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Donation Totals

On January 9th, a fundraiser for the California Fire Foundation was started. The first goal of $1180 was reached in six hours! The second goal of $2170 was reached four hour later. The final goal of $3350 was met two days from the start of the fundraiser! That's pretty incredible, if you ask me!

The final total on GoFundMe for the California Fire Foundation is $5050.00.

The total for other organizations donated to is $1362.86. Some of the other organizations include American Red Cross, LAFD Foundation, MaskBlocLA, and World Central Kitchen.

Our combined, overall total is $6412.86!

Thank you all for donating, liking and reblogging posts, or sharing information on other sites 😊 I am so proud of our fandom! Look out for a poll to be posted tomorrow, where everyone will have a chance to decide who we raise funds for in February. 🎈

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This is one of these WIPs that I just don't know what to do with. Do I leave it just like is? Do I add to it?

Any thoughts, ideas, comments?

Bucktommy, E.

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"Please," Evan breathed finally, driven far past where his patience would stretch. Despite that, he let Tommy set the pace. That didn't mean Evan wasn't still arching and making all these sweet little noises to urge him on, but the closest he'd come to insisting they move on was the way he curled his leg over Tommy's.

They shared a look, and when Evan let out a little huff, relaxing back against the sheets, Tommy knew they both remembered the same conversation from a few weeks ago. Tommy had told Evan that sex was not how they'd manage emotions between them. But still, they were here with Evan spread out on Tommy's bed.  

After long and careful minutes of spreading his fingers, curling them precisely enough to make him shake with it, Tommy had given in. The slide inside was slick, and Evan had added "Fuck“ in a strangely soft tone at the way they fit together effortlessly.

Evan's eyes fluttered close as he curled his arms around Tommy's shoulders, hands latching on tightly to drag him in close. The closeness meant sacrificing depth and angle, but Evan didn't seem to mind one bit. He moaned at the slow roll of Tommy's hips. Or maybe that was both of them.

It was so delicious to be inside Evan, to feel his body clutch him so tightly. A part of Tommy wanted to chase the sweet pleasure that came with it, but he was more focused on Evan and on the barely dried tears and the frisson of anger still lingering.

None of it was aimed at Tommy, but he was the one who would soothe it. Even if this wasn't how he would have chosen to do so - it was the middle ground that he'd found together. What mattered to Tommy was that he'd always be here to catch Evan, to help him navigate these storms, even if Evan didn't quite seem to believe it.

Evan kept ducking his head, attempting to hide his expression, but Tommy would slow down further and then completely stop until Evan tilted his head back up. It had been Tommy's condition, the concession that Evan had finally made when Tommy had been stern against anything more than heated kisses.

"You're hurting, and sex shouldn't be a way to-"

"I know. It's not, "Evan had insisted, pacing in Tommy's kitchen with chaotic energy bleeding from every part of him. "I just want to feel you, I want- you ground me. I don't need hard, I want-"

Evan tempered off, frustrated with himself most of all. His explanations had been just the bare bones of the situation that had caused this. His parents, and an off comment that Eddie had made about how it was all forgiven (even when I clearly wasn't forgotten). Tommy didn't want to press for more; he could see the way Evan was closing off from him with how little he was asking already. Tommy was helpless to do anything but soothe him, try to lead him back to solid ground.

"You know what, forget it, "Evan had finally said when the silence had stretched, already diving for his keys on the counter. Tommy had intercepted him and grabbed his wrist.

"My rules, "he'd said, and it hadn't gone unnoticed how Evan had shuddered at that and nodded without a beat of hesitation. Tommy could feel the heat licking up his spine at the way his eyes fluttered shut alone. But this wasn't about him.

"Please," Evan breathed half an hour later, looking up at Tommy with dark eyes and urging him into motion. "Please, you said."

There is an almost pelutant edge to it, and Tommy can't help but smile at it and card his fingers through Evan's hair just to watch him shiver.

"I did, didn't I?"

He didn't give Evan time to respond; instead, he picked up the pace. The first withdrawal and pushback made Evan gasp. It sounded a little overwhelmed from the start, and maybe Tommy should have stopped here, but Evan kept urging him on, kept moving into every thrust - and Tommy had to trust him to know his own limits.

That didn't mean he wouldn't take this slow - that Tommy wouldn't pour every bit of affection he could into his touches, the sweet kisses he pressed everywhere he could reach.

Tommy held his gaze even when Evan's eyes turned glassy - he stumbled over his rhythm when his eyes turned wet, and the next blink made tears escape down his cheeks.

"Evan-"

"I'm good," he slurred. "So good, so perfect. You're wonderful."

And the babbling continued, Evan's hands reaching down to his ass to control the next trust.

"Please. You're so good. You're the best thing. So perfect right here. I-"

And Evan seems to forcefully snap his mouth shut, biting his lip as he twists his head into the pillow.

"Don't wanna lose you," he said in a frightfully small voice that had Tommy's heart clenched.

"Hey," he says, hands reaching for Evan's face, "you're not going to lose me."

Evan resisted for a moment longer, only turning his head when Tommy pressed a kiss to his temple. His smile was sad.

"Can't promise that."

He was right. Tommy couldn't promise that. He would try everything in his power to stay right here. Evan already had so many parts of his heart that it would be so easy to give in and let himself be in love. But even if they managed to find their way to each other like that, even if they could build something steady and enduring, there was still the whole rest of the universe to deal with.

"I'm here," Tommy said instead, crowding closer. "I'm right here."

"Yeah," Evan allowed. "You are."

"Then let me help," Tommy implored, and that got him a real smile - quicksilver fast, there and gone again, but entirely real.

"Okay," Evan breathed and leaned up for a kiss.

"Want to stop?" Tommy asked, and Evan shook his head.

Something shifted between them. Maybe it was just that Evan let the underlining tension flow out of his body, but when they moved again, it was together.

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How did we as a fandom get so lucky?!?!? 🥵

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Gentleman.

“D-do you think they know?” 

“Huh?”

Tommy looked up, his gaze on his partner’s eyes. He’d been so focused on stroking the younger’s cock and kissing his neck he sort of forgot about everything around him, and Evan’s voice was an anchor pulling him back to the room, back to Evan riding him.

“A gentleman, that’s what Hen called you the other day” his voice was breathy, it was taking a lot of him to speak clearly, never mind the sounds that came out in between words.

“She did” his hands shifted, now kneading at the area of Evan’s hips, trying but failing to get control of his boyfriend's movements.

Evan scoffed “Of course” and oh, they were going there. Their eyes locked in and he was ready for whatever his baby had come up with “She, and everyone thinks you’re this g-gentleman who— oh fuck, who would never disrespect me but they don’t know” the rolling of his hips messed up with Tommy, a moan coming out of his mouth.

“Don’t know w-what baby?” his chest was filling up with excitement.

He remembers that night, they’d gone out to a bar and Tommy took care of everything: he paid for the table, got them their respective drinks, even gave one of the extra chairs to another group who came to the bar. He didn’t think most about why he did that, he just wanted to; instead, all his focus was on Evan and his thighs, thighs he kept touching and grabbing mindlessly throughout the night. And once they were at his place his head was in between them, kissing and marking them up.

Evan lifted his hips and smirked, half of his length waiting to be buried again inside the younger “That you’re a desperate freak babe” and with that he sank down fast, a loud moan out of his pink lips. Tommy whimpered, closing his eyes hard and feeling his ears ring.

Evan’s pace picked up, and Tommy’s eyes fluttered open when he felt his boyfriend’s mouth on his ear, sucking on the earlobe, his voice sending shivers down his spine “They don’t t-think that all you want to do is choke me up and spank me until I can’t sit for a whole day”

“God, Evan—” he was interrupted by a filthy kiss, the kind that had Tommy reaching for his boyfriend’s ass, and he gave a good hit to prove Evan’s point.

Evan keened, biting Tommy’s lower lip hard enough to feel the metallic taste, and mixed it with their tongues. One of Tommy’s hands went back to the younger’s cock, jerking him off to the speed of his hips.

“You are far from a gentleman Tommy, y-you’re a— Jesus fuck, a beast!” he was jumping on Tommy’s dick, his hands holding tightly on the older’s shoulders, nails digging deep “All you want to do is mark me up and fuck me until I can’t walk, all you want is— oh shit I’m close, ah, you just want everyone to know I’m yours” 

And that set a fire inside of Tommy’s belly, spreading fast like he was being poured gasoline. 

He set his heels deep on the mattress and thrusted his hips up, hard, making Evan’s eyes roll to the back of his head “You’re mine kid, d-don’t forget who you belong to”

Evan cried out “I belong to you, daddy” and let go, shuddering as white stripes covered their chests and Tommy’s hand. He followed three thrusts later, growling with his face buried in the crook of Evan's neck, filling his baby up.

They stayed like that for a while, chests heaving. Tommy held the back of Evan’s head with his clean hand and massaged the scalp, trading kisses throughout his head and face: starting from the sweaty curls, following to the temple, birthmark, nose, and ending on the lips.

A soft, sweet kiss that contrasted with the previous scene. 

When Tommy pulled out, making both of them wince, he took off to the bathroom, coming back with two clean hands and a wet washcloth. Evan was laying with his back on the mattress and smiled at his boyfriend, who took his time cleaning both of them up.

“Guess you can be a gentleman after all” Evan said in hoarse voice as he saw Tommy clean his ass, and giggled when the older kissed his inner thighs “C’mere” 

They ended up cuddling under the sheets, legs intertwined, sharing kisses and I love you’s until they fell asleep.

been trying to work on my nsfw writing, so comments are much appreciated!

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Another little fic idea, I hope you like it... Should I expand it?

After they get back together, Tommy really tries to be more open.

Evan had told him—and damn if neither of them had actually noticed back then—that he’d realized that he’d been so pleasantly thrown by how attentive Tommy was, how nice it felt to be doted on after always being the one who doted on others, that he had neglected to do the same in return for Tommy.

And Tommy, well... Tommy loved doting on Evan so much that it never seemed like a priority to ask for what he needed (which, to be fair, most of the time what he needed was to take care of Evan). So one of the promises he’d made to Evan during that long and hard conversation that led to them getting back together was to let Evan take care of him too, and to ask for what he needed. 

And Tommy was really trying. 

So one evening, he gets home to Evan making dinner in the kitchen, and his shift was so incredibly gruelling he feels hollow. He drops his duffel, toes off his boots by the door, and beelines to where Evan is in front of the stove to plaster himself to his boyfriends back.

“Hey, baby. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Tommy hums and just tightens his arms around Evan’s middle. Evan must sense something in Tommy because he turns off the burner and turns in Tommy’s arms and looks at him with those beautiful, earnest eyes.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

And Tommy feels the lump he’s had in his throat since getting back to Harbor from that last rescue getting bigger. 

“What do you need, Tommy?” Evan says it so sweetly, with so much love, and Tommy’s eyes fill with tears.

“Can you—Can you just hold me for a second?” 

“Of course. Come here. I’ve got you.”

They end up lying on the couch, Tommy half on top of Evan, with his head on his chest and Evans arms tight around him. And he let’s himself break apart. He’s never liked crying in front of people, but with Evan, he feels safe.

After a while, when he’s calmed down a bit, he tells Evan about the rescue that had gone wrong. About the kid that had escaped from home after yet another beating from his dad, and how he’d ended up on the side of a cliff and hadn’t made it to the hospital. 

He thanks Evan, for comforting him. 

“Thank you for asking for what you needed, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

And if Tommy sheds a few more tears after hearing his Evan say that to him, well. He’s safe to do so. 

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Little fic idea I had... Maybe if you guys like it I can expand it a bit?

After Eddie drops the bomb that he’s leaving, Buck holds it together.

Honestly, he’s kinda proud of himself for that. He does help with the video call with the realtor. Helps Eddie pick a house. They have a beer after. And he holds it together.

When he goes to leave, he gets into his Jeep and starts to feel himself losing it. But he knows he has to hold it a bit longer. He’ll let go when he gets to the loft. Only he doesn’t drive to the loft. Without realizing it, he ends up in front of Tommy’s house. And he sees Tommy’s truck in the driveway, so he knows he’s home.

He sits there for a minute, two, trying to find the strength to drive away, but his resolve is crumbling, and he needs Tommy. So he walks to the door and knocks before he can change his mind.

Tommy opens the door, and the surprise is clear on his face. And god, how Buck has missed his face. 

“Hey. What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

And that’s what does it, what breaks the dam. His eyes fill with tears, and through his blurry vision he sees Tommy’s expression morph into genuine worry.

“Eddie is leaving for Texas”, he says, voice barely above a whisper, the words only just going past the lump in his throat. Tommy’s eyebrows go up in disbelief and his eyes go all soft as he looks at Buck.

“I—Tommy.”

Next thing he knows, Tommy’s arms are around him, holding him tight as a sob finally tears from deep in his chest.

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No bc they could have had a beautiful conversation between Tommy and Maddie. Tommy thinks she’s there to lay into him and she’s not thrilled about him breaking up with Buck. but she also. gets it.

Because she’s someone who ran away, before. she knows how hard it is to trust a good thing. So she talks to him and tells him running away might protect you but you’ll never feel settled and it’s about the people you leave behind too.

She tells him she won’t tell him what to do, but the thing about running away is you can always run back.

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hello would you like to talk about our lord and saviour tommy kinard

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Parting Waves

Here is a snippet of chapter 3 which is now posted on ao3. Thank you all so much for enjoying this as much as I am enjoying writing it!

He pulled into the parking lot and noticed that Evan’s jeep was already there. As Tommy walked in, he scanned the crowded bar looking for him. His eyes eventually landed on a very tired-looking Evan saving room for everyone at a booth in the back corner. The bags under his eyes were worse than they were the last time Tommy had seen him. Evan was staring off into the distance with a haunted look on his face that Tommy had seen in more than a few soldiers during his time in the army. The second Evan saw him it was like a switch flipped and he was his usual excited self. Tommy’s heart clenched at the thought of that being a habit for Evan and made his way over to the table. 

“Hey, Tommy,” Evan smiled at him.

“Hi, Evan,” Tommy said softly as he noticed the other man gulp a little bit at the use of his name. 

“I haven’t ordered any drinks since no one was here yet but feel free to order something. The first round will be on me tonight,” the words rapidly tumbling out of Evan’s mouth.

“I think I’ll just wait for everyone else to get here.” Tommy paused, before convincing himself to continue. “How are you doing?”

“Good, my certification classes are still going really well and I finally have figured out a time to talk to Bobby alone. Athena invited me to their place for dinner tomorrow night, so hopefully I’ll get some answers soon.” Buck said. 

That wasn’t what Tommy had meant when he asked the question, but before he could pry further, Howie and Hen walked in.

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More of the tsunami fic! Probably the weakest part (in my opinion) but I believe we're coming to a close with this soon maybe one more part? 😊 again thank you to everyone whose shown this love, I appreciate it more than you can imagine 💕

Tags are under the cut but let me know if you want to be removed! (hopefully I didn't miss any of you that wanted to be added!)

part 1 • part 2

Tommy breathed heavily, cold seeping into his bones while his skin broke out in a sweat. It was an odd feeling, and one that didn't bode well for him. 

He didn't know how long passed since he lifted them onto the platform. His leg throbbed when there wasn't pain shooting up it, but he could do no more than he already had at the moment, having used his plaid button-up to stop himself from bleeding out like he was. There's no telling if it would hold, but it was something until he could get Jee to safety.

Tommy glanced down at where she was curled into his side and his heart clenched.

He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes for a brief moment. 

Please just let her be okay, please

The air was tense in the engine on the way to the pier. Worried glances were thrown his and Chimney's way but Buck avoided meeting those gazes.

They were on their way back from a quick call when it came in about the tsunami, everyone holding their breaths at the thought of another one. Buck felt their eyes on him and had grinned sadly, a weak joke about at least he wasn't there this time but not fully meaning it as another tsunami meant people hurt, lives lost. 

Until Chimney made a strangled noise from his seat. Choking out that Jee was at the pier with Tommy. That Tommy volunteered to watch her when Maddie got called in for a shift and their normal babysitter couldn't, and was planning on taking her there.

Buck's chest felt empty and constricting at the same time as Chimney spoke on the phone with Maddie for a few seconds. His worry burrowing inside, steadily growing at the sound of their voices. He didn't say a word but shared a look with Chim– yet what right did he have when this was their child? Bile rose in his throat that he pushed down, hands clenching. Jee and Tommy were god knows where and in what state, but Buck would do anything to trade places with them at this moment.

"Uncle Tommy Uncle Tommy!"

Tommy's eyes shot open, blinking rapidly at Jee's shouting and shoves. Fuck. He internally cursed at himself for not staying focused, having felt drowsy– no doubt an infection but there was no time to think more on it.

"Look!" 

He sucked in a breath. A boy of about seven or eight was coming their way yelling and crying for help, holding onto a board that was barely keeping him afloat. Tommy saw this little boy with soaked curls, wet black glasses that slid down his nose– and Tommy turned to Jee, "Stay right there Jee don't move!" He told her quickly.

Tommy jumped back into the water and grunted against the pain as he swam out enough, grabbing for the boy as soon as he was in reach. 

He didn't hesitate to cling to Tommy who held the young boy to him. "I got you buddy, I got you, hang on alright?"

Relief slammed into him so hard when they were all on the platform and Jee didn't move an inch, that Tommy let a tear escape mixing with the wetness of the water. Fear clawed its way in his chest.

"Thank you!" The boy coughed out, body giving a big shiver as his lower lip trembled.

"What's your name kid?" Tommy asked softly. "I'm Tommy and this is my best buddy Jee."

He rubbed at his nose, wiping water from his eyes. "D-Danny."

"Alright Danny, can I know who you came here with?" 

"My b-big brother, he- he got pulled away." Danny whimpered, and Tommy could have cried the way Jee scooted closer, her little hand coming to hold Danny's slightly bigger one.

Tommy wrapped two terrified children in his hold, trying to stay awake and focused on them and not the feeling of his body fighting for sleep with the piercing throbbing pain spreading through him.

Fear wasn't new to him– but this was an entirely new kind of fear he realized.

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Bucktommy WIP, T.

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Buck wants. He wants and wants and wants - so strongly that it frankly should be a little concerning, but it isn't quite. This is what he's good at, after all: Buck's always made a habit of diving head first into his next obsession, the newest spark of interest, today's set of fun facts.

But it had been a while (or maybe this was actually a first - how exciting was that?) for this to be about a person. See, Buck is aware that he hyperfixates - how could he not be? - and there is a set of worries clustering together in his head, whispering in a conspiratory way when his focus settles firmly on Tommy. Is this healthy? Should he be this obsessed with a person? Can it last? What does it mean, what does it mean, what does it mean?

None of these thoughts have much of a hold on Buck as he kisses Tommy back in delight, climbing into his lap with no second thought and revels in the fact that Tommy catches him, that his hands settle on Buck's hips with care and intent. Tommy wants him too - and Buck likes that a lot. 'Like' is not a strong enough word for how much he appreciates this hulk of a man, the strength of his thighs under him and how safe he makes Buck feel.

They kiss - and it grows heated quickly. Buck's a little mad with it, mapping out Tommy's mouth like he has something to prove. And sweet, patient Tommy lets him. At least to a point.

"Evan, " Tommy breathes. "Slow down, sweetheart. "

Buck likes being Tommy's sweetheart. He likes being 'Evan', too. There is something about this casual way of possession that is not really possessive but caring - like a place to land after a long flight, a haven to rest.

He kind of wants to burry himself in this nest, wants to burrow as close as he can to Tommy. But, Tommy makes them slow down. Somehow, that's alright, too, because it never feels like he's holding Buck back - he just makes Buck decide, really decide, that he wants something before Tommy lets him continue.

It's like Tommy is asking, 'Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?' - and Buck marvels at how he's never been at this side of this equation before, not really. The irony is not lost on him that he's never felt more sure of anything in his life.

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The fact that fanfic writers can write gripping, exciting, well-thought-out 300k+ fics where the main ship is often together for the last 2/3 of the plot but TV show writers are running out of ideas after doing cheating, love triangle, and major character death as shock value tells you everything you need to know about the state of TV these days. 

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When Buck returns home, he’s met by the most adorable sight.

There’s his Tommy, sleeping on the couch, book dangling from his hand, glasses resting crooked on his face.

He slowly approaches, grabs the book and marking Tommy’s page, then gently removes his glasses.

“Hey.” He softly whispers. “Tommy.”

“Mmh.” Tommy hums in response.

“You fell asleep in your glasses again, babe.”

“Hmm.” He hums again, eyes fluttering open.

“Do you like sleeping in your glasses? Do they help you see your dreams better?” Buck teases, leaning in to kiss Tommy’s forehead.

“I can see you just fine.” Tommy mumbles, reaching to caress Buck’s cheek.

Buck chuckles, a wide smile on his face. “A-am I your dream?”

“Mhm.” Tommy nods.

“Ready for bed? I had a long day and I’m exhausted.” He offers Tommy a hand.

“Yeah.” Tommy accepts, letting Buck lead him to the bedroom, so he can sleep in the arms of his dream come true.

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We’ve reached $4000 on our fundraiser for the California Fire Foundation 🎉🎈🎊

You guys are awesome!!! 🤩

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🏳️‍🌈🚒polyfire at pride 🔥🎊

finished prompt fill with @911actions gotcha for gaza, for Simone on twitter! thanks for donating, i had a blast with this of course 🫶

while the event is over, the need for donations doesn’t stop! so please continue to help families in need 💖🍉

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welp. more priest!tommy sketches for you all 🙂

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please god send your strongest intellectuals