#bucktommyfluffebruary

[chimneyschewinggum]

Day 7: Sharing Clothes

for @bucktommyfluffebruary

Buck is late. Again.

Chimney chomps on his gum in mild irritation as his brother-in-law hurries into the station, grinning apologetically at him, holding out a to-go cup like a peace offering.

"You're making a bit of a habit of this, Buck," Chimney says warningly, but he takes the cup. At least it's not Starbucks, he thinks grumpily, taking a sip.

"I know, I know. Sorry."

Chimeny expects an explanation or an excuse, but Buck doesn't offer any, just slaps his shoulder and heads to the locker room. Chimney watches him go, the annoyance he'd felt earlier morphing into concern. He isn't Bobby, he doesn't have the Guide to Care of Keeping of Evan Buckley manual he seemed to, but he has known Buck for long enough to notice that something is going on. Showing up late, dark circles under his eyes denoting a lack of sleep the night before; he's been quiet, distracted, disappearing during down time, and as he comes back into the engine bay for the morning debrief, Chimney thinks his uniform looks like it's fitting less snug that normal. Oh, God, he's not losing weight, is he?

He's not Bobby. He isn't good at words of comfort and wisdom. He's the comic relief, not a moral compass. But if Maddie finds out he noticed something was wrong with her baby brother and didn't step up, she'll kill him. So he has no choice but to try.

He waits until Buck is sitting by himself at one of the tables in the loft to make his approach.

"What's up, Cap?" Buck asks, looking up from his phone when Chimney sits across from him. His smile looks genuine enough and for some reason Chimney can't look at his face while he tries to figure out what to say. His eyes drift down and catch on the silver name plate on his chest.

All the worried tension releases and he flicks the badge with a relieved laugh.

"Guess now I know why you've been late for the past three shifts," He teases as Buck looks down at his chest. "You've reported for duty at the wrong station, firefighter Kinard."

[pluralityofaxes]

For @bucktommyfluffebruary day 10: romcom AU

Buck, out-'n-proud bisexual who's living the party life, takes a bet how quickly he can seduce his new neighbor - Mormon missionary Tommy. Things get a little complicated from there.

Uncropped & movie yapping under cut:

Screencap redraw from Latter Days! They're throwing movie quotes at each other over laundry.

One of those movies I watched during my formative baby queer years - despite it not being especially relevant to my experiences - that will stay with me forever. It's not particularly good, and it has a budget smaller than my weekly groceries, but it has its heart completely in the right place. Also a bangin' soundtrack.

[kinardnatural]

DAY 1 - UNCONVENTIONAL KISSES

@bucktommyfluffebruary is finally here!! I hope you'll enjoy this one!

Sometimes, things just didn't go as planned.

That was fine. Tommy was used to things not always going his way and had learned to just accept it as it was. It was one of his either many irritating flaws or desirable perks, depending on the situation.

Except, today was supposed to go right and it just… did not. So Tommy was irritated.

"Yep. Looks like you've earned yourself a trip to the hospital. Sorry,man."

Scratch that. Tommy was embarrassed.Refused to let that show by glaring at Diaz for delivering the news he absolutely had not anticipated to hear.

"Is that really necessary? Can't you just… fix it?"

"Let's see! A possible concussion. A sprain that could very well be a fracture on your arm. You'll need an x-ray just to be sure," the medic tells him apologetically, and Tommy throws his head back and groans, ignoring the pounding headache that is slowly being overtaken by whatever meds they had pumped into him upon their arrival.

It was his own stupidity that had led him to this. An idea forming in his head that had let the enthusiasm get the better of him when he had opened the bottle of oil that had somehow spilled over his hand and let the slick substance release the bottle from his grip only to spill its content all over his dining room floor.

Then, foolishly, he had moved way too quickly to clean up the mess and had managed to slip and fall. Still in his boxer briefs.

And with all of 118 staring at him.

"Sorry, man," Eddie spoke again, apologetically. "Looks like whatever plans you had tonight will have to wait."

As if Tommy didn't know that.

"Fantastic," he muttered under his breath. "There goes an attempt to surprise my fiance." He is not pouting, and if it looks like he does, it's clearly the meds making it look like he is.

"I'm sure your fiance will be very understanding and be very forgiving considering the circumstances," a soothing voice adds sympathetically, and Tommy absolutely does not whine upon hearing it because it warms his soul.

"He was gonna come home soon after his shift," he says pathetically, his voice slurring slightly. "Was gonna give 'im a massage. Feel 'im up a little. Make 'im feel good. So good. Like he makes me feel good when he uses his—"

"Oookay! Hey, better get you boarded onto the ambulance, huh? Get you all nice and comfy!"

It's Howie's voice. Tommy lets another whine escape him as he turns his head to look at the pair of blue eyes gazing at him warmly from the man standing next to Howie. The man with the soothing voice. "Gonna need you to look 'way, captain," he warns Howie and reaches out his non-injured hand to tug on the collar of the uniform belonging to the gorgeous blue-eyed member of the team until he feels his lips pressing against his own.

It's more of a pressure of lips than a kiss, but it's enough to make Tommy's soul purr in contentment and enough for him to smile up at the firefighter, who gazes at him fondly. "Sir. I don't think that's appropriate," Evan scolds him lightly. A series of groans echoes around Tommy, who grins loopily at the love of his life.

"I thought he was engaged?" Whispers the probie, scandalized over what she had just witnessed.

"Right! You haven't met my fiance yet,' Evan says, hand splayed over Tommy's bare chest and covers him with a blanket. "Daniella is our new probie," he explains to Tommy, who lets out a soft grunt as a greeting, his gaze still glued on Evan.

"Oh. So you're the one he wanted to— oh!"

"So! A trip to the hospital?" Tommy hears Howie plead, and Eddie agrees with a "God yes!"

"Buck, you wanna ride with—?"

"Yes he does," Tommy decides, his hand gripping onto his fiance's hand. "Not the kind of ridin' I had in min—"

"How is he worse than you are?" Eddie asks Buck, who laughs warmly as the load Tommy into the ambulance.

"Why do you think we get on so well?" Evan grins as he joins in on the back, looking pleased and almost proud and making Tommy's heart soar.

"I love you," he murmurs. "Was gonna make you feel so good, Evan."

"You always do, honey," Evan says fondly and kisses the tip of his fingers affectionately.

"Evan?"

"Yes, Tommy?"

"I'm gonna marry you so hard when I marry you."

Evan laughs and Tommy knows that if sounds could heal his fractured arm and possibly concussed brain, it would be the sound of Evan laughing.

"I'm gonna marry you even harder,"

"Well I'm gonna marry you—"

"Are you guys being serious right now?" Eddie pleads.

"Deadly," Tommy deadpans. "Hush now, I'm tryin' to woo my future husband."

"I think you're doing just fine without trying, Tommy," Eddie muses.

[princessfbi]

Prompt One: Unconventional Kiss

@bucktommyfluffebruary I make no promises but I'm going to try

Tommy had known about the lightning strike. Almost all personnel in the LAFD had heard about it within hours of impact. The way the heavens themselves had parted and struck one of them down. How the guy had just gone limp and flipped over the ladder, hanging there completely lifeless for his entire team to stare up at. The way no one had known if the firefighter had made it, if the ambulance had gotten there in time, if they'd be seeing on the news an impersonal segment about the fallen.

Tommy hadn't known Evan then. But he'd known the 118. There had been enough time and space between his tenure there that he'd felt disconnected and unsure of what to do to help but... it was still something familiar; somewhere he felt like he should help if he could. A place where he'd grown and knew that standing around gossiping about the string of bad luck the 118 seemed to glide through like ice beneath their boots felt a little too close too home. He didn't know Evan then but it had still felt personal at the time.

Knowing now that it had been Evan, that he'd been the one hanging lifeless in the sky, made Tommy's heart lurch in his chest every time his imagination got the best of him. And it was the same kind of detachment but not a clean break to the whole event that left him feeling like he didn't quite belong. But he couldn't pretend it didn't happen either.

Evan joked about it. Sort of. He tried too at least.

Tommy had a feeling he did that more for the others than for himself. It made Hen and Eddie and Chimney roll their eyes and jostle him around before moving on from the subject like it hadn't been there in the first place. But it didn't quite matter. Sometimes, he could still see the haunted look in their expressions as if the memories of the flash and the cold lifelessness of Evan's body was in front of them instead of the living, breathing version of himself.

The scar across his chest was gone. Evan sometimes groaned about how he'd never got to see it. How he'd missed it because he'd been too busy being in a coma and what was the point of being struck by lightning if you didn't at least get to take a cool picture of your lichtenberg scar? The others had been too shell shocked by all the tubes and the unmoving limbs to think to take a picture for him.

But there was one scar that hadn't faded. A small final kiss from Zeus himself that Tommy didn't think the others knew about. He hadn't even known it had been from the lightning strike until Evan told him one night when they'd been naked and sated and Evan's lips had kissed against the scar along Tommy's ribcage as he begged for the story.

It was puckered and raised with thicker lines where the scar tissue had built up beneath the skin. Apparently, when the lightning had struck Evan's hand, he had burnt his palms from his grip on the ladder. It was a secret right in the space where the meat of his thumb curved into his wrist almost, stretching just barely onto his palm that sometimes Tommy could feel it against his skin when Evan touched him just so...

Evan mostly forgot about it. But then there was Tommy, caught in association to this event that he knew about almost as intimately as if he'd been there but he hadn't been. He was somewhere in an in-between, not on the outside but not in either and for the most part, he didn't mind. He didn't know what he would do if he ever had to witness Evan, bright, beautiful Evan, so lifeless.

But other times, Tommy felt completely helpless.

Especially when Evan would jolt awake from a nightmare. Nightmares where his hands would shake so hard that he could barely grab his phone from the nightstand.

It had to have been a bad one. Evan's skin was covered in sweat and he was trembling so much that the bed was shaking. He gasped for air like he couldn't fill his lungs and Tommy could do nothing but rub a hand up and down his back as Evan pressed the phone to his ear.

"Please please please..." Evan begged quiet enough that Tommy didn't even think he knew he was saying it.

Tommy grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to the scar, slowing his breathing down until Evan copied him with one breath then another until---

"Bobby?" Evan asked like he didn't quite believe that the other man truly had answered the phone. Again, something load and unknown but there all the same.

The deep voice of Bobby answering made Evan let out an almost whimpered hiccup as the tension released his spine and he curled up into Tommy's chest. Tommy kissed his palm and the scar again and then every tip of his fingers while he did what he could and just held him tight as Evan listened to his captain remind him that everything was okay.

Evan sniffed as he curled up even tighter into Tommy's chest. "I'm okay. Bad dream. Tommy's here."

Tommy kissed his temple and wrapped his arms around him. Yes, he was. He hadn't been but he hadn't known. But for as long as Evan would have him, Tommy would be there.

Listen I know it’s not as fluffy as I intended but imma get there I promise! Plus it’s mostly comfort for that really should count for something. IM TRYING 😩

[bucktommyfluffebruary]

Hey, bucktommy fans, is this a good time to announce fluffebruary round two?

I'm almost done with the prompt list so stay tuned and start to embrace the fluff mood ✨

[kitty-tommykinarddefender]

This Feb 1st the fluffiest time of the year starts and with it, #bucktommyfluffebruaryroundtwo event.

Pookies insisted on participarting, and who am I to deny them anything? Come and join us though the daily prompts 🥰

@bucktommyfluffebruary

[ambernotember]

Day 23: clingy boyfriends

@bucktommyfluffebruary round two // rating: t // words: 500

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

“Yeah!” Tommy cheered as Buck got back to the booth. “That’s my guy!”

Buck squished himself tight in against Tommy’s side, Tommy’s arm draped around his shoulders and pulling him close. The flannel shirt Tommy’s wearing is one of Buck’s favourites, the fabric worn so soft that he can never resist rubbing his face against it, which he did now because he could. He could smell Tommy’s detergent and cologne and a little bit of sweat.

“It’s a good thing you two found each other because that voice is not winning him any dates,” Chimney cackled. Buck and Tommy gave him matching middle fingers.

“Just because the Buckley singing gene skipped me doesn’t mean I’m not a great performer,” Buck protested. “I’m fun.”

“Yeah, the group of girls over there is definitely fawning over your performance,” Maddie said dryly.

Tommy’s hand tightened ever so slightly on Buck’s shoulder and Buck slipped his hand under Tommy’s shirt to pet reassuringly at the skin there, sneaking his pinky finger just under the waist band of his pants.

“First of all,” he said smugly, pointing at Chimney with his other hand, “your point is immediately disproved, and second of all, it doesn’t matter, because I do have Tommy.”

Chimney gagged. “You two are gross.”

“Excuse me, how many of your not-dates did I have to third wheel and you’re here calling us gross?”

“You didn’t have to third wheel us,” Maddie said.

Buck scoffed. “You were the ones inviting me! Because you kept denying you were dating!”

“Aw,” Tommy cooed quietly in his ear, his fingers having moved from Buck’s shoulder to play with the collar of his shirt.

“Aaand that’s our cue to leave,” Maddie said, grabbing Chimney by the hand and pulling him towards the door.

Buck hid his face in Tommy’s shoulder as he laughed. “You ready to get out of here?” he asked as he straightened up.

“Sure you want to leave your fan club?” Tommy joked, looking over his shoulder.

Buck turned to see the girls still watching him, and he gave them a little wave. “I’d rather be wth you,” he said easily to Tommy, sliding out of the booth and holding out a hand to help Tommy out of the booth.

As soon as Tommy was standing, Buck looped an arm around his waist and stuck his hand in Tommy’s back pocket. Tommy draped his arm around Buck’s shoulders again, and they made their way to the door like that, Buck’s fan club quickly forgotten behind them.

They had to separate to get into their uber, but Buck linked their hands together again in the backseat, smiling softly at Tommy. “You know Maddie was just teasing, right?”

“Yeah,” Tommy said. “But I don’t mind the look they get when they realize you’re with me.”

“Silly man,” Buck said fondly.

“Hey, we left with everyone’s ankles intact,” Tommy smiled.

Buck shoved him gently. “Yeah, watch yourself, it might not stay that way.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

also on ao3

[bybobbysbeard]

To Be Parted

Day 4 for @bucktommyfluffebruary: clingy boyfriends read on ao3 read other days here

“EVAN!” 

The shout rings out, louder than the hubbub surrounding the IC tent. A few heads turn. Buck is leaning on Eddie at the edge of the ruckus while Chim reports to Captain Mehta. At the familiar sounding voice, he jerks upright and spins towards the call. He turns a little too fast, and the world lurches sickeningly, but Eddie’s there, grabbing his arm and keeping him from toppling over. They both scan the crowd. 

“Was that…?” Eddie murmurs through his split lip.

The sea of first responders and injured civilians part, a wave cresting in front of some unseen force. A tall, turnout-covered form pushes its way through and heads towards the vehicles. A helmeted head turns back and forth, searching the crowd of firefighters. Buck feels his mouth drop open. It’s Tommy. He’s frantic. Shouldering people out of the way as he moves towards where the ambulances are lined up. Buck’s never seen him like this, his boyfriend is usually so controlled in public, so deliberate in his movements. Nerves and something like desperation pool in his stomach.

He takes a step forward, Eddie at his back. 

“Tommy!”

Tommy whips around, eyes zeroing in on the two of them. His face is pale and drawn. He seems to freeze for a second, cataloging the scrapes, the half dried blood, and their dusty turnouts. In the next blink he’s rushing forward, ripping his helmet off as he weaves around people and equipment. Buck doesn’t get another word out before nearly three hundred pounds of man and firefighting gear are wrapping him up in a tight hug. Eddie fumbles with the helmet shoved carelessly into his arms.

The hug hurts. Fresh bruises ache at the pressure. He holds on just as tight. Tommy ducks his head, pressing his nose under Buck’s jaw and cupping the back of his head, squeezing their skulls together. He can feel one of the butterfly bandages on his temple split, a tiny release of pressure followed by the warmth of fresh blood on his skin.

Buck doesn’t give a shit. Tommy’s here, somehow, breathing heavily into the space between them. They’ve run into each other on calls before, but never like this. Never when Buck’s been hurting, when he can’t escape this wicked vertigo, this sense of the earth undulating wildly beneath his feet. The pounding in his skull beats a horrible counterpoint to the shaking in his limbs as the excess adrenaline works its way through his system. He can still feel the stairwell crumble around them, see the strobing of the flickering exit sign though the dust raining down. His hands remember the coarse fabric of Eddie and Chim’s turnouts as he shoved them bodily down the last flight; Eddie cursing when he stumbled and hit the ground and Chim flinching as debris showered over them.

The heaving concrete under his hands and knees as he tried to shield them both. 

Tommy is far more solid under his fingers, and he’s warm.

Living, breathing, proof of life.

Eddie sighs, overdramatized, but he's smiling. “Hi Tommy, nice to see you. Didn’t know you were on ground ops today. No, no, don’t let me interrupt this reunion. It’s been, what, 12 hours since you last saw each other? Tragic. Anyways, how are you? I’m good. Average Tuesday, you know how it is. Nearly got flattened by five hundred tonnes of luxury car parking garage, but made it out with just a few bruises. Partially thanks to your boyfriend, who got us down to the first floor before getting his bell rung by a chunk of concrete as big as your head. Did you know, this is the third helmet he’s cracked this year?”

Buck jerks his head up to glare at Eddie, but the sharp movement makes him nauseous. His stomach rolls. He squeezes his eyes shut and breathes deliberately through his nose, clutching at Tommy’s jacket. When he can open his eyes without wanting to vomit all over his boots, he finds Eddie and Tommy watching him carefully. 

“I-I’m good.”

“Jesus Christ, kid. You scared the hell out of me.” Tommy hugs him again, gentler this time. “Sorry Eddie. I’m happy to see you too. I wasn’t expecting to be on the ground today either. Was just finishing up some paperwork with the probie when the 4-alarm call came in, so we loaded up. The 217 is over on the far side of the lot, we were moving cars to get the ladder trucks closer. Heard the supports going, saw the top floors come down.” He pauses. Swallows. He’s still pale, sweat beading at his temple. Those ocean eyes trail up to the blood sluggishly starting to drip down Buck’s temple. A gloved hand reaches up, but stops a few inches from his skin.

“I heard Bobby on the radio. Calling for your check-ins. I didn’t… I just started running.”

Buck grabs that hovering hand and presses the palm to the side of his face. His gloves are rough, peppered with grit. But it helps with the dizziness, an anchor tethering him to Tommy. “We all got out. I’m fine.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Buck, you are decidedly not fine. You have a concussion, I know you’re bruised all to hell, and now you’re bleeding again. The only reason you’re not going to the hospital is because Hen and Chim looked you over, and I know you didn’t lose consciousness. You’re going home as soon as one of us can leave the scene.”

“I can take him. My shift ended 5 minutes ago.” Tommy starts undoing his turnouts, trying to dig out his phone. He keeps one arm around Evan’s waist; he's as reluctant to be parted as Buck.

Finally done with the IC, Chim spots them and jogs over. “Tommy! Didn’t expect to see your handsome face today. All good with the 217?”

Tommy looks up after sending off a quick text to his captain and pulling up the Uber app. “You know me Howie, I never miss an opportunity to watch a bunch of Teslas get pancaked. And since I’m here, I’m going to take Evan home.”

“Well that's convenient timing. Aww Buck, you popped a Steristrip. I left you alone for five minutes! Come on, come on, back to the ambulance. I’m sure Hen’s finished with that fracture by now. You guys didn’t have to wait, I know you already gave your reports.” He eyes the way Buck leans into Tommy. “And you should have been resting. Between that and the self-sacrificing heroics, you’re in for one hell of a ‘I’m not mad just disappointed’ face from Bobby.”

Buck wrinkles his nose in displeasure. He looks up at Tommy. “Think we can sneak out of here and avoid that?” 

“Absolutely not. But I will hold your hand through the whole lecture you’re about to get.” Tommy leans in, pressing chapped lips to his dirty forehead.

“I’m not ready to let go of you yet.”