#tevan ficlet

[tevan-the-firefly]

Married Tevan AU pre transfer and pre Buck joining the 118:

Tommy doesn’t say anything, just walks in one day with a wedding band. Slips it off and puts it in a box in his locker. He asks to speak to Bobby because he needs to update his paperwork.

Bobby is shocked when he learns why Tommy needs to update his paperwork. But respects his wishes to not say anything.

This continues for a few days and it takes a minute before anyone clocks the wedding band. And Tommy doesn’t really offer much up until Howie says something about dating and everyone is chipping in their advice. Tommy gives his opinion as they’re getting ready to leave for the day.

“And what would you know about relationships, Tommy?” Chinned asked with a chuckle, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention a girlfriend.”

“That’s because I’m married,” he said, overly exaggerating putting his wedding band on. Then promptly left.

The 118 hounds him in the next few shifts, but he remains tight lipped about it. He knows there’s a betting pool going. He ignores it. He has a husband to get home to.

The others try and get him to bring his spouse to after work drinks, but Tommy always has an excuse ready. Every now and then Tommy still joins them, but he just smirks and remains tight lipped about his spouse.

Then, when Buck gets close to graduating from the academy, Tommy goes to Bobby’s office.

“I need to put in for a transfer, Captain,” Tommy said. Bobby glanced up in surprise and sat back.

“I don’t have a problem with that, but, do you mind if I ask why?” He asked. Tommy gave him an amused smile.

“Well, I read the handbook, or rather my husband did, and we can’t work the same shift at the same firehouse,” he said.

“Okay?” Bobby asked, looking by confused.

Tommy clasped his hands, elbows resting on the metal arms of the chair, as he leaned forward, “Bobby, you hired my husband as your new probie,” he said.

“I…. Oh, I did. I thought the name was familiar?” Bobby sighed and sat back. “Tommy, I’m sorry. I can figure something out. I’m surprised it all went through.” Tommy was already shaking his head, no.

“I, uh, I might have something to do with that,” Tommy sighed. Bobby raised his eyebrows, before Tommy continued, “I’ve been interested in getting back in the skies. I’ve been talking to Harbor, and… they may have an opening coming up.”

“Oh!” Bobby looked surprised, before he relaxed and smiled softly at Tommy, “you’ve been wanting to do this for awhile. I saw you asked for the transfer and training a couple years back.”

“Yeah, uh,” Tommy hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. he wasn’t proud of his actions during Gerard. He’d had several people in his life set him straight in his comments and actions, or non action, during that time, especially Evan who had been incredibly disappointed.

“It uh, didn’t work out that time,” Tommy explained, “but I also kind of just blindly put out the application then. I’ve talked to the captain, figured out the process, and that there’s actually a spot that’s going to be available soon.”

“Well,” Bobby said with a smile, “I’m happy for you Tommy. And, I can’t say that it doesn’t make things easier for me. If you wanted to stick around, of course I’d figure it out. And you’ll be missed around here.”

“Thank you, Bobby, and,” Tommy tilted his head slightly, “I think it’s also good timing. Evan will be a good fit here. And I know the 118 will take care of him.” He raised his eyebrows challengingly and Bobby chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender.

“Of course, we will.” He said, “does this mean you’re finally going to tell everyone?”

“Not yet, we still have a few weeks to get through,” Tommy said with a smirk.

“Just let me know when you’re ready,” Bobby said. Tommy nodded and stood up. The two men shook hands, before Tommy went back to rejoin the rest of the 118.

There were a few weeks of overlap of Tommy and Buck at the 118. But they worked different shifts. Tommy had offered to work as a floater for whatever houses needed extra hands, but the 118 had balked at that idea. So Buck worked for C shift, and Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle at Evan’s shadow that lived at the 118, before he was even introduced to A shift.

Tommy’s last day came, and still, the new probie didn’t show up. Bobby raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but Tommy only smirked and said his goodbyes.

He waited until Evan had completed his first shift with the 118, and Tommy himself had had his first day of classes he had to take for the new certifications he needed to work at Harbor.

He walked back into the 118, as they wrapped up the shift.

“They kick you out already, Tommy?” Chimney called with a shit eating grin.

“He probably just forgot something,” Hen said.

“Or, he came to check on the new probie,” Bobby said knowingly.

Tommy only smiled and waited until he saw a familiar tangle of long limbs. Buck finally glanced around to see what was going on. To everyone’s surprise, his face broke out in a grin and he all but ran to tackle Tommy in a hug.

“Hey baby, have a good first shift?” Tommy asked.

“What?!”

“He’s yours wife?!”

“When did this happen?!”

“It’s nice to finally see you two together.”

The 118 had a variety of reactions. And, okay, Tommy might should have corrected the gender assumptions a while ago, he knew he was going to get the 10th degree from Hen and Karen about that. But he just hadn’t felt like it at the time.

At the last comment, from Bobby, everyone turned to him.

“You knew?!” They asked.

“I did have to approve both of their paperwork,” Bobby said with a shrug.

Overall, Tommy was pretty pleased with his surprise. And Evan had been given the opportunity to give his own impression, before it was colored with the information of who his husband was. Tommy was ready for this new chapter to start.

[alchemistc]

"Hey, so, if you could tell your roommate to stop sending me incomprehensible Millennial memes every time I ask him a question, I'd appreciate it," Ravi says, and Buck stares at the prongs of his fork to prevent himself from jamming them into Ravi's hand just long enough for Ravi to notice the way the table has gone silent. There's no way they didn't notice the emphasis, right?

"I'll, uh... make a note," Buck says, and dives back in to his spaghetti. It's been a long day. He's reheated his lunch-dinner three times already. And now he sort of desperately wants the klaxons to go because...

Because it's weird that he never told them where he was living now.

Weird that they never asked.

"You have a roommate?"

Buck is 34 years old. Buck broke his own lease to help a friend only to be ceremoniously kicked out just months later, no notice, more interaction with Chris than Eddie as he furiously repacked boxes and stuffed them in his Jeep like a madman. Buck has terrible credit and a desire to set down roots that no one seems to give a shit about, except -

Roommates lasted for a month and a half at best. If he doesn't count the lingering glances, or the lingering touches, or the lingering feelings that blew up in their faces the harder they tried to tamp them down.

Ravi just thinks it's funny to keep calling them roommates.

("Like the Vine, you know?"

"Doesn't know a single 3OH3 song but he knows Vine," Tommy had said, three and a half beers deep and kicking at Ravi's leg from his lounger on the patio of their backyard.

"Oh, my cousin sends me TikTok compilations of them."

"I don't understand half the words you two are saying," Buck had chimed in, and gotten Tommy's lazy half-smile, a hand curled around his ear, and Ravi's "If you guys are gonna do more of that I'm calling an Uber.")

"Not exactly," Buck says, and tries to send Ravi a death glare. Ravi's too busy staring at the ceiling with his chair tipped back like he's daring Buck to kick his foot out enough to catch on a leg.

They're all surprised by the news, like they've done a damn thing to find out anything about his life in the months since they shut down any attempt he'd made to reach out.

He's glad he's found a way to let himself be mad at them for that.

He's glad his entire life no longer hinges on making sure they know every intimate detail of that life.

Still. The longer they stare at him, waiting for more, the more he realizes this was...maybe an oversight.

Probably should have told them before he and Tommy stuck a For Sale sign on his bedframe at the curb and been rewarded for their manipulation when someone stole the thing within like, three hours. They'd been too lazy to take it to the dump. Too lazy to sell it on Marketplace. Too caught up in the bubble of 'stay as long as you need' turning into 'do you want to be on the mortgage I need to know by Friday'.

Ravi's slept in the guest room more than Buck ever stayed at Tommy's, before.

He's made friends with Goose, too, which Buck thinks is a little unfair because Tommy's half blind cat still sticks her tail in the air to walk away any time Buck enters a room.

"Whoops," Ravi says like this was anything but intentional.

("Are you hiding the fact that you're in a happy relationship with a dude who loves you like, a weird amount for any particular reason?"

"It's not weird. It's a normal amount!"

"If I called him right now with a Buck related emergency how long until he had a bird in the air for you?"

"...he's at work right now so like, seven minutes tops.")

When the silence just keeps stretching, he barely manages to dodge the garlic bread Buck tosses at his face before the table erupts into chaos.

[kinardbrainrot]

ok but bucktommy post s8 reconciliation where buck can’t find a new place on such short notice and he has to put all of his stuff in storage so he ends up at a shitty motel while he keeps looking for something permanent (since he can’t really afford anything else on top of the unit for his stuff) and it just happens by sheer ✨coincidence✨ that its not too far from where tommy lives....

so they bump into each other at the grocery store pretty quickly, and in buck's defense, he wasn't trying to run into tommy. he specifically picked a grocery store in his neighbourhood they'd never been to together to make sure that wouldn't happen. he doesn't want to come across as stalker-y, it's just the best deal he could find on a storage unit is just around the corner and he figured it'd be easier to have a room somewhere nearby in case he needs something he's packed, right ? but of course, tommy's usual grocery store is out of the specific brand of oat milk he likes because it steams better with the type of espresso machine he has so... here they are, awkwardly staring at each other in the snack aisle.

and when tommy finds out eddie's staying in la and buck's given him the house back (because of course he did even though he has rights as a subletter; he has a heart of gold and a savior complex the size of jupiter) and he's essentially homeless, the first thing that slips out of his mouth is "wow, i really can't imagine you without a kitchen." because tommy has so many soft and fond memories of evan cooking, of evan's kitchen specifically (the way his lips parted in a silent gasp after tommy kissed him for the first time in the open space, the countless of meals they shared together after long shifts, even evan's eager impulsiveness when he asked tommy to move into his tiny loft when tommy's house has been paid for for years now...), because he knows how much of a tether it was in his relationship with bobby, because he knows it's such a way for him to express his love....

and buck? buck looks a little uncomfortable and sad at the reminder, but he brushes it off and says it's not a big deal (pretends it's not a big deal). tommy can see through it of course, mostly because buck wears his feelings beautifully on his face, but also because even after everything, tommy likes to think he still knows this man. but he's not about to force evan to open up between the chips, the salted nuts and the sodas so says: "rights, of course, at least you have the firehouse kitchen, right? you can cook there." which seems to be the worst thing he could have possibly said because buck looks fully downtrodden now, his hands tightening on his grocery basket, filled with cereal and nuts and all types of easy snacks, not a fresh produce in sight, and tommy can tell there's something deeply wrong (of course there is, bobby's gone, things might never be right for evan ever again) and buck clearly doesn't want to talk about it.

but tommy can't help but push a little because he's wanted to check up on him for weeks now and kept chickening out, kept telling himself evan doesn't want to have to deal with his ex boyfriend right now, not when he's just lost the man who helped him grow into who he is, who helped him settle into himself, the man he called the father he never had..... so tommy asks. "are you not cooking at the firehouse?"

and buck stiffens a little, because the truth is no, no he isn't. he tried a bunch, he really did, but even after chimney's big speech, even after he got the cap title, even after eddie's return, even though they all said they're a family and they're gonna stick together through this.... they're all.... scattered. it's the word buck keeps thinking about. like leaves in the wind, carried away from him by forces stronger than him, by life and it's ups and downs, all of them busybusybusy, preoccupied, hurting... and buck doesn't blame them. he doesn't. but he tried to cook family dinner twice since eddie came back and he never wants to feel the ice cold trickle of rejecting spreading beneath his sternum, down to his toes, when they all grabbed a plate and walked off into their own little bubbles, thank you buck! thrown over their shoulders absently, bobby's absence like a stab wound in his gut that no one could see....

so.

"no. i, uh.... no, i'm not really cooking at the firehouse."

tommy looks surprised, shocked really, and he's truly so wonderfully expressive when you actually know him. his eyes in particular, radiating compassion and sadness, not pity, never pity, and buck really wishes he could burrow there. or in the place where his neck meets his shoulder, just hide there for a while, just until the world stops spinning.

"it's okay. i mean, family dinners aren't really the same without –" and buck can't quite say it, but tommy gets it, he does, and he reaches for him, fingers soft on buck's elbow, a silent show of support. "and to be honest, it hasn't quite felt right to cook just for me, so," buck adds, lifting his basket where tommy can also spy a few packets of ramen.

and it's that sad sight more than anything else that has him blurt: "you can cook at my place, if you want. i mean, if you need."

evan looks surprised, eyes widening like he can't believe it. "really?" he asks, a little eager, and tommy shrugs, as charmed by this man now as he was when they met over a year ago.

"yeah, i mean.... my kitchen misses you," tommy says, softly. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. it plays over and over in the back of his head, in a loop. it has since the day he walked away, but it's not the right time.

tommy wants to do this again, wants to be honest about his feelings, wants to tell evan he's in love with him and that it scares him to death, but not being together scares him even more. but evan's entire life just fell apart and tommy isn't going to be the asshole who swoops into the wreckage trying to play romantic hero.

but this? offering him a place where evan can be, can express himself, his love, his grief, without expectations, without assumption that it'll mean anything for them? that tommy can do.

and buck smiles, bashful, because he can read between the lines, and he's lost too much in too little time – a father, a close-knit family, a best friend it feels at times – not to be recklessly hopeful when he can. so he says: "well, i miss your kitchen too."

and tommy smiles that scrunchy smile buck loves so much, eyes crinkling, and they're gonna need to use their words, so many words, but not yet.

besides, buck knows what tommy means, when he looks at him all soft and relieved like that and says, deadpan and snarky as ever: "what a coincidence!"

buck moves in three days later.

[atevanfool]

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Buck set down the large, fake plant with massive leaves leaning every which way against the wall next to the glass sliding doors. Grinning, he wiped his hands together as if dislodging imaginary dust. That had been the last thing. Turning, he admired the space, with its open plan design and large amounts of light flooding it through the massive wall of windows. The room smelled faintly of vanilla candle as he breathed in deep, placing his hands on his hips, nodding approvingly at what he’d accomplished.

Arms, familiar, and warm, snaked around his middle as a head came to rest, heavy, on his shoulder. Dry lips pressed against the underside of his jaw which made him sigh in pleasure. The body pressed to his back was just another thing that finally made him feel like he was truly home; like he had a place to stay that wouldn’t be pulled out from under his feet yet again. Not this time.

Tommy kissed the side of his neck before burying his nose there, breathing deeply as he asked, “All settled in?”

“Yeah I uh… I think so. Did you get everything moved into the… into our… room?” The simple change of phrase sent shivers up and down his spine, made heat seep into the deepest roots of his soul, pleasure humming along every nerve.

Tommy hummed, nodding slightly, the tip of his nose bumping Buck’s exposed skin which made him laugh and push his head away. Tommy looked affronted, mouth hanging open. “Yes, but maybe I shouldn’t have. Domestic disputes already?”

Buck turned, waist still circled by those divine, familiar arms and wrapped his own around his boyfriend’s neck. The same height, he could stare into those deep blue pools forever without ever worrying about the pain in his neck. He wanted to. If he could he would, but instead he said, “I’ll argue with you over the dumbest things for the rest of our lives if you’ll let me.”

Tommy smiled that full, crinkle-eyed smile he reserved only for Buck as he leaned in for a quick kiss before saying, “Well, you’re home now so yeah. Let’s spend the rest of our days arguing over what’s for dinner, whose turn it is to take out the trash, and which shitty straight to TV Christmas Hallmark movie we’re going to watch next.”

“Absolutely.” Buck grinned, leaning in to press their foreheads together.

Because Buck was finally home. Now, and forever.

[whizzzerbrown]

I have absolutely no idea what's going to happen next week with Tommy's involvement in the rescue. So there's no context, just a self-indulgent aftermath-of-the-emergency dramatic love confession. And Buck and Tommy crying.

“Thank you, Tommy. I mean it. I appreciate your help. This… uh, you know how much they mean to me”

It doesn’t even begin to cover it. Gratitude is way too small of a word. It’s relief, but also so much more than that. It’s everything.

It’s too much for Buck to articulate. Even though, it’s screaming inside him, desperate to be shared. To be heard.

“I’m glad they’re gonna be okay. And that you have your loved ones back. Most of them at least”

Apparently, Tommy didn’t hear it at all.

“I’m not in love with Eddie, you idiot. I’m in love with you!”

“Evan…”

Buck feels more than he can actually hear Tommy whisper his name. He looks like all his strings are cut. Deflated. Tears springing to his eyes.

God, this is one damaged man.

“I’m in love with you. You just got to choose to believe it”

Buck really hopes he will.

When Tommy meets his gaze for a fraction of a second, there’s so much pain shining in his eyes.

It pulls uncomfortably at Buck’s heart. He really wants so to reach out to him, hoping for osmosis to convey his feelings. But he’s not actually convinced, Tommy isn’t going to literally break if he does. So he doesn’t.

“I don’t… think…”, Tommy draws in a breath, “I don’t think I can”

“So you’re not even going to try?” Buck’s voice breaks around the end and he feels himself welling up with tears now, too.

He isn’t sure if he even wants an answer to that. If Tommy says no, then that’s it. He’s not going to chase after him if Tommy isn’t willing to take that leap for them. If Tommys says no, that’s it. And when he turns to leave, Buck is going to lose a part of his heart for good. The part that Tommy’s has made a home in for himself, consciously or not. The part that is perfectly Tommy-shaped. The part only Tommy could fill.

Buck really wishes he won’t say no.

Tommy sucks in a sharp breath, turns to face Buck again and he can see Tommy’s bottom lip trembling and the tears finally spilling over. Tommy raises his hand, his fingertips reaching for Buck, a featherlight touch to his cheek before he drops his hand again. Sobs.

“How?”

Oh thank god.

It’s not a no.

“Stay”, he chokes out. Finally reaching out for Tommy himself. Catching his hand in his own, squeezing desperately.

“Don’t run. Or, at-at least not so fast. Not-not so far”

“Not so fast. Not so far”, Tommy repeats breathlessly.

And then the full weight of Tommy Kinard crashes against him as the man surges forward into an unbelievable tight embrace.

They cling onto each other, trembling, sobbing. And Buck feels it all. Gratitude, relief, catharsis, love. So much love.

And he knows Tommy can feel it, too.

[louiseolivier]

Fic Idea

Post 8x05

Bobby's acting strangely—not overtly, but just enough that everyone is side-eyeing each other. Buck decides to hang back after his shift one morning and catches Bobby still in his office. He asks him what's up, and Bobby admits that even though Gerrard is gone, that doesn't mean the budget cuts also went away. The good news is that with union pushback, instead of firing someone, they've agreed to rotating month-long furloughs, effective Nov 1st.

Buck immediately volunteers for A shift. He'll do Nov and Dec. Bobby says he can't let Buck sacrifice that much of his paycheck. Buck tells him he's got enough stocked away for a couple of months and that he wants to do this. It might even be good for him.

The first month is really good. Tommy works 48/96, so they get four full days off together and it's amazing. They had a mini vacation in Palm Springs where they went stargazing, hung out by the pool, and spent a day in Joshua Tree.

Buck gets in a lot of reading and knocks down his sizable tbr. He fills in as a sitter for Jee-Yun and enjoys the hell out of spending time with his niece (never mind her deep disappoint on the days Tommy isn't there too). He also gives himself a full day of doing nothing but scrolling his phone. He jumps from one Wikipedia article to another and explores exceedingly niche substacks.

And he still gets 118 time. At least once a week he goes in and cooks a filling lunch for them. He does it at the 217 too, where they sing his praises. He even spent two days being a firefighter when Chim came down with a cold. All in all his month off was pretty amazing, and he figures December would be a piece of cake. He's so sure that he tells Bobby he'll take January too.

Except it stops being a piece of cake. Two days in and he's already restless. It doesn't help when Tommy, Chim, and Eddie show up and tell him how they worked together for a rooftop rescue at Nakatomi Tower. Buck doesn't know the building and asks where it's located. The guys are dumbfounded. "Like, Die Hard, man," Eddie tells him. "Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs?" Tommy says hopefully. "Die Hard...Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker?" Chimney prods. "Oh, yeah," Buck says, having it all click together.

After that his aimlessness really takes hold. He keeps himself busy by feeding the 217 breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the days Tommy works. On his second day, one of Tommy's crew tells him, "You know, you should start taking orders. Make some money since they won't let you fight fires.

Buck's surprised at how fast the idea takes hold. He spends all four of his days with Tommy talking about it. He feels like he's vibrating out of his skin, and he falls just a little more in love with Tommy when he tells Buck that his idea is not only good, but that he knows a guy who can help make it happen.

Buck next goes to his team and explains his idea. He's going to open a sandwich service. Nearby fire stations will send in orders the day before, the sandwiches will be made the next morning, and delivered throughout the afternoon. Tommy has a friend who will rent out commercial kitchen space to him, and the employees will be fellow furloughed firefighters. They wouldn't be making the same pay, but they would be making something instead of draining out their savings like Buck. Eddie's all in, but Hen and Chim are a little more hesitant. Whether they come around or not, that's okay. Buck plans on starting small and thinks he can do it with three or four people, and he has multiple firehouses to pull from. But he knows his biggest hurdle is coming up with the start-up cash.

He toys with the idea of asking his parents for a loan. They were willing to fork over money for Chim and Maddie's down payment, and they swear up and down they want to make amends, so if Buck needs to use guilt to get a cut, he will. Before he can work up the nerve to ask, Tommy hands him a card and calls it an early Christmas present. Inside is a check for 10k. Buck's floored and misty eyed. He asks how and why and are you sure? Tommy pulls him in and tells Buck that he's sure. That he believes in Buck and wants to do whatever he can to help him succeed. Including making sandwiches.

And that's it. That's all I've got. Purged from the system.

[tommysspumoni]

This was just floating around in my brain so here you go.

———

After Buck and Tommy move in together Buck wants to get a cat. The problem? Tommy hates strongly dislikes cats. They’re little assholes who constantly knock your stuff off the tables. But with how excited Buck gets, Tommy just can’t tell him no.

So Buck spends hours scrounging humane society websites in search of the perfect cat for him and Tommy. They go to the shelter together to fill out the paperwork and bring their new addition home.

It’s an older cat, the shelter workers said he’s very calm and likes to keep to himself. Tommy thinks it’s perfect. His boyfriend is happy and maybe this cat won’t be all over him for affection or knocking his glass off the coffee table.

Boy is he wrong. The cat absolutely LOVES Tommy. Constantly climbing in his lap on the couch or rubbing up against his legs while he’s in the kitchen and making him trip. He’ll never admit to the amount of times he’s called him a dickhead when he trips over him when he gets a drink in the middle of the night. He’ll also never admit to anyone that the cat may actually be growing on him.

Well almost never. Buck finds out his boyfriend’s animosity to cats one day while he’s showing chimney a photo of their cat curled up on Tommy’s chest in their bed.

“Never thought I’d see Tommy with a cat” chimney says.

“What do you mean?” Buck asks, obviously confused.

“I specifically remember Tommy saying something about hating cats.”

Later that night, they’re laying down for bed and the cat perches himself on Tommy’s chest.

“Hey I had an interesting conversation with chimney today.” Buck says.

“What’s that?” Tommy asks, lazily rubbing the cats head.

“He says you hate cats.” Buck states. Tommy sighs as he drops his hand down to his side.

“Fucking Howie.” He grumbles quietly, annoyed that chimney had let the cat out of the bag. (Pun intended?)

“Tommy. Why did you agree to getting a cat if you hate cats?” Buck asks.

“I wouldn’t say I “hate” them. I strongly dislike them. You seemed so excited about getting a cat. I just want you to be happy.” He pauses. “Besides. I think this little guy is starting to grow on me.” He adds, petting the cat again.

[gwenfr]

Next Christmas, I want Hen to send one of her Christmas card to Tommy's house but then she also sends one to Buck's apartment, addressed to Evan Buckley AND Tommy Kinard and at the end of the card she wrote "PS : Tommy, 2 cards for you, to make up for the past ones you didn't receive 😉"

And then next year, she still do it even tho Tommy and Evan live in the same house.

2 years from now, she still does it but now it's 3 cards : 1 addressed to Tommy Kinard, 1 to Evan Buckley AND Tommy Kinard and 1 addressed to Tommy Kinard-Buckley because now the boys are married...

and maybe Buck can't stop the laughs he has seeing it but secretly he's a little jealous and Tommy see that and mentions it in passing to Hen and Karen but the women decide from now on to also sent 3 cards to Buck.

(and with how many cards they now have, Buck and Tommy make a collage of all the Wilson's family Christmas cards and hung it on one of their living room's wall every Christmas ☺️)