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Been a while… have been cramming for the next test I have tomorrow so hard my body has not been happy with me but we had a test last week as well so that’s why. After this test I’m gonna remember to breathe again. Still havent written in forever AHHHHHHH
and suddenly it’s 3.30am the day of the test. I woke up an hour ago. I feel so awful. I have super bad nasal congestion and nausea. My tummy is bubbling. I feel so sick. I don’t know what’s happened to me 😭
Been a while… have been cramming for the next test I have tomorrow so hard my body has not been happy with me but we had a test last week as well so that’s why. After this test I’m gonna remember to breathe again. Still havent written in forever AHHHHHHH
AU where Abby is still engaged to Tommy, when she meets Buck. Sparks fly and Abby forgets she's not supposed to do anything about that. Things with Tommy have been… stale, for a long time. Comfortable, but nothing like what she feels when Buck pays her the smallest amount of attention.
Tommy notices. Abby isn't subtle. She mentions Buck, maybe more than a little. Tommy isn't hurt, doesn't ask any of the questions he's supposed to. He's been wanting to end things for a long time, but he fears if he's the one to end it, it will hurt Abby more, than if she was the one to leave.
The more she talks about Buck, the more things begin to crystalise. If Tommy can push her into Buck's arms, maybe things between them can end well. Abby will have a brand new boyfriend and Tommy can… Tommy can figure out what comes next.
Buck shows up at the apartment, unplanned. Maybe Abby sounded sad when they spoke on the phone. Something makes him want to check on her. But Abby is working late, so he meets Tommy. Tommy invites him in, tries to be subtle, but Buck isn't picking up what he's putting down, so he ends up saying it as it is. If Buck has feelings for Abby, he should pursue her. It doesn't go the way Tommy thought it would.
Buck asks what's going on. Are they in an open relationship? Is it a cuck thing? A unicorn thing? Tommy is annoyed that Buck doesn't say sure, Tommy! I'll seduce your fiance, you don't have to tell me twice! No, Buck is inquisitive and wants to know everything. Abby comes home, before Buck can get his answers.
Abby gets flustered and realises what her relationship with Buck might look like. It's a mess of an evening. Buck stays for dinner. Abby spends the whole night trying to convince all three of them that things are decidedly platonic – also after Buck leaves. Tommy says it's OK, even though Abby is clearly frustrated by that. Tommy could at least pretend to be a little bit jealous!
Buck talks to Hen about it. He figures Bobby is a little too traditional to be helpful with whatever is going on. When Hen realises it's Tommy Kinard, she gives Buck his phone number.
Things only get more complicated when the two of them meet up. Tommy tries again. Buck understands Tommy's plan, but he doesn't understand why Tommy doesn't like Abby. Tommy has to patiently explain that he loves Abby, but not in the way she deserves. Buck is little dense, and Tommy sees no other way out, than coming out.
The concept of not liking women at all throws Buck for a momentary loop, but he gets back on track and makes puppy eyes at Tommy, because that sounds really tough. And sad. For everyone involved. Buck agrees to keep seeing Abby and see where things go. He doesn't know her that well yet, so he can't say for certain, but if Tommy promises it's OK, he'd like to spend more time with Abby.
Being with Buck makes Abby light up in ways Tommy has never seen before. Tommy is happy for her. He himself feels lighter.
Until Buck starts checking up on him. Buck's been wanting to kiss Abby for a while now, but he needs to know it's still OK. If Tommy is still OK with it. If Tommy has talked to Abby about it yet. Tommy was hoping he didn't have to, but Buck insists.
It's a difficult conversation, with no clear conclusion. Abby is free to do whatever she wants to do with Buck, but he doesn't label it. Neither one of them do.
It works out, for a while. Abby is happy with Buck, and Tommy is happy for her – for both of them. Unexpectedly, Abby wakes up to the fact that she can do whatever she wants. All these things she figured she was getting too old for. Hearing about all Buck's travels inspires her. Suddenly, Buck and Tommy are single.
They try to make sense of things together. They've been together in this, in a way. They can't exactly explain the situation to anyone else. Buck loves a project, so he asks Tommy if he needs help with the whole coming out of the closet thing. Tommy says no, at first, but after thinking it over, he wouldn't mind the support. Buck thoroughly researches gay bars and finds what he considers is the best one.
A lot of revelations happen in that gay bar. No one is more surprised than Buck. They have fun, at first, but with every guy that approaches Tommy, Buck gets more wound up. He doesn't know Tommy that well, but he knows Tommy can do better – Tommy deserves better. Buck is too busy guarding Tommy, he doesn't notice the attention he's getting himself.
They've hardly had anything to drink, when Tommy herds them back out the door. Buck is ranting about the state of things, making sweeping generalisations about gay people and LA's nightlife, when Tommy asks if he wants to head back to his place. Buck looks at him, with those eyes of his, and says yes.
They share a beer in the kitchen, the air between them too charged to sit down. Months of knowing each other from a distance culminate in a clumsy and curious kiss. They both know all the reasons why Abby liked each of them, but they don't know each other like that, not yet. Buck can't believe how right it feels to kiss another man. How good it feels to be wrapped in Tommy's arms. Tommy is overwhelmed by how uncomplicated it is. He doesn't have to convince himself he likes it.
Tommy has complicated feelings about having sex in the bed he bought with Abby – a bed he knows Buck has shared with her, too – but his feelings for Buck aren't complicated at all.
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“Buck,” he said, too quiet to be anything but a whisper and Eddie’s chest went tight with want that he almost couldn’t breathe again.
Two, glassy blue eyes blinked at him. Two, swollen pink lips puckered on a failed attempt at his name. Two hands twitched in the shadows and Eddie was dragged back down into the stunning crash of reality as he took Buck in. The red rimmed around his eyes was still there but there was something else too. Something beyond the dark shadows cutting deep circles under his eyes. Something lost and alone and a little broken swimming beneath tears that were welling up in them but not quite falling past the lash line.
“Make me stop, Eddie,” Buck said, his voice cracking on his name like it was a desperate prayer. “P-Please make me stop.”
Eddie didn’t know what he meant. He didn’t even know if he was hallucinating or not. But then Buck held up his hands and Eddie saw in the light how violently they were shaking.
aka Eddie realizes a few things after Buck runs off to Big Bear to save Maddie in 2x11
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I'll find the way to utter these three words to you. One day
buctommy / G / 2908 words
Tommy can't say "I love you" to Buck for a long time. They still find the way to build their life despite it
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Getting back together was the most happiest, yet once again terrifying experience in Tommy's life. But he couldn't stay away. Not when Evan was right here asking about another chance, begging Tommy to believe in their forever. Give them the chance to try and go against all the odds that they burn again.
And Tommy? He let it happen. Let himself fall again.
But he wasn't ready for this morning two months later.
As always in his life the disaster came from his happy day routine.
He just gives Evan his morning coffee when this wild and full of life energy, that Tommy can't never match, man turned his life upside down.
"I l-love you," Evan smiles into his coffee, but keeps the eye contact with that same face that Tommy saw on repeat in his dreams, breaking his heart once again, but not stopping revising — like in his personal hell — the moment he left Evan behind.
The look of utter devotion, happiness, hope and — as now Tommy understands — love.
He wished for this moment for decades. For just one person to love him.
Who could have known he never was ready?
Why being loved is so scary when it is given to you on the plate like the most beautiful and nourishing meal of your live?
"You ah what?" he turns to the sink, being too interested in washing his cup that was still half full.
Smooth as ever that he is.
The beautiful calamity, one way going no brakes — like avalanche — that his boyfriend is, he doesn't stop, leaving Tommy hard to breath.
"I love you," Evan repeats as if the first one was not enough to share the amount of this feeling he has. Knowing Evan it never would be enough words for him.
Tommy stubbornly cleans the cup that it creaks in screams of mercy. Nonna would have been proud with how blindly white it is now.
"Oh ... Wow... I —"
"You don't.. you don't have to answer," Evan assures, but Tommy can't hear the sound of his voice breaking and not from his normal stammer.
It's the worst torture to know he hurts Evan again after he pledged to himself that night that Evan bestowed them another chance to never do it again.
He broke it in two months without even trying to run this time.
"No, it's not it, it just, Evan... I'm," he tries to save the situation, but his tongue feel glued at place.
"I h-have a shift. Talk to you later."
In a second Evan's gone.
Tommy has to admit than you hear this stupid phrase yourself it's not fun even thought Evan is actually working today.
Unlike him.
Fuck!
What he would give to not rote all by himself for 24 hours. But he still have 48 hours till his next shift.
Fixing the door in the bedroom it is then. He needs manual labor.
***
The small knock is barely heard over the sound of coffee makes. Yet Tommy does hear. This patter that only one person makes.
Evan. He's back.
Tommy doesn't know what awaits him behind the closed door, but Evan's back. It should be good omen, right?
"Hey," Evan mutters, coughs, then louder, "I brought chocolate chip cookies. I-if you want me to come in."
The Tupperware in Evan's hands has condensate. He must have made the cookies right before coming right here from the shift.
"I do want you here," Tommy assures, "I'm not sure you'll want to stay."
"C-can we talk? Before I make myself believe you don't love me and we should break up which might turn out wrong? I don't w-want to lose you without fighting, Tommy."
Tommy grabs his hand, pulling Evan inside and kissing that unbearably perfect man. The cheek under his palm is slightly prickly, the Tupperware slips the warm on the level of his second to fifth ribs. Or maybe it's just his heart pumps way more blood that it should.
"It's not that I don't l —," Tommy winces. How pathetic that he can't even say the word?
He holds Evan's palm to his heart. The eye to eye contact — Tommy can't stop wondering how Evan's eyes can be baby blue most of the time, but when Evan is sad they got arctic cold blue which still warm like Evan always is — and he lets himself open up. To fight for them.
"I do have feelings for you Evan. So many. I want to have you in my life. I need you to survive this world. The life is not so colorful and tasteful without you. You're like both the color palate and all the spice in this world make it perfect for me. I can't exist knowing you might be not happy how it was this 24 hours. I need you, OK?"
He feels himself get a little crazy and electric with the need for Evan to know and understand.
"I just I … I don't know what exactly is the problem. I just can't say this stupid word."
"I understand," Evan nods with a smile. "I got t-the idea that love kicked you before not once, not even twice I guess."
Tommy makes a small nod
Evan pecks his lips.
"I don't need the word. You being with me. You showing that you love me is enough. You're e-enough I promise."
It's like a switch in his brain.
Next thing Tommy knows Evan is pinned to the door and kissed like tomorrow would never come.
The sound of the Tupperware hitting the floor is not the reason for them to stop.
—
It's hours later when they are in bed, getting ready to sleep, but clinging to each other and to some alone time, hidden in the warm hugs of evening darkness, welcoming and hiding them from the world, that Tommy opens up.
"My mom always said 'I love you' first thing every morning and last thing every night," Tommy confesses into Evan's chest that serves as his pillow for the night. "When I was ten she did it again, tucked me in bed said she loved me, but in the morning she was gone. To better life. Without me and dad. She's now in Colorado with better husband and three other kids."
Evan's finger's in his hair somehow start to move gentler, sweeter, as if settling him in good moment of their time. Not letting him get lost in the past.
"I told it to Abby. A lot," he admits. Evan's hands scratch his back slowly. Like Tommy is the moody cat that needs careful loving hands to let them pet and love him. "So much that I was as she called me 'the most romantic man alive'.
Tommy exhales the pain for old him and the woman he broke with his lies.
"But truth is I did it because I believed if I might have said it enough time, it would become true. I'd love her as she loved me and as she deserved."
The kiss to his forehead makes him melt.
"Then there was Johnathan. He wasn't my first kiss with a man, or first sex, but he was my first serious relationship with a man and …," he sighs, and barely in a whisperer admits, "my first real love."
He doesn't remember when tears came, but the warm skin under him suddenly wet.
"You don't have to say it all tonight," Evan assures and Tommy kisses him once again this day. With all the love and devotion he has.
He hides in Evan's chest again. It's easier talk like this.
"I fall for him. Deep. We were together for just a little bit less than a year than I said I loved him," he swallows remembering this moment. How he looked into those deep chocolate eyes and made himself believe he saw forever for them. To be brought back to earth in cruel next second.
"He … he laughed at me. Asked what I was taking about. I barely dated any men. Just like him. Said we should look what else was there before settling down."
Evan's fingers brush his tears away.
"That night he cleaned my house from his clothes and I haven't seen him ever since."
The silence in the room is not bad, but tensed. Full of the negativity that Tommy admitted.
Then tentatively. Evan holds his face, making him look at him.
"I love you. I'm n-not going anywhere. I'm not saying it to believe I love men. I know I like them, yes, just like women, but I love you. You're my first man, but not my first love or serious relationship. But you are my first that I want to be my forever. And I asked you to give as a chance for it and I hope you're still in."
"I am, Evan, but you deserve to be happy and loved and —"
Evan puts the finger to his lips.
"I am happy. And loved. Here with you. And till you can say it to me I'll just have to believe it because you're staying with me," he swallows and Tommy can see some deep, deep fear under all the confidence that Evan keeps.
He promises himself to say it to Evan as soon as he can.
"I'll stay with you."
That he can say for now.
It can be the 'I love you' today.
—
They move on from this night steadier than they were before. With days passing and turning in weeks and weeks turning into two months Evan gets to say those words like they are his comfort hoodie that he refuses to ever take off.
It comes easier to him. So easy.
And it both gives Tommy warm felling on his skin like the softest and warmest blanket is buries him in itself, turning him into comfy burrito, but his legs stay cold outside. Because he hates that after months he still can't say it back.
He tries — to bitten lips and white fists — to say it back, but when the moments of domestic 'I love yous', that Evan hits him with, come, he's never ready.
"H-hey, can you grab the dinner tonight? I'm not in the mood for cooking?"
"Of course, baby."
"Thanks. Love you. See you later."
A second of a pause where he ties to say the words back, and then —
"See you."
And nothing more.
Evan's long not on the line with him, but Tommy stares in his phone looking for the answer to the maze that is his mind to bring hin to the final exit so he can be free to love.
He knows the words is not all, most people say it without meaning every day and his action should talk louder, but it's like the last obstacle that keeps him on the edge of this door with Evan.
Not half out like the last time, but just inside to be ready to run pretty quickly of he has to.
And he hates it. Hates himself. Hate being sacred to be heartbroken.
I just want to stay with him forever. Please I wan to stay with him forever — he prays into the night, cuddling with Evan on the couch with trashy TV and good takeout.
***
With 118 luck Evan is, of course, up to another near death experience right after they had their new three months together.
Tommy never wants to have the call from the hospital about the man, who has his heart, fighting for his life. His greedy of Evan and fucked up enough to wish no one ever have this privileged over him to be called to be here for Evan.
That's his part of Evan to have.
Hours of the sick feeling of his heart beating in his throat, hours of holding Maddie's hand — being gobsmacked with when they reached this moment of connection — Tommy's finally is around Evan, holding his hand.
The man is unconscious, and will be for a while, but he's alive and going to recover. That's all Tommy needs for now.
"Evan," Tommy whispers int Evan's ear, brushing his cheek carefully, "I…I can't lose you, ok? Not now, not ever. I …" he swallows the word that burns his throat with bile, but never comes even in the moment like today, when he could have lose Evan without ever saying it to him.
"I need you forever, OK, baby? Till we die together one day really old and after I tell you this three words so much you will beg me to stop," Tommy intertwines his picky with Evan's. "That's a pinky promise, sweetheart. You can't die now. I don't care you're sleeping."
In the morning Evan repeats this promise for Tommy anyway.
They both know it's not in their hands to decide, but they can pretend they all controlling for this moment anyway. Just to find the way to move on from this heartbreak.
—
Nine months of their second try. Three months after their successful moving together, Tommy breaks.
Nothing will stop him today. He made his mind. He will say "I love you" before getting on one knee and ask Evan to marry him.
Easy plan. Feed Evan his favorite dinner in his favorite Italian place. Order them dessert with the champagne. Ask Evan to walk down the beach that is so close to restaurant. Watch sunset together. And when Evan is distracted with the view of sun and ocean, get on one knee with the affirmation of his feelings and the most important question of their lives.
Nothing in his life is easy, of course.
That's word … he might start believe is cursed for him.
He's on his last bite of the tiramisu they shared , as well as spumoni, taking the last sip of his champagne, when all hell breaks lose.
Tommy really shouldn't have look up, taking that sip, because he chokes, when his eyes land on him.
Johnathan.
With his hair as immaculate perfect to the last bit. As blonde as before. Not even one gray hair. Clean shaved face that must be even gleaming on the sun. And the picture perfect smile — that only acts all easy going, but actually cold like antarctic. And neatly chose outfit that might as well work for Oscar premier.
The man, a boy more like as he looks less than 20, in his arms looks like a price accessory.
Tommy should look away, but he can't.
Once that man was his everything. Tommy so badly tried to convince himself he was the same to him. Now he sees it was so stupid.
Luckily the man moves different direction to secured area and Tommy can breath just a little bit better.
"A-are you OK? You look like you saw a ghost."
"Not a ghost,"Tommy finally looks at the man he must. With the real smile that bright and warm as sun. "Johnathan," he adds quietly.
Evan adorably frowns. "As the Johnathan. First love Johnathan?"
Tommy nods with a lip bitten, not trying to deny it.
"Hmm," Evan takes a sip of his drink, his face having som many feelings on it. Tommy can't even comprehend it all.
"Are you jealous?"
"What? No. More like," Evan puts the glass down, thinking, "pitying that man, but thanking him to leaving you for me. You're mine, not his," Evan shrugs, "his lose, mine gain."
That… that makes his laugh so loud several tables look their way. But he can't stop. Full belly laughing .
Gosh, how he loves his man … only words don't want to come out how he planned for them to come today.
But he can't let that man take more of him that he already took.
"Wanna watch sunset on the beach?" he asks Evan.
The night ends lucky for Tommy. Evan says eyes and sunset was his favorite orange-pink today.
The only thing that would have been better it's him saying those stupid three words.
—
Their wedding. His and Evan's. They made it. Through all the pain and the hardships, through all the good days they made it here. To this botanic garden that Evan asked — begged really not that he needed to pursue Tommy much — for their day.
The venue is beautiful Tommy will give Evan this.
All the different colors around them, all the possible green, mix together in the perfect color palette.
Maybe a little bit extravagant for some, but Tommy can't imagine marry Evan Buckley somewhere else.
Not that he won't. He'd marry Evan near any trash can, or eloped. More importantly is who he marries.
But being here today feels right. Having the warm , slightly sweaty, palms in his , while he holds the eye contact with breathtakingly beautiful Evan is all he could never even imagine.
But it's his.
It's his wedding. It's his man in light blue suit, tries to keep his tears at bay.
Tommy lost this battle when he saw Evan walking to him.
"Tommy, Evan, with the power given to me by LAFD and the internet page I've read about the officiating the weddings," Ravi makes all people chuckle, "I pronounce you husbands. You can kiss."
Evan lips on his only sweeter when now he knows they are his forever.
"I love you," he whispers in their kiss, "I love you so much."
Evan stops for a second, blinking at him, then smiles, "Best fucking day of my life."
Tommy doesn't think they'll stop kissing on time to go for their reception.
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Evan pauses there, and Tommy bites his lip. He doesn't, he can't, his hands struggle futilely in Evan's grip. "I don't —"
"Tell me you want me, Tommy. I'll give it to you, just tell me." The pressure against Tommy's rim grows, but he doesn't say a word. He doesn't want Evan; he can't want Evan. Tommy got a stupid sex 'bot to fix him, not make him worse.
"What I want is for you to get off of me," Tommy says, voice rough.
A puff of air, circuit-warm, grazes Tommy's cheek as Evan sighs. "Why don't you let yourself — Whatever. I'll give it to you anyway." The head of Evan's cock pushes past his rim.
Tommy can't bite back the "yes" that he hisses out — it feels like it's pushed out of him, like Evan's cock forces the air out of his lungs as it slowly slides into him. It's the only thing he's had in him beyond his own fumbling fingers, or Evan's tail just now, Tommy supposes, and it feels — "So big, fuck."
Huffing a quiet laugh, Evan says, "Aw, shucks, Tommy. You a size queen?"
Tommy just shakes his head again, groaning when Evan's hips finally meet his ass. "Not a fucking queen, asshole." Evan only hums, squeezing Tommy's hands in his own, but otherwise staying still. The clock in the hallway ticks. Tommy sounds embarrassingly breathy when he asks, "Are you going to do anything, or are we roleplaying Mormon teenagers?"
another @crash-that-helicopter-week fic! 3.8k, canon typical injuries and walk it off mentality
Lucy, Buck, a missing hiker and a helicopter. This is fine.
“Are you serious?” Lucy glared as Buck hopped into the other seat. “Is there no one else on your engine who could do this instead?”
Buck shrugged, doing up the seatbelt and getting his headset on. “Hi Lucy, how are you? Oh I’m fine, thanks. Well not really, you know, but we’ll pretend I am because we have to go find a hiker.”
Lucy didn’t respond as she lifted off, focused on the controls with a laser intensity. Buck waited until they were up in the air to try again.
“Can I ask why you were so upset to see me?”
Lucy still didn’t look at him, but she did answer. “Do you really need to ask?”
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On Theo’s first night in Buck’s house, Buck stands amid the debris of his destroyed living room and cries. It had taken hours to get Theo in bed and even semi-sleepy.
Buck is on the verge of crossing the point of no return and spending the rest of his life with tears running down his face or a panic attack, whichever comes first, when his phone ringing interrupts his spiraling.
“Did he finally go to sleep?”
“Eddie,” Buck gasps.
“Your texts made it seem like you’re having a rough night. Are you crying? Are you okay?”
Buck laughs, tripping on manic. “No, I’m not. He’s asleep for now, but my house is a wreck and I’m exhausted and never getting my deposit back, and I don’t think I can do this Eddie. I-I’m so bad at this.”
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read on ao3 ; 3k of cat dad ravi and mushy feelings ; a 5+1 fic
Pippin is cute, and adorable, and possibly trying to steal his girlfriend.
“Uh, so,” Ravi paused in front of his door. “We just have to be careful going in.”
May raised an eyebrow at him. “Why?”
“Pippin — my cat — is kind of an escape artist,” Ravi explained. “And I’m late for his dinner.”
May giggled. “Alright, let’s not keep him waiting any longer,” she said.
Ravi unlocked the door and May scooted in behind him, closing it quickly behind her.
Pippin bounded up to them, skidding to a stop in front of Ravi and loudly expressing his displeasure as he pawed at Ravi’s knees and tried to climb up his leg.
“Okay, okay,” Ravi said, scooping him up into his arms and kissing his head. “I’m half an hour late, it's not the end of the world.”
Theo loves helicopters and wishes to fly in one. Buck calls Tommy for a favor.
"Yeah, I… I'm good, but I … uh have a favor to ask you."
"Evan —"
There's so much emotions he can hear. Shock, confusion, acceptance.
"Nothing bad! I promise. Not stole helicopters or-or FBI or people dying and I'll pay for helicopter rent, but my son really wants to fly in helicopter, but every tour company in LA refuse to take him. I even pay your friend for a helicopter. And you, of course. I, uh I just really need you to take us to fly on fourth."
and we don't even know each other now (I knew it, I knew you)
pairing: Buck&Tommy
rated: G
words: 4.3k
[Read on Ao3]
But now it's been almost ten years since they broke up, and Tommy moved on. His heart healed and found a new home a long time ago. That familiar warmth in his chest at seeing Evan slowly changes into simple nostalgic fondness, as Evan makes his way through the crowd closer to him.
"Tommy, hi! I thought that was you," he says, eyes sparkling, as he's grinning in astonishment. "Wow, I can't believe it's actually you. It's been so long!"
"Evan," Tommy breathes.
