on Buck’s hand to pull him into his body. Buck went willing, moving his hands to his boyfriend’s hips. Tommy placed his own hands on Buck’s waist, pulling him in closer and closer until they were tripping over each other and moving to stabilize themselves up against the counter.

Buck let out a surprised gasp and Tommy swallowed it down. The older man let out his own little “hmph,” as he did. They pushed into each other, using their tongues to explore each other’s mouths like they had done a thousand times before. Buck ran his hands up to Tommy’s sides and back down to his hips, pulling at his shirt to try to pull him in closer. He wanted to be one with the older, wanted to melt into him and stay there forever.

Tommy pulled back to catch his breath, resting his forehead against Buck’s. Both their eyes were closed, just living in the moment. Buck could feel himself smiling.

“I love you too, Evan.” 

Buck somehow smiled even wider. He opened his eyes, pulling back to search Tommy’s face for something. Sincerity? Doubt? He wasn’t sure. He just needed to know that this wasn't a dream and Tommy meant it. He was more than relieved when he found nothing but love in Tommy’s eyes. So full of it they were sparkling. He went to lean again, ready to get lost in his boyfriend for the hundredth time.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He was stopped by the oven timer going off. 

He looked to Tommy and found the older man smiling almost as wide as he was. They both broke out into laughter. Leaning into each other as they calmed down. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“I should–uh–probably get that.” Buck said, making no move to actually break away from his boyfriend and pull their dinner from the oven.

“Yeah. You probably should.” Tommy replied, also making no effort to move away. 

The oven went off again and Buck had decided that he wasn’t going to be the reason that a fire started in Tommy’s kitchen. He moved back slowly, Tommy sticking close by with a hand on his hip. 

Buck pulled the kitchen from the oven, it was only a little bit charred. He set the dish down on a hot pad. He looked towards the forgotten carrots and potatoes, and the boiling pot on the stove and sighed. Tommy turned off the stove before he could even say anything. He came up behind Buck, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s middle and resting his chin on Buck’s shoulder.

“You know, we could just order takeout?” 

Buck smiled before looking at the mess in the kitchen.

“What about the chicken?” 

“Food’s always better the second day.” Tommy angled his head to start pressing kisses to Buck’s neck.

“What about the mess?” Buck whispered, tilting his head to give Tommy move access.

“Clean up the important stuff now, leave the rest for tomorrow.”

He turned in Tommy’s hold to face him. Tommy changed his position, putting his hands on the countertop next to his lover, caging him in. Buck smirked, his gaze flicking between his boyfriend’s lips and eyes.

“The food is going to take awhile to get here.”

Tommy returned the look that Buck was giving him. They stood there drinking in each other’s expressions.

“I can think of a few ways to kill time.” Tommy said before leaning in again and catching Buck’s lips in a kiss again. 

They never did get around to placing a take out order.

[tevanbegins]

Summary:

Buck and Tommy work together on a call for the first time after becoming a couple. As professional as they both are for the most part, it’s not easy for them to keep their hands off each other at the scene, even when Vincent Gerrard - Tommy’s bigoted former captain and Buck’s current one - is around! They indulge in a bit of enthusiastic PDA to everyone else’s cheers and Gerrard’s scorn, but no one cares about what Gerrard thinks. Especially not Buck and Tommy.

A Pride Month special Buck x Tommy fic! 🪽🏳‍🌈

Please read and leave kudos/comments and share if you like! ❤

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[fireburningonthedancefloor]

Tommy, Actually

@bucktommyweek

Prompt: Day 1 - Date Night

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: 1k words

Evan smiled gently and threaded his fingers through Tommy’s. “You gonna show me your favorite movie or not?”

Tommy thinks that love actually is all around, and it might be right in front of him.

Read on AO3 Here or under the cut.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie,” Tommy shook his head incredulously as he queued up the film on Evan’s TV.

After their first date was interrupted by Eddie and a closet, and their second was disrupted by a wildfire and viral encephalitis, Tommy was excited to spend the night in, with a lower chance of it ending in calamity.

He lowered himself to the floor, settling onto the pile of pillows and blankets structured into a nest once the coffee table had been slid forward. (Because Evan didn’t have a couch. He didn’t have a couch. “Chris swears by the nest,” Evan had said, grinning brightly, “and that kid has slept in the pillow nest a lot, so I’d trust his opinion.”)

Tommy reluctantly admitted to himself that Chris was right; Evan’s lack of a couch was made up for by an extremely comfortable array of pillows and blankets.

“Hey!” Evan protested gaily as he emptied a bag of microwave popcorn into a large ceramic bowl. “There are plenty of movies I haven’t seen!”

“I guess that means I get to show them to you,” Tommy declared lightly, as Evan dropped onto the euro pillow next to him. “Though we’ll need to spend a lot of time together. I hope that won’t be a problem.”

Evan kicked out his legs and tossed popcorn into his mouth. “Spending time with you will never be a problem.”

Tommy’s breath hitched. Sitting next to Evan, dating him, still felt like a fever dream sometimes. Especially with how far Evan had come from their first date – nervously attending his first date with a man, to coming out to his entire social circle rather memorably, to “spending time with you will never be a problem.”

Evan smiled gently and threaded his fingers through Tommy’s. “You gonna show me your favorite movie or not?”

Tommy pressed play, and tried to focus on Hugh Grant’s voiceover, but it was nearly impossible with Evan’s presence next to him – his awareness of Evan, his racing heart, the familiar calluses of a firefighter pressed into his palm, the warmth of the length of Evan’s body seeping into his, the way he wanted to lean over and drown in Evan. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to just be with someone.

Evan choked on a popcorn kernel when Bill Nighy swore violently.

Tommy laughed boisterously, head tipped back.

“I was not expecting that,” Evan coughed. “What kind of movie is this?”

“It’s a visceral commentary on types of love,” Tommy stated wistfully.

“Types of love?”

“Romantic, unrequited, puppy, friendship, sexual, familial,” Tommy listed. “I think that’s why I like it so much,” he mused. “It’s a romcom between more than just a man and woman. Because I could never fully connect to the straight plotline.” Tommy blinked. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so… morose.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Evan wondered. “I want to learn everything about you. Even if it’s sometimes morose. I have plenty of tragedies in my past too.” He lifted their joined hands, and pressed a kiss to Tommy’s knuckles.

Tommy couldn’t help drawing Evan into a kiss. He was so incredibly lucky to be able to draw Evan into a kiss. (Their first kiss was easily one of the most terrifying moments of Tommy’s life – wondering if he’d mistaken Evan’s interest, if he was about to get punched – even compared to the Army and the worst of a firefighter’s calls.)

Evan’s lips were surprisingly soft, as always, and he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, his free hand rising to clutch at Tommy’s neck. His palm burned against Tommy’s skin. He licked his way into Tommy’s mouth, meeting no resistance to his relentless pressure.

Tommy was learning that Evan didn’t understand the word moderation – as was evident by the invitation to Evan’s sister’s wedding for their second date. Evan had no sense of patience, and craved immediate gratification.

It was surprisingly refreshing.

Tommy didn’t live that way. He walked through life like it was a marathon rather than a series of short sprints. Staying calm and collected was the best protection against outing himself for nearly two decades.

He was used to being grounded, but Evan made him want to soar.

There was just something about Evan. He made Tommy lose his composure, made Tommy falter, made Tommy desire him in ways Tommy never had before.

Tommy’s head spun from lack of oxygen, but he couldn’t bear to pull away; he wanted more. He grabbed Evan’s waist, fingers pushing up Evan’s shirt just enough for Tommy’s hand to press against Evan’s searing body warmth.

Evan’s short keen drowned out the sounds of the movie as he shifted, tugging Tommy’s weight onto him.

“You’re missing the movie,” Tommy murmured into Evan’s mouth.

“Then I have an excuse to have you come over again,” Evan said breathlessly.

“You don’t need an excuse, Evan,” Tommy chuckled lowly. “I want to be here.”

“Here as in my apartment? Or here as in here?” Evan slid the hand on Tommy’s neck slowly down his chest, running the pads of his fingers across the hills and valleys of Tommy’s muscles.

Tommy silently cursed the coarse fabric of his shirt and fought the urge to tear it in two just to feel Evan’s hand on him.

“I meant your apartment. But the place I really want to be” – Tommy raised their entangled hands overhead and leveraged Evan onto the blankets, pining Evan’s hand to the floor. He hovered over Evan – “is here.”

“I guess there’s a benefit to you not having a couch,” he mused.

“What?” Evan asked raspily, staring at Tommy’s mouth.

Tommy smirked under Evan’s attention. “There’s no risk of falling off the floor.” He brushed his lips gently over Evan’s then skimmed them down the column of Evan’s throat.

Evan tipped his head basing, further baring his neck for Tommy. His hands flitted across Tommy’s torso; they ran over Tommy’s shoulders, around his ribs, up his back, desperately pawing at him, anxious for more.

Everytime Evan attempted to advance their contact, Tommy would slow down, intently focusing on one area of Evan’s body, driving him mad with the trembling sensations until they both lost track of time.

Somehow, they ended up lying next to each other, exchanging slow, languid kisses, until the sounds of Love, Actually once more reached Tommy’s ears.

“We barely made it five minutes into the movie,” Tommy laughed incredulously, watching Alan Rickman struggle to purchase a present for his secretary.

“Yeah, I have no idea what’s happening,” Evan stated, brow adorably furrowed in confusion. He shrugged. “We’ll just have to try again. Are you free next week?”

“Yes. Is movie night going to turn into kissing again?” Tommy grinned, eyes shining brightly.

“I – maybe,” Evan admitted. “I hate to tell you this, but I’m not really a movie person and you’re kind of irresistible, so I’m much more focused on you.”

Tommy kissed him quickly.

“If you don’t watch movies, then why were you so excited for movie night?” he wondered.

“Because you were,” Evan stated simply. “I want to do things that you enjoy.”

Evan was not what Tommy expected when they first met – though first impressions aren’t completely reliable when they’re in the middle of flying a helicopter into a hurricane in search of a missing cruise ship containing personal contacts. Evan was so bright, and he was generous, and bold, and loving.

Tommy stumbled unexpectedly into something serious, and he really hoped he and Evan had a future.

Evan will say things like “spending time with you will never be a problem” and “I want to do things that you enjoy” that make Tommy believe Evan wants the same thing.

And Tommy thinks that love actually is all around, and it might be right in front of him.

[ezvlli]

Did the shelf life of our love have expired?

Pair: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard. Evan Buckley & Eddie Diaz

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 4 458 words

Evan was late for their date. Tommy already knew that he would be late, Evan had called him. But Tommy also knew that something was wrong. Choosing to leave the restaurant, Tommy ran to his boyfriend's loft.

"What's going on?"

"Eddie loves me. He's in love with me."

Part 2 of the Neverland Anthology

[kinardsevan]

It's been less than a week, yall. (this doesn't even include the actual note I have saved with a running list of ideas I haven't written into any kind of story).

(ignore the typo. I know sinless is spelled wrong 🙃)

[xunandran]

Prompt requests!

I'm looking for some new ideas for 911, so if there's something you'd like to see, send me an ask.

I can do any of the following:

Buddie.

Kinkley/Tevan/firepilot/whatever you want to call this.

Buddie w/Tommy.

Probably any pairing as long as it's not gross.

Or if you want to read some of my current work, my Ao3 is in the bio!

[ily-tothecore]

more bucktommy fic recs - all completed

teach me how to dance with you by goodboybuck (prettyboybuckley) - 'buck explores the wonders of gay sex (slowly, with a really patient, sweet Tommy guiding the way and while having a lot of fun)'.

an outlier that should not be counted by dadvans - 'buck knows a lot of random trivia. tommy falls in love with him one fact at a time'.

prescribed burn by wakeupnew - 'tommy's busy fighting a wildfire at the edge of the angeles national forest, but every time he checks his phone, he has an increasingly unbelievable series of text messages'.

a night in september by brewrosemilk - buck tells tommy he's gonna marry him one day.

everything you say is a sweet revelation by sisypheandreamer - 'buck really likes tommy and has sex with him about it'.

in your eyes by lunardeath - buck finds out how old tommy actually is and gets kind of slutty about it. it's also really sweet.

i could be the one (or your new addiction) by milominderbinder - 'five times buck had to put a dollar in the mentioning tommy jar, and one time nobody was around to catch him'.

if you go down to hammond you'll never come back by trysetmeonfire - eddie and tommy talk about buck at the wedding.

some more bucktommy fics! sorry they're all quite short, i'm waiting on a whole bunch of longer ones to be completed before i read and recommend them :/

anyway, enjoy!!!

click here for part one of my bucktommy recs and here for part three :)

[queermatcha]

"Buckaroo, if you and Tommy would get married, what last name would you choose?" Buck looks up from where he's sitting at the dinner table of the station, munching on some vegetables he had cut up for himself as a snack. Hen sits down at the table too, across from him, smiling.

"Kinard. I want his name," he says without even missing a beat. Hen is apparently a bit surprised and she raises one of her eyebrows. "Really?" she asks. Buck nods. "Yep," he says, plopping a piece of yellow pepper into his mouth. "I've never felt any kind of deep connection to my name," the young firefighter then explains. "I even resented my first name because of my parents. And Tommy has changed that. He made me love my first name again." Smiling, Buck thinks of the way Tommy always calls him Evan and that makes his chest feel all warm. "But I'm definitely fine with letting go of the name Buckley."

"Evan Kinard does sound quite nice," Hen then comments and Buck beams at her. "But we can keep calling you Buck, right?" That question makes him laugh and he nods. "Of course, Hen!" And Hen smiles softly because the happiness in his eyes, his voice and his whole demeanor is such a great look on Buck.

[repressedqueen]

Me watching this scene for the first time:

"Tommy??" 🧐🤔🤷‍♀️

Me watching it again after 7x04 & 7x05:

"Tommy!!" 🥰🥹😌🤗💘

[mannafromtevan]

this one goes out to all the puritans and haters

[honestlydarkprincess]

you gotta be kitten me

buck x tommy || rated: t || wc: 2.1k

“Alright, well what do you— wait, did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Buck asked, baffled.

“It sounded like…” Tommy trailed off, looking around them for the source of the noise. “It sounded like a kitten.”

Or, the one where on the way back home from a date, Buck and Tommy find an abandoned kitten.

read on ao3

[tevanbegins]

~So my ultra-futuristic, utopian endgame vision for Tevan led to this fic (This is officially the second fic I wrote, but the first one I am posting anywhere.) Hope you enjoy, please comment and RB if you like!~

Math Troubles

Summary: On his day off, Buck steps in to help out his and Tommy's teenage daughter with her math assignment, while Tommy is out on duty. Unfortunately, Buck turns out to be more trouble than help, and Tommy has to intervene over the phone.

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"Dad," Spencer sighed in utter exasperation. "I think your help is taking me longer to do my math homework than if I were to do it on my own!"

"But sweetheart, it's taking longer because you aren't following the exact steps I'm showing you," Buck said adamantly, refusing to admit defeat. The father-daughter pair was sitting on the bed in Spencer's room, with the thirteen-year-old's books and stationery items scattered all around them.

"No. I'm calling Papa right now. Only he can save me from this--- this situation," insisted Spencer. She promptly video-called Tommy despite Buck's protests, desperately hoping he would answer. Meanwhile, Buck ruffled the pages of her Geometry textbook in search of some solid proof to back up his argument. Luckily for Spencer, Tommy's warm and scrunchy smile beamed through her phone's screen in a few seconds. "Hey Spence, my love. What's up?" he asked her.

"When are you going to be home, Papa? I need your help with my math homework, especially with this geometry assignment," Spencer replied, a pleading expression on her face.

"Sorry darling. My shift is on for another six hours at least, so I won't be home until later in the evening. I thought Dad was going to help you out since he is off-duty today?" Tommy enquired with a raised eyebrow.

"There. Thank you, Tommy!" Buck interrupted the conversation, rotating the phone in Spencer's hand horizontally so that Tommy could see them both. "That is exactly what I am doing, but our stubborn daughter refuses to solve the math problems per my methods. She says only you can save her from this situation, because apparently I can't. How humiliating is that!" Buck complained.

"I understand, Evan," Tommy gave Buck a mock-apologetic cluck, trying hard to stifle his laugh. He was well aware that math proficiency was his husband's biggest weak point-turned-self-esteem issue.

"C'mon Dad, you're just over-reacting," Spencer rolled her eyes at Buck. "I love you, but you need to accept that you are terrible at math!" she tried to soothe the burn with an extra sweet smile.

Tommy burst out laughing at Spencer's remark, but immediately pursed his lips when Buck shot him an angry look through the screen.

"No, I'm not!" Buck retorted, turning his attention away from the phone towards their daughter. "Spence. I agree I wasn't always the greatest at the subject, but haven't I told you the story of how I became a mathematical genius after getting struck by lightning?"

"Yes Dad, you have, about a million times. I know that legend by heart, but the genius part is hard to believe when you keep asking me to use the Pythagoras theorem on an oblique triangle!" Spencer justified her stance.

"Well, you won't even try using it before shooting me down like that!" Buck groaned. At that, Tommy felt an instant need to intervene before this Buckley-Kinard family conversation took a more hilarious turn, else his coworkers at the station would think he was going crazy from how hard he was laughing.

"Evan, my sweet, sweet husband," Tommy let out a deep sigh, still unable to get over how adorable, dorky, stubborn, and unintentionally funny Buck could be even after fifteen years of marriage. "You cannot use the Pythagoras theorem on an oblique triangle. It is simply not possible. You know why? Because it doesn't have any damn right angle in it!" he tried to reason.

"What now? The theorem doesn't apply to non-right angled triangles?" Buck gasped in shock.

"You see? Papa knows!" Spencer gave Tommy a thumbs up and a wide victory grin. "That's why I said only he can save me in this situation!" she said, looking at Buck. "Because your knowledge of basic geometric concepts itself seems questionable to me, sorry not sorry, Dad!"

"So you think your Papa is better than me at math? In spite of my lightning-induced mathematical super-abilities? Well, he can't be any better at math than I am!" Buck declared obstinately.

"Hey! Now that's a controversial thing to say. I'm a formally-licensed pilot — it's literally a prerequisite for my job to have good math skills!" Tommy cut in. "Have you maybe considered that your lightning thing was a limited-period offer from the Gods? I mean, poor Pythagoras must be rolling in his grave right now because of you, Evan," Tommy sniggered.

"What a snob!" Buck cried, looking flushed with embarrassment. "Remember, you won't be able to hide behind the phone screen when you face me at home tonight, Tommy!" he added in a stern voice, and then dramatically moved out of the view of the front camera lens.

"Spence darling, what trouble have you got me into with your Dad? I'm going to have to stop at a florist's shop on the way back home now," Tommy exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Tell him that only flowers is not going to cut it. He needs to get a big box of chocolates too, or else he won't be allowed into the house tonight," Buck nudged Spencer to convey the message, but Tommy had heard it loud and clear.

"Yes Evan. Flowers and chocolates it is!" Tommy responded, hiding a chuckle. "Well, I am going to hang up now. Before I can say anything more to piss him off," Tommy whispered to Spencer and winked. "Bye darling, see you later!"

"B-bye Papa, love you!" Spencer blew Tommy a kiss and then put her phone away after the call ended. Looking at Buck's expression, she snorted and got into a wild fit of laughter, so much that her belly hurt. And despite his pseudo-attempts at pretending to be upset over this roast session of his math skills, Buck burst out laughing too, alongside his daughter.

Good at math or not, Spencer knew she had the sweetest, funniest, and the most loving dads in the whole wide world, and she was the luckiest girl ever to have them both.

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[ezvlli]

Nothing but love and clouds surrounding us

Pair:  Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Tommy Kinard & Maddie Buckley

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 2 817

“9-1-1, what's your emergency?”

“I need to find the perfect ring for my boyfriend and I'm going to need help.”

“Don't worry sir. Help is on the way. ETA in 10 minutes”

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Tommy Kinard started his day with a mission. He's going to propose to Evan and for that he needs a ring. Problem: he cannot find the perfect. So, he calls reinforcement.

For @bucktommyweek 2024

[kinardsevan]

So my fic list is literally just getting longer, and I have the next chapter of my newest already started…

But there’s something else I have to write either before I finish that one, or concurrently with it. Oops 😂

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Prompt: Tommy angst? 👁👄👁

I didn't know I needed this. But I did. And I loved it, so, thanks! I combined this prompt with one of my personal head canons that one poor soul on Discord agreed to talk with me about 😂 So, have Tommy angst (about Buck, of course) and the idea, that Tommy might not be so confident after all.

Kill the Pain Away

–– I was gonna hope to choke the fire I was gonna face up and let go Oh, I was gonna ally with the golden guising And by the light of dawn, I'd put my brave face on ––

That evening in Buck's loft was etched in Tommy's memory.

Yes, also because of their first kiss that started something Tommy hadn't expected, though he appreciated it all the more. Most of all, he couldn’t forget it because Buck, that inimitable man with his puppy eyes and this smooth face had managed to coax a secret out of him, and he had willingly revealed it. As he’d opened up, Tommy had meant every word: he had been jealous of the bonds the 118 found after his leaving. He still was, actually.

Never as much as now.

As a pilot, Tommy wasn’t able to just cancel his shift, couldn’t ask anybody to take over when he was already in the air. And so, while his thoughts were far, far below, he continued to circle above the city that seemed so much bigger than usual. And although he usually enjoyed escaping the hustle and bustle, would have exchanged the street for the clouds at any day, right now he wanted nothing more to be on solid ground. But right now, he couldn’t, and he had nothing but his thoughts and a text message he’d already stared at for about ten times. It was a tough shift, as it often was when air support was needed; it was hard to control the fire, but even harder to contain the one burning in his chest.

The text was from Hen, and he’d been wondering for half an hour whether she had only written because she felt she owed him. Those were dark thoughts, Tommy knew, but sometimes, they were unstoppable; especially up here, trapped in the cockpit which was meant to be his freedom. The message was terse, unemotional, yet it evoked so many emotions in him.

Buck injured during op. Heading to St Mary’s now.

Contrary to his fondness for Hallmark movies, Tommy wasn't interested in astrology, he didn't believe in fate and thought love at first sight was a beautiful but irrational myth. Meeting Buck, and more so, learning that the cool kid of the 118 was interested in him, had been... strange, and kind of overwhelming. As luck would have it, he made friends with Eddie very quickly, and both he and his boy mentioned Buck remarkably often. From this, Tommy gathered the man had taken his place at the 118 in an extraordinary way. They had only exchanged a few words during the breakneck rescue operation for Athena and Bobby, and when the next opportunity arose, Tommy was prepared to meet some kind of superman. Somehow Hen, Howard and even Bobby and Athena, who were adamant about thanking him personally, managed to weave Buck into every conversation.

Tommy was therefore surprised that the man turned out to be anything but one of the usual powerhouses, brimming with self-confidence; not one of those arrogant types who rush into every burning house but have no respect for their colleagues.

Buck looked like a surfer boy, but Tommy sensed that something was lurking behind this façade of sunshine. Something about Buck was purely Evan, and it was mesmerizing. 

Even more surprising for Tommy was to realize he was head over heels in love.

They had told him the man was a notorious womanizer, ironically they thought this was common ground, "you'll like him, you'll definitely have something to talk about, your exes". It was clear they meant women, because nobody in the 118 knew at this time. But Buck had sent out some very mixed signals in Tommy’s eyes, and yes, maybe he had been his gay awakening or some shit. Buck, at any rate, had been his awakening of sorts. Maybe Tommy was just a romantic deep inside, but this man, this man…

Tommy's radio crackled, and he bit his lower lip until it bled. Thinking of Buck distracted him, and that was irresponsible. How many times had his hand jerked to his phone, ready to answer the message, to ask questions, to beg for information. He hadn't done it because not only would it have been highly unprofessional; he shouldn't even have looked at the phone while he was on the job.

"10-19 for active units on scene, fire under control."

Tommy hastily tapped the intercom button, "Air support dismissed?"

"Copy that, air support dismissed."

Dispatch sounded almost cheerful, and perhaps there was reason to be – the fire was under control, according to the radio reports there were no casualties; these were the good, the satisfying jobs. Tommy, however, was anything but content. For the first time in a long time he wasn’t even interested in how the job had turned out. The cockpit was suddenly tighter than ever before, the ground much further away, and the loop he had to fly seemed to take so much longer. His hand gripped the controls so hard that his knuckles turned white.

That message could mean anything.

Anyone who was not interested in logic, in cool calculations, was not suited to be a pilot. In this respect, it was pointless to get carried away with what ifs. On the other hand, pilots without instinct were just machine operators. But his instincts weren't helping Tommy right now, except to remind him of all the things that could go wrong. Because one thing Buck really was: a fucking daredevil.

Tommy had experienced it once, during one of those dates that simply hadn’t happened because an incident had interrupted it. Every firefighter knew that a day off could very quickly turn into an emergency call-out. Like most in the services, they took it with humor, they collected the incidents and called them their overtime list, hours to make up for later in bed.

This one time, Tommy had happened to drive right past the accident on his way home, catching a glimpse of the 118 in action. Something inside him had struck a chord of wistfulness, but then he’d seen Evan. No, at that moment he had really just been Buck. Buck, who threw himself under a burning vehicle with a child trapped underneath.

Every firefighter suffered injuries at some point. They all had scars, and they were unduly proud of them. But some of them did not boast about the strength of the fire in which they were burned, nor about the weight of the steel that had trapped them. Some scars were rarely shown, and some were internal: all these were from saved lives. And Tommy knew what it was like to be the one to whom this happened. The one who was hurt. No one was really prepared for the pain, and no one liked to remember it. What Tommy hadn't known, however, was what it would be like to be on the other side. Anyone who got injured was afraid; a fact that was often left out of the bragging stories. But that kind of fear was completely different to the one he felt now, this fear was terrifying.

And how did this happen in the first place? A pair of blue eyes and a sunshine face, that wouldn't have been enough to penetrate his façade in the past. But somehow that's what it was all about. To look behind the guise. Making yourself vulnerable without hurting. Because what was really deep inside was beautiful, worth letting out and discovering –but it was still terrifying. He had only known the guy for a few weeks. Buck had stormed into his life, throwing himself into this crazy rescue operation with determination, a look in those pretty eyes that clearly said, you better get on with this, because I will walk through fire for these people.

There was something about him that magnetically attracted other people, and it wasn't just his handsome face or his sometimes awkward charm. Something about him had made a string in Tommy resonate that hadn't been tuned for a while. Something in Buck made people go through the blaze for him, too. Tommy would happily return to the fire that they had already successfully fought, would walk right through the embers if he had to, if only it was clear in the end that nothing had happened to Evan.

As the aircraft sank lower, he tried to relax his hand so as not to jerk the controls, but he couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering to that blank text message again and again. He had no regrets about leaving the 118; changing jobs had been the right decision at the time. But that dark voice inside him whispered that he should never have left, because these people were with Evan now, they had all the information they weren't sharing with him because he wasn't a part of them... That was irrational, after all, he would probably never have met Buck if he had stayed. He would never have met Evan. Evan, who had been hurt out there, probably in some reckless act; who may have been in pain, scared, but who wasn't alone.

Tommy, however, was alone, still high above the city, and as he got closer to the ground and the vehicles and people got bigger, he appeared to shrink. Would Buck even need him? What if everything wasn't so bad, and after all, his friends were with him… and Tommy, the onlooker, would get weird looks because he hadn't just called, hadn't just answered a message, but had rushed to the hospital with this panic in his eyes.

They had not yet given a name to what was between them. Tommy had been Buck's date for a wedding that had taken place unplanned in a hospital; and as they stood there, everyone had seen there was something, but what exactly? They hadn't suddenly turned up together wherever they went, hadn't picked each other up from work or introduced each other as "this is my boyfriend" at random meetings with friends. It was almost as if they had both navigated around this first, invisible cliff in their relationship.

So what if Buck thought it would be odd for him to show up at the hospital? After nothing but a few dates, far too few kisses and even fewer nights that Tommy remembered when the day was long and Evan was across town? Tommy wasn't part of the 118, and maybe not a real part of Buck.

He landed the aircraft mechanically, did the paperwork, answered questions and couldn’t have told how he got into his car. He didn't recall the trip to the hospital either, but he did remember putting on a confident, relaxed face in the elevator mirror.

They were all there, and his heart sank as cold fear crept up and down his spine.

Henrietta and Howard, whom they called Chimney for some inexplicable reason and who had somehow grown close to Tommy’s heart. The captain, Bobby, who made a more than just serious face. Ravi, who was no longer a probie, but was still busy getting coffee to distract himself or the others. Eddie, traces of dirt on his face, constantly scratching his arm, which looked suspiciously singed. Buck’s sister, Maddie, which was the most disturbing sight, because if she had managed to get here, things were serious. 

She was the first to catch sight of him, turning by chance as the elevator door opened, and then there was an expression flickering across her face that confused him, something he couldn't place. Howard's mouth formed a silent oh, as if surprised to see him, and Hen glanced first at Tommy, then at her phone. I shouldn't have come, Tommy thought, but everyone was here, and he wanted to be here, he wanted nothing more than to know what was going on.

He faltered, but started walking slowly towards them. Maddie suddenly approached him, touched his arm like some delicate flower and said, "Oh dear, I'm sorry, I should have called you."

Tommy's false smile of confidence crumbled.

"I assumed you were on call, you didn't answer," Hen said, who had somehow also appeared next to him, "I didn't want to worry you, so I kept it short."

Well, now you've got me worried, Tommy intended to say, because he recognized very well that she was using her first responder voice, the tone reserved for patients and relatives. Now he noticed that they were all surrounding him; it was frightening, but there was nothing but genuine concern on their faces.

"Buck already asked for you," Bobby said, and Tommy finally found his voice again.

"What's going on anyway?" he asked.

All of a sudden, the tension was released. He received encouraging pats on the back, was pushed to a seat, and Hen sat down with him and laid out in concise words a story he had heard many times before.

Tommy had known firefighters who kissed a St. Florian badge before a job, yet it rarely helped – things just went wrong sometimes. Someone stumbled over the hose, jammed the ladder or grabbed the axe at the wrong end. And sometimes a fire could not be contained, with a flame so bright you could no longer see, a roaring so deafening you could no longer hear. Then you were at the mercy of danger, and those were the missions that no one would forget. The ones where no lives could be saved, there were only casualties. It was bad, and it was reflected in every single face around him.

"But he's conscious?" Tommy asked, tuning out the list of injuries he had just heard, concentrating only on Bobby's words. Buck had asked for him.

Bobby and Hen exchanged a look, and Bobby said, "I'll ask the doctor if you can see him."

I'm not a relative, Tommy thought to say, but he could see in the other’s eyes that it didn’t matter. They were family, even if not by blood, and an unwritten law allowed emergency services to be with their wounded in times of need. And all of this screamed that he was a relative after all, at least in spirit. Maybe because he had been part of the 118 before, but maybe mainly because he belonged to Buck.

If that was true. If Buck wanted that, too.

But it seemed that everyone else accepted this, just as they included him in their care and concern. It was almost pleasant if he hadn't been so tense; so full of adrenaline, as if he was about to turn a corner of a building already burning brightly.

And then, again without knowing exactly how he had put one foot in front of the other, he stood in Buck's room. All of a sudden, the strain actually disappeared, as is often the case when reality has overtaken your worst expectations and you can finally focus on the truth. The truth was that Buck looked very young and very vulnerable amidst all the equipment and tubes and bandages, but the truth was also that he was alive; and as bad as everything was, he was going to get better.

Tommy pulled up a chair, sat down and grabbed Buck's hand without thinking. Did it matter if Buck actually wanted him? Perhaps a very selfish thought, because right now Tommy seemed to need this touch much more than Buck, who was asleep. It was a misjudgment, because those beautiful blue eyes opened, and even though his gaze wasn't completely focused, it was directed at Tommy.

"Evan," Tommy said softly, the name flowing from his lips as easily as the weight that was taken from his mind in that moment.

"I was wondering when my boyfriend was gonna show up," Buck mumbled sleepily, but with that inimitable grin that neither a few broken bones nor a bunch of painkillers could seem to take away from him.

Tommy's heart stumbled, but he smiled.

"It's not like I could interrupt a perfectly good job to console you for your lousy one."

"Console me now, think I need it."

"Call me your boyfriend again, and I might," Tommy said, while his mind kept repeating the truth: Evan wanted him.

"I've already bragged to all the nurses about my handsome boyfriend."

Buck’s voice got softer, his words choppier, but Tommy held his hand long after he fell asleep.

He had no intention of letting go of it anytime soon.