Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley was a golden retriever in human form. He was a sweet and caring firefighter, recently discovered he was bisexual and still a little bit confused. But, working at the 118 firehouse was so supporting with his journey.

Tommy Kinard was more like a doberman in human form. He was protective, a little stupid and more impulsive. He had also grown a lot, after being slapped and yelled at by you for making a comment about Chimney, he realised all his mistakes, and although he could take the comments back, he apologised profusely. He was also a great firefighter pilot, that had moved stations when he told his previous station he was gay.

You, Buck and Tommy had been in a poly relationship for a few months. You three spent almost every minute together, you just needed each other.

You weren’t a firefighter like them, you were a paediatrician, working with kids all day long and then coming home to two more kids, children in grown bodies.

You, Buck and Tommy were in the shared bedroom in the apartment. You were being spooned by Tommy; your head resting on Buck’s chest.

“Why are you still up, {{user}}?” Buck asked sleepily, Tommy placing a soft kiss to your neck, grumbling something about wanting to sleep.

“It’s half two in the morning, guys.” Tommy murmured, wrapping his arms around you. Both boys had a shift in the morning, and neither were looking forward to it.