#@dadvans

[sidgeno-ficrecs]

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sidgeno (2018, explicit, 7.9k)

Bears are solitary creatures.

Zhenya decides what he’s really feeling toward the end of the summer isn’t loneliness, or heartbreak, or other several other intangible feelings he’s heard in passing but never known; it’s disappointment.

It’s disappointment.

god, do i ever love shifter fics. i think i've read every single one in this pairing, and i'm still absolutely greedy for more (and yes this is a hint to all you authors out there). just like a/b/o, shifter fics give us the ability to take these two people that we know in our current world and move them into a society that's just a bit to one side, just a little different, and see how things play out with those small differences.

this fic stands alone, though, with how it deals with the changes.

a lot of times, the focus is on the physical—heat cycles and hormones, pregnancies, and the social differences that arise from anatomical ones. this fic, though, gives us a close-up look at something else: the mental differences, the way a shifter might have been raised to be more like an animal in their mindset and world view, and how that might clash with the more human world they interact with.

and the results are a lovely, aching, restless fic that ends so satisfactorily that you'll feel just as full-up as sid after his BIG cheat day in italy.

the close POV we get of zhenya's off-season is perfectly melancholy, and i got a lump in my throat reading more of his solitary summer, and how it's been fine—until something changes, something's different, and suddenly it's not. it's so clear to the reader that this isn't a new change, it's something that zhenya could have wanted sooner, but he didn't let himself until he couldn't avoid it any longer. the conflict between what a proper bear shifter would be feeling and doing vs what he wants for himself and sid is excellently portrayed.

@dadvans has a real gift for writing the physical, too. the real, gritty, sometimes gross reality of human bodies and how they intersect and interlock are in full display here, and it's amazing. the description of sid during his heat, sid's body once he and zhenya are back in pittsburgh—it all feels real in a way that can be very challenging to pull off.

and the ending? oh gosh. tender and sweet and the perfect ending for zhenya, and sid, and their family. you'll want to go back and immediately re-read this fic as soon as you're done, it's that good and that satisfying of an ending.

read it here on ao3!

and don't forget to kudos and comment!

[dadvans]

…what is the matthew sister field hockey bushes story????

from this New York Times piece on Taryn Tkachuk, which I think paints a nice picture of who the Tkachuk family is overall (super supportive of each other, close, ride-or-die):

The family wished her both a happy birthday and good luck. She got to the game an hour early and was in the middle of warmups when she saw them pull into the parking lot. The truth is, she couldn’t help but notice. “Matthew, Brady and my uncle (Kevin) were standing through the sunroof in the car screaming as they passed the field,” Taryn said. “Everyone, my whole team just looked over, and I was like, ‘Oh no!'” They were loud, but nervous. “I don’t know that it’s that much different than going to the boys’ games,” Chantal said. “I get just as nervous for her high school field hockey game as I do them playing.” “I was so nervous, I couldn’t watch with everybody,” Matthew said. “I went over and stood in these bushes with a couple of other people I didn’t know. I just couldn’t watch it.” (...) Villa Duchesne’s Suzanne Keefer moved the ball ahead, then teammate Georgia Leary made the play to Taryn, who backhanded it past the goalie for the game-winning goal. “I have no idea how it happened,” Taryn said. “It was just a blur.” (...) Matthew and Brady rushed the field. “I saw it go in and I just ran out of the trees,” Matthew said. “I saw Matthew going over the fence,” Brady said. “Matthew hopped the fence and he’s getting yelled at, then Brady hops the fence,” Taryn said. “The same ref we were giving it to all game told me to get off the field,” Matthew said. In Toronto, Thomas was watching on his phone. “I was scrolling Instagram, and either Matthew or Brady put the link to the live stream of the game on there, and I just so happened to pull it up,” he said. “It was in OT and literally within two minutes, I saw the goal, so it was pretty crazy timing. So I actually got to see the celebration of Matthew and Brady when they jumped over the fence. The camera panned right to them and they were right in the middle of the team celebration, so it was pretty funny.”

[rcmclachlan]

Heard this was the place to come if we wanted to know about pregnant Buck talking to the baby about the station tasks 🤔

@dadvans is a dirty enabler. He's also the one who came up with the idea of Buck calling the kid "probie" fyi

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When Tommy walks into the 118, it doesn't feel quite like a homecoming, but when Bobby catches sight of him and smiles as though Tommy's presence isn't just welcome, but expected, something inside him relaxes as though it were twenty years ago and he's about to walk up the stairs to sit down for another incredible family dinner. 

"You guys get called to the thing with the Aon?" Grinning, he shakes Bobby's proffered hand as a matter of course, and part of him can't help but glow under Bobby's approving gaze.

It feels a bit like he's cheating on Captain Salazar, who took Tommy under her wing the second he got to Harbor and has given him free rein to do whatever he damn well pleases when he's in the air, but she doesn't cultivate the familial aura that cleaves to Bobby like a shadow. He likes and respects the hell out of her, but he probably wouldn't steal a helicopter and fly into a hurricane for her.

Some people were meant to be parents; Bobby Nash is definitely one of them. Tommy's working on it. 

Bobby gives a sporting but ineffective swipe at the soot smeared across his forehead with his wrist. "Normally falling space junk knocking over a skyscraper would take the cake, but since twenty million bees weren't released into the city, I'm calling it a ho-hum sort of day."

There's something severely wrong with them that the third-tallest building in LA breaking in half like a Kit Kat Bar doesn't rank above bees, but Tommy had to fly through that shit storm, so he can't disagree. The next person who says 'bee-nado' is getting thrown off the Santa Monica pier.

Speaking of. Tommy throws a quick glance at the three engines parked in their usual spots in the hopes of catching a glimpse of movement, and he's either losing his touch or never had it to begin with, because he's clocked immediately.

Bobby gives him a knowing look.

Caught, Tommy chuckles. "At the risk of sounding patronizing, how much did he overdo it?"

"Buck didn't mind being on winch and hose duty," Bobby says wryly. At Tommy's dubious look, he adds, "Okay, he did try to sneak into the thick of it once or twice, but he complained only a little when I threatened to hogtie him and chuck him in the back of the ambulance."

"Only a little? That's unlike him." Tommy can perfectly picture the mulish pout on Evan's ridiculous lips because someone forbade him from running into a building that was hanging at a 240° angle. 

"Hen may have also hinted that she'd break out The Powerpoint again if he didn't stop whining," Bobby admits. The capital letters are audible.

Tommy gives a low whistle. "That was diabolical of her."

He unfortunately hadn't been there when Hen presented You're Living For Two: A Comprehensive List of Things Buck Will Avoid for the Next 8 Months or Hen Will Have Him Committed (With A Foreword Written By Maddie Han) to Evan and the rest of the 118, but Eddie had texted Tommy throughout the whole thing like he was live tweeting a football game. At slide 40, which had five charts demonstrating the rates at which acute physical stress increased the risks of miscarriage and low birth weight, Eddie sent him a picture of Evan's cowed expression. Slide 43 ("Deli Meat A No-No"), on the other hand, got him a video of Evan in a heated argument with Hen, Howie, and Bobby about the merits of that. 

It ended when Bobby shouted, "It's not just you that you're risking, Buck! Every time you deliberately put yourself into harm's way, you're also risking my grandchild!" and Evan burst into tears and sobbed, "You can't say things like that when you're taking hot dogs away from me!" 

When Evan came home that day, he announced that mentioning The PowerPoint—and anything to do with Microsoft in general—was verboten for the next thousand years. Tommy couldn't help but quip, "It looks like you're upset about your family wanting you to carry this pregnancy safely to term. Would you like help? Yes, no, or cancel?" 

He was forced to sleep on the couch for three nights. He regrets nothing.

"Where is everyone?" The station is eerily quiet for a day spent trying to get ahead of a falling building.

"Burrito run. Buck volunteered to stay behind. He still getting carsick in traffic?"

"Let's just say we've been putting the emesis bags Howie gave us to very good use. Is he busy?" Tommy lifts the bag in his hand so Bobby can see the grinning face of the Colonel himself. "I come bearing gifts."

Bobby laughs the laugh of a man who knows firsthand that Evan's insatiable cravings for KFC's mashed potatoes are the only thing keeping the lights on at the location on W Pico Boulevard. He gestures past Tommy toward the engines. "Last I saw him, he was giving a class on proper hose maintenance."

"Appreciate it, Bobby," he says and starts heading in that direction.

"Tell him he'd better not be promoting bad coupling habits." Tommy turns around, wide-eyed, but Bobby's already got a hand up to forestall the laughter he must know is inevitable. Bobby's grimacing so hard it looks like he might severe his carotid. "I regretted it the second I said it. Do me a favor and phrase it a little better?"

"I make no promises." Snickering, Tommy turns back to the engines and swings the KFC bag cheerfully as he goes, making a mental note to mention this in the OG 118 group chat. That ought to give Howie enough ammo to last through Christmas. 

As he rounds Engine 3, he hears the susurrus of voices, which he expected, but as he gets closer he realizes it's just one voice, which he didn't. He comes to a stop right where the engine's rear strip on the storage compartment ends and ducks behind it a little to try and figure out exactly what he's looking at.

Bobby had said Evan was teaching and Tommy figured that meant he was holding court with the station's two newest recruits, but he's kneeling on the floor and carefully re-rolling a hose while he talks to an audience of precisely zero.

"Now this is called a straight roll," Evan says, voice modulated to be slow and easily understood. It's textbook perfect pacing. Tommy has no clue who it's for. Maybe he's filming a video? "I'm folding the male coupling over and then rolling it to the female coupling, which are unnecessarily gendered terms, but I wasn't in the room when they came up with the names, so."

Tommy's so distracted by how the muscles in Evan's arms strain against the sleeves of his uniform as he methodically rolls the hose that he almost misses what Evan says next.

"Now Daddy wants to do a Dutch roll, because it takes about five seconds and it's hilarious, but Grandpa Bobby would slaughter Daddy if he ever found out. Apparently letting the couplings drag on the ground is the eighth deadly sin." Evan rests back on his shins and pants a little, then pats the planetary curve of his belly with a grin. "Hope you're taking notes, probie. There will be a test."

There are two things in Tommy's life that he will never be able to forget, even if he had a full-frontal lobotomy; even if he wanted to:

The first is the way Evan's shoulders curled inwards as if bracing for a blow while he haltingly apologized about goading Tommy into fucking him after the condom ripped, about how Tommy didn't have to worry because Evan was relieving him of all responsibility, and that he didn't have any expectations because Tommy never asked for this and he hoped someday Tommy would forgive him for keeping what they'd accidentally created together. 

Tommy isn't a violent man, but sometimes he fantasizes about going back through Evan's life and beating the shit out of everyone who ever made him feel unwanted, or treated him like a consolation prize. Even in the early days of their relationship, when Tommy's respect for certain boundaries or simple acts of kindness would make Evan visibly recalibrate, Tommy had to stop himself from demanding a list of names. He has one now, and part of him would like nothing more than to start with Evan's parents and work his way down.

The second is the teary, disbelieving grin that broke across Evan's face like a sunrise when the sonographer pressed the ultrasound wand to his belly and the room filled with the jackrabbiting whup-whup-whup sound of their kid's heartbeat. Evan had looked over at him, laughed wetly at the struck-dumb expression Tommy knew he was sporting, and said, "Sounds like the Bell 206." 

When he reached out for Tommy, the fluorescent lights had glinted off the engagement band Tommy'd bought like a complete lunatic four months after Evan kissed him in the lobby of First Presbyterian. He'd kept it hidden in his toolbox until three months later, when Evan put on a brave face and tried to let him off the hook. 

But he didn't have far to go, because Tommy was already reaching back for him. The metal of the ring was warm where it pressed against his fingers. And if his heart was so full of love and wonder that he cried a little, no one commented on it. Well, Evan did when they got in Tommy's truck after their appointment and then went straight to KFC, but that was to be expected. He'd taken the ribbing like a champ. 

Watching Evan—now in the second week of his third trimester, the hem of his shirt fighting for its life where it stretches around his belly—earnestly teaching the kid still cooking inside him about proper hose care, Tommy knows he'll never forget this one either. He's pretty sure his life is going to be one unforgettable moment after another from here on out.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he walks out from behind the engine and gets a hand under Evan's elbow to help him get to his feet. It takes every ounce of his willpower to stand back and let Evan carry the hose over to its compartment and attach it to the main connection site himself. He's learned to grit his teeth and give help only when it's asked for. He has no desire to start up that argument again.

"So?" Tommy happily takes Evan into his arms while Evan happily takes the KFC bag out of his hand. "Is our kid going to graduate from the Academy or wash out completely?"

Evan grins at him. Tommy knows at least 45% of the love in his eyes is reserved for the mashed potatoes. "I'm calling it now: they're gonna be fire chief by the time they're twenty. Youngest in the entire country. What do you think, probie? You up for the challenge?"

Tommy places a hand gently on Evan's belly and immediately feels movement against his palm. Their kid hasn't given Evan a moment's peace since week 15; at any given moment, they're flipping around in there like they're doing zero-gravity training for a space mission. The familiar fluttering feeling makes his heart cramp. 

That's their kid in there. They made that.

"I think that's a yes," Tommy murmurs, pressing a kiss to Evan's temple, then hanging there for a moment, breathing him in. Breathing them in. "Love you."

"God, I love you so much, you don't even know," Evan says, cracking open a container with a pleased hum.

Tommy smiles dopily, then reality trickles in. "You're talking to the potatoes, aren't you?"

"Of course not," Evan lies through a mouthful of KFC's finest spuds.

[foodnetwork-fandom]

tumblr user foodnetwork-fandom my beloved it is so good to see you posting again, what are your thoughts and feelings on tournament of champions

tumblr user dadvans MY beloved, thank you for this question. I admit I haven’t watched TOC in some time but I did love it and think it’s a really cool and satisfying format. love the blind judging. guy needs to chill with the nicknames but he never will and I still love him so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[garmanarnarr]

I wanted to drop in and let you know I've been reading your fics and love what I've read so far. I've never reached out to another blog before, I felt like I could here.

I'm not sure where else to ask this but I'm looking for a specific fic that I've read before and can't seem to find. The brain rot demands it 😅. If you'd be interested in helping I'd be very grateful.

Morty has graduated high school, now in college, and has had his growth spurt, now looking pretty attractive. He brings home hookups to try and get Rick's attention. One of the hookups is a guy with a similar name to Rick's. As morty is showing this guy the business he makes eye contact with rick but doesn't look away. He has this whole cocky attitude about it. I remember it being a little humorous.

Thank you!!

Firstly, that makes me so happy anon! I appreciate you reading my stuff AND love the idea that people feel comfortable sending asks :D in case it wasn't clear, i am all ears for rickorty/rick and morty ideas/prompts/whatever and enjoy folks popping into my inbox!!

Secondly, I don't think I know this specific fic, sorry anon :( The closest one I can think of is the VERY talented @dadvans brilliant college morty AU, though I'd definitely say,,, those stories aren't humorous in tone, at least to me haha.

Has anyone read a fic like this to help anon find it?? Thanks!

[samgirard]

Tumblr user samgirard we may be suffering right now as a community but at least we have you. Always lovely to see you back here in the tumblr trenches. I think my immediate reaction to the loss last night was “well at least we have tumblr user samgirard.” May I cry on your shoulder and may you cry on mine.

thank you so much my friend i try to do my part even though the avs insist on hurting me like this we get through it together may our boys be hot through this summer and always

[drunktuesdays]

"#me about s2 of good omens" biggest it's like we're sharing the same heart moment of my life bc i wouldn't say i necessarily ENJOYED it but i sure did consume it! anyway between dustin and jim, who is the angel in love with the demon and who is the demon in love with the angel

i watched all of good omens in a fugue state yesterday, just one after another until i surfaced, blinking, horny and confused. hand to god i could not have explained the plot of this season if you paid me but yes i was incredibly aroused by the ending and will be visiting good omens dot ao3 dot org slash sort by bookmarks slash published summer 2023.

i feel like this season was one of those things where when you're writing a fic and you know you have a KILLER will-they-or-won't-they plot but you try to give your characters something to do in between thinking about kissing but you really don't care THAT much about what they're doing. so instead you invent a jon hamm to hang the whole plot on. no regrets, no notes. i really did not follow a lot of it but i'm RAGINGLY horny about the end, and who needs anything else?

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

HUH???? what. WHAT. screams clutches chest falls over

[grumpywaterfalls]

five theories about victor "my husband" nikiforov (+ one fact)

five theories about victor "my husband" nikiforov (+ one fact) by dadvans

Yuri!!! on Ice

Length: 2,130 (complete)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Victor/Yuuri

Author Summary:

No one knows the truth about the strange, well-paying man who comes into the bar three times a week and only talks about his husband. But everyone has their theories.

[newdayslinguine]

I am so glad to see that the mens hockey rpf side of ao3 and tumblr has joined in

[ily-tothecore]

bucktommy fic recs - all completed (part two)

teach me how to dance with you by goodboybuck (prettyboybuckley) - 'buck explores the wonders of gay sex (slowly, with a really patient, sweet Tommy guiding the way and while having a lot of fun)'.

an outlier that should not be counted by dadvans - 'buck knows a lot of random trivia. tommy falls in love with him one fact at a time'.

prescribed burn by wakeupnew - 'tommy's busy fighting a wildfire at the edge of the angeles national forest, but every time he checks his phone, he has an increasingly unbelievable series of text messages'.

a night in september by brewrosemilk - buck tells tommy he's gonna marry him one day.

everything you say is a sweet revelation by sisypheandreamer - 'buck really likes tommy and has sex with him about it'.

in your eyes by lunardeath - buck finds out how old tommy actually is and gets kind of slutty about it. it's also really sweet.

i could be the one (or your new addiction) by milominderbinder - 'five times buck had to put a dollar in the mentioning tommy jar, and one time nobody was around to catch him'.

if you go down to hammond you'll never come back by trysetmeonfire - eddie and tommy talk about buck at the wedding.

some more bucktommy fics! sorry they're all quite short, i'm waiting on a whole bunch of longer ones to be completed before i read and recommend them :/

anyway, enjoy!!!

more bucktommy recs: part one, part three, part four

[crosbyism]

i made this joke to @dadvans and he said he wanted to see that powerpoint so i present to you: KyloMcRen.pptx

[dadvans]

omg i don’t know if you do prompts, but i would literally cry so happy if you wrote a little scene of Buck feeling kicks when the tones go off!!

A call comes in mid-afternoon, and it's like the tones set off something inside Buck. It's like gas, bubbles, low in his gut. In the engine he leans forward to eye the others, see if he's the only one feeling some weird sort of churn. "Hey, is lunch not settling right for anyone else? I was just hit with the weirdest wave of gas."

"Buck," Hen says warningly.

"No, not like"--he starts, stops. "Cap, what did you put in that casserole today? Or maybe I pulled something, I dunno. It felt like bubbles popping in my stomach just now."

"Should we be rolling down the windows?" Eddie asks.

"Nothing unusual in the chicken casserole you've had a hundred times, Buck." Bobby looks back at all of them over his shoulder a little unimpressed from the front of the cab, but when his eyes land on Buck, he tilts his head, considering. "How far along did you say you were?"

Buck's only just told everyone, and it's still strange to talk about it out loud without feeling like he's jinxing something. "Uh, seventeen weeks? You think it's a pregnancy thing?"

"Sounds like it could be kicks. Marcy didn't feel Robbie until twenty weeks along, but he was always the shy one. Brooke, on the other hand, Marcy felt her for the first time much earlier. We always used to say she was going to grow up to be a dancer." His smile goes slight, eyes distant for a brief second. "I think you might have a wannabe firefighter riding along."

"Kicks, huh," Buck repeats, feeling a little dumb with the realization. It makes sense. He's maybe been a little obsessive about tracking every change and milestone--Tommy has all but banned direct mention of TheBump at home--he's been expecting it, but even after the tests and the ultrasounds and the morning sickness, something about it hasn't felt really real in the way that this does. He puts a hand on his stomach, looks down at where a life is growing inside him. And kicking, apparently. "That so, little Probie? You heard the alarms go off and you wanted to get out there, just like your dads."

So faint, like the baby is listening, Buck feels a twinge in response.

[rcmclachlan]

Chimney's "inside man" must be an absolute maniac. Who gets a phone call out of the blue, is asked to commandeer a LAFD helicopter and fly it into a Cat-5 hurricane, and says, yeah, sure?

Or, Buck meets their rescue mission's would-be pilot and is extremely normal about it.

Buck looks down and—they're still shaking hands. Jesus fucking Christ. If he thought he had the time, he'd crawl into the 480-gallon tank on the airbus and drown himself, but instead he wheezes out a laugh and lets go. "You know, I was reading up about rotorcraft flight mechanics on the way here, and throttling is… important. Throttling maintains engine power to keep the rotor speed within limits. Throttling is good." "Throttling is what I'm gonna do to you if you don't shut up and let the nice man steal a helicopter for us," Chim adds.

[epiphainie]

i really enjoy your writing and i was curious about what your favourite bucktommy fics are 👀👀

(only if you feel like answering!)

thank you! i feel like i keep reccing the same fics but i adore them a lot sooo... i'll try to mention more this time:

(edit: putting it under read more bc it got really long)

one way trip to the sun by @newtkelly i've read this twice, i adore the writing, the film homages, the nonlinear format. it's made for me

what the agony had been for by @alchemistc honestly, anything by catie but this is one of my fav tommy focused fics and it being by buck's pov is a feature

a promise of forever by @firehose118 i love the flavor of domesticity bucktommy have in this one, it's so comforting

identify me by @kinaaaard i dont know how to explain it but this fic ruined me for some reason

histocompatibility by @rcmclachlan loved it on tumblr, loved it on ao3 again

five ways to fall in love with the man in the mirror by @userautumn i've just read this this morning and it managed to make me cry with its less than 2k words, it's gorgeous

baby, if you think you're able (you need to take this rough medicine) by @dadbodbuck best smut muah

rule four (you were only waiting for this moment to arise) by daisyblaine (idk if they're here) anything with these vibes is made for me honestly, just this liminal piece of character study

an outlier that should not be counted by @dadvans this is a classic to me

old dog new tricks by @watchyourbuck this one makes my brain go brrrrrr age gap smut you will always be famous

mr july by @lazybakerart this is how i aspire to write in buck's pov honestly, his voice is so good here, so buck

jealousy doesn't always come with green eyes by elizabethgee my fav jealousy fic

Versatile by cjr2 (please tag the writers if you know theyre here) i remember this making me laugh out loud

like sun on my skin (so this is love, i know it is) by @buckera im a slut for these types of flash moments on a theme fics and this is so sweet

Awful quiet here since love fell asleep by @cecilyv @liminalmemories21 one thing about me: the first thing i read when i get into a ship is the breakup fics and this is so beautiful my absolute fav

display me by WallabyWhump i think about this all the time, fav smut oneshots top contender

get undressed, leave a mess (worry 'bout it after) by @prettyboybuckley i read this before i watched the show and it changed my brain chemistry, it's so filthy (positive)

[cecilyv]

Y’all. Y’all. Look at this!

Look at it! Wortwood, @dadvans wife, drew a thing for the library au/Stuffie day fic and @liminalmemories21 and I are just, 😍🥰😍🥹🥹🥹.

Look at those stuffies! This is adorable and sweet, and the internet really is an amazing place sometimes, you know? The kindness and talent of strangers is just…