my name is rose, she/her, 30s, canada. this is my 911/bucktommy sideblog! my main is @thingbe. this blog is 18+.
here's my tag for ficlets and completed fic; here's my wip tag; & here's my ao3. you can also check out the readmore on this post for a decently thorough index of the 911 writing i've posted.
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rose's fic index
note: smaller prompt fills, text posts, and tag game responses aren't listed here, but can still all be found in my fic tag.
posted on ao3
just couldn't fall 'til we met -- bucktommy; rated T; 1,270 words
Buck and Tommy spend a quiet morning in together.
hey tomorrow -- bucktommy, madney; rated T; 2,327 words
Two scenes continued, from Maddie’s perspective: her conversation with Buck, and Tommy’s arrival at the wedding.
taste the rain on my lips -- bucktommy; rated E; 2,314 words
Buck, desire, and Tommy. Maybe sharing pleasure never looked quite like this for Buck, but consider him one hundred percent on board.
listen to the fireplace roar -- bucktommy; rated E; 3,403 words
Buck and Tommy take a vacation to a snowy cabin - and get to enjoy some alone time together.
been saving all my summers for you -- bucktommy; rated E; 22,006 words
Summer, 2009. After two years away, Tommy returns to Philadelphia, eager to resume the life he had to put on pause — but not everything, or everyone, is the same as he left them. Maddie is still his best friend, and Evan is still his best friend's younger brother, but Evan has done a lot of growing up in two years. Can Tommy say the same?
on one april morning -- bucktommy; rated T; 1,735 words
April 4th looks a little different every year.
heading straight for a fall -- saltommy; rated T; 1,156 words
Tommy goes to Sal’s to watch the game. He really wasn’t expecting to meet Sal’s daughters.
gimme your heart (make it real) -- eddiejosh; rated T; 4,919 words
Josh gets sent to therapy after a difficult call. Josh hates his therapist. Josh figures he can spend four weeks lying through his teeth to her about a boyfriend he doesn't have to get her off his back. As far as plans go, it's foolproof. Right?
tumblr shortfic & prompts
ongoing kiss prompt drabble series; rating varies
"missing them"; bucktommy; rated E
"palm kisses"; bucktommy; rated T
"falling asleep with their head in your lap + running hands through hair"; bucktommy; rated T
"kisses when they're mad + patching up a wound"; bucktommy; rated T
"pulling someone in by the waist"; bucktommy; rated E
"multiple kisses/kiss after kiss"; bucktommy; rated M
"hot and heavy"; bucktommy; rated E
phone sex; bucktommy; rated E
"tommy confronts a monster"; post-breakup bucktommy; rated T
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Crossover Appeal by @emphasisonthehomo (emphasisonthehomo on AO3)
Summary:
“One. Week. Bobby,” Buck says, and he knows he looks manic, “Not even that! Five days!”
“I’ve already got a few people in mind,” Bobby says thoughtfully.
“Who could you possibly know that can learn this entire setlist so quickly?” Buck asks.
“What about Tommy?” Chimney asks, apropos of nothing.
Hen makes an interested noise.
“Tommy would be good, actually,” Bobby says, nodding slowly.
“Who the hell is Tommy?” Buck demands.
OR
America’s Sweetheart and Grammy nominated pop star Evan Buckley finds himself in need of an emergency drummer less than a week before his World Tour. Luckily for him, several of his crew know just the guy: technical death drummer Tommy Kinard.
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it's still monday where I live and so, what if I say it's 2.7k words so far and yet we're still missing the first half AND we've just gotten to buck and tommy seeing each other again after the worst has happened BUT you guys get a big snippet. also title reveal, I decided to call this fic "my reflection is an empty canvas".
Tommy let them go back and excused himself by saying he needed a minute, Miller and O’Neil nodded without a word. Not like they even needed one.
Elbows on his knees, head in his hands, Tommy took a deep breath.
This wasn’t fair, none of it. Nate should’ve gotten a fucking chance to be cared for, to be back with he man who had made him so happy all those years ago. This shouldn’t have happened to him, he shouldn’t have died, not after everything he told them. Not after they got another chance and actually used it.
And now they were going to have to tell Andy what happened.
Fuck.
Tommy wondered whether Andy told Evan anything about their story, and how much of himself he revealed. If he was anything like Nate had told them, then Andy wasn’t the type of person to just share his entire backstory to a complete stranger unless said stranger was either blackmailing him or very persuasive.
Evan was very persuasive.
Shit, Evan.
Tommy pulled out his phone, going straight to his text thread with Evan. Staring at his phone for a minute, he tried to bring himself to think of just one thing to send. Just one opening, one message to let Evan know, that was it.
He groaned. Nothing, he had nothing.
More like, nothing seemed right. “Hi” or “Hello” felt too informal for what he wanted to tell him, “We need to talk” was too fucking ominous and would worry Evan more, “Something happened. Please call me” was better but not quite right, “Hey, I know we haven’t talked in a while, but are—” nope, backtracking that one. Fuck, why was it always so hard to try and just talk to him?
“Hey Evan, you okay? Not sure if you shift’s ended but give me a call when you’re free. Need to tell you something, work related.” Okay, that wasn’t bad, he could send that.
Minutes went by and he still wasn’t letting himself send the stupid message. At this point Tommy thought it was better to just drive to the 118 and tell Evan right there.
Okay, that wasn’t such a bad idea. A little crazy but, not bad. He sighed, realizing it was time for him to finally leave the chopper.
Whatever, it wasn’t like he was going to be hanging there for much longer.
amazing how all writing advice ever says that the only way to get rid of writer's block is to just write through it, and also i have discovered independently that just writing through it can get rid of writer's block. what a weird coincidence
Follow-up on this ignoring kink. Buck deep in a research hole and Tommy riding him while Buck just keeps scrolling and Tommy gets to experience the warmth of Evan for all it’s worth without fear of Evan judging him because he’s too distracted so he’s louder than normal and his voice gets more high pitched because he’s not subconsciously trying to sound more masculine and he’s having the time of his life because no one (not even Evan) is watching him fully give into his desire to get fucked.
taking notes and swinging this back to somno -- why is it in every bt somno fic the asleep person is the one getting fucked? tommy should ride that thang into the sunrise !!! no one to see and judge him like you say 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ that man is whimpering whining moaning to his heart's content !!! no concern over if buck is even getting off -- who cares that man's asleep he's just a dildo atp !!! :) buck waking up to a dried-lube-sticky dick and going "bwuh? did I come?" and tommy going "does it look like I care?" oh my god
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bucktommy - teen - 900 words - alternate first meeting, epistolary, birdwatching, rivals to lovers.
Buck learns about birdwatching leaderboards during a lonely Thanksgiving on the road. He goes all in, of course, and decides to try and list the highest number of birds spotted in a calendar year. It would be great if this Tommy guy would stop saying his spottings aren't valid, though.
you can read 'the big year' on ao3 here!
for the @au-roulette prompt: sport/athletics (competitive birdwatching is a sport. to me.)
images/html are used, but with the work skin off, it will show everything as plain text/images with alt descriptions, so this should be screen reader friendly. if for any reason it isn't, please let me know in a comment or through my tumblr!
also, this was absolutely inspired by listers! i know very little about birding outside of having watched this once so my apologies for any silly mistakes re: what i thought were rare birds worth travelling to see.