Tevan based S10 spec, since they didn't take my ideas for S9 😆
At the end of S9, the 118 get told they are being split up. The LAFD already have some concerns about Chimney's leadership and the fact that the 118 are closer than they probably should be as colleagues. The sketchy detective from 15/16 has also put in some kind of BS complaint (perhaps he's part of the trafficking ring/being paid hush money by the Russians).
We open S10 with the 118 at different houses. Chimney is at the 118 with Harry and Ravi, Hen and Buck are at other houses (random ones), and Eddie? Well, Eddie has been transferred to Harbor as a medic due to his experience in Afghanistan etc.
Eddie and Tommy are cold to each other at first, Eddie still hasn't forgiven him for breaking Buck's heart, Tommy still thinks Eddie is "the competition". They are sent to a rescue together, but things go wrong and they're stuck in a crashed helicopter in the middle of nowhere (Tim, you need to crash that fucking copter, man). They're fine, no major injuries, and don't really talk to each other, but eventually Tommy asks how Evan is. He admits that he was jealous of Buck and Eddie and that he saw Eddie as the competition. Eddie laughs and confirms he's still straight. They've got it all out in the open and become friends again.
After they're rescued by Hen and her team, they're transported to the hospital to be checked on. Buck walks in to see Eddie and sees Tommy sitting there, laughing and joking with Eddie.
And THAT'S how we get those idiots to talk and get Tevan 2.0!
Silly little fic idea (I really need to start writing again).
So, it's January 6th, and in an ER in Pittsburgh, a man is brought in after falling from a ladder, he's unconscious when he's brought in, but wakes up soon after. Dr. Robanovitch is with him when he wakes up, and asks him his name, to which the man answers "Evan Buckley". A flicker of recognition crosses Robby's face, because he knew he recognised him, but couldn't place him until then. They'd briefly met a few months before, a chance meeting in a cafe downtown.
Whitaker walks in at this point and Robby tells him to page Dr. Park. Whitaker is confused because he was in the room when Evan was brought in and there didn't seem any need for an ortho surgeon. He asks why, and Robby tells him it's for personal reasons.
Park comes down quickly, with his usual commanding demeanor, and Whitaker takes him to the room. As soon as he sees Evan on the gurney, it's like his whole attitude changes, he runs over to Evan and sits beside him, stroking his hair and telling him that he shouldn't have been up a ladder, not with his leg the way it is. Evan argues that "it's the epiphany, it's bad luck not to take the decorations down today!" Park looks at him fondly and shakes his head.
As this is happening, a couple of other doctors and nurses find an excuse to watch from outside, while Robby is filling Park in on Evan's injuries. Park is paged and kisses Evan, telling him he'll be back as soon as he can, and as he leaves, he growls "no one breathe a word of this" to the assorted staff outside.
Tommy Kinard slipped into the cold chair in the doctor's waiting room without even glancing at Evan sitting beside him. He felt like crap. Had done for three days, but today, it seemed worse than usual.
"Stomach flu", he'd told Evan, nothing to worry about. That was on the first day, Tuesday, when he'd woken up with a start and had to run to the bathroom to puke.
"It's fine, I'll get over it." He told him on Wednesday, when Evan almost called Chimney to tell him that he was taking a day off to look after Tommy. There had been an argument that day, punctuated by dashes back to the bathroom where Tommy got intimately familiar with the toilet.
And then, that same day, the doctor called, asking him to come in to discuss his blood results from the mandatory LAFD checkup that he'd had on Monday. He was going to come alone, in fact, he wasn't even going to tell Evan until after the appointment. But he'd come back from work that evening and knew immediately something was wrong, and that's when Tommy had broken down and confessed that he was terrified, because being called to discuss it was probably something serious, not a "Your iron levels are low, I'll send a prescription for some pills", or a "Your cholesterol is high". This was diabetes, cancer, liver disease…
If it weren't for the fact he was completely exhausted, he probably wouldn't have slept.
"You should be in bed." Evan murmured as Tommy took out a breath mint, then promptly gagged at the smell of it, but he put it in his mouth anyway, trying to ignore the churning feeling in his stomach.
"Nerves." Tommy replied simply. "What if it's-"
"No, Tommy, we're not playing 'what if', not today." Evan stated firmly. "Let the doctor tell us what's happening, and then we can figure it out, OK?" Reaching across Tommy to grab an old magazine, Tommy winced as Evan's arm brushed against his chest, but, thankfully, Evan didn't notice. He didn't need another thing to add to his list.
"Tommy Kinard?" A voice called, and Tommy looked up to see a woman in her mid-30s standing at the doorway that led to the doctors' rooms.
"Yeah, that's me." He tried to smile, and standing up, he followed her down the corridor into a nondescript office which had small bed in the corner.
Sitting in one of the free chairs, he felt Evan sit beside him and squeeze his hand tightly, letting him know he was there, whatever happened.
"Well, Mr. Kinard-" Dr. Jones started as she glanced at her computer screen, but Tommy cut her off right away.
"Tommy, please." He tried to smile through his nervous facade. "Mr. Kinard was my father, and honestly, I don't want to be reminded of him any more than I need to." He explained, briefly wondering what the old bastard would have thought about him sitting there in the doctor's office, waiting for, what he assumed was bad news, his fiancé's hand intertwined in his, thumb rubbing the back of his knuckles in a way that was meant to be calming. But honestly, there was probably nothing on this Earth that could calm him at that particular moment.
"Of course, Tommy." She replied. "We need to discuss the blood results from your check-up. There was an extra test included this year for female firefighters and males who are carriers, to measure HCG levels, which is a hormone which occurs during pregnancy. You indicated on your pre-assessment that you weren't pregnant, but this shows that you are."
The world seemed to stop for a moment, and Tommy was aware of his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out.
Pregnant? But…that wasn't…he couldn't…
"H-how?" He managed to stammer. Feeling Evan squeeze his arm gently, he glanced at him, and realized that he was wearing the same gobsmacked expression, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open.
"I…I can't be. I'm too old, and we were careful, and this must be some mistake, a mix-up at the lab or something." He was grasping at straws now, he knew it, but there was absolutely no way this was true.
"Your urine sample confirmed it, Tommy." Dr. Jones replied gently. "I know this is a shock, and we can discuss your options when you've had time to process, but your levels put you at around five to six weeks."
Five to six, that was the week of Evan's birthday, he thought as he stared down at his hands. They'd flown to Seattle, booked a hotel, and-
Shit, that night. He vaguely remembered going back to the hotel, drunk on cocktails. They'd started making out in the empty elevator, then Evan had dragged him down the corridor into their room. Evan had reached into their bag for the lube and condoms, and came back up with just the lube, his face filled with disappointment when he announced they'd forgotten to pack condoms. Tommy had told him that he didn't care, and Evan had just nodded before pouncing on top of him.
"Tommy." He heard Evan whisper from somewhere that seemed far away, and he flicked his eyes up to him. "Hey, it's OK."
He wanted to scream that it wasn't OK at all. He was forty-two years old, he never wanted kids, they had agreed on that a few months after they'd gotten back together. Evan wasn't a carrier, and Tommy hadn't been willing to go through it at all. And now, well, now he felt he had no choice in the matter. If only he had insisted Evan go down to the 24-hour pharmacy. If only he'd topped. Or even rolled over and gone to sleep. Or…
The rest of the appointment passed by in a haze. He vaguely remembered Dr. Jones passing Evan some pamphlets, and saying something about a follow-up appointment, scans, counselling, but too many thoughts had been running through his head to remember any details. He knew Evan would be taking it all in, though.
Feeling a tug on his hand, he blindly stood up, mumbling something to the doctor, then letting Evan lead him out of the office, past the waiting room, and into the car. It wasn't even until Evan turned the engine over that he realized that he was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Hey, baby, listen to me." He soothed, turning the radio off and resting his hand on Tommy's knee. "I know- I know you're in shock. I am, too. But it's gonna be alright. Whatever you want to do, whether you have the baby or…" He trailed off, and Tommy knew instantly that the other choice wasn't something Evan wanted to think about. He wouldn't, he loved kids, he was at his happiest when he was chasing Jee-Yun around Maddie and Chimney's house, or throwing little Robbie in the air, making him squeal with delight. And if it were him that was in this position, the thought of 'the other thing' wouldn't even cross his mind. And honestly, Tommy didn't think he could live with himself either if he chose that.
"Tommy, say something, please." Evan almost pleaded, and it was only then that Tommy looked up to see bright blue eyes peering at him.
"We're gonna be parents." Tommy couldn't keep the laughter from his lips, and he watched as Evan tried to keep a grin from his. "God, Evan, we're having a baby."
"You're absolutely sure?" Evan asked, and all Tommy nodded. That was all it took for Evan to lean over and hold him as tight as he could, considering they were in the front seats of the car.
"I know it's going to be tough, but-"
"But I'll be there for every appointment, kick, pain, weird craving and I'll even massage your ankles when they get fat." Evan smiled, and Tommy groaned. He hadn't even thought of that. "I love you, and I love our little one already." Evan murmured. "Now come on, let's go to the store, we need to stock up on ginger tea."
@betterthanfakemouthstatic I saw this post and assumed they meant wearing only the see through bubble wrap, not the safety thing and was like hmmm Lou wearing only this....
Tommy didn't really enjoy sex with Abby, when they did manage to do it, but he loved going down on her. He loved making her whine and moan and writhe using only his tongue. Sometimes, he'd watch her from across the room while her mom was asleep in the next room, prowl over and dive his head under her skirt. She knew she could tell him to stop at any time, but he was so good at it, she never did.
After he came out, he met a guy in a bar and went back home with him, and figured out he loved giving head to guys and much as he had with Abby, and after that, he went to bars and picked up guys, insisting that he gave them head before he fucked them. A couple of times he'd gone with a guy to the bathroom to do just that.
One day, just after he came out at the 118, they were sitting having dinner and someone asked what everyone's hidden talents were. Tommy said his was definitely not safe for work, but stuck his tongue out so that they got the gist. He got written up by Bobby for that, but he didn't care when Sal cornered him in the supply closet and challenged him to prove it. They hooked up in that supply closet at least once a week until Sal was reassigned.
After Chimney and Maddie's wedding, Evan took Tommy home and begged him to let him go down on him. Evan told him that he was pretty big, and some girls he had been with in the past hadn't been able to do it, and Tommy took that as a fucking challenge. He choked and cried his way through that first time, then went home and looked up techniques so that he could do it better next time.
Fic idea that I've been thinking about that I probably won't get round to writing (inspired by Wish You The Best by Lewis Capaldi, or specifically the line "With every day that passes by since we've spoken/It's like Glasgow gets farther from LA"
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Buck and Tommy hook up again, maybe around 8x17 time. Tommy finds out he's pregnant and flees, he can't tell Buck, it was one night, and he's still convinced Buck doesn't love him.
He lands in Glasgow and Buck reaches out to him, saying he still wants to be friends, and Tommy is lonely out there so he is like "of course we can email/call/message/whatever."
They exchange emails and Tommy lies his ass off so Buck won't find out about the baby. He tells Buck he is working as a pilot for helicopter tours across Scotland, but in reality, he has some menial jobs (bartending etc). He sends photos of the city, and in particular a place called "Buck's Bar" (it's a real place btw), with a note saying "had a drink in here today and thought of you", when, in reality, he is working there.
They exchange emails for over a year, Tommy telling him about the city, Buck telling him about the wild rescues in LA. By this time their baby is seven months old, Tommy is working as security at bars and concerts, he's sharing an apartment with a friend, and she looks after the baby when Tommy is at work in exchange for a lower share of the rent. Everything is fine, Tommy sends photos of concerts he's "been to" (worked at), and Buck keeps him up to date on the goings on in LA.
Then Buck sends him a drunken email one night and everything is laid bare in front of Tommy. That Buck misses him, that he loved him, how much he regrets that stupid fight and how much he regrets not telling him before. He says he's flying over because he needs to see him. And Tommy panics because Buck can't see him, he can't figure out that the kid in the next room is his, so he replies with an excuse, saying he's going on vacation to London and he won't be there. The next morning another email comes through apologising, but Buck says that he'll plan to come over when he has time off next month, and Tommy knows he's screwed. He begs his friend to pretend that the baby is her daughter if Buck ever comes.
Before Buck can even book a flight, he sees a post on Instagram that Tommy is tagged in, it's from the Pride parade, and Tommy is standing there with their daughter strapped to his chest, she is facing outwards and has a huge grin on her face and a pride flag attached to the baby sling which she is grabbing onto. The caption reads "Tommy and his daughter celebrating her first pride!"
Buck calls Tommy and when Tommy tells him that she's seven and a half months old, Buck does the math quickly and realises that she is his. He is angry and they have an argument, and Tommy gradually tells Buck everything, about not being a pilot, about where he's working, and that he basically lied the whole time. Buck says something harsh and hangs up, and instantly regrets it. He then calls the next day, a little calmer but still pissed, and tells Tommy he's coming that day, he sends over his flight details.
Cue a reunion at the bus station, confession and Buck bonding with his daughter. At the end of the week, Buck begs Tommy to come back with him, Tommy says he has too much in Glasgow just to drop everything, and Buck leaves alone.
Flash forward to a year later and they are both in LA, settled, with their daughter laughing, running around the garden and Tommy is sporting a bump.
Buck pulled out his earbuds and rolled over to put them back in their case. Sitting his phone beside them, he lay back in bed and closed his eyes. It was after midnight, he should sleep now, because God knew the guy who was currently crashing on his couch would be up with the birds again tomorrow. And he wasn't exactly quiet when he made his morning coffee.
And OK, Buck wasn't really complaining. He shouldn't, because Albert Han was kinda the perfect roommate. He cleaned up after himself, he bought groceries, he cooked, and apart from that one time, he never brought any of his dates home. He could have had worse. He had had worse. He'd lived with some people who had no courtesy for him, who played music loudly, only cleaned the dishes when they ran out of plates and left takeout cartons to fester for days. So, in the grand scheme of things, Albert was probably the best he was gonna get.
Spreading himself out, he took in the sounds of the city outside. Traffic that never seemed to stop, even at this hour of the night. Drunken yelling that reverberated through the night air. The faint sound of a helicopter somewhere far away. The slapping of skin…
Wait.
Wriggling quietly to the other side of the bed, he listened again, and yep, there it was. The unmistakable sound of skin contact, the hard breathing coming from the couch below him. It was pretty clear what Albert was doing downstairs, and it definitely wasn't sleeping.
He should put his earbuds back in, listen to some music for ten minutes, ignore it.
But he couldn't move and couldn't quite reach them from there, so he just lay there, listening.
A low moan came drifting upstairs, and Buck bit his lip.
He shouldn't be doing this.
Another muted whine, and he felt the blood rush straight to his dick, and his hand was instinctively drawn to it.
Palming it over his pyjama pants, he felt them starting to get damp as he leaked through the thin fabric.
He really shouldn't be doing this.
It was wrong, so wrong. He was getting hard hearing his friend getting off, he should ignore it and go to sleep.
At least that's what his brain told him. His body had different ideas.
Before he could even think, he wriggled his pants down, just enough to free his hard dick, and swiped his thumb across the head, just enough to lubricate it. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he pumped a few times, and closing his eyes again, he started to think things he really shouldn't have been thinking.
What does it look like? Is it long or a little shorter? Is it thick? And what would he look like when he came?
As he moved his hand, he imagined what it would feel like if it were the younger man on top of him, rutting against him, leaving pressing kisses on his neck as their dicks rubbed together.
Hearing a muted whine from downstairs, he knew that Albert had come, and Buck pumped once, twice, three times before he found his release, whining Albert's name as he spilled over his hand.
Breathing hard, he lay for a moment, trying to catch his breath before the regret started to creep in.
He really, really shouldn't have done that. But it was fine as long as he didn't find out, right?
# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but we’re all reblogging it # because if we have to suffer # so do other writers
Current 5+1 - Five times Buck and Albert redefined their relationship (and one time someone else did it for them)
“I don't think any of this has been platonic for a while.” Albert smiled, his hand not moving from Buck's cheek. Instead, his thumb stroked the rough morning stubble gently
So I took a break from the Buck and Tommy have a trans teen fic to write some smut.
After a discussion on Discord about whether Madney are Bi4Bi (I firmly believe they are. Or at the very least, bi Chimney is canon in my head), I wrote a 3k Chimney/Tommy smutfic set in S3 where Maddie encourages them to have sex while she listens.
Be Our Fantasy
Rating: E
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69285581
Excerpt:
Howie caught her expression and let out a slight chuckle. “Did you think we…?” He trailed off, and Maddie could feel her face heating up as she nodded slightly. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no. Not even a kiss. Tommy is a friend, nothing more.” He stated, glancing to his other side where Tommy had shuffled around an inch away from him, their thighs no longer touching.
“But he's attracted to you!” She exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly.
Tommy choked on his wine, his face turning a deep shade of crimson as he felt two pairs of eyes boring into his soul. “I'm not…I…” He started to protest, then placed his glass down and held up his hand. “OK, so maybe I think you're gorgeous, Howie. But-”
“So, kiss him then.” Maddie interrupted, expecting more protests, but to her astonishment, Howie glanced into Tommy's eyes, a silent conversation taking place between them before he leaned in and pressed his lips to Tommy's.
How much of a complete arsehole do you have to be to leave your wife for another woman after she develops dementia (after being abusive to her for years), try and stop the people who do care for her from seeing her, try to take control of her finances, and then star in a movie where you play a character who has dementia?
ISTG if he even thinks about referencing his ex wife in promo, I am going to throw hands.
- I will probably give Nashville a shot, but treat it like LS (i.e. first couple of episodes then catch up when I get the time)
- I wrote a LOT of Buddie fics before I gave up on the ship.
- I cried when Bobby died. Three times.
- I have a "Never give Buck a clipboard" t-shirt. Also a few baseball caps. Someone commented on my t-shirt at 8am in Lidl once.
- 9-1-1 is still one of my hyperfixations
- I have (and still write) fanfiction, but mainly focus on BuckTommy now.
- I've watched every episode.
- I plan to watch S9 as soon as episodes drop (bc time difference). Just hope Disney+ aren't arseholes and make us wait weeks again (although I will find a way to watch the next morning).
- I'm in three Discords.
- I watched *most* of LS. Still can't bring myself to watch the final episode. S5 is like the last season of Scrubs, I.e. it doesn't exist.
- I've read and written while at uni.
- I have made a few friends because of the show.
- I've written a Tommy/Josh fic and Lena/Lucy fic.
