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“Heeeeey,” Buck said, still feeling a little loopy. “What are you all doing here?”
“Checking on you, doofus,” Hen said. “How are you feeling?”
Buck’s forehead scrunched as he thought about it. “Okay, I guess.”
“Do you remember what happened?” Bobby asked.
Buck thought back, then shook his head. “Nope.”
“You got conked on the head,” Chimney filled him in. “Tommy pulled you out.”
“Thanks,” Buck said to Tommy, leaning his head back and up to see Tommy, still standing with his arms crossed, a little behind the others. “What hit me?”
“Metal pipe,” Tommy said.
“Thankfully, your helmet was on and worked,” Chimney said. “Remember this next time you ask why you can’t run out of a fire without it.”
“Ha ha,” Buck said weakly. “That was one time.”
“Better to learn while you’re still a probie,” Hen jumped in.
Bobby patted his shoulder gently. “Ignore them. We’re just glad you’re okay.”
Buck smiled his thanks. “How long do I have to stay here?”
“Since there was a loss of consciousness, they want to keep an eye on you overnight,” Hen reported. “But your lungs are clear and you don’t have any other injuries.”
“Except my pride,” Buck joked, to blank stares from everyone else. “Hey, that was funny, come on!”
Chimney wiggled his hand in the so-so sign. “Not so much, Buckaroo.”
“Tough crowd,” Buck sighed.
“Do you need anything before we go?” Bobby asked.
“You’re, uh, you’re leaving?”
“Not all of us got the night off for a knock on the noggin,” Chimney said, popping his gum.
“Oh.” Buck deflated. “I’m fine.”
“Let me know when you get home, alright?” Bobby said. Buck nodded, and watched sadly as they trooped out of the room together, Hen and Chim’s shoulders knocking together as they laughed about something.
Buck looked around the empty hospital room and sighed to himself. At least he had a private room for now. He tried to get comfortable and closed his eyes, figuring that he could at least catch up on some sleep.
Tommy knocked on the door, watching as Evan’s eyes slowly opened. “Hey,” he waved at him. “I told Cap it would be hard to do any heavy rescues without my partner, so he let me off early and told dispatch not to call him.”
“What are you doing here?” Evan sat up.
“You seemed like you wanted company,” Tommy said. “Unless I was wrong?”
“No, stay, please,” Evan gestured to the chair Chimney had used earlier. “I kind of hate being alone at the hospital.”
“Spent a lot of time in them?” Tommy asked curiously.
Evan shook his head. “Not that much, I guess. But I traveled alone for a couple years and it sucks waking up without anyone there.”
“What landed you in the hospital?”
“Uh, got stepped on by a horse and had to make sure my foot wasn’t broken, stitches when I worked construction, broke a couple fingers, motorcycle accident when I was younger, I dunno, the usual.” Evan shrugged.
Tommy snorted. “I don’t know if all of those are usual. You know what they call motorcycles, right?”
“Donor cycles,” Evan repeated dutifully. “I don’t ride them anymore. What about you, what kind of injuries have you had?”
“Well, I got this from some factory shrapnel,” Tommy said, pulling his shirt up to show off a scar on his right side, “and Howie once had to carry me out of a methane leak in a strip mall.”
“Chimney can’t carry you,” Evan scoffed.
Tommy nodded. “Oh, he sure did. He says I owe him a life debt now.”
“Guess I probably owe you one too,” Evan said thoughtfully, then yawned so wide his jaw nearly cracked.
“Want me to let you sleep?” Tommy asked. “I can drive you home in the morning. Or back to the station, if you need to get your car.”
“It’s a Jeep,” Evan said sleepily, quickly fading. “You’re going to stay here?”
“Yeah, I’ll stay here,” Tommy promised.
“Good,” Evan yawned again, his eyes closing as he turned into his pillow, trying to get comfortable. “Thanks, Tommy.”
“You’re welcome, Evan.”
“Makes me,” Evan said sleepily, “you make me feel like I’m home.” His breathing evened out and he snored lightly. Tommy watched him sleep, the even rise and fall of his chest, the way his face looked so much younger.
A nurse peeked in. “Sir —” she noticed his uniform. “Do you need anything?”
Tommy shook his head. “We’re fine, thanks,” he said quietly.
She nodded, continuing on her rounds.
Tommy shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, though these chairs weren’t made for comfort. He knew he’d be thinking about Evan’s sleepy comment for the rest of the night. His fingers itched to take Evan’s hand, hold it close.
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so this thing is over 8k by now and i don't honestly know how that happened (although i'm sure @diazsdimples will remind me it was inevitable par for the course etc) anywho, have a moment of tenderness among the smut:
Buck’s grip on the chair tightens until his knuckles hurt and turn white with it. He clenches around nothing, silently willing Eddie to move faster as he listens to the telltale sounds of laces, buckles, and clothes being stripped off.
“That's it.” Eddie's hands rest on his hips, lips gingerly kiss his left shoulder, the top of his spine, then his right shoulder. “Right here, sweetheart.”
Buck’s joints and muscles begin to relax now that his body is convinced Eddie didn't surreptitiously abandon him.
“How’s your leg? Doing okay or is it bothering you?”
When he checks in with himself, he’s surprised to find it’s not too bad. A little twinge that'll probably bother him later, but nothing he can't deal with. Besides, he's put up with worse. Mostly because he's never been open about his lingering scars, so Eddie's the only one who could have known to ask.
And the thing is, Eddie didn't have to. They’re playing by what Eddie wants, right? He could have continued ruining Buck without a single care for his comfort.
Buck swallows his anxieties back down before they have a chance to take over. Because that’s just how Eddie is, he would be careful with anyone.
“It’s okay,” Buck assures him. “I’m good.”
“Good.” Eddie kisses the curve of his neck like he’s rewarding Buck for giving the correct answer.
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they could’ve had way more fun with the eddie uber driver thing post return to la if everything else didn’t happen. the whole team are on a night out and when it’s time to leave buck is like i think i’ll just book an uber home and gets his phone out smiling to himself. two minutes later eddie’s phone goes off and it’s a venmo notification from buck for $5 and a note with his address on and an obnoxious smiley face :))))). eddie’s just like get in the damn car. he drives buck to bedford street though. obviously.
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Today I come bearing words from my favorite fish boy. (I am still working on the hookup fic, it's just that work has been a lot, and there is illness in my house that leaves a lot to be desired when it comes to sexy vibes.) I have started and restarted this chapter 946 billion times, and I'm sick of looking at it. Did I finally get it right? Who's to say? Certainly not me.
Life on land is different. A fact that, in hindsight, should have been more obvious.
Spending the majority of his life beneath the waves, he assumed it would be an adjustment. And Mina did warn him it wouldn’t be as simple as growing a pair of legs and going on his merry way.
But he read books, and heard stories from Eddie, not to mention how many Land Dwellers did it all the time. How hard could it really be?
As it turns out, shifting to a wildly different body structure is only the tip of the reef.
For starters, he has a new name- Buck. As part of settling in, he was given an entirely new identity. According to the folder shoved at him almost the second he dried off, he’s officially Evan Buckley from Hershey, Pennsylvania, twenty one years old.
Choosing to go by Buck was an easy decision, and one he made for several reasons.
Firstly, shifting from ocean to land felt significant enough to warrant a change. Being above the waves is a fresh start, however temporary, and, at least symbolically, he wanted to honor that in all the ways possible.
Secondly, if he has a new name for people to say, it won't hurt as much when the person saying it isn't Eddie or Maddie. That’s what he tells himself anyway.
In addition to his whole made up existence, he has a construction job. Apparently it’s the recommended route for merfolk looking to stay in one spot for a while, because it helps build muscles and motor skills or whatever Lucy and Ravi said. At the time he was too focused on the drivers license he’s still not allowed to use.
Speaking of, Ravi and Lucy are, for all intents and purposes, his babysitters.
At first, they shadowed his every move until he learned the basics of acting passably human. And until they were sure he wouldn't burn his apartment down. Something that was decided after he accidentally microwaved a dry cup of ramen on his second day.
It’s been six months now and they finally seem to be trusting him with more responsibility. Lucy even took the locks off the cabinets with the pots and pans. Although, she warned him if he set the smoke detector off even once he would never be rid of them.
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“Chim.”
“No, no,” Chimney stormed out of Bobby’s office. “I’m not doing this.”
“Chim, you’re one of our best pilots,” Bobby said, following him down the hall.
“Yeah, well I wasn’t good enough, was I?” Chimney snarled, rounding on him. “I’m not taking someone else out there.”
Bobby went to reach for him, dropping his hand when Chimney flinched again. “Everyone is safer with you out there.”
“Kevin wasn’t.”
Chimney lost his brother and co-pilot, and Bobby wants him back in the field. Which means testing with someone new, and putting someone else at risk.
A PacRim/Mecha AU, but the author hasn't seen PacRim in a while and went with the vibes and memory, so if it's not totally accurate, don't worry about it!! :) <3
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Teeth scrape against the curve of his neck, as if sealing Eddie’s commitment, and he nearly sobs with relief. Eddie’s got him.
“Gonna take care of you,” Eddie murmurs, fingers trailing down one side, skating over his hip.
Buck tenses, too eager for whatever comes next, whatever Eddie decides, to be any other way. Except Eddie goes easy on him to start, lavishing kisses over the broad expanse of his back.
And that’s- okay. Not what he expected but he can be patient while Eddie works up to, hopefully, more intense measures.
The trail proceeds to move down his spine, punctuating each individual vertebrae, and pauses between his scapula. Like a man possessed, Eddie rises and turns Buck’s head to the side, capturing his lips in a deep and filthy kiss.
The angle is just this side of uncomfortable but if Eddie wants to claim him like this? Then Buck is fucking his.
It’s a too short diversion before they separate and has Buck chasing Eddie’s mouth for more. He should probably be embarassed how his heart skips in his chest when Eddie returns to give him a quick peck.
In a moment of of delusion, he allows himself to believe it’s because Eddie knows him. Knows he needs that small reassurance. It’s a pleasant thought as the trail of kisses resumes down his spine, achingly slow and tender. Down to the small of his back, twice on his right cheek and then twice on his left, followed by a light nip to his thigh.
“So beautiful, Buck. So pretty for me.”
"Yeah," Buck rasps, angling his hips, presenting himself shamelessly. “All for you. Just for you."
Married Tevan when Buck shows up to the 118. But Buck just got out of the Navy and is used to not advertising his private life, so he just doesn’t really mention it. Aka, just like he doesn’t really talk about his family he grew up with.
He talks about maybe getting a dog. He asks Bobby to teach him how to cook (just leaves out the wanting to impress his husband who makes homemade pasta all the time). Is incredibly confused with the catfishing because it’s been years since he signed up for a dating app.
Valentine’s Day he makes a comment about not going on a date because they’re both working a shift. People assume it’s just a casual date and give a general, gee that sucks. Maybe you can do something later.
There’s a week that Tommy is working on his Jeep, so he drops him off/picks him up from shifts for a few days, but everyone somehow just misses. Chimney feels like that trucks is familiar…. But can’t put his finger on it. Someone asks if his roommate had been giving him rides. Buck gives them an odd look but just says, “yeah, I guess that’s one word for him.”
Chimney notices Tommy’s wedding ring and comments about not inviting him to the wedding. Tommy is a little chagrined but tells him it was a small thing. He doesn’t tell him that Sal was his witness and Buck had one of his SEAL buddies.
Buck wears his wedding ring, but after years of working as a SEAL where he took as little identifiable information as possible to work he just quietly slips it on and off before and after shifts, sometimes it lives in his car.
Finally, Bobby asks everyone to bring their families to the firehouse for a potluck for Buck’s shield ceremony. Buck didn’t want to make it a big deal, but Bobby insisted they at least do a dinner and small ceremony before their shift started. Everyone is chattering excitedly, Bobby is smiling realizing it’s a good idea and what he’s needed to do for awhile… until one voice stops everyone in their tracks.
“Can I bring my husband?” Buck asked innocently. You could hear a pen drop.
“Your what?!” Hen asks
“What go to Vegas over the weekend?” Chimney asks with a grin. Bobby looks baffled for a moment and studies Buck closely before nodding slowly.
“Of course Buck, sorry I didn’t realize you were married?” He said.
“O-oh, uh,” Buck looks a little sheepish and rubs the back of his neck, “it’s uh, s-sorta new? I mean I’ve known him for years! But us being married, th-that’s kinda new.”
“Well I’d love to meet him, he’s always welcome here,” Bobby says, as he squeezes Buck’s shoulder and the younger man grins.
They think that’s mostly the end of the confusion…. Until Tommy shows up the day of the ceremony. Chimney spots him first.
“Hey, Tommy! Get lost on your way to work,” Chimney asked with a chuckled.
“Hey Howie,” Tommy smiled. He walked over to the table with a dish and set it down. “Uh, no I’m-“
“I sure hope that’s your Nonna’s recipe for tiramisu,” Hen comments, as she and Karen walk up. Tommy grins and leans forward to kiss Karen’s cheek.
“I know better than to show up empty handed,” Tommy replied.
“Tommy,” Bobby said with a smile, “good to see you again. How’re things at the 217?”
“Good, good,” Tommy said with a nod. Bobby opened his mouth to ask what Tommy was doing there, but Buck interrupted as he bounded in.
“Oh good! You guys all met, or are getting reacquainted… or well, I guess you and Chimney see each other every week at basketball and Karen at wine nights. So I guess just meeting each other in uh… n-new circumstances?” Buck trailed off as he realized everyone was looking at him in shock. Tommy just grinned, waiting for the explosion of questions that was sure to follow.
Everyone else was simultaneously confused at how Golden Retriever Buck had somehow failed to mention he was married to Tommy Kinnard and… well, no one was actually surprised Tommy had never mentioned it. He kept things pretty close to the chest…. But Buck? He was always talking and chattering on.
Tommy only grinned. When he’d realized that after a year of Buck’s being at the 118 and still no one had made the connection, he’d asked Buck not mention anything. Buck met his eyes over the crowd and rolled his eyes, seeing the mischief his husband had created and that he himself had accidentally added to.
Bobby cleared his throat, “Uh, alright. We have a shield ceremony to do first. Then you can alls interrogate Buck and Tommy.”
Tommy smiled and let himself fade a little to the background as everyone remembered the reason they were actually there. It was a simple ceremony, but when Bobby held out Buck’s shield to Tommy, he happily stepped forward to pin it on his husband. He raised his eyebrows in question, and Buck nodded I agreement, before Tommy kissed him in front of his firehouse.
Buck grinned and winked at Tommy. Payback would be a bitch at the 217. Tommy only vaguely looked like he might regret the havoc he had caused at the 118.
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The 118 responded to a grease fire. When they arrived on scene, Buck realised why the address sounded familiar. They were on Tommy's street. The fire was in the diner they'd gone to.
It wasn't too bad, but bad enough that civilians couldn't handle it. People from the surrounding businesses poured into the street, including the tattoo studio.
Buck seized the opportunity to say hi. The street was too clogged anyway, they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
”Tommy!”
Tommy beamed at him. ”Hi! I like your outfit.”
Buck looked down at himself, at his shapeless turnouts. ”I know, right? Really shows off my figure.”
Tommy nodded at the diner. ”How bad is it?”
”Nothing structural. The repairs should be easy enough. Looks worse than it is.”
”That's a relief. Was gonna go there for lunch.”
Buck looked at him for a beat. It would be insane to ask Tommy to come with him, so he could have lunch at the station. He'd been prepping with Bobby, before the call. It wasn't unheard of to have a civilian ride with them, but Buck was probably too new still, to be able to make an argument for it.
He was technically on crowd control, so he did some of that. With arms wide, he went up and down the length of the engine, to keep it clear. The job was easy enough, so it wasn't long until they packed up and got ready to leave.
Tommy was still on the sidewalk. There were no half naked people around, so maybe he was on admin today. Buck walked up to him. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder and was about to say something about heading back, when Tommy pulled him close and kissed his cheek. ”Stay safe.”
”I-I will,” Buck said, and stumbled onto the engine.
As they got situated, Hen asked, ”That the boyfriend?”
”What?”
”Was that your boyfriend?” she asked again, even though her words were perfectly clear over the headset.
”You mean Tommy?”
”Wait, that was Tommy?” Chimney asked and looked out the window.
Buck looked between them. He'd only brought Tommy to the firehouse that one time and he didn't introduce him to anyone. ”He's not my boyfriend.”
Hen gave him a look. ”Huh. I figured he was.”
”Why?”
”You're always texting him. Or calling.”
”What're you looking at my phone for?”
She looked at him over the rim of her glasses. ”I'm not the one waving my phone around.”
”Whatever,” he scoffed. ”He's not my boyfriend, he's my … friend.”
”He seems cool,” Chimney said. ”With all the,” he gestured to his body.
”He is cool.”
Buck was distracted for the rest of the day. He would've cut off his thumb, if Bobby hadn't intervened. He only stabbed himself a little bit and Hen assured him he didn't need stitches. It was dumb either way. It wasn't like he didn't know he had feelings for Tommy.
But he also hadn't put the words boyfriend and Tommy in the same sentence before.
”I'm bi,” he said, as Hen stuck a plaster on the heel of his hand. She glanced up, as she made sure the adhesive border sat flush all the way around. ”Just – you said boyfriend. Girlfriend is also an option.”
”How'd you meet?”
”He runs a tattoo studio. I needed some new jewellery for a piercing.”
She looked at his face. ”I thought you took yours out?”
”Most of them.”
She held up a hand. ”I don't wanna know.”
Buck chuckled. The station had about a million first aid kits, but Hen still took the time to neatly pack everything away.
”I really like him,” he confessed quietly.
Hen smiled. ”What do you like about him?”
”Oh,” he ducked his head. Hen probably didn't care that much, she was just using it as an opportunity to get to know him better. ”He's fun. And cool and kind. And I think he likes talking to me? I know it doesn't sound like a lot, but it really … It means a lot to me.”
”Is he a tattoo artist then?”
”He is! He's so good. He gave me–” His hands were on his belt when he realised Hen probably didn't want to see that. He fished out his phone instead. ”I have a photo.”
*
My team thought you were my boyfriend, isn't that so funny?
My coworkers thought we were dating, isn't that crazy?
Hen called you my boyfriend and it made my stomach swoop – thoughts?
You kissed me and I've been thinking about it every moment of every day.
I want you to kiss me again.
Why did you kiss me?
Can I kiss you?
I want to kiss you.
I think about you when I fall asleep.
I think about you when I wake up, I think about you when I fall asleep, and every moment in between.
”Evan?”
”Mm?”
Tommy smiled at him. ”I asked if you wanted another? You look tired.”
”Oh.” Buck looked at his cup. ”Yeah, just a small one.”
”You got it,” Tommy said and got up to order another coffee.
Buck sat back in his seat and sighed. The coffee shop was nice and quiet this time of day, just after the morning rush. Buck wasn't doing anything today. If Tommy let him, he was going to go to the studio with him and hang out for a bit. Tommy was taking clients today, so he couldn't hang out indefinitely. Buck was decidedly not pouty about it.
”What're you doing today?” he asked, when Tommy came back with a new coffee.
Tommy lit up. ”A sailboat. Client lost his grandfather, and he wants his sailboat on his thigh. It's stylised, so it's not a one-to-one, but I'm excited about it. Been looking at boats all week, because I want the lines to be right. You know, the shape of the sails, the number of sails, the colour, that kind of thing.”
”That sounds cool.”
”I'm gonna ask if he wants to add an anchor. Anchor with the sails up doesn't make sense, but since he wanted stylised, maybe he'd be up for it anyway. Wrapping the anchor chain around his knee could add some movement, but it wasn't part of the inital sketch, so we'll see.”
”Is it a big piece?”
”Oh, yeah. I'm only doing him and then a tramp stamp later tonight.”
He was going to be sore later, Buck thought. ”You wanna do dinner?”
Tommy looked surprised. ”Go out?”
”Was thinking takeout.”
”You don't have plans?”
Buck shrugged. ”Might take a nap later.”
”I don't know when I'll finish.”
”That's OK,” Buck said easily. ”You can let me know when you know.”
”You sure?”
”I'm sure.” He had cash in his pocket, to get his debt down. It wasn't a lot, but Tommy hadn't asked for anything specific. He was holding on to it for now. Handing over cash during their little… breakfast date, or whatever this was, didn't feel right. He didn't want to sully it. ”Can I tag along to the studio?”
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“It-it sounds like you need to hide a body or something else illegal, Tommy,” Buck says and loves how Tommy laughs. God, he missed this laugh.
“No,” Tommy shakes his head, but then frowns, “nothing like that. I need help with your special skills. You know,” Tommy moves his eyebrows, but Buck just looks at him blankly.
That’s when Tommy makes the gesture Buck loves to use, when he summons his powers and makes fire appear. Buck showed him. The only person except Eddie, who he showed. And Eddie only knows because man saw how Buck touched the fire and stopped it by absorbing all of its energy.
“Oh,” Buck nods, “you need to set something on fire?”
Tommy chuckles, “you’re adorable, when you’re confused. And no, not set something on fire. I need you to absorb the warmth and energy that fire left on me. Heal my burns. You said you can do it.”
or Buck has fire powers after the lighning strike, but nothing really changes in his life
