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"You don't get to cheapen what we had."

Tommy says it evenly, a quiet rage burning in his eyes. He's not angry, Buck doesn't think. More hurt than anything else. And isn't that a punch to the gut?

Ooooh, this would be too much fun! Here's a little snippet that popped into my brain for this one: “No.”

Tommy stopped in his tracks, just inside the doorway of their home gym. “No? What do you mean no?” He managed to get the question out while fighting back the smile that kept tugging at his lips.

“I mean—” Evan set down the kettlebell before stalking over to stand in front of Tommy. “We had an agreement,” he said, narrowing his eyes as he crossed his arms over his—hello—bare chest. “And this is sabotage.”

“Sabotage is a strong word.” Tommy watched drop of sweat wind its way down between Evan’s pecs. They’d made an agreement earlier in the week to start working out separately. Something about it being too much of a distraction when they were together? Evan had made a whole presentation about it with graphs and statistics and honestly, Tommy had no idea what half of them had said, but one look at that very earnest face and he’d agreed to everything.

Which, a few days and some very lonely workouts later, definitely felt like a mistake. After coming home from his run and getting a glimpse of Evan studiously working his way through his routine, he thought maybe right now would be a good time to rectify that.

“We said no distractions!” Evan exclaimed, waving a hand at Tommy, top to toe. “All of this—” An extra finger jab in the direction of Tommy’s high-cut running shorts. “—counts as a distraction!”

Tommy raised an eyebrow as he caught Evan’s hand in his. “One could argue that the distraction goes both way, babe,” he said with a nod to Evan’s current state.

“I did, on page eight of my presentation.”

Oh, right.

“Now, go!” Evan started shooing him back out the door. “Get out of here and let me concentrate. If we’re going to kick everyone’s asses this year, including Harbor’s, I need to be in peak condition. These quads aren’t going to work themselves.” “I know something that’ll work them—”

“Out!” Evan slapped a hand over Tommy’s mouth, ignoring his laughter as he helped him the rest of the way out the door. The door slammed quickly in Tommy's face after that.

He chuckled to himself as he headed to the shower. Now that Evan mentioned it, a little bit of sabotage might actually be fun. ***

Number 5 was Gay Bar!

So this is based off of half a dream that I had around Halloween. One thing you need to know about me is that I looooove a good outsider POV fic, and I love when characters run into their exes with their new partners. Also I love a good Buck Taylor friendship.

Buck and Taylor running into each other at a gay bar. She’s there for a bachelorette (gross, I know) and she’s a bit drunk and decided to shoot her shot and Bucks like ‘Taylor this is a gay bar’ and she’s like ‘yeah I know. Why do you think I’m hitting on you?’ Because she doesn’t want to get back together with him, but she wants to get laid, and she knows that she’ll have a good time with Buck. Buck is doing everything in his power to politely turn her down and she’s drunk enough not to put the clues together.

Like she’s trying to make small talk and asks Buck if he has a girlfriend and he’s like no but I- and she’s like great and cuts him off and is like great want to get out of here together and he’s like I’m here for trivia night remember and aren’t you here with friends and she just waves it off and he’s just trying to be polite and excuse himself from the conversation and the bartender is keeping an eye on them but he’s busy so he can’t come and save Buck and Taylor is like right trivia I’ll come over and say hi to Eddie and he’s like no Eddie isn’t here this is a gay bar, it’s queer trivia and Taylor is like well you’re here, right? Just not putting the pieces together 

Tommy is wondering what’s taking Evan so long with the drinks, and he’s getting nervous because the group spotted Taylor talking to Buck and they’ve spent the time taling about her. And Tommy has had enough of watching this woman put her hands all over his boyfriend. So he goes over, all suave and is like ‘Hey Evan, everyone was getting worried, you were taking a while is everything okay?’ and he gets all up in his space, arm around his waist, pulling him into his side or chest.

And Taylor is like ‘who are you?’ ‘I’m Tommy, Evan’s boyfriend’ and Taylor is like ‘who is Evan, this is Buck’ ‘maybe to you’ and then the bartender swoops in and gives Buck the drinks he was waiting on and Buck is very thankful because Tommy is drunk and Buck worried what he was going to do next

Buck gets a text the next afternoon ‘sorry for hitting on you in a gay bar’

Their last text before this was Taylor saying ‘glad you’re not dead, Buckley’ with Buck just thumbs up reacting it after the lightning and then Taylor follows up the gay bar text saying ‘happiness is a good look on you. Congrats’ bc that morning she unlocked Buck’s insta and scrolled through and saw the reverse progression of how he grew more happy and, like, settled the longer he’s with Tommy and she is truly genuinely happy for him and that he’s finding the happiness they could never have together. 

angst

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They're at their favorite park. The skies are finally blue after the weeks of wildfires.

But Tommy is looking only at the man he loves.

"You don't mean that," Tommy says, his voice low, practically pleading. It's pathetic. He's pathetic. "Evan. tell me you don't mean that."

"Never again, Tommy," Evan replies. He finally turns to look at his boyfriend. "You set foot in a helicopter, that's it. We're done. I'm not going through that again."

Tommy clenches his jaw. Finally, he grits out, "I never once asked you to stop being a firefighter. And you're the one who's actually died."

"It's not the same!"

"Do you even hear yourself?" Tommy snaps and stands up. He can feel some truly cruel words itching to crawl out of his mouth. "How can you ask that of me?"

Evan loses his composure. "You nearly crashed! If you'd... The wildfire, three fucking weeks, there wouldn't even be enough to bury... There'd be nothing left. I can't do that. I won't do that."

🚁🧳🌈

Buck’s view from the helicopter window is breathtaking. Hazy mountaintops peek out from beneath grey clouds, the sun bathes the world in a rich gold light, and just in front of them, so close it feels like he can touch it, a rainbow. Each bright color blends seamlessly into the next. One end hides beneath the clouds, but Buck can see the other end touching a tree. He drinks in the once-in-a-lifetime scene, only sneaking a glance at Tommy, who is laser-focused on flying them home. Despite the rain ending their trip early, Buck is content. 

BuckTommy | Rated: G | 2.4K

(An anniversary gift from @30somethingautisticteacher, @judymarch15, @nine-one-wanton, @sunnywithachanceofbi, @typicalopposite, and me to all of BuckTommy fandom! ❤️)

Summary:

Picture this: Los Angeles, 2025. Buck finally got his head out of his butt and reached out to Tommy in the aftermath of his sister almost dying and his best friend moving back to Texas. Yeesh. That was a lot. But fortunately, it was the motivation he needed and they talked it out like actual grown ups, had some amazing sex, and got back together. Good job, boys. Now, they're coming up on a special anniversary. Of the kiss. You know the one. And they've decided to celebrate the day since that was how it all began and despite the bumps in the road, they're moving forward again together, better than ever. Only problem is - what kind of gift can encapsulate all of THAT?

Or five times Buck and Tommy pick out terrible anniversary gifts for each other and one time one of them gets it right.

Read it on ao3!

A note from your author friends:

It all started with a kiss.

The six of us met because of the BuckTommy fandom and through a year of fanfic and memes, laughter and tears, and watching this rollercoaster of a relationship unfold; an amazing friendship has been formed.

And now, at the one year anniversary of that kiss, we wanted to celebrate our friendship and this wonderful fandom with this little love letter of a fic. Each of us wrote a chapter and to make it an extra fun challenge, each chapter is 404 words.

So, Happy April 4th! Happy First Kiss-aversary! Thank you for being the incredible fandom space that you are.

With love from, @30somethingautisticteacher, @herrmannhalsteadproduction, @judymarch15, @nine-one-wanton, @sunnywithachanceofbi, and @typicalopposite! 🥰

Plus a moodboard by @sunnywithachanceofbi!

Sorry this took so long! My cat really didn't want me to use my computer. 😅 Previous snippets can be found here!

"So… you're not Tommy?" Dewey asks, squinting at Buck.

"No."

"But you're with the 118."

"Yes."

"And your name is Kinard."

"Yes."

"That's quite the coincidence."

"Not really, no." Buck says, and his tone is probably clipped, but really, how many times is he going to have to go through this with the guy. "When's the last time you talked to Tommy?"

"Oh, we get together whenever I'm in town. Get a bite, grab a beer. That kind of thing. It's been a while since I've been in town, but we keep in touch. Text. Like each other's posts on social media."

"Clearly you don't talk that much if you didn't know he left the 118."

"Hey! I've got a head injury, you have to be nice to me."

"Either you're dumb or you're being deliberately obtuse."

Dewey pouts. "I don't understand."

"My name is Kinard, too, and it's not a coincidence. I know Tommy. Rather intimately. What do you think that means?"