#(<- eventually)

Been working on this in chunks since February

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I have spoken on length about this au in the past so if you want more in depth commentary on it check out the #md_nesting_doll_au or #nesting_doll_au tags on my blog! Basically, this au is a partial swap where j and doll swap with n and uzi becoming the main duo (this is obviously to facilitate joll) and everyone else gets moved around them.

I have so many ideas for this, and I just hope I can eventually get them all down on paper at some point, if not in comic form, maybe in fanfic form idrk.

JUNKYARD AU PART 1: NEW HOME

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I wanted to upload this part all together for organization sake!

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Buck looked at him from the kitchen table. “You and Eddie were talking while I was playing Mario Kart with Chris. What were you talking about?”

“Just, uh, how you guys keep getting into trouble,” Tommy said.

Buck rolled his eyes. “I told you and Athena it's not on purpose.”

“No, but I think you're going to make me grey before my time,” Tommy muttered. He plated the steaks, turning off the stovetop and bringing dinner over to the table.

“I hear grey hair is in,” Buck teased. “Ever heard the phrase silver fox? You're welcome.”

Tommy sat down, shaking his head. “Yeah, and the matching cardiac events will get me all the guys.”

“Could meet a cute doctor,” Buck offered. “Michael did.”

“The only job with a crazier schedule than ours,” Tommy said dryly. “Eat your steak and stop worrying about my love life.”

“One of us should,” Buck cut into the steak. “When's the last time you went on a date, huh?”

“I'm doing fine,” Tommy said, ignoring that his last date has been the one Evan interrupted. He’d had a couple hookups since then, always at their places, but nothing beyond that.

“Uh huh, sure. You and Eddie should start a club, dudes without dates.”

Tagged by @harmonic-intervention 💕💕 (last week but shhhh)

Okay so this is from the same fic as the 'last sentence tag' I posted. I have a bunch of feelings about how the firefam continues to treat Buck and want to make them pay hold them accountable 😇 I had a bunch of little isolated scenes written for other fics, so I decided to mesh them all together into one. This is from the latest scene I wrote this morning 🙂‍↕️ Enjoy <3

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“It seemed like you needed it.”

“Thank you, Ravi. I-I know everyone thinks I’m an idiot. You didn’t need to stay, but I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, I did.” Confusion colors the hint of sadness that was in Ravi’s big, expressive eyes. “Look, did I believe that Bobby was haunting your house? No. But you did. And you’ve been having a hard time lately. You needed this, so I’m here.”

taking advantage of additional tags on this from @gayjaytodd, @o0anapher0o, @curlyboys and @sugarpenchant to share some more from love in stereo because i feel human enough to write for the first time in three days and because i think this is cute.

Tommy grabs his lunch from the fridge and stakes a claim to one of the stools around the high table opposite Okoro, who's the ground crew lieutenant. She looks up from her bowl of cereal and gives him a nod.

"Hey, new boy. Mom pack your lunch?"

"Boyfriend," Tommy says, opening the bag, hoping it sounded as casual as he was aiming for.

"Cute," she says.

"He certainly thinks so," Tommy says, and bites back a laugh when he sees Sal has included a note: have a good first day sweetie, I'm so proud, don't let the bigger boys steal your cookies!!

He places the note down where she can get a look at it if she's so inclined and sure enough, he's only one bite into his pastrami salad sandwich when she cackles.

"Okay, I love him already. He on the job?"

"Yeah, at my old house," Tommy says.

Her eyebrows go up. "Must've been tough."

Tommy shrugs. "Not really."

Barton barrels into the kitchen then, and he seems fine, but there's a certain old-school gruffness about him that makes Tommy want to cover up the note. He doesn't let himself, though.

"Hey, Bart," Okoro says. "Kinard's got himself a little househusband who makes his lunches."

Tommy chokes back a laugh at the idea of Sal being a househusband and not losing his entire damn mind in the space of three days maximum.

"Yeah?" Barton asks. "That's cute. My daughter and her wife, neither of them can cook for shit."

It's such a transparent I'm a safe person gesture, and it both reminds Tommy viscerally of Bobby and makes him want to die of gratitude.

"He's Italian," he says instead.

"Yeah? Well, hell, anytime he wants to come in and cook for the crew…" Barton says.

"Okoro's chatting shit, he's a firefighter," Tommy says. "Besides," he says, nudging the brown bag, "This is his idea of a joke."

"Shame. Okoro, that probie of yours is - "

"Again? God fucking damn it." She picks up her bowl, slurps the last of the cereal directly from it with an impressively disgusting noise and dumps it into the sink before stalking out of the kitchen.

"Nice flying earlier, Kinard," Barton says and Tommy grins, finishes off the last of his sandwich. "You got anything good in there?"

"Split a cookie?" Tommy offers.

"What the hell," Barton says. "Why not."

Tommy digs past a pack of chips, an apple, some string cheese (fucking Sal, he thinks affectionately) to find one of those micro-sleeves with two cookies inside that his mom sometimes used to slip into his school lunches if she'd been able to afford them that week. Tommy does not want to think about how much Sal spent on kids' food for the sake of this little gag. He guesses he should be grateful he got pastrami and not a good old fashioned PB&J.