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Nurse-Buckley

@nurse-buckley / nurse-buckley.tumblr.com

Beth. She/Her. 18+ ONLY. Requests: OPEN - See pinned post for details. Nurse_Buckley on AO3. Icon by 911icons
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Requests OPEN (kind of)

Full Masterlist can be found here (x)

Please read the following before sending in a request.

If you have anything you want to see written send me a prompt and little description of what you’d want to see. If it sparks I’ll try my best to fill it.

Requests that are too vague or don’t give me enough to work with (e.g. buck x injured reader) won’t be written.

I am not accepting anon requests but if you wish to remain anonymous you can message me.

Prompts can be found under the tags #writing prompts or you can send your own.

Characters I write for: Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley, Bobby Nash, Maddie Buckley, General fire!fam relationships

Prompts I won’t take requests for: Major Character Death, Pregnancy, miscarriage, Infertility, Eating Disorders, Marriage, Rape, Non-Con

Current bingo cards - buddie bingo, 911 bingo and bad things happen bingo

#writing#911#9-1-1#911 fanfic#9-1-1 fanfic#911 x reader#9-1-1 x reader#buddie#buddie x reader#eddie diaz#evan buckley
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mlmanakin

it’s been said before and it will be said again but i’m begging you all nicely to restrain yourselves from being so casually aggressive and rude and obnoxious in the tags & reblogs of a complete stranger’s posts. no one wants to know that you hate [tv show that op giffed]. no one wants to know that you hate [character that op drew]. no one wants to hear you being ugly and negative for no reason. say what you want to say in your own post. don’t hit the reblog button. blacklist relevant tags. unfollow or block relevant accounts. log out. shut down. get help.

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missmoodybear
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lettersonlosingdad

What I write when a friend loses a parent

First off, you never need to respond to this. Second, life is unfair and this sucks and is awful and I am so so sorry you are going through it.

I won’t tell you it gets easier to live without them, but I promise it does get easier to remember the good times, to hear their favorite song on the radio and not change it, to order their favorite drink on their birthday at a bar and not have to wipe away more than just a tear or two while you smile. There is another side to this pain and grief where it lives with you instead of against you, when it settles in your heart instead of squeezing it tight.

Don’t be afraid to say their name and mention them in stories to anyone. The first time someone you don’t know well asks about them and you have to say that they’re gone, your heart will race. The “oh I’m so sorry” and pity on their faces is something you somehow get used to. “Oh they passed away” will roll off your tounge one day and yet you’ll still pick up the phone to call them sometimes when sitting in traffic. There’s a strange thing that will happen to time- it divides into before they left and after and yet sometimes that line gets blurry. I always reach for my phone to call dad when I’m putting gas in my car. I say hi to him in my head now. It helps a little.

Lastly, if you’re feeling numb right now, that is fine. If you can’t stop crying, that is fine. If you want to go back to work and life and just ignore this terrible unfair cruel thing that has happened; that is fine. There is no right way to deal with this. And if you want someone to talk to, or someone to watch old movies with and not talk at all, I am here.

#i wish someone sent this to me when my dad died#honestly one person helped me through it all#and stuck by me the whole time through the highs and lows and continues to#and they know who they are#and i will never be able to thank them enough
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tlirsgender

Sometimes a creative outlet is a fun little hobby and sometimes it's a lifelong affliction. Like I crochet because making little woven animals sparks joy and I'm a writer whether I like it or not because I'm tormented by visions

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firemedicdiaz
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deancaskiss

to all the fic writers out there- whether you get 5 notes or 500 notes, 1 kudo or 1k kudos, no comments or 20 comments- please know how appreciated and amazing you are! fandoms are forever grateful for the continued stories and adventures, and none of that would be possible without you. thank you fic writers, we love you!

#part of the reason i lost my love of writing#seeing my friends get hundreds of requests and asks and notes#and me getting little or nothing
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rosetterer

Just imagining Tommy making the decision to go to Buck's place in the first place. Like... he's just like: the pretty boy is obviously upset, i'm gonna go check up on him. Maybe even make him feel better.

and then as he's leaving Buck's place after the kiss, he's just like: well, mission accomplished, i guess

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bigfootsmom

tease/tidbit tuesday

I was tagged by the lovely and wonderful @devirnis, @smallandalmosthonest, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @tizniz <3 <3 <3

Here’s a little bit more from the helicopter crash fic (i promise they’re both gonna live…they just get a little tenderized first)

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.

Tags <3

#fic rec#hyped for this
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penandpage

“men aren’t pretty” wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong bad incorrect stop talking

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