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I just couldn't get rc's incredible fic out of my mind, so here's a sequel —written with permission and incredibly kind encouragement!!

(in the 5 facts format and under the readmore bc it's about ~1500 words long lmao)

RC💋! Words Yet Left to Say goes with the plotline riff I did on this post about Buck accidentally meeting Tommy's dad and finding a photo of Tommy from his army days. In my fic he steals Tommy's old letters (when the old man tells him to toss them) and gets a new perspective on Tommy and their relationship and breakup and then decides to write letters as a last-ditch way to reconnect and communicate his feelings where he can't stick his foot in his mouth (as badly).

I originally started it as Buck POV, and I usually keep to one perspective, but it's clear I need to go with alternating for this one, although I'm still working out the parallel Tommy plotline to go with what I've already imagined for Buck.

Here's a snippet:

"Got some mail for you."

It seems like a slightly redundant thing for Kira - the neighborhood's usual mail-carrier - to say since she's already waddling up onto his little porch towards him and where the old fashioned mailbox he's never yet gotten around to updating hangs on the wall.

She swings her big hip-held sacks of mail expertly around the yard tools he's left sitting out, not thinking anyone would be coming up his walk today.

"Oh - sorry about the landmines," Tommy says. He glances down at his dirty hands, then tips his chin at the wicker seat by his elbow currently holding a pair of neglected gardening gloves and says, "Thanks - if you could just toss it on the chair there."

She hums and cracks her bubble gum, but she doesn't toss what he assumes to be his usual pile of junkmail and stride onwards in her energetic occupation. Instead she dawdles a little, which alone is enough to have him looking up from the weed whacker he's pulled apart for maintenance.

"Just… didn't want this one to get lost in the junk," she says when he squints at her. She does put down some junk ads but then sets a letter out on top of the pile precisely, an envelope in a delicate shade of orangey-pink, embossed with a little bit of gold edging, with his name written by hand in a bit of calligraphy that looks unpracticed but pretty nonetheless.

He sits up, wiping his hands off on his shop rag quickly to take the pretty thing up with the cleanest edges of his fingers to take it in. The Sally Ride stamp has him barking out a startled laugh because he doesn't need to look to know what the other name on the return address is going to be.

Evan had spent a week on a deep dive about her and been utterly charming in his enthusiasm buying inspirational things for Jee like tee shirts and picture books - and collectible stamps rolled out for some anniversary. He'd gone on a whole other delighted tangent about stamps then, and Tommy had been forced to face the staggering tandem realizations that not only might he end up spending his greying years with a philatelist, he might actually not mind if it was Evan.

"Who's it from?" Kira asks, for once outright unleashing the habitual nosiness of those of her profession, a brightly curious expression on her face.

Tommy opens his mouth to answer, and then pauses as he gets a whiff of the perfuming that scents the thing. He doesn't even have the wherewithal to be subtle as he brings it to his nose and drags in the scent of Evan's cologne, the connection from his olfactory senses to his emotions too direct and visceral to withstand.

"It's from my, uh. My… 'it's complicated'," he manages, clearing his throat.

"Oooh," Kira coos as she spins and hops down off the porch and cackles a little to herself as she trots off at a jog to make up for the little delay on her route, gossip prize captured.

For his part, Tommy abandons his weed-whacker and goes inside with the letter.

my bucktommy brain has been living in AU land apparently, so all three are different universes!

hunger is a thing with teeth came from a fit of inspiration for monsterfucking monday. it features vampire!tommy and human!buck with a bit of erotic obsession, a sprinkling of devouring, and a fair amount of wounds.

a snippet under a cut for blood/sex:

Sierra’s 12 Days of Rec-mas

Day 5: Just An Earthbound Misfit

Author: RC_McLachlan @rcmclachlan Rating: Mature Length:  11,593 words

Review: If you were cruel and forced me to pick my favorite Pink Floyd song, it’s likely I would choose the one that the title of this fic is derived from. Likewise, if you were very cruel indeed and made me choose my favorite Tommy Kinard, it could very well be the one featured in this fic. Struggling not just with being secretly gay, this Tommy is also hiding super powers - making for an amazing but lonely man. He learns to live and love thanks to the usual suspects as well as a force of an OC (as one may very well rely on RC to conjure) who is an utter delight. Be sure to click here when you’re done for the tumblr snippets, Buck is a menace and they are really fun.

none of these were a hit (somehow??) so I decided to use 'grin' as a little make me write. ended up using it twice in like three sentences again. a little snippet from a different prompt fill (same as this though I've added a little bit to that snippet since):

He let his attention wander to the video again. Some complex diagram flashed across the screen. “Hold up. Did he just say huge loads on shaft balls?” Tommy gave him an exasperated - but fond, always fond - look and hit the space bar to pause the video. “Shaft ball bearings. It even says so on screen.” “Sounds hot,” Buck grinned, waggling his eyebrows for emphasis. “It’s a design flaw that could potentially kill people, Evan.” “Well now I feel bad, thanks,” he huffed. “You’re so welcome,” Tommy said, flashing him a grin. He stretched his arms over his head, leaning against the back rest of his ancient desk chair that looked like it had great lumbar support if anyone ever actually sat in it properly, and groaned as something popped in his spine.

A Kinley Christmas Carol by IDontGoHereEither [T]

The universe has decided that Tommy and Buck need some help finding the right path for themselves and so it sends some help…in the form of a bunch of meddling ghosts. (A Christmas Carol AU)

A Soft Place to Land by Irollforinitiative [E]

After losing Bobby, after crying in that hallway as his life is forever changed, Buck desperately needs a soft place to land. Tommy is that soft place. Tommy takes Buck home after the events of Lab Rats and they navigate grief, healing, and figuring out their feelings and what they are as they find comfort in one another in more ways than one. Loosely follows the end of season 8, but also diverges regularly where it makes the story flow better with Tommy in it.

And What You Want Most by TheCarrot [M]

Tears sting Tommy’s eyes as smoke billows around him, clogging his throat and threatening to choke him out. ~~ 118dailydrabble — all drabbles are related and posted in order.

blue and gold by leashy_bebes [M]

Fluffebruary prompt fills following Buck and Tommy through 28 moments of their reconciled lives.

Buck and Tommy's Firsts by Irollforinitiative [E]

A collection of firsts in Buck and Tommy's relationship. Each one a moment that's special, a shared time to experience something for the first time together. Starting with their first meeting and moving to pre-Season 9 getting back together, it spans the whole time they're together and includes first time together, first fight, and first time they say "I love you." Cute little slice of life chapters and very fluffy. HEA guaranteed.

fire and ice (and all that comes between) by jamesandanthony [G]

"It's cold!" "Yeah, it is," a man replies, fondness and warmth in his tone as he laughs. "Told you you'd need your coat." As they near, Tommy looks up to see the most attractive man he's ever seen in his life coming towards him with a toddler in tow, a bright smile on his face that definitely doesn't make Tommy's breath catch in his throat, no sir. "Hi, we're here for the skating class?" the man says, still smiling. "We're a little early."

From Loaves to Love by emquin [G]

Set during 8x07, Eddie sends Tommy a picture of Buck's baked good filled fridge. Fix-it fic. - Tommy receives a picture of a fridge full of baked goods. Mostly, from what he can tell, loaves. The picture comes from Eddie without a caption. It takes a while for him to realize that the fridge is familiar because it belongs to Evan. Eddie texts him a few minutes later: Every time he thinks about calling you, he bakes something instead. Tommy has a little bit of a breakdown about that because maybe in his mind he'd thought that Evan would already be over it, over them. He'd been not hoping for it, but expecting it, even while he knew that he would probably have a few more cries about it and that any reminder of Evan was enough to make his heart hurt.

from the shallows to the deepest end by gaytommykinard [M]

Evan Buckley (an ally) signs up on Grindr looking for a fake boyfriend to take as his plus-one to his parents' wedding anniversary. Tommy Kinard (guy who should know better) agrees to be his date.

green salad by catfud_ohplease [T]

it's the first thanksgiving since bobby died. tommy and buck haven't spoken since the funeral. tommy decides to do something about it.

i'll make a wish on a star (and i'll wish i was home once again) by catfud_ohplease [M]

tommy and evan have big feelings after jee-yun picks the 1983 best of ernie cassette tape as her bathtime soundtrack when they're babysitting. they figure it out. pinkie promise. or: the best thing the buckley parents ever did was bring maddie's old boombox and tapes with them while visiting california.

Relative Value by RC_McLachlan [T]

With a single complaint, Jee-Yun spin kicks Buck's entire world off its axis. Breathless with stratospheric joy, he digs his trembling fingers into his knees like it's going to do anything to keep him grounded, and chokes out, "Who, Jee?" The look Jee turns on him is so confused that Buck isn't sure he was even using real words just then. It could've simply been a jumble of sounds falling from his mouth like aquarium gravel. "Uncle Tommy," Jee says, with the patient air of someone who forgot they were talking to an idiot.

The Only Adventure Left by RC_McLachlan [T]

His mother blinked slowly. "I never should have answered the phone." That didn't make sense, because their phone had been ringing off the hook all week and his mother was always the one to answer. "I knew it was going to be bad," she said softly, slowly, almost like she was talking in her sleep. "I had the most horrible feeling in my gut when the phone rang. I've felt it before—I knew what it was. I should've just let the answering machine take it. I never should have picked up." More than two decades later, when Buck's phone starts vibrating as he's ruining the lamination of another batch of would-be croissants, he understands what his mother had meant that day. Every atom in his body is straining toward the phone, but he can't unlock his hands from the death grip they have on the rolling pin in order to reach for it. Incoming call: T. Kinard

this regrettable game by somnum365 [E]

Eddie's discomfort feels more Catholic than like repressed queer desire, but Tommy doesn’t know him that well yet. He doesn’t know either of them that well yet, not really. All he knows is that Evan has been unaware of his blatant attraction to men for over thirty years and that Eddie has a weird enough relationship with sex to go red at even the mention of anal fingering. He knows that they’re absurdly close. And he knows with startling clarity that no one in their right mind would look at Evan and not want to keep him for themselves. Jealousy burns hot. Tommy clenches and unclenches his fist. Evan is a breath of clean mountain air after a lifetime spent in a series of smoky rooms. He’s not ready to let Evan go so easily. Not yet. Not when this is all so new. Not when Evan makes him feel like this. Or: Five times Tommy saw Eddie as competition, and one time he finally accepted there was no competition.

This Very Simple Phrase by RC_McLachlan [G]

Tommy's never looked forward to Christmas. That's finally changing this year. "What was your best Christmas ever?" Pressing his thumb to hold the crease as tightly as he can, Tommy glances up from the box he's wrapping—inside is something called a "Hatchimal Pufficorn," which can't possibly be actual words in the English language, and yet Jee-yun has talked about nothing else for the last couple of months—and says, "My what?" Evan watches him tape the edge down. His brows furrow. "I-Is Jee even going to be able to unwrap that?" "What do you mean?" "It's got, like, hospital corners. She's going to dislocate an arm trying to get that stupid thing out."

what are your intentions? by screamlet [E]

This is my omgcp/911 crossover!

Buck = Clipboard, Dex = Fix it

Dex and Nursey move to LA and Dex becomes a firefighter at the 118. Nursey is an author, he has a collection of poems and he also writes kids’ books. (He writes a book for Mara where the main character is called Tilly because Mara Wilson=Matilda=Tilly, about a character who finds her family)

Dex likes the crew, they remind him of the hockey boys. Dex misses all the clues that both Hen and Buck are queer, and is telling everyone that Nurse is his roommate. When he finally does find out, he invites Derek to the next 118 barbecue to introduce him properly.

Buck and Dex fix a bunch of shit around the firehouse, including and not limited to: the women’s shower, the air conditioner, and the storage cupboard.

Dex and Nursey take Buck and Bobby to one of Chow’s hockey games.

The Samwell crew shows up for Dex’s shield ceremony and it turns out Bitty and Bobby know each other through the figure skating world and they swap recipes.

It’s just cute and fun and fluffy and the biggest issues are like, a minor injury to Derek and Dex being weird about his feelings.

I promise you this is much more unserious than this snippet would make it appear