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“Okay, Bobby should be here any minute, he’s going to take you to chemo, but then he’s got that meeting with the chief so Hen is going to pick you up and bring you home. Then she and Karen have got a playdate with Mara’s brother so Chim’s going to come over after he’s dropped Jee off at the Lee’s. I think he’s got this plan for, like, a movie marathon or something, so save your energy for that, and then Eddie will take over from him and do your physio with you. Now, I’ve told him that you’re leg has been pretty bad the past few days so don’t try and just suffer through it, you hear me? And then Eddie will stay with you until I get off my shift, I should be back about eight, but that will all depend on how the traffic is at—what?”
Tommy’s looking up at him from his spot on the couch, heated blanket draped over his legs, and his head is cocked to one side matching the fond, yet slightly exasperated, smile that he’s directing at Buck.
“You know you wrote this all on the calendar already, right?” Tommy says, throwing a thumb over his shoulder toward the kitchen. “I haven’t lost my memory yet.” His eyes scrunch as his smile turns teasing.
Despite everything he’s going through Tommy hasn’t lost that dry sense of humor that had caught Buck’s attention. Right from that first meeting, when Chim had driven them to the harbor station after calling Tommy for help finding the cruise ship, there had been something special about Tommy. Buck just hadn’t been able to work out what it was straight away.
The man had swanned out of the hanger clad in a blue jumpsuit that should have been unflattering, but somehow looked like he’d swiped it right from a fashion catwalk, and greeted Chim with an embrace that dwarfed the small man. Tommy had shaken Buck’s and Eddie’s hands in turn and asked them what their plan was. He hadn’t even taken a second to consider another option when Chimney had asked if he could get them a helicopter.
“For Captain Nash, anything,” Tommy had said solemnly, leaving Buck wondering what the story was behind the vow, and had bustled them toward a bright yellow helicopter with an instruction to stay out of sight until Hen arrived.
It hadn’t been until they’d safely landed on the rescue ship, grabbing a much-needed warm drink after watching Bobby and Athena reunite, that Buck realized he’d introduced himself as Evan rather than by his chosen name. Tommy had stood next to him, full of jokes about how no one would fire them now that they were officially heroes, and had asked Buck if that was how life was now at the 118. He hadn’t registered at first that Tommy was talking to him as he was so used to hearing the name Evan directed at him. But strangely, he hadn’t minded in the least.
Maybe that should have been his first hint at just how much the man was about to turn Buck’s whole life around.
“I know, I just…it’s a lot of moving parts, you know?” Buck shrugs as he stuffs a clean LAFD tee into his duffle bag.
It had hurt so much seeing Tommy suffering so much. It had been three days before the vomiting had let up enough for him to be able to keep down more than a few sips of water and a handful of saltine crackers. Buck had stayed for the duration of it, calling out sick claiming a stomach flu, and turning down all offers from the 118 to stop by and check on him and find him not at home. He’d confessed the truth when he’d returned for their next block of shifts, having gotten Tommy’s permission to share the news of his diagnosis, and just as Buck had predicted everyone had been shocked but had also offered to do whatever they could to help.
Getting Tommy to accept that help from someone other than Buck, however, had been more of a battle. When Buck had taken vacation days for the second cycle Tommy had been agitated, insisting Buck didn’t need to babysit him, that he could just check on Tommy after his shift. It had been hard not to let his frustration show when he’d reminded the man how he’d had to clean up the vomit before it stained the rug, how he’d washed weeks’ worth of dishes and done multiple loads of laundry, how he’d had to help Tommy in and out of the bathtub because he hadn’t had enough energy to stand, let alone wash himself.
“I’m not judging you for it,” Buck had insisted, softening his voice when he’d spotted the embarrassment on Tommy’s face. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you. Watching you suffer is one thing, but actually going through it? I wouldn’t cope any better. Just accept the help, Tommy. Even if you say no I’m going to be here anyway, all of us are.”
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Four months after the breakup Buck gets a text message from Lucy.
He’s just woken up after a 24-hour shift, the haze of sleep still clouding him when his phone chimes. He doesn’t read it straight away, a habit he’s gotten into to stop him from rushing to see if Tommy had finally texted him.
Buck has spent hours at a time staring at his phone screen and his and Tommy’s message history. Occasionally, the white bubble would bounce, the three dots telling him that Tommy was typing something out and Buck’s heart rate would spike, nerves and anticipation clogging his throat as he waited, and waited, and waited until the bubble would vanish altogether.
Tommy never messaged. But it told Buck that the man was still thinking about him, that had to mean something, right?
He’s called Tommy a handful of times, giving in to the deep-down urge to hear the man’s voice again, usually in the middle of the night when he’s been wallowing in the bottom of a liquor bottle. The ones that he didn’t end before the call connected had gone unanswered just the same as every call and text in the first few weeks following the break-up.
All he’d wanted was to talk to Tommy, try and make some sense out of what had happened for things to have derailed in the blink of an eye. One minute they’d been celebrating their sixth month anniversary, Buck looking forward to another six months with Tommy by his side, and the next Tommy had been calling him Buck and walking out of his life.
Now they’d been apart almost as long as they’d been together.
A box of Tommy’s things, his toothbrush, a spare phone charger, a harbor hoodie that Buck had claimed as his, the fluffy socks Tommy wore when his feet got cold which Buck found so fucking sweet and endearing it made his teeth hurt, still sat by the door waiting to be collected. Eddie and Chim have both offered to drop it off at Tommy’s but Buck shrugged them off.
If he’s being honest with himself he just couldn’t let them go.
It wasn’t just him who Tommy has been ghosting, Bobby, Hen, and Chim, they’ve all tried reaching out to no avail. Eddie is the only one who’s had any success, a couple of messages in the early days asking Eddie to keep an eye on Buck, and an odd one now and then replying to Eddie’s attempts to get him to meet for a pick-up game or sparing session.
“He always says he’s working,” Eddie had told him with a shrug. “I guess he’s just picking up some extra shifts to keep himself busy.”
They never see him on calls, however, not on the 217 truck or on the chopper when they’re joined by air ops, and Lucy just shrugs when anyone asks saying he’s off that day.
Buck’s starting to think Tommy’s either avoiding the 118 or he’s taken a transfer altogether.
He chews on the inside of his cheek, staring at his phone while he waits for his coffee to brew. The screen lights up again, another text coming in with a chime before falling dark again and Buck figures he’s delayed it long enough.
There’s still a spark of hope as he taps the screen to wake it, but it extinguishes in a flash when it’s Lucy’s contact that’s revealed instead.
If you have any plans today cancel them.
I know you’re off shift today so you have no excuse.
Answer your damn texts Buckley!
I’m not in the mood Lucy.
I don’t care. Clear your schedule for today.
Why?
I need you to go somewhere.
Again, why?
Just do it Buckley. Call it a favor.
How do I know there’s not gonna be a man with an axe waiting to try and murder me?
If that happens I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.
No axe. Scout’s honour.
Fine. Where?
Presbyterian.
Buck hits the call button. Thankfully, Lucy answers after the first ring. “Why are you sending me to the hospital?” He asks. “What’s…wait, are you hurt? Did something happen on a call?”
Lucy doesn’t answer straight away. “Nothing happened on a call.” She says eventually in her usual evasive and unhelpful way.
“Are you sick?”
“I’m not sick.”
The inflection to her words, whether intentional or subconscious tells Buck what he needs to know. “But someone is?”
Lucy sighs again but doesn’t offer any further explanation. “Third floor. Preferably before two this afternoon.”
“But who—”
“Please, Buck?” The desperation in her voice is enough to sway him. Lucy never sounds desperate.
“Okay, okay. I’ll go. Who am I—”
“Thanks, Buckley. Third floor. Before two.” She repeats then hangs up.
Stepping out of the elevator Buck blinks when he realizes he’s on the oncology floor. He looks around, mind reeling with who could possibly be getting treatment on this floor out of every possible department. It can’t be one of the 118, he would know.
He texts Lucy, asking who he’s there to see, and she leaves him on read. She ignores his call, too.
“Hey, excuse me,” Buck says to the nurse behind the desk. “Um, I’m not sure who I’m—”
The words die in his throat as his eyes land on a familiar form in a large wingback chair, the leg rest raised so he’s reclined with his head tipped back and eyes closed. He’s thinner than he was when Buck last saw him, deep shadows sit under his eyes and his hair, patchy in places, has been shaved short. There’s a port-a-cath in his upper arm and hanging on the drip stand above is a bag of fluid, the bright red chemotherapy label visible even at this distance.
“Sir?” The nurse says, but Buck can’t look away from the man.
“Tommy.”
“Are you a relative of Mr. Kinard?” She asks.
“Uh, I-I’m a…friend,” Buck manages to utter through his shock. “Can I…?” He points in Tommy’s direction, hoping she won’t send him away.
“Sure, he has a little longer left but go ahead.”
Buck moves as though through sludge, mind still trying to comprehend what he’s seeing, and he comes to a stop in the doorway into the treatment room, more of the wingback chairs spaced evenly throughout. A handful of them are occupied, other patients also hooked up to chemo bags, but his sight is fixed on his ex.
With Tommy’s eyes closed it gives Buck a chance to take him in up close. He looks the same and yet completely different all at once. He has the same sharp angle of his jaw; the one Buck would nip at to feeling the shadow of his scruff scratching against his own, but it’s more pronounced now, gaunt. The sweats and hoodie he’s wearing are practically swamping him. He’s a shadow of the man who broke up with Buck all those months ago.
He looks tired, worn. Sick.
Tommy coughs, the rattle deep in his chest audible from where Buck stands frozen, and he opens his eyes as he adjusts his position in his chair.
Then Tommy’s eyes land on him. They widen in shock before turning soft, the way they always did when he looked at Buck, but the look only lasts a second before it morphs into one of resigned understanding.
“Lucy told you.”
Buck’s mouth is dry and it takes considerable force to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Yeah,” He breathes. “I-I mean, no. I mean, she told me to come to the hospital but she didn’t…she didn’t tell me. But you should have.”
Tommy at least has the grace to look regretful, his gaze falling from Buck to where his bony fingers are picking at his cuticles. “I’m not your problem anymore, Buck.” He says to his lap.
“Don’t,” Buck shakes his head. “Don’t call me that. That’s not what you call me.”
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Relationship: Buck/Eddie
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
They stay like that for a bit, Eddie's face buried in Buck's hair, their chest rising and lowering in unison, Buck pressing kisses along Eddie's hand and forearm.
Eventually, Buck whispers "I need more, Eds."
Eddie kisses his nape. "I know," he whispers. "Just give me a few more minutes, mi amor."
or, after a rope rescue gone wrong, Buck and Eddie find comfort in each other
Whumptober prompt: Day 24 - equipment failure
911 Bingo Square: Cliff Rescue. @911bingo
Hi!
I sent in my sign up form on the 29th and haven't heard anything back, so I just wanted to check and see if my form was properly submitted? Thank you!
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Can multiple stories within a series count for different prompts? For example I wrote a story to fill prompt "Coffee Shop AU" and had enough fun doing it that i want to continue the series and include a different prompt (for instance "Hostage Situation" prompt that would take place in the Coffee Shop Verse, but is a different story from the first prompt. (And maybe further stories using quote prompts, etc). Each story stands alone but take place in the same 'verse/series.
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in the instance you've described, yes, those would work. so long as each fill can count as a single, stand alone story that's completed, it works for a fill. and if you base a few fills within that verse, that's totally fine.
hope this helps.
Hi, sorry if I was to blind to see, but is there an ao3 collection for this round too?
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you were not blind; it just took a little while to remember to create it among real life!
round four collection is now active; 911 Bingo: Round 4
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Is there a collection on tumblr for round 4?
hi! the collection is now at the following address! 911 Bingo: Round 4
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Hi,
I've just posted my first fic for the bingo but I can't find the collection for the Round 4, only Round 3. The round 3 collection is also the one linked in the rules. Am I meant to add it to the round 3 collection?
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This was an oversight. We will attempt to get a Round 4 collection created this weekend.
and square three is done!
Bingo square: free space
Tommy Kinard/Bobby Nash
Words: 4,272 | Rated: E
Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | But with some feelings | Blow Jobs | Hand Jobs | Office Sex
Tommy couldn’t deny that he’d been drawn to Bobby right from the get go.
Yeah obviously he was hot - Tommy was closeted, not blind - but there was also an underlying sorrow about him that was only noticeable if you were really looking for it; he’d clearly been through some shit and Tommy couldn’t help but want to suck his dick about it, to give him at least some relief from the trauma of whatever had happened to make him move across the country to escape.
And if it helped him forget some of his own shit for a while, well then that was a bonus.
Written for round 4 of @911bingo for the prompt square 'omegaverse'.
See, Tommy's rut was supposed to hit weeks ago, but shortly before it was scheduled to hit, Buck was in an accident, his leg pinned under a ladder truck. The stress of his omega in distress forced his body to postpone his rut; he had more important things to worry about. While that biological response made perfect sense–and Eddie couldn't have imagined dealing with Tommy’s rut alone while Buck was still in the hospital–it now meant that Tommy was even more pent up than he was during a typical rut of his. Eddie knew it was going to be a difficult rut to get through, given Buck’s current state. He was still in a full leg cast that severely limited his mobility; the pain wasn’t as prevalent as it had been right after the accident, but obviously healing came with plenty of pain and discomfort. So there was no way that Buck was going to be up to dealing with Tommy’s rut. Which was perfectly fine, Eddie could manage it on his own.
Or Buck is in a full leg cast, but insists he can still help Tommy through his rut. Eddie is skeptical, rightfully so. And Tommy is just trying to fight his stupid alpha instincts.
I've seen these character week events for a few other characters, but I couldn't find one for Hen. Since she's my favourite firefighter in the show, I figured I might as well host one.
With all the events going on in the fandom I figured it could take place in the week of the 10-16th of February 2025, and this would give everyone some time to plan. But first, I figured I should check for interest.
His previously white shirt was sticking uncomfortably to his body. The boy’s glasses hung heavy around his neck.
If he couldn’t find Chris, what was he supposed to tell Eddie? How could he explain – How could he live with himself after that?
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Or: Buck is trying to find Christopher after the tsunami happened, with no care about his own injuries.
There was something in the air, almost like a sizzling, that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Buck seemed to notice this, too, at least Eddie saw his best friend look up at the sky in wonder.
Then, everything happened at once.
Before Eddie knew what hit him – quite literally – he was thrown off the ladder truck by a shock wave.
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Or: Buck is not the only one that gets hurt in 6x10. (Because, really, have you seen Eddie fall off the truck?)
and the first one is done!
Bingo square: hand job
Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Words: 2,569 | Rated: E
Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot | Car Sex | Hand Jobs | POV Evan "Buck" Buckley
Buck sinks back into Tommy's mouth with a sigh, savouring the taste of him as they make out in the parking lot like teenagers.
He jumps as Chimney shouts at them to get a room and Tommy pulls away with a laugh, eyes alight with amusement.
"Come on," he says, pulling his keys from his pocket as Buck steps away. "I know a spot with less hecklers."
Eddie & Taylor art created for @911reversebang which led to the creation of the amazing fic below!
Eddie's Buck's boyfriend, Taylor's Buck's friend-with-benefits, and Eddie and Taylor take advantage of those two facts to get them through industry parties and parent-teacher evenings when Buck's not available. Buck's just along for the ride.
