This event will run from October 1st to October 31st, with daily prompts that fit the autumn vibes!
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This event will hold TWO prompt lists:
TRICK: spooky and eerie prompts
TREAT: cute and fluffy prompts
Some prompts work well for TRICK or TREAT and will be held on the same day!
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“You guys got called in for the zombie run too?” Eddie asked Tommy when he spotted him handing out water to the walking dead.
“All hands on deck,” Tommy nodded, gesturing to the 217 engine.
“Buck’s helping triage, but I’ll see if I can send him over here,” Eddie said.
“Oh, you don’t—”
“No, I do.” Eddie paused to lean in. “He’s been moping all shift cause he didn’t think he’d see you.”
“I mean, if it helps you,” Tommy said graciously.
Eddie rolled his eyes at Tommy and walked away.
Tommy kept himself busy, running through basic questions with the different race participants, making sure there were no late signs of heat stroke popping up and handing out copious amounts of water bottles that the race coordinators had brought over.
It took about fifteen minutes, but when he paused for his own water break — their turnouts were nearly as hot as the costumes the zombies were wearing in the late fall heatwave — Evan sidled up next to him. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Firefighter Buckley,” Tommy said, offering him a water.
“Firefighter Kinard,” Buck accepted the water, quickly downing half the bottle. “What a day for the zombies, huh?”
“You'd think they would have postponed,” Tommy said dryly. “Not like the heat wave hasn't been in the news all week.”
“It's late October, who would think a 90 plus heat wave was actually happening?” Buck said. “They're just trying to have fun.”
“I think it's a failure.”
“I'm having fun,” Buck teased, looking up at him from under his lashes.
“This part’s pretty good,” Tommy agreed. “How much time do you have over here?”
“They said I could stay until we head out,” Buck smiled.
“Awesome,” Tommy returned the smile. “Ready to hydrate some of the walking dead?”
“Absolutely,” Buck finished the last of his water. “Let's get to it.”
“Sorry I’m late,” Tommy called as he walked in the front door, then spotted Jee’s tiny shoes at the front door. “Evan, do we have a guest? Perhaps my favourite guest?”
He heard Jee’s laugh before he saw her, and he bent down to catch her as she barreled into the front hall, sweeping her up into a hug and letting her cling to him like a koala as he walked into the kitchen.
“Hi,” Evan said, watching as the oven timer counted down. “Jee decided she did want to come frost cookies with us.”
“Ah, finally decided your uncles are cool again?” Tommy teased, tickling her sides. Jee yelped and laughed into his ear, holding on tighter. “I was so sad when you said you weren’t coming.”
“Uncle Buck said he’d let me pick the cookie shapes.”
“Oh yeah? What did you pick?”
“The pumpkin, the ghost, and the monster!”
Tommy fully looked around the kitchen for the first time, noting the stackable cookie racks that were completely full on almost every flat surface.
“Oh, she got you good,” Tommy laughed at Evan. “Okay Miss Jee, you’re the boss. What colours do we need?”
She finally let him put her down on the kitchen island and she started counting off the colours. “Orange, white, green, purple and pink.”
“Maddie might have introduced her to the purple people eater song,” Evan told him.
“A one eyed one horned flying purple people eater!” Jee sang on cue. “But purple and pink, that’s cooler.”
“Definitely cooler,” Tommy agreed. “Which cookies do you want to start with?”
“Ghosts are almost cooled,” Evan offered, looking at Jee. She tilted her head like a mini-Evan and nodded.
“Okay, the white icing doesn’t need any dye added,” Tommy said. “Is there any other colour you want to use for them?”
Tommy settled in next to Buck on the couch, placing the popcorn bowl between them on the coffee table.
“You sure you want to do a scary movie?” He asked skeptically.
“Why not?” Buck shrugged. “It's like, a fall tradition. Perfect for Halloween season.”
“You don't really like them though.”
“I'm willing to give them another try.”
Tommy leaned back against the couch, pressing his side against Buck. “You can hold onto me if you get scared,” he offered.
Buck snorted. “Okay big guy, sure.”
“I thought I was supposed to hold onto you if I got scared,” Buck said, amusement in his voice as he watched Tommy pull the blanket up over his face, pulling it down periodically to check on the screen.
“I forgot this one had eye stuff,” he hissed, “I hate eye injuries.”
“What happens if you see an eye injury at work?” Buck asked, curious.
“I'm up front flying! I don't see any injuries!”
“Aw, poor baby,” Buck teased.
“Evan, just tell me when it's over,” Tommy begged, hiding behind the blanket again.
“Okay, I gotcha,” Buck promised, pulling the blanket fully over Tommy's head, snickering as he did.
Tommy winced as he listened to the movie and the cries of the injured man until they petered off. Buck waited for another minute before giving Tommy the all clear and waiting for him to pull down the blanket.
“We can watch something else,” Buck offered. “Nature documentary? Watch some animals try to rip each other apart?”
“I'm good,” Tommy promised.
“Unless there's more eye stuff?”
“Evan.” Tommy's voice was flat.
“You picked the movie! You have to admit it's a little funny.”
“We are never telling anyone about this.”
“Are you kidding? I'm putting it in my vows.” Buck laughed as Tommy threw a handful of popcorn at him, catching some kernels in his mouth.
Bucktommyween Day 30 🎃 Treat - Explicit | Buck’s been wanting to try something in bed that involves Tommy’s powers. Some bondage involved.
A/N: yay finally some sex in this series!
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After some in depth discussions and more than a few kink discoveries; Buck was ready to try something a little … different. He wants to take advantage of one of Tommy's certain abilities.
“Okay, so wrists tied together and arms tied down so you can’t move them?” Tommy asks to make sure he’s got it right. Buck was very specific.
“Mhmm yeah, I just want my arms and hands restrained so I don’t go reaching for you and accidentally injure you while you’re …” Buck trails off, blushing.
“While I’m invisible,” Tommy easily finishes. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. It’s going to be so hot. I feel safe with you, whether or not your hands are tied.” He leans forward to kiss his boyfriend as they lounge on the bed facing each other.
“Yeah? You’re into this too?” Buck asks, eyes huge with nervous hope, pupils already blown out with anticipation.
“Mhmm,” Tommy hums in affirmation. The hand not propping up his head is mindlessly stroking up and down Buck’s side - his hand slips underneath the soft t-shirt to get at bare skin. “The thought of riding you - seeing your dick inside me, watching you come inside me … ” Tommy bites his lip as he feels the rush of his own arousal flood his veins.
Buck’s answer is just a long groan and a tug on Tommy’s shirt to pull him closer. He presses their bodies as close as he can from head to toe, trailing biting kisses up and down Tommy’s throat.
“Want it, need it,” Buck mumbles into heated skin.
“Yeah? You want it now, baby?” Tommy asks even though he’s well aware of the answer.
“Please,” Buck pleads.
Then it’s a mad dash to get undressed and ban Winnie from the room. She lets out an indignant meow so Buck makes a mental note to take her on an extra long walk later.
Tommy ties Buck’s wrists together and secures his upper arms so they’re tight against the sides of his chest. They also make sure Buck is propped up on a pile of pillows so he can see everything. During this part, Tommy takes his time to carefully tie the knots, making sure the ropes have even pressure.
It’s silent aside from their breathing; Tommy straddling Buck’s hips as he works, taking breaks to check in or pressing a kiss to wherever he can reach.
“You’re so beautiful, honey. Do you know that? How amazing you are?” Tommy praises Buck as his hands deftly smooth across the ropes, slipping a finger underneath to check the tension. Buck’s skin is on fire where the ropes are - that’s mainly due to the heat in Tommy’s eyes that’s meant for him and him only.
“Okay, I think I’m done, how does it feel? Any pinching or too tight areas?” Tommy asks. He sits back on Buck’s thighs admiring his handiwork.
Buck shifts and tugs testing the resistance of the ties then shakes his head.
“Words, baby,” Tommy gently commands while petting his stomach
“Good- they feel good yeah,” Buck answers quickly, blushing all the way down to his chest this time.
“Perfect, now don’t use your witchy powers to untie yourself,” Tommy winks but they both know he’s half joking - it’s all part of the scene. ”What’s your safe word?”
“‘Lavender’ or ‘red’”, Buck confirms.
Tommy smiles and kisses him. “Very good, and what’s your color now?”
“Green as can be,” Buck says, taking a deep breath, absolutely ready for whatever Tommy is going to do.
“Amazing, honey. Okay first, imma put this blind fold on you and I’ll take it off once I’m fully invisible. Sounds good?”
Buck nods enthusiastically, then quickly remembers, “yeah, yeah that’s good.”
Tommy slips the soft piece of satin around Buck’s head and ties it above one ear. Buck’s shaky breath sends a shiver down Tommy’s spine.
Buck feels Tommy’s big hands framing his face then feels a soft kiss pressed to his lips.
“Love you, baby, so much,” Tommy whispers.
“Love you more,” Buck answers back automatically. Then all at once Tommy’s weight is gone as he climbs off Buck’s lap and the bed.
While blindfolded the seconds feel like minutes. Buck immediately misses the grounding touch and solid weight of Tommy. He tries his best not to fidget - concentrating on calming breaths, but it’s challenging when he’s already half hard and knows what’s coming.
After what felt like an hour, which was probably more like a minute; Buck hears Tommy’s low voice near his ear.
“Alright, baby, I’m going to take off the blind fold now. How are you feeling?”
“Good. Ready,” Bucks says. He blows out a breath through puckered lips.
The blind fold is removed so Buck’s eyes readjust to the soft lighting of the room - he can’t see even a hint of Tommy, but he feels his presence by his right side.
“Tommy?” Buck has to ask, even though he knows Tommy is right there with him, his brain is fighting with his logic.
“I’m here, honey,” Tommy says. His voice is softer, gentler than usual as to not spook Buck.
“Okay,” is all Buck says. It’ll take his brain a little bit to adjust; he has to lean into the trust he has for his boyfriend.
The bed dips with Tommy’s weight. He must be sitting on the side or kneeling beside Buck.
“I’ll tell you where I’m going to touch you at first so you can get used to it,” Tommy says. “Imma touch your right shoulder now.”
The sensation of Tommy’s touch is somehow magnified without the visual cue - Buck is now fully zeroed in on that point of contact. Just this innocent touch to his shoulder sends sparks down his spine. The pinpoint touch evolves to a full hand covering his shoulder - the sensation moving down his bicep and skimming over ropes.
“How’s this feel?”
”Good, kinda strange,” Buck answers, hearing Tommy chuckle.
“Strange good or strange bad?”
“Strange good,” Buck says. “I feel it even more somehow.”
The touch roams down Buck’s right arm over his hands and up his left arm. It’s slow, methodical, and torturous.
“Something about when you take away one sense making the others heightened. Probably similar to that,” Tommy muses.
Tommy’s hand is gone after a minute; Buck has to hold back a whine.
“I’m gonna touch your stomach,” Tommy says before he smooths a flat palm across Buck’s abdomen. Buck pushes up into the heat of Tommy’s hand. This time Buck moans out loud - a mix of contentedness and desperation.
“Yeah, baby? That feel good?” It’s more of a rhetorical question; Tommy can read Buck’s body like a book now.
“Tommy-,” Buck groans. He arches his hips up off the bed.
“Yes, honey?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice.
“Please, touch me.”
“I am touching you, babe.”
Buck groans in frustration, willing Tommy’s hand lower. Finally Tommy gets the hint and slides hand down to cup Buck’s rapidly growing erection through his briefs.
That sends lightening down Buck’s spine, making him look like he’s desperately humping the air and not Tommy’s hand. Once again Buck’s cheeks grow hot looking down at his tied wrists and the growing wet spot on his briefs.
“Ready for these to be taken off?” Tommy asks, hooking his fingers into the waistband.
“God yes,” Buck breathes out. His mouth drops open as he lifts his hips and sees his underwear being slid off his legs. He'd laugh if he wasn't so turned on at the sight of his briefs seemingly moving on their own.
There's familiar hands on each thigh, slowly stroking up and down. Just to tease Buck a little more until he can't help himself and lets out a little whine.
Tommy's right hand smooths up to his crotch, at a glacial pace wraps his hand around Buck's aching cock.
The sigh of relief Buck lets out moves through his entire body, working to relax all his tense muscles. He feels himself sinking further into the bed.
“God, babe, you feel so good, this is amazing already,” Buck coos with closed eyes just reveling in Tommy’s touch. He’ll never get tired of Tommy's sure hands on him.
He hears Tommy hum contently somewhere down between his legs.
Buck looks down to see nothing but his own naked body and his dick being tugged on without a hand to be seen, which is an all new kind of erotic. It makes Buck’s breath catch in his throat.
“Babe, where are you looking?” Buck asks because he needs to know. He feels so exposed; every nerve is on fire.
“At your beautiful face,” Tommy answers, unfairly calm. “You know I love watching your face when I’m taking you apart. Nothing gets me harder than watching you.”
Buck makes an unattractive sound somewhere between a groan and a mewl.
“Do you want my mouth?” Tommy asks. Just the thought makes Buck’s brain short circuit.
“Ahh, yes, but no!” Buck babbles which makes Tommy’s hand stop stroking. “I mean I'm gonna blow if you do that, I wanna come inside you,” he explains.
“Mmmm,” Tommy hums - cockiness bleeding through. But doesn’t have it in him to call his boyfriend out. Besides, he's always hot for his man and loves to show it.
“Shall we move to the main event then?” Tommy’s voice wafts up to him.
“Yes please,” Buck pleads because he would come in about a minute with Tommy’s hand alone.
“Okay lemme get lubed up and then imma get on top of you,” Tommy says. Buck gets a moment to collect himself. He’s grateful for the brief break, so he doesn’t come the second he’s inside Tommy. As he catches his breath he watches the floating lube bottle open, squirt out a good amount of lube, then close again, getting tossed out of the way.
The wet sounds mixed with Tommy’s moans are particularly obscene. He can’t see what Tommy is doing to himself but from context he knows he’s stretching himself open on his own fingers.
It helps that Buck fucked Tommy the day before, so the prep isn’t as drawn out.
Buck feels a warm touch slide over his bound hands. “You ready, baby?” Tommy asks.
“Yes, yeah, so ready,” Buck breathes out. He feels Tommy’s weight loom over his upper body by the heat radiating off him. His mouth is captured in a dirty open mouthed kiss. It’s still mind blowing to Buck that even when Tommy is completely unseen he is still so solid.
All of sudden Tommy’s mouth was gone and there was a hand on Buck’s cock. Buck let out a punched out moan as he is being stroked again and feeling himself at Tommy’s slick entrance. Feeling the sensation but not seeing himself disappear into Tommy makes his brain go haywire. He has to close his eyes as Tommy sinks down.
Without sight the noises and sensations are amplified - everything is louder and hotter, Tommy is so tight and wet - weakening Buck’s resolve by the second.
Buck’s arms tugging uselessly at the ropes; twitching and desperate for touch. Usually Buck’s hands would automatically find Tommy’s hips or thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise.
Tommy must suspect Buck’s strain, so he asks, “color, baby?” His voice is starting to sound wrecked.
“Green- green,” Buck gasps out, chest heaving. “I’m good, I promise. I don’t think I’m going to last all that long though.”
There’s a gentle hand placed on Buck’s chest, smoothing over chest hair. “That’s okay baby, I won’t be far behind you. You feel fucking amazing inside me. Fuck.” The last word is a whisper.
“I’m gonna start moving,” Tommy tells Buck.
“O-okay, god yeah,” Buck babbles. Most of his words now are incomprehensible.
Tommy stabilizes his hands on Buck’s chest as he rocks his hips up and down. It feels as though Tommy is using Buck for his own pleasure; not caring about what Buck wants at the moment. Shaky breaths and self indulgent moans fill the quiet room. It just serves to get Buck racing to finish all that much faster.
There’s a loss of pressure on one side of Buck’s chest which tells him that Tommy took back his right hand. The slick noises that follow tell him that Tommy is stroking himself - probably in that tight grip that he loves.
“Oh my god, baby, are you touching yourself?” Buck asks even though he knows the answer.
“Mmm yeah,” Tommy answers lazily, his voice seems so far away now. “Feels so good, I had to.”
Buck answers with a pained groan; he’s not going to be able to hold out much longer. “Ahh, fuck, babe, I’m so fucking close. Just keep going,” Buck tells Tommy through his labored breathing.
Tommy then takes a hold of Buck’s wrists, gently pushing his arms down as far as they will go against his chest. Buck feels hot breath against his neck, cluing him that Tommy’s face pushed into his neck.
“Imma keep going until you come inside me, baby. Want you to see it - spilling inside me. Want you to see yourself filling me up, making a mess- claiming me,” Tommy says against the hot skin of Buck’s throat.
By now Buck’s hips and thighs are involuntarily twitching, he’s past the point of no return. “Oh, fuck, yeah just like- fuck!” Buck swears as he keeps bucking his hips into Tommy, watching his cum spill out, getting pressed against the walls inside of Tommy. Breath continues to stutter out as he continues to come. He can’t think of a time he’s come this hard in his life.
“Holy shit, that’s got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” Buck pants as he starts to come back to earth.
Tommy chuckles into the side of Buck’s sweaty neck. He leaves a kiss there before lifting back up to get his leverage again. All he needs is a few more thrusts.
“Baby, I’m close, I don’t think I can hold my invisibility anymore,” Tommy pants out, properly out of breath now.
“That’s okay, honey. Let go. Lemme see you.”
With a gasp, all of Tommy comes back into view in an instant. Buck is so overwhelmed with affection for the other man, he subconsciously undoes the ties around his wrists telekinetically and grips Tommy’s thighs.
Tommy finally lets his body go and comes all over Buck’s stomach and chest. He collapses into a spent heap onto Buck’s chest.
Once he catches his breath and registers the feeling of Buck scratching up and down his shoulders he asks, “did you undo your ties?”
“Just the one around my wrist. By accident. I just wanted to touch you so bad,” Buck explains.
“Hmmm you're forgiven only if you keep scratching,” Tommy slurs.
“As you wish,” Buck agrees and continues his slow scratches up and down. He knows he’s got to move soon because the drying cum on his chest will become uncomfortable and Winnie is due to paw at the door any moment, but for right now he’s going to sink into this bliss.
Hi! Happy Halloween everyone! I thought I'd write a little last ficlet for @bucktommyween, whose prompt today is, of course, Halloween. This is just a tiny little, fluffy, slice of life. Buck's costume is inspired by @kitty-tommykinarddefender's adorable art and Tommy's inspired by the many conversations I've had with @pumpkinevann about this lol.
Also, I like to think this takes place in a universe where Buck and Tommy got back together a long time ago and they're currently spending tonight cuddled on the couch after handing out candy. 😊🎃
bucktommy - words: 685 - rating: teen - complete
Tommy isn't sure if he ever expected this to happen, honestly. He hoped it would, sure, a few failed relationships after getting out of a long-term engagement to a woman made him think it would never happen, began to think he just wasn't cut out to be anyone's long term.
And then he met and fell in love with Evan Buckley and now they're six months into round 2 of a relationship, having just moved in together, and are handing out candy to giggling children on Halloween.
"Oh man," Evan says as he closes the door after the half-dozenth time. "They're all so cute."
Tommy grins and tugs at the waist of his very orange pumpkin costume. "You look cute."
Evan's cuteness is increased when he blushes. "I lost a bet with Eddie."
Tommy snickers. "I know. I read the text chain, remember? Doesn't mean you look less adorable, though."
Evan gives him a once over. "You look hot. It's actually really unfair, why am I dressed like a pumpkin and you're dressed like that?"
Tommy looks down at his makeshift costume. The whole idea had been Brendan Fraser as Rick O'Connell from The Mummy. He'd gotten the fake gun holsters and a dark shirt is unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. He'd gotten the idea when he'd introduced Evan to the movie and he's spent most of it drooling over both Evie and Rick. Tommy had agreed that was totally fair.
"Because you lost that bet with Eddie," Tommy says wryly. Evan rolls his eyes as Tommy grabs him by the waist and pulls him in for a kiss. "I still think you definitely could have pulled off Evie."
Evan's eyes darken. "Next year," he promises as the doorbell rings again and they're back at it.
The end of the night finally comes and they collapse next to each other on the couch, the candy bowl between them, picking at the last of the snickers bars and milky ways. Thank God they got so much chocolate, Tommy thinks, he's been looking forward to this.
And to this...he looks at Evan, who's still in his pumpkin costume, though he's taken off the little hat with the green stem on it. He looks sweet and sleepy as he munches on a piece of Starburst. This is what he loves the most, these quiet nights with him, where they relax and unwind together.
Tommy revels in the fact that he's found his person.
Evan must sense that Tommy's staring at him, because he finishes his candy and turns to him with a little smile. "What?"
Tommy grins. "Tell me some pumpkin facts."
"Ooh," Evan says excitedly. "I looked some up-"
Of course you did, Tommy thinks fondly, as Evan continues, "-they're actually a type of berry that are made of 90% water. They also take kind of a long time to grow, they're usually planted in the spring and harvested in the fall, which makes sense, right, since they're such a symbol for fall. Oh! Also, Jack-O-Lanterns come from an Irish—what, why are you looking at me like that?"
If Tommy didn't know better, he'd think cartoon hearts shaped like pumpkins were shooting out of his eyes. "Nothing, I just...I love you so much."
Evan practically melts. He moves the candy bucket and shifts so Tommy has 6'2 of pumpkin-shaped human in his lap and he takes Evan's weight, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"I love you too," Evan says softly. "I'm so glad we're here."
"Me too." Tommy kisses him gently. "My pumpkin man."
Evan groans on a laugh, surely about to argue, but Tommy braces himself and stands. Evan lets out a noise of surprise but gets with the program quickly, wrapping his legs around Tommy's waist. It's a little awkward, the pumpkin costume is a little bulky, but they make it work; they always do.
"Happy Halloween, Tommy," Evan says happily as Tommy lays him gently on the bed.
Tommy pauses in his quest to figure out how to get him out of that costume. "Happy Halloween, sweetheart."
@bucktommyween day 14 prompt, rating: t, 310 words
“I wasn’t a big apple cider fan as a kid,” Tommy said, blowing carefully on the hot liquid. “But I have to say, it’s growing on me.”
“The view and the company probably help,” Buck said, staring out at the landscape in front of them.
“It is very autumnal,” Tommy agreed.
Buck laughed. “That is not what I meant and you know it.”
Tommy smiled at him. “The company is definitely a highlight.”
Buck snuggled up under the blankets they’d brought out after dinner. “I still can’t believe we get to be here.”
“Really? Like, here, or on vacation?”
“A vacation on the other side of the country,” Buck clarified. “That actually got to happen. The last, what, three we’ve had to cancel last minute?”
“A run of bad luck,” Tommy agreed. “But we finally made it.”
“Listen, I know we got excited about the fire pit, but what if we don't have s'mores tonight?” Buck suggested.
“And what would we do instead?” Tommy asked.
“You can’t guess?” Buck smirked. “I thought we could stay out here until the sun sets and then get acquainted with that nice big bed inside.”
Tommy put his drink down carefully and pulled Buck closer, draping his arms around his middle. “I think we could do that,” he said, lips catching the shell of Buck’s ear.
Buck couldn’t stop the involuntary shiver that ran through his body.
“Cold?” Tommy asked, rubbing his hands up and down Buck’s arms like he was trying to warm him up.
“Rude,” Buck said, smacking his hand lightly.
“Sorry,” Tommy said, not sounding sorry at all. “You sure you want to wait until sunset?
“Keep it in your pants a little longer Kinard,” Buck teased.
“But I had to watch you use a clipboard and a spreadsheet.”
“There’ll be another sunset tomorrow,” Buck shot up, pulling Tommy behind him.
@bucktommyween day 13 prompt, rating: g, 310 words
“You have got to be kidding me!”
“Werewolves not swearwolves, Diaz,” Tommy yelled back from where he was lounging on the couch with Buck. Buck snickered as he scrolled through the Halloween movie list Tommy had made to find something for them to watch.
Eddie stomped back out to the living room, looking for all the world like a wolf about to huff and puff down a house. “This stupid beard won’t come off!”
“What did you use to put it on?” Tommy asked, sitting up.
“I dunno, one of your friends did it for me,” Eddie said.
“Okay, rule number one, never let a drag queen do your makeup unless you know what they used and how to get it off,” Tommy swung his legs off the couch and walked over to Eddie, peering carefully at the beard and gently pulling at the edge where it joined his skin.
Eddie hissed through his teeth.
“I’m betting spirit gum or wig glue,” Tommy determined.
“How do I get it off?” Eddie complained.
“I have some desolver,” Tommy said, heading for the bathroom.
“Desolver?” Eddie squeaked, then cleared his throat. “You mean for the glue, right?”
“Yes, for the glue, not your skin,” Tommy’s voice floated back down the hall. “Get in here so we can get a move on with the movie.”
“Is Practical Magic any good?” Buck called in the general direction of the bathroom.
“Is Practical Magic — ?” Tommy cut himself off. “Yes, it’s good. Pick that one.”
“Ouch!” Eddie yelped.
“Such a baby,” Tommy muttered.
“I’ll get the popcorn,” Buck said. “Eddie, I told you not to rewear that costume.”
“But I already had it and I hate the halloween stores,” Eddie complained.
“Then stop complaining,” Buck called before starting the microwave timer for the popcorn.
“Stop moving,” Tommy ordered from the bathroom. Eddie groaned again but complied.
@bucktommyween prompt day 12, rating: g, 310 words
“You know it's usually Easter where people hide candy,” Buck said, watching Tommy in the backyard. “Halloween’s a door to door to thing.”
“But we're both working on Halloween and we have Jee on the twenty ninth,” Tommy said, tucking one of the orange pumpkin capsules being the barbecue. “So we can't take her trick or treating. It's a compromise.”
“Trying to steal the best uncle title from me, huh Kinard?” Buck teased. “You know she'd be happy with a bowl of candy.”
“But they make pumpkin and ghost Easter eggs now — you know what I mean,” Tommy said as Buck laughed, tossing him one of the ghosts.
Buck cracked it open and pulled the wrapper off the Starburst inside, popping it in his mouth.
“Are you stealing candy from your niece?” Tommy asked, aghast.
“You gave it to me!” Buck said around a mouthful of candy.
Tommy snorted, hiding the last of the candy before returning to Buck. “Everyone likes a treasure hunt — or candy hunt, in this case.”
“Oh,” Buck wrinkled his nose. “Not everyone.”
“Jee does though, right?” Tommy paused on their way back into the house.
“Yeah, she does,” Buck assured him. “But don't you remember that writer’s treasure hunt? We got so many stupid calls about that.”
Tommy thought back. “You know, I think I was away for training when that happened. I remember people taking about it, but I don't remember it myself.”
“A guy got stuck on a mountain side and wanted us to just patch up his broken ankle and leave him there because he was so sure he knew where it was,” Buck told him as they headed towards the kitchen. “Now, do I need to check the oven for hidden candy before I start cooking us dinner, or is that safe?”
“I would never interfere with your oven,” Tommy promised.
Inspired by this post by @loucifersbitch and written for day 26 of @bucktommyween: witchcraft.
Summary:
The woman placed her hand over Tommy’s, gently pushing the mug towards his lips. “Drink,” she said softly in a voice so similar to when he was sick and his nonna took care of him. “Think of a time when you were most happy and drink.”
Written for the day four prompt of the trick side of @bucktommyween: blood.
Also written for the @btmonsterfuckermonday prompts: whump & wounds.
Warnings: vampire buck, blood feeding, self harm,
Summary:
Not wanting to harm his boyfriend anymore, he turned and ran out of the house, even as Tommy yelled out to him. He ran and kept running, far away from Tommy and the possibility of hurting him or worse.
@bucktommyween day 11 prompt, rating: t, 310 words
“Why are you reading about my cowboy?” Evan looped his arms around Tommy's shoulders as he read his computer screen.
“After the funeral, I think he's our cowboy,” Tommy said, scrolling down the page. “I dunno, I just feel bad that he was all alone. I was hoping something new would turn up.”
“He had us for the funeral,” Evan reminded him.
“Yeah,” Tommy reached up to gently rub at Evan’s wrist. “Your shoulder feeling okay?”
“One hundred percent,” Evan assured him.
“That diagnosis from you or a doctor?” Tommy asked bemusedly.
“Hen, actually,” Evan said. “You wanna test it out?”
Tommy looked at him out of the corner of his eye to see Evan leering at him.
“Nope,” Tommy said. “Not eager to re-injure my boyfriend.”
“Oh really,” Evan drawled. “I just meant a hug, what were you thinking?”
“A hug, sure, that’s why your face did that,” Tommy closed his laptop and turned to look at Evan.
A smile played across Evan’s lips as he tried to hide it, Tommy still wrapped up in his arms.
“A kiss?” Evan bargained.
Tommy leaned forward a gave him a quick peck.
“Tommy,” Evan whined and pouted.
“Evan,” Tommy imitated him.
“I’m boil free, my shoulder is fine, and my boyfriend still doesn’t want to kiss me?”
“Of course I want to kiss you,” Tommy said. “But I don’t want to sleep on your couch again if you re-injure yourself.”
“From kissing?” Evan raised an eyebrow at him.
“From what usually follows the kissing,” Tommy corrected.
Evan pretended to look offended. “Mr. Kinard, how dare you impugne my character like that!”
“I never thought I would regret making you watch Austen films,” Tommy sighed, looking skyward.
Evan swooned into his lap, laughing. “Liar.”
“Yeah,” Tommy hugged Evan carefully, still cautious of his shoulder.
Hi! Heeeeee'reeee's Charmed AU for today's @bucktommyween prompt: witchcraft. It's very much a Charmed AU, but I've been assured by my delightful @pumpkinevann that you don't really need to know anything about Charmed to get this. For those that are familiar with it, Buck and Tommy are kinda Piper and Leo. I pretty much bastardized both 911 and Charmed canon, so don't think too hard about the mechanics of it, okay? Okay. Hope you guys like it.
Thank you to those who let me yap to them about this.
bucktommy - words: 5.8k - rating: teen - complete
Sometimes Buck wonders if falling in love with an angel was really the best idea, not that he'd had a choice. He always feels awful about that little thought in his brain, because falling in love with his angel is also the best thing that's ever happened to him.
But now…now, he wishes things weren't so damn complicated, can't help but wonder what it would be like if they were just two human men in love.
Or: Buck's a witch. Tommy's a Whitelighter. Things get complicated.
Gift to @fenrirscarsback, my darling friend and devoted reader 😘💕
Buck has a nefarious plan to ruin his tentative friendship with Tommy (but in a good way)
Or Buck, knowing quite well of Tommy’s obsession with Pumpkin spice and his rather worrying obsessive sweet tooth to make the most delicious array of desserts to seduce him into his bed.
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Gently opening the box, he ignored the hovering spectators as he stared speechlessly at the beautiful cake inside.
He tentatively cut into the cake with a knife, admiring the beautiful section of what looks to be a pumpkin spiced tres leche cake before tentatively taking a bite.
Tommy couldn’t help the loud moan of delight as he took the first bite; the pumpkin sponge cake with its deep rich brown butter, mixed with ginger, cinnamon and nutmeg spices, was soaked in triple coffee milk mixture, and topped with cinnamon and the most lightest whipped cream he ever tasted.
God, what is this taste of heaven in his mouth?!
And how the hell did Evan make this and why has he never made it before when they were still dating?!
Opening his eyes that he never realized were closed, he wildly looked around, noticing the curious looks from his fellow pilots and crewmembers.
There was no way he was sharing this with them.
This belongs to him and only him.
And no one is getting a bite out of this.
Lucy yelped as Tommy abruptly stood up from the chair and immediately fled the breakroom. “Hey, man, you’re supposed to share that with us!!"
“Over my dead, rotten body!” Tommy threw back before disappearing.
(They were lucky the rest of the shift was a Q-shift as no one, even captain Pruitt, couldn’t find wherever the hell Tommy and the cake was hiding).
