Welcome to Tevantober! A promptober event to inspire you to create for our beloved Bucktommy during this month of October!
Participation is simple: create something featuring Buck/Tommy and tag your fanworks with #tevantober2024 and the prompt(s) here on tumblr or add to the collection on ao3. There are 3 prompts for each week (trope, seasonal, kinky) which are up to your own interpretation, and you can do as few or as many as you like.
Please note: this event is officially running only on tumblr and ao3, but you can share the list and graphic on other platforms (please credit @buckevantommy if you do).
October 1st - 6th → First Time | Cozy | Body Worship
Buck heaves a contented sigh as he steps inside their cabin, leaving the breezy afternoon outside. He's not exactly cold but the cozy warmth that surrounds him now feels perfect after a few hours spent wandering around Big Bear Lake.
“I'll prepare us a warm bath,” Tommy offers with a smile, kissing his cheek.
Buck watches his boyfriend disappear down the hallway and then hangs his coat next to the door, stepping out of his boots too.
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or, the one where Buck and Tommy spend a cozy afternoon in their cabin at Big Bear Lake.
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“I don’t think I’d want all of our vacations to be this,” Tommy says when Buck steps back onto the porch, two mugs of warm spiced apple cider in his hands, “but I’d be willing to do this one again.”
Buck has to pause at that. At Tommy’s easy assumption that they’ll be taking more vacations together. That they’ll be tighter long enough to go other places and come back here.
Title: First Times Are Scary
Fandom(s): 9-1-1
Relationships: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Tags: Established Relationship, Trans Buck
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Summary: First times were hard.
Word Count: 1,413
Author Notes: Written for Tevantober 2024, and the prompt of First Time.
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attempting to do this thing so here's the start of week 1
“Remind me again why we decided to come to Alaska for our vacation,” Tommy muttered as he placed another log into the wood stove and closed the door, making sure the damper was open.
Buck continued to bounce around the room, unpacking toiletries and organizing suitcases.
“Aw, c’mon, babe, it’ll be fun! We’ve got five days of relaxation ahead of us,” Buck said. “Plus the hiking and shopping and sightseeing and the helicopter tour and -”
“Sweetheart, if you wanted a helicopter tour of mountains, I could’ve flown us myself. We wouldn’t even have had to leave California,” Tommy interrupted.
“There’s also the hot tub,” Buck added, hopeful. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
Tommy chuckled, “It got lost in the blizzard that’s supposed to hit in a few hours.”
“Ah,” Buck scoffed, waving him off, “a little snow storm won’t be enough to stop us. Besides, it’ll probably miss us anyway.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Tommy said, walking over to Buck to help him with the last of the bags. “Doesn’t matter what we do. I’m just happy to be here with you.”
Buck laughed, “You’re a dork, you know that?” but he was blushing all the same.
“Yeah, but you like it.”
“I do,” he nodded. “I really, really do.” He placed a hand low on Tommy’s back, pulled him close, and kissed him softly.
“Now,” Buck said, “what would you like for dinner?” He walked over to the small kitchen in their cabin and started going through the bags of groceries they had brought. “We have pasta or pasta or pasta,” he said, pulling out box after box as he went, “or pasta or pasta. Did I mention pasta?”
“Sweetheart, why did you bring so much pasta?” Tommy asked, laughing as he walked to the kitchen to see.
“You know how some people panic and over-pack underwear? Well, I think I did that with the food. I also brought way too much produce, two dozen of my homemade granola bars, and five pounds of trail m- It’s not funny!” he griped, acting put-out but then laughing at himself right along with Tommy.
“Well,” Tommy mused once his laughter died down, “I think I’d like pasta for dinner.”
Buck smiled. “Coming right up!”
Before Buck could get too far, Tommy grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a searing kiss. The dazed look on Buck’s face when Tommy leaned back was as gratifying as the first time he saw it.
“Um,” Buck blinked, “wha- what was that for?”
“Nothing in particular. You’re adorable and looked like you needed kissing,” Tommy shrugged. “Now, how can I help with dinner?”
Later, as they were sitting down to eat, Buck looked out the small kitchen window and groaned. “I stand corrected about the blizzard missing us.”
yes, i am still working on the tevantober week 1 prompt. yes, i am determined to finish it. yes, i will get back to the kink fic when i'm done :) for now, here's another tease. tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @spotsandsocks
It had been so long since Tommy felt safe enough to do this, relishing in the freedom and security that comes with knowing the man in his bed will take care of him in every possible way. When he made up his mind that this was what he wanted, there was still a small niggling voice whispering that it would bring up old memories of his time cruising bars for men. Men who would use him and then leave him to pick up the pieces of himself from the floor of the dingy bathroom or dirty alleyway. But he didn’t feel any of that now. He felt safe, whole. His entire being was filled with a sense of rightness, certainty, and Evan, Evan, Evan.
As Buck walked in, Tommy wasted no time kissing him, immediately divesting him of his overshirt, but when Buck attempted to return the favor, Tommy stopped him, grasping his wrists gently.
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. This is about you.”
“What? Tommy, this - this is all supposed to be about us.”
“Yes, but,” Tommy continued, moving his hands to the button on the waist of Buck’s pants, “you planned everything and made all the reservations, and I want to show you my gratitude.”
“But To-”
Buck didn’t get to finish his rebuttal as Tommy captured his lips once again, licking into his mouth and drawing out a helpless whine.
