In these trying times... let me offer you... my take on Buck leaving the 118...
Love Takes Miles / Rating E / 34k words
Five months after Bobby dies, Buck packs up his life and heads north.
I can't believe this story is finally complete.
Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to interact with the original ficlet and to everyone who tagged me in writing games and left me the best tags + comments to read.
It's been a long ol' journey with a million comfort breaks and I appreciate you all coming along for the ride.
An extra-special ✨THANK YOU✨ to @rcmclachlan for being such an incredible + thoughtful beta reader (and Brit-Picker, too) 🥇💖
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occasionally, you will discover an artist who drew roughly 300 beautiful pictures of your favorite characters over the course of a month and then never touched them again. you must accept this as a gift.
a while back i posted about tommy & maddie being stuck together during a bank robbery. here's a little more
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"Did you ever love someone," he grimaces, "who put their whole heart into the world around them and got nothing but shit in return?"
She remembers Chim, almost losing his position because the higherups who weren't Chief Simpson were only too willing to throw him under the bus. With a brutal, unwelcome jerk, her brain pivots to Doug, back when he'd hit her so rarely it had yet to become a measurable pattern. Returning home from medical school had always included an hour or more rant about this attending or that specialist who treated him like garbage. As he wound down, she'd stroked his hand and assured him, with all sincerity, that they didn't deserve him. That was not true, of course. But she recalls being in love and exhausted and so, so convinced that it was. She was being a good partner. It was the two of them against the world.
Howie is not Doug by even the most remote stretch of the imagination. It's Maddie who was a wife once and became so again without much time in between, and despite hours upon hours of therapy definitely brought some not so helpful tendencies back with her.
Goddammit.
"I'd do anything for him," Tommy says.
And I wouldn't? she thinks viciously, queuing up a lifetime's worth of evidence. But the helpless grief in his voice cause her to bite her lip.
"So often I see him, just, eat shit from people he'd lay down his life for. And what can I, the guy who walked out on him a dozen times, do about it? If I could, I'd take a wrecking ball to the whole fuckin' Robert Nash Memorial station, but he'd hate me for it."
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Sir Tommy Kinard enters into the service of Lord Buckley as a bodyguard for the baron's son and heir. Tommy expects a relatively quiet posting in an isolated corner of the country, but he couldn't have foreseen that his greatest challenge might come from the very man he's sworn to protect.
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Do y'all ever think about the night Buck and Tommy first had sex and how Tommy slid his briefs down and Buck took one look at his hard wet dick and burst out laughing but Tommy didn't have a chance to feel hurt about it because Buck was wide-eyed and shocked and fascinated like "Oh shit, this is what they mean by monster cock I guess because there's no way I'm going to be able to fit even a quarter of that in my mouth, is this why your jeans are always so loose, I bet my thumb and my middle finger won't even touch when I hold it, how are you still conscious like at least 4/5ths of all the blood in your body has to be in that thing, have you ever knocked shampoo bottles off the side of the shower with it, how much does it weigh, wait I have a tape measure around here somewhere I want circumference numbers don't go anywhere!" while Tommy was standing there absolutely baffled and still turned on for some reason while Buck rummaged around in his little tool kit hard as a rock and babbling about how a dick that big had to noticeably affect Tommy's center of gravity?
I cannot stop staring at my beautiful new work of art from the always amazing @keivni. If you ever get the opportunity to commission them, you should 1000% take it.
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hello friends. back at it again at the "gay" for pay :) barely nsfw under the cut, mostly under a read more for length, really.
"Do you think they make these in your size?" Buck asks, holding up a little French maid costume. He turns to Tommy, expecting a scoff or something, but he's a few feet away, looking at something on a shelf.
Buck sneaks over to see the tips of Tommy's ears looking red, his eyes darting over the store's selection of double-ended stroker toys. He nudges Tommy's shoulder, and Tommy jumps. "I was — uh, I mean —"
"Chill, man, I'm not the sex toy police." Buck turns to the selection, nodding to one made of clear silicone. "That one looks good. You'd see when you or the other dude comes."
Tommy hesitates, his hand hovering halfway to the shelf. "Would you want to —?" He doesn't finish the question, biting his lip and looking anywhere but at Buck.
"Me?" Buck asks, and Tommy nods once. "Huh." Tommy winces, opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Buck interrupts, "Yeah, man, why not?"
A little breathless, Tommy asks, "Really?"
"Yeah, sure. Nothing gay about jerking off with a bro." Tommy raises an eyebrow, and Buck waves his hand. "Whatever, man. Take the fucking fleshlight."
Tommy's a red mess when they get to the cashier, even though she barely looks up from her phone again. "Have fun," She offers in a monotone as they head to the door.
"We will!" Buck waves, calling, "Thank you!"
Tommy practically sprints out of the store. He's in the driver's seat, rubbing his face with his hands, by the time Buck saunters over to his truck. "Was that your first time in a sex shop?" he asks as he buckles in.
"That obvious, huh?" Tommy asks through his fingers.
"Well, most people don't sweat as much as you do when they do their shopping." Tommy groans, pressing his hands harder against his face.
Tagged this week by @corporatebanana and @devirnis - thank you so much for thinking of me! Also stealing open tags from @wearethecyclones and @nine-one-wanton because I enjoyed your snippets this week. Tagging back and gently poking @nosecrinklewrites, @leashybebes, @peppermintquartz, and @dharmaavocado because I am obsessed with your current projects and feeling brave.
Below the cut is the first part of ch 2 of the soulmate shared pain AU. Mwah!
Buck sits in the doctor’s exam room and feels like the walls are closing in on him. He presses his fist into his other palm, trying to feel grounded. He startles a bit when the doctor enters the room. He doesn’t catch the man’s name, but it probably won’t matter.
“What are you in for?”
“Uh, car accident,” Buck starts. “I broke three ribs a few weeks back and couldn’t get a follow up with my GP.”
“Any port in a storm.” The doctor keeps smiling, so Buck returns it.
“What’s your pain level?” He circles behind Buck. Buck lifts his shirt and the doctor presses on his back. “I don’t see any remaining bruising.”
Buck hums and drifts a hand over his breastbone. “It’s actually more localized in the front of my chest. And an eight. M-maybe even a nine, for the pain level.”
The doctor frowns, and swings around to the front of the exam table. “Well, no bruising here either. Was it just broken ribs? I can’t imagine you’d be sitting upright at this point if you’d had damage to your sternum that recently.”
“Ribs were the only thing broken on the x-rays.”
“Can you describe what it feels like in more detail?”
Buck sucks in a breath and tries to focus. If he were honest, the true answer is it feels like guilt. He doesn’t get it at all, he knows that he hadn’t ended up permanently hurting Bonnie or her ex-husband in the mess in New Mexico. But despite all his logic, the feeling is sitting in his chest, wrapped around a ball of pain that doesn’t seem to budge. No amount of medication or easy stretching has been able to break up the weight in his chest. But that’s not why he’s here. He’s here because the physical ache is starting to interfere with his ability to work. He does his best to describe it, but he can see the doctor isn’t buying it.
They go back and forth about where the accident took place and then the doctor accuses Buck of being drug-seeking.
“No, that’s not what this is! I’m not some kind of drug-fiend!” Buck is starting to get heated. He tries to bring his voice down. “I haven’t even finished the first prescription I got! They haven’t done anything since the first few days. And - and I know there’s reduced efficacy, but I haven’t been on them long enough.” He stops, trying to get his breathing back under control.
“Were you prescribed opioids?”
Buck nods. “I’m a f-firefighter. I can’t do my job if I’m hurting. There has to be something else.”
“There are other medications we could try, but they are pretty powerful and you wouldn’t be able to do that kind of work while on them anyway. Also, if your first prescription was working and then stopped…” The doctor trails off and stares at him from across the tiny exam room. He opens his mouth, hesitates for a moment, and then asks, “Mr. Buckley, are you bonded?”
The question hits him right in his aching sternum.
