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fluffbruary 2026 day 1: 💋 unconventional kisses 💋
just offscreen: lucy and ravi making retching sounds. with love.
and we’re back for @bucktommyfluffebruary round two!!! so glad to be returning again this year, even if i’m starting off a little behind 😅
Day 7: sharing clothes
@bucktommyfluffebruary round 2 // rating: g // words: 500
❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜
Tommy figured it out when the rest of Harbour started cheering when he stood up to get another cup of coffee.
“Wha— oh,” Tommy said, twisting to look at the name on the bottom of his shirt.
“This is new,” Lucy said gleefully. “When did this happen?”
“Uh,” Tommy flushed. “A while ago?”
“So, who grabbed the wrong shirt from which house?” Melton asked, fingers poised over his phone keyboard.
Tommy squinted at him. “Are you asking because of a bet?”
“No,” Melton lied.
“I’m not telling you,” Tommy decided, taking out his own phone to text Evan and try to warn him. He looked up when he heard a noise. “Donato, did you just turn on your phone sound to take a photo of me?”
“Yep,” Lucy said, completely shameless. “And I texted it to the 118 group chat — they never took me off of it.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“So, we like Buckley again then?” Melton asked.
Tommy took a sip of his coffee. “Yes.”
“For how long exactly?” Lucy asked, eyes narrowed.
Tommy shook his head. “Long enough, and that’s all you need to know. If you’re betting on people’s lives…”
“Boo,” Lucy jeered. Her phone dinged. “Oh! Buck’s on a seventy-two off, so the only way you’d have his shirt is if you were at his place.”
“Or if he came to my place after his shift and we did laundry,” Tommy countered.
“They do laundry together,” Melton whispered to Lucy.
“Why is today so quiet?” Tommy asked blandly. The bells went.
“Screw you Kinard!” Lucy shouted as she ran for the chopper. Tommy threw back his coffee and ran after her.
(we're ignoring this is 20+ days late) @bucktommyfluffebruary day 5: house renovation
@bucktommyfluffebruary day 24 : bathing together
Let's suspend our disbelief a little, and assume they found a bathtub big enough !
FLUFFEBRUARY round 2
28. Wedding planning/wedding day
Last day of #bucktommyfluffebruaryroundtwo, it’s a little bittewrsweet but I hope you all had the same fun I had while bringing in love pookies to you❤️❤️❤️ we'll see next fluffebruary event!
@bucktommyfluffebruary
Tommy looked out the window to his backyard and blinked.
When he opened his eyes again, the goats were still there.
“Hey, Evan?” He said into his phone, watching as five small goats tore into his begonias. “When you said you had a surprise waiting for me at home, I thought it was the cheesecake in the fridge.”
He could see Evan’s nervous smile. “The, uh, the cheesecake was a surprise, but not the only surprise. They just needed somewhere to stay until tomorrow! We found them on a call and animal control didn’t have the capacity to take them. We lured them onto the engine using some sticks of Chim’s gum. One of them sat on my lap! And - and you said you wanted that morning glory the previous owner planted gone, right?”
“What time are they being picked up tomorrow?” The goats had polished off his begonias and had wandered in the direction of the fence, towards the morning glory that had blighted his landscaping dreams since he’d moved in. “They only need the backyard until two, a farmer’s coming down to grab them. They’re just babies, just kids - did you know that a baby goat is called a kid? - and their poop is really good fertilizer, your grass is going to look so good, Tommy.” Tommy watched as one of the goats stood on its hind legs and pulled down one of the morning glory vines.
“They can stay until tomorrow.” “Yes! Thank you. Also, I know I said I’d be over after my shift, and I will, but do you mind if Maddie and Jee and the baby come too? I texted a photo to Maddie, and she showed it to Jee, and if my niece doesn’t get to a pet a goat she’s going to cry.“ “Sure, wouldn’t want you becoming the black sheep of the family.” “Tommy,” Evan groaned, and Tommy smiled. “They’re actually not that related - okay, we’ll be by later, and I also texted May and she wants to know if she can come do goat yoga and maybe bring some of her friends. We’ll charge an entry fee!” “I do need replacement begonias,” Tommy said, his heart beating just a bit faster at the casual way Evan had said we.
“I’m an excellent landscaper. Ask Hen and Karen.” “Bet they didn’t appreciate the view like I will,” Tommy teased. “The ass-hugging shorts are for your eyes only. I -” Evan paused, and Tommy heard the alarms. “I’ll call later. Bye, love you!” “I’ll keep an eye on the kids,” Tommy said, and heard Evan’s breathless laugh before the call ended. @bucktommyfluffebruary day 4: kid fic
Prompt Four: Flowers
Day 4 for @bucktommyfluffebruary
“Is there an Evan Buckle here?”
The snort Chimney let was almost enough to send him flying face first into his cereal.
Buck couldn't glare at him but only because he was too busy trying to fully process what it was he was looking at. The steam from breakfast prep made his vision a little hazy and he was operating on hour fifteen of a twenty four hour shift so the coffee hadn't quite kicked in but...
Buck blinked and yep, the man was still standing there.
"Uh," Buck said, wiping his hands on the dishtowel before he stepped around Bobby. "That's uh... That's me?"
The delivery man shot him a look, arching his brow high on his head as he eyed Buck up and down. "You sure?"
"It's Buckley," Buck corrected before his eyes bounced back to what his brain was still having trouble computing.
The delivery driver frowned down at his form before he smacked his teeth together.
"Huh," he said with a nod. "Guess you're right. Well here you go, kid."
Buck barely got a chance to put his arms out before the man's bundle was dumped into his. The weight of it alone nearly sent Buck's knees buckling and he could only watch as the man disappeared down the stairs and out of sight.
The scent was the first thing his mind finally started to process. Sweet like honey with velvety soft pelts that felt like a caress on his chin.
No one...
Buck blinked down at the massive bouquet in his arms and tried to wrap his head around what he was seeing. No one had ever sent him flowers before. But there, in his arms, was a massive bundle of roses. The centers were yellow and orange like the sunset with the outer petals a soft pink that only seemed to halo the sweetness of the scent. Sprigs of eucalyptus fanned around the flowers to add just a minty sharpness to the sweetness and the brown paper wrapped around the bundle was held together by a simple blue ribbon that was so soft beneath his finger tips.
"So?" Hen said, her voice suddenly so loud in Buck's ear. He jumped and stared up at her from where she'd managed to sneak up on him. Eddie, Chimney, and Bobby were all watching from their places across the loft as well. "Where'd you get the flowers from, Buck?
"I don't..." Buck stopped as he spied the small hidden note in the flowers. He shifted his bouquet to one arm and pulled the card out, careful to make sure he didn't disturb any of the flowers with his fingers.
Happy Birthday. - T
Warmth swelled in Buck's chest as he read the note once then twice to make sure he wasn't imagining it.
"Well now our surprise cupcakes seem kind of lame," Hen mused without any kind of heat in it.
"Sorry," Buck said trying to remember what he did with his phone. "I uh..."
He spun in a small circle which he was sure looked as ridiculous as he felt with the massive flowers in his arms before he remembered that he'd left it downstairs in his locker.
"I'm just going to..." Buck didn't bother finishing his sentence before he headed for the stairs, bring his flowers with him.
Finding the locker room empty was almost another gift onto itself and Buck straddled the bench as he pressed the phone to his ear.
Tommy answered on the first ring.
"Well good morning birthday boy," he said, his voice light like he was caught on a laugh. It made Buck breathless just as much as it had the first time he'd heard it in a helicopter heading towards a cruise ship in a hurricane.
"Hi," Buck said as he rubbed his thumb across the petal of one of the roses.
"Do you like them?" He asked and Buck could hear some of the wind from Harbor station blowing in the background.
"I love them," Buck said, his cheeks warming as he dipped his face down to inhale their scent. "Thank you. No one... No one's ever gotten me flowers before."
"Well," Tommy said and the deep rumble of his voice washed over Buck like amber holding him tight in that moment. "You deserve more than flowers. I'm sorry I couldn't get out of my shift for tonight."
Tommy had spent an agonizingly long time trying to switch with anyone just so he could spend a few hours with Buck on his birthday after his shift ended. Honestly, it bothered Tommy more than Buck but Buck would be lying if he didn't admit that he'd been a little bummed too. It'd been almost four days since they'd seen each other and the ache of missing his boyfriend was an unfamiliar but fierce reminder in his chest.
"It's okay," Buck said.
"No it's not. But I'm hoping the flowers helped at least," Tommy said.
"I love them," Buck said again. "And you."
That was still new but he was already addicted to the way it made his heart flip in his chest.
"I love you too. Happy Birthday Evan."
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."
