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[letsdosciencetoit]

Writing Collection

I am, first and foremost, a fanfic writing blog. Current fandom is 9-1-1, but I image The Pitt might continue making appearances. Previous fandoms were pre AO3, so good luck finding any of it.

I am a multishipper, and believe in ship and let ship. Most of my writing is BuckTommy, SalBuck or SalBuckTommy, but Abby will always hold a special place in my heart.

Here is a list of my current works, under the cut because it got long.

BuckTommy

I'm Where the Spiders Go (#IWtSG) - WIP

Tommy doesn't take the step to transfer to Harbor Station. Without a vacant spot at the 118, Buck is hired on to the 122 instead. How do things change without the influence of the 118 on Buck's early career, and how does Tommy handle remaining in the closet. Of course they meet a little earlier with the common connection of Sal Deluca.

On AO3: Read it here

On Tumblr: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16

Sun In the Afternoon - On AO3

Complete - Five times the 118 worries about how to tell Buck that Tommy got married, and one time they realized they didn't have to.

It's Temporary (And Other Lies They Tell You During Pregnancy) on AO3

A series of Novempreg ficlets - This may or may not get updated.

Don't Paint My Rainbow Grey (#DPMRG) - WIP

"Have you heard of the 'Grey Rock Response?'" Dr. Copeland had asked him during one of his solo sessions. When he'd shaken his head, she'd explained a little more. "It's not a long-term solution in a relationship, but it is a tool you can use in specific situations."

Buck feels like his whole life right now might be one of those situations.

Or

Buck's point of view of the events in War - and the fall-out

On AO3: Read it here

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (pending)

In Major Key - BuckTommy Fluffebruary Round 2 fills

Buck and Tommy meet in June 2013 while Buck is bartending in WeHo. These ficlets offer snap shots of Buck and Tommy's relationship as Buck moves in and out of Tommy's life over the years.

Master post here

SalBuck

We Forge the Changing Bells (#WFtCB) - WIP

Former Navy SEAL Evan "Buck" Buckley moves to LA and enrolls in the LAPD Academy, needing a way to help people and put his skills to good use. He can't bring himself to sit still, so he fills his off hours working at the badge and ladder bar he took a job at when he first came to town. He's been burying himself in work to hide from his demons. Sal Deluca is having the year from hell. He walks into Buck's bar after being fired from the 118. Instead of drinking himself into a stupor, the cute bartender gets him talking, and helps him turn his fortune around.

On AO3: Read it Here

On Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

SalBuckTommy

Love is an Aperture (#LiaA) - WIP

No proper summary yet, but a poly fic featuring BDSM and Ds relationships. YKINMKATO applies.

BuckTommy - First Meeting - Explicit

SalBuck Hook Up - Explicit

BuckTommy Encounter - Explicit

Abby-Centric

These Beautiful Things - One Shot -

Abby is 38 when she meets the man she thinks she is going to marry. A look at the progression of Abby and Tommy's relationship, from first meeting to the end. - this can be considered a prequel to IWtSG.

May to December - (One Shot)

Abby was not a bad person, but the stress of caring for her mother (of living for her mother) was getting to be too much. Evan "Buck" Buckley was meant to be a distraction, but he was more than that to her for a time. Or, a character study on Abby's thoughts during season one while she's with Buck.

Brendon Park/Evan Buckley - Sharkley

Better Not Knowing (One Shot)

Dennis has to page Dr. Park for for an orthopedic surgical consult. He learns something new about his colleague.

On A03 Here

Alternate Universe Story Ideas - Master Post

Click here to find all of the prompt fills for the HiAUtus 1 AU - 5 Facts ask game.

[911-hiautus]

Askbox Anxiety? 📫😰

Gentle reminder that this is all a game, which is meant to be fun!

It's a long game, at that. The party 🥳 will still be waiting for you whenever you're ready to (re-)join it!

If it isn't happening, remember that prompts are requests. Genies 🧞 might be magically compelled to make things happen for those with wishes, but writing and sharing bullet point fic for someone's AU idea is a gift 🎁 and a means of connection 🤝 with someone like-minded!

It's okay if prompts don't spark anything. Maybe an open prompt will do it or the next prompt in the askbox will.

HiAUtus is meant to be a no-pressure way to explore our love for the characters in different settings and scenarios. Stress is unnecessary! 😫❌😥❌

We'll be having fun together again soon when time as well as energy and inspiration levels allow ❤️

[houseofevanbuckley]

This Buck and this Tommy

Or where S1 Buck is secretly married to new Fire Chief Tommy Kinard

[systlin]

In 38 years of life I have learned 1 thing;

If anyone is ever training you to replace them in a position and tells you 'its an easy job I don't do much' what this means is that you are about to spend six months to a year catching up on all the stuff they didn't do and sorting out the stuff they did poorly.

In related news I finally managed to finish un fucking my predecessor's lack of a filing system.

[hungrymilliek]

And if they start a sentence with "You're not supposed to do it this way but...", you're about to learn some shit to make OSHA go:

[systlin]

My job is literally in safety and emergency management and that phrase makes me break out in hives. Which is to say that you are entirely one million percent correct.

[capitalnineteen]

Me thinking about a D/s BT AU where Buck is the Dom and when he asks Tommy to move in with him and all that happens, Tommy gets up to leave and Buck just suddenly pulls out the Dom Voice and tells him, "Stop. Sit back down."

And Tommy does.

[nzchance]

Tommy's mindset in a world where he's biologically (or by some other means) given the designation of a sub is so crunchy to me and how that affects the break-up scene psychologically is so fascinating!

Maybe the fears that reared their heads and Tommy's internal conflict would be about how Buck as a Dom has been so effective at getting him to submit, how much he wants to obey and doesn't chafe against Buck's control over him like he has with every other Dom in the past.

Maybe in this universe Buck asking Tommy to move with him into the loft makes sense societally and Tommy has been an independent subversive kind of sub dude. He tried with Abby, an older woman who would be his classic match, to create that typical domestic situation. But when he came out and let himself be himself, he was kind of a belligerent, bitchy type of sub who preferred men who made him submit.

Maybe his dynamics with Buck have been very different, Buck who maybe was new to intimacy with men but a very good Dom by nature. Buck as a service top like we talked about, Cora, who coaxed Tommy into compliance rather than pushing Tommy into giving him what they both wanted.

Maybe Tommy in this universe in a panic maybe-breaks up with Buck because he's very scared of deconstructing that identity he built after coming out. He imagines it as becoming a "typical sub" and, of course, as a homeowner wonder what he'll have to give up — the demons in his head painted all these out-of-character and unlikely worst case scenarios if he does what he wants and says yes to Buck's proposition.

[dharmaavocado]

Oh, for the 5 facts prompts, Buck and Tommy meet through Ravi at frisbee golf!

I want you to know I had to look up what frisbee golf was and then I went and made up a bunch of things about it anyway. Also it got away from me and went in a more, hm, poetical direction.

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1. Covid had shrunk his life down to the essentials: work, grocery store, socially distance runs, home, video calls. Even with the vaccine roll out, Buck was being cautious.; the last thing he wanted to do was catch Covid and put Maddie and his soon to be born niece at risk. He was lonely and restless—Albert was great company when he was there, but he was grabbing as many deliveries as possible as he needed the money—which was why he didn’t laugh when Ravi said, “I have a weekly frisbee golf game with friends. You doing anything on Sunday?”

“Uh, not to sound ungrateful,” Buck said, resisting the urge to look behind him to see who Ravi was actually talking to, “but why are you inviting me? You pretend not to know us outside of work.”

With the mask covering his face, Ravi’s eyebrows were putting in overtime in the judgmental department. “It’s called having a work-life balance and actual boundaries. You should try it.”

“You’re still a probie,” Buck reminded him.

Ravi had a trick of conveying an eye roll without actually rolling his eyes. It was as impressive as it was deeply irritating. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“But why me?” Buck asked, refusing to take that bait. “I didn’t think you liked me.”

“I’m going to be honest,” Ravi said like he wasn’t that all of the time. “It seems like the pandemic has maybe sent you spiraling into madness.” He held up a hand when Buck went to protest. “You chased me with a saw last week.”

“Uh, I was trying to find you so I could demonstrate how to properly use and store the saw.”

“And the best way to do that was by pretending to be Michael Myers?” Ravi pulled out his phone. “I’m sending you the time and place. “Be there.”

His phone vibrated. “I appreciate this, but I don’t want to be your weird coworker who got a pity invite.” And, Buck added silently, he didn’t want to be the weird older guy pretending to be the same age as a bunch of twenty-somethings.

“You are my weird coworker,” Ravi said without a shred of pity, “but I’m inviting another weird coworker so you’ll have someone to be weird with.”

“Thanks?” Buck said. “Wait, what other coworker? Is it Eddie? Did you invite Eddie? Ravi!”

2. Ravi did not invite Eddie. Buck showed up to the park, compressor sleeve on his bad leg, and saw a tiny woman struggling to pull a giant cooler out of the back of her Subaru. Buck ran to help at the same time as another man hurried over, and they both managed to catch the cooler before it slipped and crushed the poor woman. The guy was masked, but his eyes were so blue and, judging by the way the corners creased, he must have had a hell of a smile.

“Nice catch,” the guy said as they navigated the cooler to safety. His voice was higher pitched than Buck was expecting for a guy that size, but it was, and there was no other word for it, melodious.

“You must be the Ravi’s weird coworkers,” she said. “Grab that and follow me.”

The guy’s eyebrows raised, but he obligingly picked up one end of the cooler and Buck took the other, and they followed the woman, who was named Skye and the co-founder of her college’s frisbee gold club. That was how she knew Ravi; they were old friends.

“Ravi, I found your weird work friends,” she called as they joined Ravi and the rest of the group at the course they were setting up.

“Most people are impressed by us being firefighters,” the guy said mildly.

Skye snorted. “Tell you what, kid, save a cat from a tree and I will personally throw you a parade.”

“It’s been a long time since I was called kid,” the guy mused, and Buck was treated to those laugh lines again. They were so deep; this guy must smile a lot. “I’m Tommy.”

“Buck. Buckley. I mean, Evan,” Buck said because apparently he lost control of his mouth. God, he wished he could see that smile. “Evan Buckley.”

“Good to meet you, Evan,” Tommy said.

“Glad you made it,” Ravi said. “We’re about to break into teams. Full warning, Skye gets physical.”

“Yeah, I do,” said Skye, and high fived another woman.

“I didn’t think this was a contact sport,” Buck said, who had spent last night reading the frisbee golf Wikipedia article and watching a couple of video of people trying to toss little discs into various baskets.

“Not the way we play it,” said Skye with a wolfish smile. “Are you ready?”

3. Buck was not, in fact, ready. The third time Skye laid him out, Buck just stayed and contemplated his mortality.

“Still alive down there?” Tommy asked, hands braced on his knees as he leaned over Buck.

“Unfortunately,” Buck said. “Do you think if I play dead they’ll forget I’m here?”

Tommy glanced at where a scrimmage was taking place further down the course. “I think it’s wrapping up. I heard a rumor that cooler we carried was full of snacks. Come on.”

Tommy offered a hand, and Buck was effortlessly pulled to his feet. “Oh,” he said, breathless. “I’m, uh, not used to people being able to lift me.”

“Benefits of being a big, strong firefighter,” Tommy said with those gorgeous laugh lines.

“Yeah, strong,” Buck agreed over the mad scramble happening at the last basket. It was either luck or skill that kept anyone from losing a mask. “This is not regulation play.”

“Yeah, it’s very Calvinball.” Tommy slid him a sly look. “I bet we can raid the cooler while they’re distracted.”

Buck was too old to get caught in the violent tangle of limbs that was happening. “Let’s do it.”

4. An incomplete list of things Buck learned about Tommy as they waited for the frisbee golf game to end:

Tommy was not just a firefighter but a firefighter pilot, which was one of the coolest jobs it was possible to have. (“That’s gotta be like having a super power,” he said way too earnest to be cool, but Tommy just smiled so wide that his nose scrunched and said, “A little bit, yeah.)

Tommy was Harbor’s sacrificial goat who got sent to the academy as a guest instructor (“I lost the final round of rock, paper, scissors,” he said in that dry tone that Buck suspected he used when he wanted to hide the truth as a joke.)

Tommy used to be at the 118 and had the best stories from Chim and Hen’s probie years (Tommy called him Howie, which was weirdly endearing)

Tommy learned to fly in the army (“The PTSD was almost worth it.”)

Tommy knew Muay Thai but had not joined an underground fight club because he was only slightly more well adjusted than Eddie

Tommy had the most beautiful smile Buck had ever seen

“So this is adorable,” Skye said, gesturing between them, “but if you don’t stop bogarting the snacks, I will take you both down.”

Tommy stepped aside and made a dorky little half-bow so Skye could get into the cooler. Apparently everyone contributed to the snack fund but Skye was the one who actually went out and bought everything because she had black market hook ups for the good chips and dip.

Once everyone had raided the cooler and they had all spaced out six feet so they could take off their masks to eat and drink, Ravi raised his can of flavored seltzer and said, “And now it’s time for the traditional poetry reading. Kay has chosen this week’s selection.

Kay, who had an undercut and a septum piercing, said, “You know I had to go with my girl Mary Oliver. You know it, you love it, it’s Wild Geese!”

Everyone cheered, and Buck found himself exchanging a bewildered look with Tommy and Tommy’s politely baffled eyebrows.

From their back pocket, Kay pulled out a phone and began to read. It was a short poem, but it filled him with a sweet ache, like the relief he felt when a wound had been sutured closed. Tommy’s face had softened with each line, and by the end he looked just like how Buck felt, like pain had given way to ease. And then it was over, and Buck wished he’d though to fix his mask back into place so he could have stood shoulder to shoulder with Tommy as they experienced the poem together.

“So,” Ravi said once they were once again masked up and reformed into a loose circle, “what did you think?”

“I wasn’t expecting to be tackled so much,” Tommy said dryly, smile once more hidden away, “but it was fun.”

“Yeah, fun,” Buck said. “Hey, what’s up with the poetry?”

What was up with the poetry was that Ravi’s college roommate was an extremely shy kid named Joshua who Ravi managed to, in the words of Skye, cajole into joining their frisbee golf club using sweet words and a muffin. Joshua hated frisbee golf, but he liked poetry and old books, and so would sit on the sidelines reading to them between plays. And soon everyone had their favorite poets and poems and started bringing them to share with Joshua until it became a tradition after every game for one member to read a new poem they found.

“He had to move back home when his dad got sick,” said Chad, who looked exactly like one of Buck’s roommates from back in the day who would howl without fail at three am every day but was in fact pursuing a masters in gender studies. “But we kept up the tradition, and we either facetime with him or send him the poem.”

“Oh, that’s really cool,” Buck said, who never had the kinds of friends who would do that. He didn’t even keep in touch with Connor, who he’d followed to LA like a lost puppy.

“It is,” said Beth, who was only slightly less violent than Skye, which was good since she was close to him and Tommy in height, “until Skye breaks up with her girlfriend of two years and does nothing but read Richard Siken poems for two straight months.”

Tommy winced, and Sky pointed an accusing finger at him and said, “I knew it! I knew you were one of us!”

Tommy’s eyebrows rose in a way that Buck could only describe as bitchy. “Kid, I was in the army under Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. You’re one of me.”

“Wait, what does Don’t Ask Don’t Tell have to do with poetry?” Buck said two seconds before his brain caught up. “Oh, you’re—”

“Gay,” Tommy said, and now those bitchy eyebrows were trained fully on him.

“That’s cool! I mean, I’m an ally.” From outside his body, Buck watched as his raised his fist in the air in encouragement and wanted to die. But instead of death, he opened his mouth and said, “I put up a rainbow on my Instagram profile every June.”

Into the terrible silence that followed, Skye said, “So do you have a reminder about a flag programmed into your phone?”

“No,” he said quickly.

“Oh, he definitely does,” Chad said. “That’s adorable. Ravi, thank you for inviting him. He’s going into my thesis.”

Tommy leaned in close and said, “I think that means he likes you,” which almost made the mortification worth it.

Thank god a bunch of moms chased them to clean up and clear out so that their kids could kick around a soccer ball. He and Tommy carried the cooler back to Skye’s Subaru.

“You need to contribute to the snack fund,” Sky said, holding out a hand. “I only accept cash.”

Who carried cash anymore? Tommy apparently, and he handed over two crisp twenties. “You can get it next time,” he said, and gently knocked his knuckles into Buck’s shoulder.

“I’m adding you to the group chat,” Ravi said, and Buck was officially part of frisbee golf.

6. By the third meet up, Buck had given up on understanding the ever shifting rules and instead spent most of his time on the fringes talking to Tommy. They had started getting take out after the game and eating on Tommy’s back patio and then, because they were both fully vaccinated and careful, moving inside to watch the movies Tommy insisted he had to see.

“Do you miss going out to the movies?” Buck asked one day, perusing the two bookcases dedicated to DVDs and CDs.

“I don’t miss strangers breathing on me in the dark for two hours,” Tommy said dryly, “but, yeah, I miss it.”

“We should go when it’s safe.” Buck brushed his knuckles along Tommy’s shoulder. “I’ll buy you Twizzlers.”

The first time Tommy came to the loft, Buck was mortifingly aware of how empty it was, especially compared to Tommy’s carefully curated house. He didn’t have a single shelf of movies or even books. The only personal touch was the bike hanging on the wall, and it had been years since he’d been cycling. Thank god Albert never cleaned up against himself; his mess was the only sign of life in the entire place.

“I get the appeal now,” Tommy said, gesturing to the two balconies. “That’s almost gotta be worth what you’re getting gouged on rent.”

“Spent a lot of nights out here when I can’t sleep,” he said, and they ate lunch out on the balcony and listened to the city.

But mostly they snuck away when Buck’s leg and Tommy’s knee started acting up after too many tackles. They were deep in a discussion of which weird 80s fantasy movie to see next—Tommy was adamant that Buck needed to experience Tim Curry as the shirtless devil, and Buck wanted to see Labrinyth since he had remembered seeing that with Maddie and loving all the pupped—when Skye said, “This is why we don’t let you be on the same team.” She had evidently clawed her way free from a pile up that, as first responders, he and Tommy should really break up. “At least we’re both equally down a player.”

Tommy pointed to Buck’s leg and then his own knee. “There’s no way our old man joints would survive that.”

“Aren’t you firefighters?” she asked.

“I’ve seen the elbows you throw in there,” Tommy said. “Our job is less dangerous.”

“Ha!” Skye said, and then immediately proved Tommy’s point by trying to take down Ravi.

Chad gestured between them. “Whatever is happening between you two is adorable, and I want an invite to the wedding.”

Where Buck had been expecting Tommy’s to do their bitchy thing, Tommy’s expression instead smoothed out so quickly and completely that it felt like a flinch, like Chad had inadvertently pressed on a tender bruise.

“I don’t think he was trying to be an asshole,” Buck said once Chad had been dragged back into the pile.

“It’s fine,” Tommy said in a tone that meant it was absolutely not fine. “I forget sometimes that’s an option for me. It wasn’t for a long time.”

Buck thought of Abby and Ali and the dating apps he hadn’t opened in months, and said, “Yeah, I get that.” He touched the back of Tommy’s hand. “Want to raid the cooler while they’re distracted?”

They had snacks and made an effort to talk to people who weren’t each other, and then it was time for the ceremonial poetry reading.

Tommy stepped forward and carefully pulled out a piece of paper that had gone soft along the creases, like Tommy had folded it and unfolded it many times. Tommy cleared his throat and, a little shy, said, “This is called the undone cowboy writes to his sweetheart.”

And Tommy began to read.

7. These were the poems Buck had heard since joining the group: an ee cummings poem he remembered reading in high school; Frank O’Hara writing about New York; Sky choosing a poem about Jesus in a gay bar that had made him and Tommy tear up; a poem about the women in Stop & Shop.

He had liked all of them, but none of them had been read in Tommy’s soft, careful voice, and none of them had felt like they were spreading his ribs apart to let in the sun. God, he thought as Tommy read the last line, god just take my heart in your palm.

“I knew you were one of us,” Skye said, and tapped friendly knuckles to his shoulder.

8. The shift had been quiet enough that Buck was able to sneak away and grab the good bunk in the corner with the mattress that didn’t sag and replayed the poem in his head: could you lasso my legs, darling, and press me tender to hay bale?

Buck had spent the better part of a year working on a ranch. Hay was a lot less romantic and a lot more irritating than people thought. It pricked and itched, even through a carefully laid blanket, and Buck had no desire to have it anywhere near his dick and balls again.

And yet he placed his palm against his sternum and thought of leaning against a bale. The hay would try to scratch through his clothes but he wouldn’t notice it, not with how close Tommy would be standing. They were the same height and near the same size, although Tommy had more breadth across the shoulders and carried more muscle. Tommy was immovable when he wanted to be, and Buck had felt the heat of him when they collided on the field.

He pressed down on his own breastbone. It wouldn’t be hard for Tommy to move him. It’d be so easy; Buck would go without a fight. God, he would have to spread his legs so wide to let Tommy get in close, and Tommy would kiss as sweetly as he read the poem.

“Oh,” Buck said, ribs cracked open and his sternum filled with sunlight, “I’m one of them.”

8. Buck was a firefighter and there was a time for evaluation and there was a time for action, and so he showed up to Tommy’s house and said, “Are you the undone cowboy? Can I be your sweetheart? I, uh, also brought lunch. Hi.”

“Hi,” Tommy said, and he was laughing but not at Buck. “You want to come in, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I really do,” Buck said.

9. Tommy kissed sweeter than the poem.

Buck sliced him an apple.

10. “I’ve got a poem,” Buck said, fumbling his phone out of his pocket. It wasn’t his frisbee gold reading, but this one was important. He wanted to get it right. “It’s from our girl Mary Oliver.”

“Yo Mary Oliver!” Kay shouted.

"It's I Did Think, Let's Go About This Slowly." He cleared his throat and began to read, and on the line, the important one, he met Tommy’s eyes and said, unafraid and full of joy, “‘But, bless us, we didn't.”

Tommy’s smile was still the most beautiful think Buck had ever seen.

11. They invited the entire frisbee golf club to the wedding.

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[memories]

You ever just... yell about #jacket fic??

[letsdosciencetoit]

@chimneyschewinggum - all the time.

[word-wytch]

I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.

For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"

It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"

I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!

But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.

On encouraging reblogs —

I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!

But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.

As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.

So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.

I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.

[aimmyarrowshigh]

But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.

[inawickedlittletown]

911 HiAUtus Open Prompt

for BuckTommy:

Buck’s probie year is actually at the 217 and he’s still that wild fuckboy, sleeping with anything that moves, but he’s also weirdly fixated on Tommy and it doesn’t take him very long to realize why. Once they get together, he’s forced to transfer and ends up at the 118. They’re all shocked when they find out Buck and Tommy are dating.

[sad-girl-hours23]

Buck, maybe

[letsdosciencetoit]

Post S2 acid trip; Chimney calls a favour to help babysit Buck and Eddie. Buck tries to wrestle amd/or flirt with Tommy. Ends up with a date once he's sobered up.

[sad-girl-hours23]

After the truck bombing and the surgeries on his leg, Buck has trouble getting off.

He wants to want to get off, but his heart and well--dick--just aren't in it.

In addition to being frustrating and making him cranky, it's starting to undermine his sense of self.

He tries everything that has worked for him before...conjuring his favorite fantasies, porn, sexting, and--once he's healed and no longer in a cast--hooking up with a stranger (it was disappointing for all parties involved).

He begrudgingly looks for answers online; tries teas and supplements, various toys, more porn, even meditation.

The meditation app does help a bit with his stress levels, but he's still not able to come.

Until he discovers a different type of app, the structure of which is not too different from the meditation app--there are stories and guided recordings--except they're all designed to get the listener off; talk them through it, as it were...

Buck's curious and desperate and lonely. Maybe it will help to have a voice in his ear, somebody he can pretend is there without the added stress and worry of disappointing them.

There are many different ways to filter the recordings; by length, by gender of the artist, by scenario, etc. There's an overwhelming amount of content and Buck doesn't quite no where to start, but there's even a "getting started" audio guide from one of the co-founders of the company, Tommy Kinard, so Buck clicks on that. Something about the Tommy's voice relaxes Buck and makes him want to hear whatever else he might have to say.

He also finds himself getting hard just from Tommy explaining the different features and subscriptions available; thinks, yeah, he could talk somebody through it...

He learns that Tommy isn't just the co-founder, but has his own series of recordings as well and Buck can't resist finding out just how Tommy would get somebody off

He puts in his earbuds and starts a guided recording; Tommy's deep, commanding voice telling him when and where and how to touch himself and Buck flushes with shame and a few other feelings he can't name when he comes before Tommy tells him to. He still finishes the recording, absently stroking his dick, as Tommy's voice settles him into a rich after-glow, feeling like's he floating.

When he finally comes back to his body, Buck clicks play on the next recording. He's too satisfied--euphoric, relieved--to feel embarrassed that by the end of the day, he's made it through a quarter of Tommy's content.

By the time his next shift rolls around, he's made it through the whole thing.

His libido settles back into its baseline after that, and he finally successfully hooks up with a woman he meets at a bar, but the app--especially Tommy's recordings--become a fixture in his sex life.

On the nights Buck has trouble sleeping, he listens to the sleep stories on his meditation app and on the particular lonely nights, just as he's drifting off to sleep--in that liminal space between dreaming and awake--he wishes he had Tommy's voice in his hear--not telling him how he'd get Buck off, but describing how he'd cuddle him, what he'd make him for breakfast in the morning and...it takes Buck maybe longer than he's proud of to make sense of his desire.

He sits with the thoughts and feelings and everything he can't quite name or put a label on.

Buck's standing in line at his favorite coffeeshop, behind a broad, built dude whose ass he can't stop staring at the first time he considers updating his dating app preferences.

And when it's the guy's turn to order, Buck freezes at the sound of his voice; familiar, even if it's pitched a bit higher than Buck's used to. Maybe it's not him, Buck tries to rationalize to himself, to his body--that is working really hard to betray him right now. He tries to concentrate on anything but the sound of that voice, the one he's been getting off to and falling asleep to for months now.

the name the guy gives the barista is Tommy and Buck's heart is officially hammering in his chest.

Tommy walks away, to the end of the counter to wait for his drink and now it's Buck's turn and suddenly he's forgotten everything he's ever ordered, his tongue feels heavy in his mouth as he mumbles, "I'll have what he had" even though he was very much not paying attention to what Tommy ordered.

Buck pays and walks to the end of the counter where Tommy's still waiting for his drink. Tommy turns and yes, it is his Tommy--well, not his--but it's definitely Tommy Kinard, Buck's looked at his picture on the app and website enough to recognize him; to recognize that cleft and jawline.

Tommy's eyes meet his and Buck's working up to a greeting when he gets distracted by the way Tommy's throat bobs as he visibly swallows.

Buck blushes, barely resists the urge to pull at his shirt collar. "H-hi."

Tommy smiles. "Hi."

"I'm a big fan of your app."

Tommy's eyebrows raise. "Oh!"

Buck wishes for a sinkhole to appear and swallow him whole. "I'm so sorry. Was that weird? That was weird--"

Tommy laughs. "I've definitely gotten weirder. I'm glad to know you're a fan."

Buck is saved momentarily from further embarrassment by the barista setting down his and Tommy's drinks.

"So,"--Tommy glances at the to-go cup--"Buck, if you don't have anywhere to be right now, would you like to share a table with me?"

Buck grins. "I'd love that. On one condition--"

Tommy shrugs one shoulder. "Name it."

"Call me Evan."

Tommy offers the hand not holding his cup. "It's nice to meet you, Evan."

Buck shakes his hand and doesn't want to let go. He never knew how sweet his name could sound.

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

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5 (or more) facts about an AU where...Buck goes on a last minute vacation and ends up double-booked in a cabin with Sal and Tommy

1. Buck is so tired by the time he gets to the cabin that it takes him a minute to register that there's already a truck there. He's frowning at the electronic lockbox for being open. Why is it open? And he opens the AirBnB app, except there's no signal and he knows the wifi info is inside the cabin on a laminated page he was told to keep an eye out for. So he tries the door, and it just...opens. He steps in and freezes, and so do the two mostly naked guys on the couch who definitely have their dicks out. Buck can't see them, but he knows. "Uh," he says, slapping a hand over his eyes. "Are you guys supposed to still be here? I thought check out was at noon." There's scrambling and muttering and then footsteps, so he uncovers his eyes and sees a shirtless guy with a hairy chest approaching. He has nothing to protect himself with, but he's being led inside the rest of the way by the elbow and the door is being closed. "Sorry, it's fuckin' freezing out there," the guy says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "You might be a couple days early, kid. We've got this place through Tuesday." And Buck had quintuple checked. He does have the screenshot to prove it, too. "Well, fuck," the other guy says as he pulls on a shirt.

2. They're called Sal and Tommy. They're also from LA, also with LAFD, and they're very nice. They reach out to the host and wait to hear a response. In the meantime, they try to figure out what to do. It's a forty minute drive back to anything resembling civilization, and it's dark by now. Buck hasn't slept in almost twenty-four hours after a call went long. The drive from town had been treacherous even in the setting sun, so he doesn't want to do it in the dark. Thankfully, they don't seem to expect him to.

3. The cabin is only one room, but he says he can sleep on the couch. The one that they had been jerking each other off on. He can be so normal about that and not think about it at all. They give him leftovers to eat and all but tuck him in, easygoing and very chill about him crashing their vacation. He lays on the sofa and pulls the blanket over his shoulders and tries not to think about what he walked in on, but not in a prudish or homophobic way. It's just...a lot. And not long after they all go to bed, he can hear the soft creaking of springs and them quietly gasping and the occasional soft moan, and he knows he must be hard up for dates, because it gets him so hard. He furtively jerks off under the borrowed blanket and tries not to think about anything specific.

4. In the morning, there's still no response. "I can go," Buck offers. "You want breakfast?" Tommy offers, already pulling stuff from the fridge and cabinets. "Just say yes, kid," Sal says with an easy grin. He's lounging in an armchair in sweats and nothing else, his broad hands curled around a coffee mug. He looks like a contented cat, a big one. Probably because he had what sounded like a really good morning blowjob. Or gave one. Buck isn't sure, but he'd heard it. "I can always stay in the motel in town," he says weakly. "Nah, we're supposed to be out tomorrow anyway. You've got this place until, what, Friday?" Sal says, and Buck nods. "Yeah, we can always leave early and get a refund for the rest of it. You deserve a couple days off, too." Tommy's smiling where he's mixing some kind of batter. "What he said," he agrees, nodding toward Sal.

5. They eat breakfast, and it's amazing. Buck gets dressed to go on a hike and tentatively asks if they want to join him. They can show him a good spot, maybe. "Yeah, we haven't left the house all that much," Sal says, and Tommy elbows him. They do get dressed, though, and they start off into the chilly woods. There's a trail, but Tommy has a bunch of survey markers he stabs into the ground on the way. "Don't want someone else having to rescue us," he explains. "I feel like half my calls are lost and injured hikers." That opens up them talking about work, and they used to be at the 118, Buck replaced Tommy or Sal, etc. This is set sometime after season 3, so this is post Red and post train derailment. Buck has to sit and rest because of his leg, and they're patient about it. Sal even offers to look at it when Buck is rubbing his calf and ends up propping Buck's socked foot against his shoulder while he massages and checks for anything worse than normal soreness. When he's done, he gently tickles the arch of Buck's foot and laughs when Buck squirms and kicks a little.

6. At the cabin, they start making lunch. Buck offers to make Bobby's lasagna. He brought everything for it. They pop open a bottle of wine, because what is vacation for if not day drinking. So he's got them lounging around and flirting with each other and a little with him, and the lasagna is in the oven when Sal asks which way Buck swings. And he's suddenly really not sure what to say. He says he's an ally but checks out hot dudes, it's not abnormal. "I used to do that," Sal says, not unkindly. "Didn't know what it meant until I was in my twenties." "What did it mean?" Buck asks, and Sal explains how his bisexuality works. It sounds a lot like how Buck's brain works. "...huh," he says, turning on the broiler for the last part of the lasagna cooking.

7. They eat lunch, and Sal and Tommy clean up. "You cooked, we clean," Tommy chides, physically moving Buck with firm hands on his waist. "You cleaned this morning," Buck points out. "Just let him," Sal says. "Sit down and look pretty." Buck sits on the barstool on the other side of the kitchen island. "See? You're a natural," Sal teases, winking. Buck feels flushed and drinks more wine. After they're done cleaning, he says he feels like he needs a nap and ends up testing out the bed. It smells like them, and he hugs a pillow to his face and feels himself start to get hard. He flops onto his back, and Tommy pokes his head into the room. "You need anything?" he asks. Buck shakes his head, even though he's getting harder just seeing Tommy's face. And Tommy's eyes flick down to his groin and back up to his face. He hums consideringly, and Buck feels pinned like a butterfly. It also makes him harder, which is fucking embarrassing. "You need a moment?" Tommy asks, nearly teasing but also kind of not. "Sorry," Buck says, flushing. "Don't be," Tommy says. "Happens to all of us." And Buck almost asks if smelling random dudes gets Tommy hard and then realizes that it definitely does, because he's gay. Buck isn't gay. But he's pretty sure he's not straight. "What?" Sal asks, poking his head over Tommy's shoulder. Buck expects teasing, Sal's more the type. But he looks at Buck like a feast spread out just for him. Buck gets up and kneels on the edge of the bed, and Tommy steps closer and tips his chin up and kisses him. An arm goes around him as he kisses back, and he drags his mouth away from Tommy's to kiss Sal's. "You want this?" Tommy asks, and Buck shivers and nods.

8. So Buck is in a bed in a cabin with two guys and they're all naked, and he's very sure he's not straight. Sal and Tommy are kissing and rubbing against each other so all Buck sees is a flash of cock, and it's just as hot as the few times he's been with two women who've also been into each other. He squeezes himself and wonders at how much they use their tongues when they kiss each other, and he lets out a soft noise. Sal and Tommy break their kiss and look at him, and Sal is crawling over to kiss him while Tommy sucks kisses into his belly. He pushes Buck's legs apart and back a little, leaving pink marks on his thighs, too. "You want Tommy to suck your cock, sweet thing?" Sal murmurs, and Buck whines and nods. "Tell him." Buck looks down at Tommy's face and asks, "Can you please suck my cock?" And Tommy smiles and mouths at the underside of his dick and teases Buck with his mouth until he sucks him most of the way down. Sal is kissing him and Buck is stroking Sal, and then he's kissing Sal's neck and chest and sucking his nipples and rubbing his face in the hair that's all over. The first time he sucks a man's dick is while he's getting his sucked by a man for the first time, it's pretty enlightening.

9. After they wring each other out, Sal gets up and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He snorts. "Guy apologized for the inconvenience, said it must've been an app glitch. Offered a refund for tonight," he says, getting back on the bed. "You don't have to go," Buck says as Tommy presses his face into Buck's neck and lets out a sleepy snuffle. "Yeah?" Sal says, rubbing Buck's inner thigh with a big hand. "Think we might have a little car trouble, it'll take us a couple extra days to get back." "Sounds bad," Tommy says, and Buck laughs.

10. They stay through the rest of his stay. They fuck everywhere in the cabin, and Buck understands how they didn't get outside before he showed up. Maddie asks for more hiking pics and he says he's been staying in and enjoying the peace. "That what we're calling it?" Sal teases, nipping at his shoulder before Buck feels him grind against his ass. "As far as she's concerned," Buck says, shoving his phone away. "Where's Tommy?" "Making lunch," Sal replies, humping slowly against him. "You want me to eat you out, baby?" And Buck groans and nods and pushes back until his ass is up, and he feels Sal's hands spread him. When Tommy comes into the bedroom, he kneels at Buck's face, and Buck sucks him eagerly. He definitely wants this after they go back to LA. He voices this after, and Sal and Tommy exchange a look, and his stomach sinks. "You okay with coming home and dating two guys?" Sal asks. "Yeah, vacation is one thing, but that can be...a lot," Tommy says. "I can handle a lot," Buck says, his nails rubbing against a scar on his leg.

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