Got Love-Stuck, Went Straight to My Head (Got Lovesick All Over My Bed)
SalTommy | 2,245 words | Explicit
part of @tommykinardweek 2024 (prompt: dom/sub dynamics)
Sal could only laugh as he released Tommy, the man doubling forward as he attempted to catch his breath. âGet in that bedroom and strip. I want you naked when I get in there.â Sal all but growled, his finger pointing toward Tommyâs bedroom.
OR: Sal shows Tommy what happens when he catches an attitude with his dom.
Ao3 Link: Got Love-Stuck, Went Straight to My Head (Got Lovesick All Over My Bed) - brittwrites - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
never said that we'd die together, that doesn't mean it was a lie
a fic by @christmassavestheyear for @tommykinardweek
Tommy knew, when he left Buck, that things would become more complicated; his friendship with Eddie is being practically poured out down the drain, and what was left of his friendship with Howie is slowly disintegrating, the phone calls landing fewer and farther between every time. Itâs not surprising, really; theyâre his friends, yes, but theyâre Buckâs family, and that takes precedence. It wouldâve been nice to have someone to call that night, when he came home, sure; but he didnât have that luxury, and itâs fine. Heâs been through plenty of breakups on his own before.
Or the one where Eddie has a protective streak, Tommy canât believe in something he canât have, and sometimes you have to walk away just to stay on your feet.
T | tevan & eddie | 1.7k
tommy week day seven - unexpected events
@tommykinardweek -> adventures with the 118 (buddietommy) I tried
they haven't said anything.
is there even anything to say yet?
there's so much that has happened but they're keeping everything close to the chest
they don't even know how to say anything yet
so they don't say a word
but everything goes to shit in 3 days.
the first mistake is eddie casually, sneakily, tossing his bag in buck and tommy's assigned room of the rented cabin in the mountains that bobby had booked the firefam for the holidays. or so he thinks, only to be caught by the keen eyes of athena and karen. he makes a feeble excuse, swallowing the urge to keen like a startled animal, and scampers away.
maddie's eyes narrow the next day as she notices tommy's gaze linger a bit too long on his boyfriend's best friend eddie's bare frame exiting the hot tub.
chimney gets into a shin-kicking match with buck at dinner as he's mistakenly felt up continuously with buck's foot... which is weird because tommy is seated right next to buck. his legs are oddly long, though...?
but it's bobby that catches them, limbs entwined and lips on skin to the point they look like some weird tentacled monster in the dark of the kitchen.
"3 fuckin' days," tommy moans into the pillow, mortified that this is how it happened. and on the first couples' family trip with the 118. buck rubs soothing circles on his back whilst eddie is full on body shaking with silent laughter.
"i'm just happy we don't have to tell them now," he says, which earns him a healthy smack from buck.
POV Tommy Kinard | Established Relationship | Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard | Fluff | Mild misunderstandings | Tommy Kinard is loved
"Thanks," Evan says, tipping the driver as Tommy climbs out of the car, looking around in confusion.
"I thought we were going to Miceli's?" he asks, turning to Evan with a raised eyebrow.
"Change of plan," Evan replies, snaking his hand into Tommy's and leading him inside the rowdy looking bar they've been dropped outside of, clearly trying to hide a smile.
AN ~ i had so much fun for @tommykinardweek day 3: supernatural creatures. introducing shapeshifter!tommy / dragon!tommy !! part (i) because i have a feeeeeeeling there'll be more dragon!tommy on the way
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Rated T. ~1300wd
Bucktommy, (buddietommy? đ), ft. the 118 and lucy donato
whump, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort
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here there be dragons (i) ~ a 911 AU
âHey, Buck.â Eddie nods behind him, gesturing out the window. âLunch plans?â
Buck turns to spot his favourite shadow; just a smudge on the horizon but growing fast. His face lights up, but falters almost immediately, as instinct whispers -
Too fast.
Normally, Tommy swoops and dives on his approach, tips a wing to say hi. Slows down. Shows off. This is different. This is careening through the sky like a meteorite; the shape of him is gnarled and twisted; the membranes of his handsome wings are scorched and torn and he's rapidly losing altitude. And balance.
âGet-â
âOn it.â
Heart in his throat, Buck leaps down the stairs as many as he dares take at a time. Eddie sprints for the station's med kit and punches the manual alarm as he follows on Buck's heels. He didn't need to: Hen, Chim and Bobby are already bolting out of their seats, and if they weren't, Tommy's shriek of warning would have been enough to get them hustling. The windows rattle, and Buck feels it in every molecule of his blood â the pleading; the pain.
Tommy.
The rest happens like watching a plane crash: Tommy's wing dips just a little too far, and all at once he's flung brutally forward. Neck, tail, wings, chest: he is crushed into the pavement out front of the station with the full force of his own tremendous weight, and Buck feels the ground shudder beneath his feet.
Then, stillness. It's over.
It's over, and Buck's knees unlock and he sprints to Tommy's side, where the dragon is rapidly shrinking, trying desperately to pull back into his human form. It's usually easier that way â easier to reach and fit and treat; easier for the shapeshifters' natural abilities too â but it's bad this time. His human body can't take the damage. Tommy writhes and whimpers, wordlessly screaming, because even screaming can't exorcise what's happening. Buck knows all too well what that's like; when all you know is fireworks in your eyes, blood in your mouth, pain.
âHey, it's okay,â Buck murmurs, and he can only hope to be heard over the agony. He creeps in closer, and almost receives a headbutt for his trouble, but he persists. âTommy. I'm here, you made it, it's okay. You're going to be okay.â
âI need a space here, Buck,â Eddie warns, trying to dodge Tommy's flailing wings to get in close enough to help. Tommy's looking more and more human by the second, but those things are still big and vicious enough to break bones if he's not careful. Hen and Chim will have readied the tranq gun by now. He prays they won't have to use it.
Buck bites his lip, mouth dry. He's trying, even as tears fill his vision. He curses the universe, and not for the first time, that he hasn't been blessed with the healing abilities his family had birthed him for. All he has to offer is himself. He can't even absorb the pain Tommy's going through â not literally, at least â but still, he's trying.
Buck prays that Tommy, in his delirium, can't feel his hands shaking as he lifts his all too human head into his lap. He strokes the furrowed, blood-spattered brow, which is rapidly changing from flesh to scaled and back as his body fights it out for who has to take this.
âBuck,â Eddie warns.
âJust a minute!â
Eddie watches closely. If this goes wrong, if Tommy shifts again, he and Buck could very easily both be crushed. He doesn't move back though; he can't leave them vulnerable like that, and he's got the morphine ready to go the second a vein opens up. At the lip of the station, where Bobby is holding the others back - where a small crowd has formed with baited breath - Chim has the tranq gun raised. His finger hovers over the trigger, but he holds off too. Just a few more seconds. He'll just try and give them a few more...
â... Evan?â
Tommy opens dazed eyes, and Buck could almost melt into a puddle.
âYeah, babe, I'm here. Eddie's going to give you some morphine, okay?â
Buck's tears of relief splash down onto Tommy's face but he's too preoccupied to notice. Both of them are, even as Eddie swoops in, slips the needle into the curve of Tommy's elbow and runs the line wide open. The effect is almost instantaneous: Tommy's breathing becomes less ragged, his flailing less violent. He clenches and unclenches his jaw and his fists as the pain finally, finally begins to relent.
âWe- we were helping make a break up on the ridge and the whole thing came down,â Tommy rasps. âThink there was a flash over... the whole... Lucy â Where's Lucy?â
In spite of it all, he tries to pull out of Buck's arms to sit up, but between them Buck and Eddie hold him down. Eddie looks over his shoulder, mouths Lucy and Bobby nods and retreats from the doorway, already pulling out his phone.
âWe'll find her,â Buck promises. âBobby's on it. You just rest.â
Tommy nods, although he doesn't have much choice anyway, as the dizzying softness of the morphine, combined with the adrenaline drop, threatens to swallow him whole. He probably couldn't stand up right now if he tried, but at least the mad thrashing has subsided to a shiver. Buck continues to stroke Tommy's forehead gently with his fingers, then with a damp cloth, and then some antiseptic. It's as soothing for him as it is for Tommy â repetitive, familiar, useful â and he doesn't stop until Chim and Hen approach with the gurney. He doesn't stop, until Eddie taps him on the shoulder to move back. To let out a breath, and release him into their capable hands.
Come on, let's get him up.
One, two, three.
If the alarms went off right now, Buck's pretty sure he would go deaf. His every sense is heightened and tuned into Tommy; to every twitch and groan, and to the way Hen and Chim move about their business. He can hear every clink and crinkle, every beautiful ear-piercing peak of the monitor as they set him up in the back of the ambulance and check him over with a professionalism that's far out of Buck's reach at this moment. They pull out the specialised tools and treatments needed for dragon skin, and barely talk, and Buck trusts absolutely that because Tommy made it here he's going to be okay. His knees almost give out, but he's never felt better. He's never been more grateful to know some of the best paramedics in this city. To know Tommy's safe space is him and his is them.
And that â apparently â they're not the only ones looking out for him, if the brief greeting woo of the arriving ambulance is anything to go by.
âKINARD.â
Buck near jumps out of his skin as the doors fly open and the petite golden terror that is Lucy Donato storms across the Tommy-dragon crater in the driveway. She's got one arm in a sling, a matching head wound, and she's already covered in smudges of burn cream.
âIdiot took half a mountain for me,â she explains. âIs he-â
âHe's stable,â Hen advises, âbut it's a rough one. Cedars is prepping a specialist to receive him. We should go. D'you want in?â
Buck is already moving, and something about his enthusiasm, the automatic pull of him to Tommy softens Lucy's expression.
âNah.â She steps aside and waves the ambulance through. âBut you tell him, once he gets out of there, I'm going to kill him.â
âLove you too, Luce,â Buck farewells. She gives him a salute, and he pulls the doors shut, and they're on their way.
left my past life on the ground, think i'm more alive, somehow
a fic by @christmassavestheyear for @tommykinardweek
The wind is whipping around his ears, and Tommy folds his arms over, walking down the street; he shouldâve driven, really, shouldnât he? Found somewhere else to stay, because now his carâs at the firehouse, and thatâs at least a half-hour walk. He would give Sal a call, or one of the other guys from the firehouse; but that would demand his lies, right now, and he doesnât want to do that. He doesnât want to drag himself down from the high heâs on at this moment, the high heâs getting from finally giving his truth a try.
Or the one where Tommyâs just left Abby, the truth is the road less taken, and sometimes you have to let go of who you are in favour of who you want to be.
T | tommy kinard/abby clark, tommy kinard/omc | 3.5k
tommy week day six - tommy begins
Tommy Kinard Week, day six: flashbacks/Tommy begins
Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard | Tommy Kinard/Original Male Character
Words: 3,127 | Rated: G
POV Tommy Kinard | Past Relationship | Soft Tommy Kinard | Flashbacks | Tommy bumps into an ex at trivia night...
The picture round arrives with the interval, and they're hunched around the sheet, arguing over a country outline that has them a little stumped when a figure approaches their table hesitantly.
"Tom?" he says, and Tommy looks up in surprise.
"Oh my god, Mateo?" he says, eyes wide as he stands to greet him.
"Yeah," Mateo replies, grinning, and Tommy doesn't miss the way he looks him up and down appreciatively. "Man, how long has it been?"
Written for @tommykinardweek | Day 6: Flashbacks/Tommy begins
CW: Child abuse, abusive parents.
âI fell down the stairs, my dad always says I'm clumsy and he's right, I tripped on a toy,â the kid promptly says, sounding suddenly very calm and composed, likeâ like he's practiced his answer on the way to the hospital.
Tommy's stomach churns as he forces a calming breath, suddenly on alert as memories he wishes he could forget fog his brain.
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or, the one where Tommy meets a kid victim of child abuse at the hospital and comes up with a plan to save him.
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