you can have my back any day

• Tommy gets hurt on duty while in the 118 and instead of leaving he gets his degree that the military promised him
• Chimney is the first to learn about this and jokes that one day Tommy might deal with his "small and fast" kid
• WELL ITS YEARS LATER AND GUESS WHO IS IN TOMMY'S CLASS
• and like kindergarten is hard, it's a big step and Maddie cries and so does Chim and even Buck
• and Buck is fully prepared to pull out all the stops as Uncle Buck, when Jee comes home and complains about class and how she hates being away from home/Buck he will be there with all the hugs and comfort
• but Jee comes and she's bouncing on her feet because Mr. Tommy is "the coolest Uncle Buck"
• and it goes from there, Jee always talks about how much she likes her new teacher
• Buck gets a little jealous "I'm a firefighter! That's cool!" "Mr. Tommy has a motorcycle and a cat Uncle Buck."
• the cards fall into place and Maddie and Chim take that honeymoon and Buck takes the week off to watch Jee and he finally meets the infamous Mr. Tommy
• and he's not sure what he's expecting, maybe a Mr. Rogers type? Jee could have mistaken the motorcycle for an actual bike, and Buck could have a pet if he moved
• no one said Mr. Tommy was *hot*
• Hes friendly and kind and can carry four kids at once like it's nothing and he grins at Buck and says it's nice to meet "the famous Uncle Buck, who is a firefighter"
• "Uh yeah, that's me"
• "Jee never mentioned you were handsome too"
• and Buck is all flustered and idk where it goes from there but they obviously go on a date after Buck offers to chaperone and help out with Tommy's annual class tea party
• because big beefy guys in little chairs drinking out of tiny cups will never not be funny and Buck obviously puts on a horrible British accent
• and one day Mr. Tommy becomes Uncle Tommy

bucktommy + every touch (so far)

i'm sure you do, buck

The space is cramped, Evan’s knees pressing against Tommy’s chest, but Tommy crowds in as close as he can get. “Hey, hey— Evan, c’mon, I need you to wake up.”

Tommy taps his cheek, smoothing his limp hair back from his forehead, spreading more blood across Evan’s skin. There isn’t even a flutter of his lashes, Evan’s head heavy between Tommy’s hands.

“Evan! Come on, you gotta wake up, kid.” Tommy can hear the hysteria creeping into his voice, the panic rising up the back of his throat.

Letting Evan’s head rest back against his shoulder, Tommy switches tactics, frantically tearing at the opening of Evan’s jacket. “Baby, don’t do this to me— come on,” Tommy begs, dragging his knuckles over Evan’s chest, the thin fabric of his cotton t-shirt bunching up with each rough swipe.

Evan’s face scrunches up, eyes rolling under his eyelids, but he remains a deadweight in the harness. “Come on, come on, come on—”

It has to hurt, the way he digs his knuckles into Evan’s sternum, but Tommy doesn’t stop, ruthlessly rubbing at Evan’s chest as he watches his face for any change. Finally, Evan shifts, lips pursing as he groans and Tommy feels like he could cry from relief as hazy blue eyes blink open.

“Hey— there you are! There you go, Evan. Good job, baby— that’s it,” Tommy encourages, pressing his palm over Evan’s chest.