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Tommy was an asshole and a coward, but he had boundaries. Buckley wasn't a fighter; sparring with him was a mess of limbs and teasing, more often than not. They'd gotten along well today, Tommy had no motive, yet when he saw the opening he took it.

He side stepped at just the right time and took the kid down. Buckley exclaimed, but was too winded to enunciate. Tommy went down with him, easily flipping him from his back to his front, and put the entirety of his weight down on Buckley's body.

”Dude, come o–” He went quiet, as Tommy pressed his face to the back of his head. Tommy's nose was tucked into the short hair, right behind his ear. Tommy wasn't an aggressive person, but he found himself pushing his hips forward in a way Buckley couldn't misinterpret. He held the position for a few long seconds, listening to Buckley breathe against the mat.

hi hj!!

okay hear me out—bucktommy florist au WITH A TWIST!!

(tw death mention, minor character death beneath the cut)

tommy loves his job as a florist. it honestly wasn’t his first choice at careers but after his medical discharge from the military he knew he needed something a little more slower paced, so when he saw the ad for extra help at the little flower shop a few blocks from his place, he figured he might as well throw his hat in.

besides he grew up helping his mom tend to the garden that day outside their home as a kid, he knows the basics of flower care and all their meanings.

(a part of him thinks he only really got the job cause the old woman who runs the shop, miss beatrice—betty, as she reminds tommy oh so often, needed a stronger pair of hands carrying all the supplies around the shop, but he’s not one to complain)

Oh, you know I'm doing some weird magical bullshit with this one.  Now usually I stick Tommy in the torment nexus (if not meant to go in the torment nexus why torment nexus shaped?), but let's give Buck a go around this time.

There is only so much weight Los Angeles can hold (only so many catastrophes and emergencies and death) and when another one occurs, time fractures and Buck fractures along with it.

He is living in Buck Actually and Buck Begins and Buck Bothered and Bewildered and Mother's Boy and he is pulling people (and bodies) out of the rubble.  He's living it for the first time and then again ("I'm not supposed to be here," he tells Bonnie.  "He's waiting for me.").  He is sitting with Mitchell and Tommy is kissing him in the loft kitchen and he is trying to lift the tank off Saleh and he is writhing on the floor and begging it to stop please stop. And then it's always the same: he goes home, alone.

And then there's hands on him and he's being pulled up and out and he's back where he's supposed to be.  "What happened?" Chimney asks as Hen shines a light in his eyes.  "You went catatonic."

"I'm fine," Buck says, and he is.  All of that already happened.  He made it out.  He's going home, alone.

It's dawn by the time they're relieved, and then it's even later when he leaves the 118 (arguing that he doesn't need to go to the hospital he's fine), and it's nearly noon when Tommy, exhaustion dogging his heels, walks out of Harbor to see Buck leaning against his truck.

"Do you want to come home with me?" Buck asks.  "We can talk."

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Tony had been very upfront about how protective his friends were. Steve had seen it firsthand, even, watching Pepper cut in on a dance where a debutante was getting too pushy, or Colonel Rhodes grabbing a guy by the back of the collar and hauling him away. Hell, he'd watched Happy cold-cock a paparazzo two days ago. He knew they had standards for people who wanted to be in Tony's life, and he was pretty certain he'd met those standards.

So he was mortified when Tony turned from his menu and said, "Can I have onion rings tonight?"

Steve had no idea why he'd ask that of him. He'd never controlled Tony's eating habits, ever, even when he'd been a little concerned about them. Besides, Tony had a healthy appetite when it came to dinner, so eating some fried onions shouldn't have even rated a passing concern. Steve looked from Tony to Pepper, whose brows were furrowing together, then to Happy, who was starting to scowl. He closed his eyes, not even bothering to look at Colonel Rhodes, because he expected he'd find a barrel of a gun instead.

"Why are you asking Steve if you can have onion rings?" Colonel Rhodes asked flatly, which was pretty kind of him, considering Steve also wanted to know why Tony wanted to make him look bad in front of his friends.

Tony sounded bewildered. "I was trying to be nice? Sometimes the smell makes him sick."

Steve whipped his head around to stare at him, mortified. "You noticed?"

Tony swiveled to meet his gaze, still looking very confused. "Steve, you gagged when I ordered a bloomin' onion when we got stranded in Wyoming during our last mission. You did a good job swallowing it down, but you definitely, audibly gagged."

"Probably because it was Outback Steakhouse," Happy allowed.

Steve wished he'd been shot. He was somehow more embarrassed about the onion thing than being considered controlling. The bloomin' onion hadn't even been that bad; he'd just been shocked by the smell of horseradish in the sauce. He thought he'd been so slick. But if Tony had noticed, that meant everyone else on the team had noticed, too, and had just been nice enough not to say anything. It suddenly explained why Natasha had stopped chopping fresh onions when it was her turn to cook and instead got frozen.

"Well," Colonel Rhodes said after a beat. "Get the onion rings. But also stop being nice to Steve in high stress situations, I don't think he'll be able to cope."

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well! let me share a story: i claimed a prompt at hj's prompt fest over on ao3 expecting to write something short and filthy featuring reverse age gap. howeverrrrr. i ended up thinking THOUGHTS and now i'm writing something LONG and filthy (and kinda sad) that i'm not sure find the fest vibe but which IS scratching my brain just right.

things you need to know: featuring married buddie in their 50s. fire captain buck, retired eddie, tommy who is 23 and just out of the army due to injury and is a) very unhappy, b) very obsessed with buck and eddie both c) very weird about his own desires

oh and this snippet is nsfw from like, the word go.

I was tagged by @corporatebanana! Thank you! Not tagging anyone because I need to go cook dinner and I'm in a rush.

Sad Dag Hours under the cut.

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I started writing this for a response to a prompt in my turn up the heat prompt meme but then I was like “is this dynamic… too overdone” because I specifically (this is buddietommy btw) like Tommy to be long-suffering and Buck and Eddie to be bratty as hell. so I stopped and didn’t finish (plus I had to get back to work after lunch). but then I decided that actually that’s what I like so who the fuck cares lmao

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Eddie kicked Buck's shin. "Move," he grumbles, scooching away until he was perched at the edge of the mattress, his body curled like a comma.

Buck kicked back. "There's not enough room," he says. He wiggles out from under the thin sheet until there's nothing left covering him. He flops out onto the bed, long limbs encroaching into Eddie's space—and Tommy's, too, on the other side—as he pressed his foot into Eddie's leg. Eddie kicked at him again. "Stop," Buck whines. "'S not my fault."

"You're like a furnace, man," Eddie says. "It's too hot to be touching. Stay off of my side."

"Oh, so you get the whole side—"

"I'm on the edge of the bed!" Eddie says, turning over his shoulder to glare at Buck. He huffs and presses himself back down into his pillow, squirming just that scant distance further away. "You wanted to be in the middle."

"Yeah because I want to cuddle," Buck says sounding pouty about it.

"It's too hot to cuddle," Eddie and Tommy say at the same time.

"Okay, okay," Buck says, defeated. He goes quiet and the fan above them turns with a fast fwip fwip, circulating the air. It's at least some small measure of relief.

But then he shifts again and Eddie, whose maybe letting the heat get to him, growls. "Buck! Can you be still? And quiet? For one minute, please—I'm trying to sleep.

"Hey." Buck props himself up on his elbow and pokes Eddie's shoulder. "You're the one being loud, Eddie, I don't even do anything that time!"

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hello friends i have been working hard on 'gay' for pay i fear some of this may be from a make me write — i did take a quick look but if any of this is familiar OOPS

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productivity has taken a bit of a dive recently thanks to Black Flag Resynced, but I am determined to have this finished in the next month or so

"I didn't miss anything exciting, did I?" Tommy asks. Eddie grins. "No, things were perfectly uneventful. Although someone was in a bit of a mood." Evan makes a scoffing noise. "I was not." "Who said I meant you?" Eddie asks innocently. "It could have been another noble who was determined not to crack a smile until we received word you were on your way home." Evan glares at Eddie even as his face turns red. Tommy barely disguises his laugh as a cough. "Will you be joining us tonight at the tavern?" Eddie asks. "You must have some stories from your travels." In his peripheral vision, Tommy can see Evan shifting his weight impatiently. "Tomorrow, certainly," he says. "Tonight I would like to spend in my own bed." "Fair enough." Eddie shoots Evan a wry smile. "Buck, I hope you let Tommy get some rest before demanding his attention." Evan rolls his eyes. "I'm not that unreasonable. We — we just have something important to discuss, is all." "After you, my lord," Tommy says, inclining his head slightly. With a curt nod at Eddie, Evan sets off purposefully again towards the keep. "Have fun," Eddie says to Tommy with a wink. Tommy hesitates, caught off-guard by the remark. But then Evan calls for him over his shoulder and Tommy's feet carry him off after his lord.

”Too much?”

”No, no, it's perfect. Oh, fuck.”

Evan grabbed his hand and held it to his abdomen. Tommy couldn't feel anything other than Evan's stomach. Maybe Evan could feel something – or thought he could feel something.

”You said you've done this before.”

everything's a road trip fic to me at the moment apparently. OKAY. SO.

buck and tommy, back together, everything's fine, theo's around maybe, idk, on a long school trip or visiting family i dunno man, he's wherever fic writers (or the show, let's be real) send christopher when the grown ups need some time alone.

they realise, hey, wait, we've never actually taken a vacation before, that's weird! they make the initial decision for a road trip over a destination holiday by tossing a coin. and it's fun and silly and they just...roll with it. beach or mountains? toss a coin. ruby's or norm's? toss a coin. turn left or right at the next intersection? toss a coin. who gets to top tonight? toss a coin. stop in this town for the night or keep going? toss a coin.

they're heading back into california, have a couple of days left before they're due home and buck's driving. tommy's fiddling with the coin they've been using this whole trip, an old silver dollar he's had since he was a kid.

"debating dinner?" buck asks.

"heads we swing by reno and get married tomorrow," tommy says. "tails we wait til we're back home."

"i - wh - you found the ring??" buck yells.

"i found the ring," tommy admits.

okay alright so 118-era tommy kinard is a man with his head On His Shoulders. it is planted on there. he has a firm grasp on reality, the world, and his place in it.

and then he pulls an alien out of his rosebush.

evan (the closest tommy can get with his human mouth) is tall, blue, amphibious, and extremely curious about literally everything on earth but also mostly about tommy. tommy's nowhere near the best person to explain things like 'cultural norms' or 'proxemics' or even the best person to say 'this is making me, tommy kinard, uncomfortable' so he quickly gets used to being prodded and grabbed and asked rapid-fire questions in english so fluent it gives him questions of his own.

This is going to be of the ten thousand elopement fics I am definitely pinky promise going to write one day.

Buck and Tommy reconcile but keep it quiet mostly through the process of just not actively bringing it up since everyone on Buck's side are desperately trying to keep their heads above water and don't have energy or attention to spare for anything else.  A month into their rekindled relationship, they think fuck it they love each other life is short why be apart when they can be together, and so they take a week off, figure out the logistics of who is moving in with who, and get married.  Now they just have to tell everyone.

It's a 5+1 (or more like 4+1), with each section from a different pov--Maddie, Chim, Eddie, Hen--as Buck tries to tell them that he and Tommy are married now.  And every time it goes badly, either dismissed as a joke (Chim, Eddie) or because everyone is busy and struggling to balance their work with their family/personal life (Chim, Maddie, Hen) or just disengaged from their relationship with Buck because, well, Buck isn't like a real adult, not like them (Eddie, Maddie), until Buck is like fine I give up.

Do you want revenge porn fic? Because this is how you get revenge porn fic.

Well hidden is my absolute obsession with Park the Shark. So...

Brendon Park is in LA for a medical conference. Maybe he's speaking on his research about bone grafts or something. It doesn't matter.

118 shows of for a call at the conference centre, and Buck can't help but notice how much one of thr doctors looks like Tommy. It's not him, obviously. The way he speaks and carries himself is too different. This man is... sharper.

Park catches the firefighter watching him and is... curious. He slips the man his card, room number written on the back, and goes back to his room once they're give the all clear.

He's half surprised the firefighter shows up, but it's quickly obvious that this man, Buck, is expecting him to be someone else. He's getting frustrated that he's not getting the responses from Park he expects, and it's putting a damper on things for Park.

"Who is he?" Park asks, sitting back on his heels, erection jutting out.

Buck licks his lips, looking from it to Park. "Who's who?"

"The man you're comparing me to," Park points out, like it's obvious. It is - painfully so.

Swallowing, Buck looks away before he grumbles. "My ex. You look just like him."

It gives Park an idea. "Unlock your phone."

Buck does without question and hands it over. Park opens the camera app, and before he starts recording, he shows Buck. "We're going to give him something to regret, then."

***

Where instead of having Buck forget he was dating/married to Tommy he remembers it

Him and Tommy were dating in Peru where Tommy ran after breaking the engagement

He’s miles away and meet Buck and there he allow himself to live his truth

They flirt, they kiss, they start dating

It last six months

They’re happy, talking about Buck maybe following Tommy back to LA

Except Buck has an accident of surf and hit his head on a rock hard

When he opens his eyes he doesn’t recognize Tommy who takes it as a karmic sign after what he did to Abbie

He doesn’t tell anything to Buck, he has a key to Buck’s flat and takes advantage of him being at the hospital to take all his stuff, to delete pictures after sending them to himself because he can’t accept losing them altogether

He erases his existence from Buck’s life and leaves

He goes back to LA, goes back to the round of captain the LAFD gives them since Gerrard left

the first thing that comes to mine is kintsugi and that got me thinking about scars being golden. I have a few very vague/shapeless ideas floating around, but for the sake of being succinct and not taking ages to answer these asks, I'm going to go with one and it's a sort of revisit to this idea I had before about soul marks.

I want to take it further and say that every scar a person has ever had, their soulmate sees stitched in gold. And Buck is particularly self-conscious about this because of all the scars he got as a kid as well in addition to the scars on his leg and the Lichtenberg scars.

Tommy figures it out much sooner. Maybe he catches a glimpse of gold reflecting under the bright lights of the hangar the night of the hurricane, but he can't be too sure and he doesn't have the time or capacity to wrap his head around it. He knows for sure the day of the basketball game because Buck's showing a lot more skin. And while Tommy's got a few big scars, none of them are visible with the way he's dressed, and any of the smaller ones--on his legs are arms--are too small to see when they're playing basketball.

For the titles prompts...

"See The Dawn Before The Rest Of The World"

(Clipped from an Oscar Wilde quote)

ooooh okay okay let’s borrow some Greek mythology and some Ladyhawke

Tommy drives the chariot that pulls the sun into the sky. He’s a demigod, maybe, and has been charged to this task by his distant, godly parent. He watches the world from afar, curious but never really apart of it. One day, he sees the most beautiful man he’s ever seen—a prince named Evan. They have a brief, passionate romance, but then one day Evan is hurt (in Apollo and Hyacinthus this was a jealous wind, but idk what it would translate to here, the equivalent of the engine bombing I guess ???). Tommy is devastated, and with Evan dying in his arms he goes to the gods to ask for mercy. His father is furious that Tommy fell in love with a human, but Tommy begs, says that he’ll do anything. So his father agrees to save prince Evan, but will do it in a way to punish Tommy. He saves Evan, but the injury is so severe he says all he can give him is a half-life. He can stay a human, in his rightful body, at night, but during the day he takes the form of a majestic stag. But Tommy rises and sets with the sun, so he can only see the buck, never the man.