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You don’t need to be thriving, making strides and noticeable progress to deserve credit. While those things are wonderful and deserving of credit, you deserve credit now too.
To absolutely no ones surprise, I am sending Doctor AU emojis ⚕️⚕️⚕️⚕️⚕️⚕️
18 doctory sentences! And my apologies in advance 😬
“I’ve called blood bank and initiated the massive hemorrhage protocol, but they had a problem cross matching her blood so there’s going to be a delay. I don’t think –”
“I know, Bobby,” Eddie snaps.
The tension in the room is thick enough to bite, and Eddie knows they’re all in crisis mode. The insistent plink plink plink of blood falling to the floor sets Eddie’s teeth on edge as he rushes to push the retractor towards Jessica’s bladder, holding it out of the way so he can properly get to the uterus.
“Hold that,” he instructs, pushing the retractor towards the junior doctor on the other side of the table. “Keep it taut, I don’t want to risk giving her a bladder injury on top of everything else.”
Although, internally, Eddie knows a bladder injury will be the least of her worries, if she makes it out of the OR.
He works methodically, clamping blood vessels and isolating ligaments and nerve bundles. The junior doctor holds each retractor as instructed, but Eddie can see the way her hands shake, the metal instruments clinking together as she stands as still as she can. The room is silent, save for the sound of the ventilator and the dripping. It’s slowed down since Eddie managed to clamp the bisected artery, but he knows there’s still little to no hope from here. Without fresh blood to replace what she’s lost, Jessica’s heart won’t be able to pump effectively, and eventually it’ll give up entirely.
But he can’t stop. He won’t stop, not until…
“Eddie.”
He begins the first cut, eyes focused solely on the operating field, filled with less blood now but still complete carnage.
“Eddie,” Bobby’s voice, insistent and strained, jolts him. “She’s gone into asystole. Commencing resuscitation.”
Using this as my Fuck It Friday. Back on my Doctor AU bullshit! Yes I did have to google how to perform an emergency hysterectomy to write this - thankfully I've never seen one happen before.
“Look, you have been here for over a year now. For someone who is just ‘passing through’ you seem…very permanent. And don’t get me wrong, as an owner, I love having you here. Everyone loves having you here. But as a friend, isn’t there something else you want to be doing with your life?” Evan falls quiet for a moment, he drops the knife onto the cutting board as he thinks. Thinks back to the night with Tommy, of how he admitted to feeling like he was on a hamster wheel. How he wanted to find somewhere to belong.
And maybe he still was there, on that hamster wheel, because three years after that night, he was still a bartender, just in a different country.
“You are young, you have your whole life in front of you. I don’t want to see you waste it. Just think about it, okay kid? You will always have a place here no matter what you decide,” Rafael patted Evan on the back from walking away, leaving the young boy there alone with his thoughts.
He doesn’t know how long he drives, but he knows he wants to return the second he leaves. He doesn’t though and that feels like one more nail in the coffin.
The sky gets progressively darker, the streets familiar from childhood and before he knows it, he’s parked in front of his grandmother’s massive house.
He takes a deep breath, rests his head on the steering wheel for a moment before getting out of his truck, making his way to the door and ringing the doorbell.
Mary answers it with a smile. “Tommy! Hello, darling! What a lovely-” Then she must see how he looks because her face falls.
“Are you okay?”
“Not really,” Tommy admits. “Is she up to seeing me?”
“Of course, of course,” she says immediately, standing aside so he can slide past her. “Come, she’s in the den with Lester.”
Hii Sei! Here are ten sentences of tsunami fic for you, and we're reaally getting into it now hehe:
Buck is exhausted.
His leg hurts, his mouth tastes like sea water, he has no idea if what’s running down his face is water, sweat or blood, and he needs to sleep. Good God, he needs to sleep.
But he can’t. He has to find Chris. He’s his responsibility, and he has to find him. He has no idea how long he’s been looking, but he won’t stop for anything until he finds him, not unless he’s dead.
“Help! Help!” Buck hears a small voice that makes him stop in his tracks. It sounds like a child; a young child at that, definitely younger than Chris, probably a girl.
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(and if anyone else wants to make me write, just send me an emoji!)
Hello, dearest and Thank you for the ask! Some sentences for you 🫶🧜♂️
“Up!” Sophia demands, throwing the covers off.
“Hey!” Bleary eyed and still half asleep, he tries to snatch them back, but she holds them out of reach.
“Mom’s making breakfast. You know the drill, vacation is family time.”
“Nooo.”
“Whatever, I’d rather be back in bed, too. Now get up before I drag you down the steps.”
He throws his pillow at her, narrowly missing as she darts out of the room. Why are older sisters so annoying? Begrudgingly, he wanders downstairs where the kitchen is in full Helena Diaz mode.
Bacon sizzles in one pan while eggs cook in another. Cheery latin music fills the room from a small cabinet mounted radio. His dad reads a newspaper he must have gone out early for, while Adri grabs at a fistful of mashed banana on her highchair tray. Whether they started that way or she helped the process is anybody’s guess.
“Good morning, princess.” He blows a raspberry on her cheek, making her squeal and giggle.
“Well, look who finally decided to join us,” his mom sing songs. “Take a seat and make sure your sister doesn’t get too messy.”
“Seems fine to me,” he answers brightly as Soph comes through the entryway, earning him a scowl and her sticking her tongue out.
The eggs, bacon and toast are devoured in a clatter of silverware, and washed down with coffee or juice.
“Alright!” His dad chimes in. “Sophia, you’re on breakfast cleanup. Eddie, on Adriana cleanup. Then everyone meet down here in an hour so we can finally go to the beach together. As a family. Got it?”
“Got it,” Eddie and Soph respond in unison.
“Okay, little lady. Looks like you’re with me.” He scoops Adri from her highchair.
“‘Ddie!” She exclaims, gurgling and planting her sticky palms on his cheeks.
He winces at the scrambled egg and fruit facial she’s given him, and sighs. “Oh, lucky me.”
I went to the mall with a friend today which was really nice! It helped distract me from the fact that school starts again tomorrow (which I am completely dreading 😂)
Hii Ellie! ofc my love, thank you for the ask!! I had a great time writing this little Bathena piece for you, and I hope you like it! I dipped my toes into some h/c territory and I hope it's good💖💖💖💖
Athena sees Bobby in the living room when she wakes up, and she knows. This is one of those days where he's not entirely her Bobby.
She supposes it's very common for people who marry later in life. They have pasts, and some days, those pasts are louder than their present. Lord knows, some days she feels more Emmett's than Bobby's.
And some days, Bobby is more Marcy's than hers. Athena can see it in his eyes; there's a dull ache behind them, an ache that she knows all too well, an ache that brings screams from a winter night in Minnesota so many years ago.
"Morning, baby", she says softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing gently. "Everything okay?"
Bobby looks up at her, his eyes bright and slightly red-rimmed. He tries to smile at Athena, but it's subdued and small. He takes her hand in his, giving it a gentle kiss.
"Hi, love" He says, and his voice is hoarse. "I'm fine. It's just..."
"Your ghosts?" Athena asks gently, sitting by his side on the couch. Bobby looks down at their joined hands, a broken sigh escaping his lips.
"It'd be Bobby Junior's birthday today. He'd be 20. A man", he says, sounding between proud and mournful, and Athena's heart squeezes in her chest. She can't imagine what that must feel like, not seeing a child grow up. She doesn't even want to. "I... I just keep thinking what he'd be like, you know? What profession he'd have chosen. If we'd get along. Things... Things I'll never know"
"I am so sorry, Bobby" Athena tells him earnestly, because there's nothing else she can say. There's no platitude that will help. She can only be there. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
She's asked this question many times over the years, and it always fills her with dread, because there's always a chance of Bobby shutting down and asking to be alone, which means Athena won't be able to help at all. But the way he's looking at her, expectant and fragile, tells her this is not one of those occasions.
"Just... stay with me? I... I need to remember the good I have now, 'Thena, or I'll suffocate in the bad that was" He confesses, and Athena doesn't need to hear it twice.
As gentle as possible, she places a hand on his cheek and kisses him, tenderly and slow. Bobby kisses her back, urgently and desperately, and she can taste a few tears. Once they grow apart, she presses a kiss to his forehead, and he sighs brokenly, resting his head against her shoulder. Athena gently caresses the hairs at the back of his neck.
"I'm here. I'll always be here, baby"
That's all she can promise; she can't take his pain away, can't kiss it better like she did with her kids' bruises and scrapes. But the smile Bobby gives her, though still sad, makes it feel like enough.
Like they are enough for each other.
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Send me a ship and a number and I'll write you a kiss scene!
Tagged by @bidisasterevankinard & @perfectlysunny02 🫶🏻 I don’t think I’ll be able to keep on top of writing everyday, but I’m certainly aiming to write more than I did last year! So you can have a bit of the first scene I wrote this year 😘
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“I can’t-” he stops, face twisting down in a frown. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you. A-and I’m sorry if I’ve been making it harder by not talking to you about it. I’ve just, just been trying to get it straight in my head but I don’t know-” he glances down at the picture frame again.
“I don’t know what’s real, like I can see that that is me but it doesn’t feel like it’s me.” Buck starts to pull his arm away, he can see where this is going. It doesn’t feel like me, you don’t feel like me. Why would I stay with someone I can’t remember? I think it’s best for us to go our separate ways. Buck braces himself.
Hi my loves! Ch. 4 of LB is up before 2024 is over for me, woo-hoo! (and for those of you who are already in 2025, here's the first update of the year hehe)
This is a very Tommy-centric chapter, and I hope you enjoy it! On the positive side: Nonna Rosa is here! On the down side: so is Tommy's dad. You're in for a (angsty) treat!
I wanna add a special shout-out to @peppermintquartz and @bidisasterevankinard who helped on the writing process and made the chapter (and the next one) a lot better bc of it! Thank you, my loves ♥♥
Ever since Tommy and Evan got back together, they’ve visited Tommy’s grandmother in his home town in Indiana about six times: for Christmas in 2024, when Buck met Nonna for the first time; a few random visits whenever Tommy could find the time, just because, well, Nonna isn’t getting any younger, he wants to check in on her as much as he can. And, of course, to deliver their wedding invitation, which Nonna promptly framed and added to her mantelpiece. In none of these visits, Tommy had been as excited to see her grandmother as he is now.
Tommy never thought he’d get to tell Nonna she’d be a great-grandmother, at least not from his part (his three cousins, as good Italian-blooded people, have about four kids each). He’s giddy with excitement, and the best part is that Evan’s as excited as him; his husband loves his Nonna and adopted her as his own grandmother from the moment they met.
The cutest part, though, is how Evan has repeatedly been manifesting his excitement; he’s been hit with what Maddie has cheerfully informed them is called ‘pregnancy brain’, which means he’s prone to forgetting things and getting distracted (even more than usual). At the airport, Tommy had to keep a hold of his boarding pass, or else he’d have lost it, and he still asked Tommy where it was about four different times. When they landed in Indiana, he had to gently remind his husband that no, they couldn’t go straight to Nonna’s house, they had to get their luggage first (and then he had to remind Evan that his bag was, in fact, the green one that had passed by him four times already). And now, in the car, he’s asked Tommy three times if…
“Tommy! Did we bring the yarn and the box? It’s gonna ruin the whole thing we’ve planned for Nonna if we didn’t!” He says, and Tommy has to hold back his laughter, just nodding patiently.
“Yes, sweetheart, it’s in your handbag. Two rolls of yarn inside the box, yellow and green because we don’t know the gender of the babies yet and we don’t want to impose gender stereotypes anyway” Tommy recites dutifully, and Evan nods in relief.
“I mean, gender stereotypes are so stupid anyway” Evan says, and lights up as he always does when he has a fun fact to share. “In fact, did you know that in the beginning of the 20th century, the colors were inverted? Blue was considered a soft color, for girls, and pink, which was considered stronger, was for boys. It was actually Sears who inverted it, and then all of the other stores just followed their lead”
“Really? I didn’t know that” Tommy says, even though Evan told him this exact same fact yesterday when they had this exact same discussion, but if he doesn’t remember, Tommy won’t be that guy. He knows how much Evan enjoys sharing the information he researches. “So no pink and blue yarn, it’s a deal. Are you ready, my love?” Tommy asks, placing a hand on Evan’s small bump.
He’s thirteen weeks along, and the only reason it’s not showing too much right now is because he’s wearing a navy hoodie (Tommy’s, by the way, because ‘it just fits better and smells like you’) to protect himself from the cold November weather in Indiana. But he’s already put an order for new uniforms, and when he’s wearing T-shirts, their blobs are already showing. Tommy is ridiculously happy any time he sees it.
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@likeapaperplane wanted to share a "Bucktommy 2k25" Combo with you and let you know they want to make new memories with you in the new year. Enjoy!
Happy New Year to everyone from the Kinkley server! I'm very lucky to have found this lovely place with you all 🥂 and to a new year full of bucktommy
Here we have 2 Vanilla and chocolate cupcakes with edible cones on top. In the keepsake golden cup is Confetti Coffee with whipped cream and edible confetti.
Happy New Year! I hope your 2025 is filled with love, laughter and wonderful memories!
Buck showing up at Tommy's doorstep at 11.57pm on December 31, 2024 bc there's no one else he'd rather kiss at midnight and no one else he'd rather start the next year and every year to come with and can Tommy please just stop being a coward and kiss him already
To all my lovely friends and followers who will be drinking to celebrate the new year, I wish you a very easy hangover.
On a more serious note, thank you all for spreading joy this past year. I was nervous when I first joined tumblr and posted my first fic, but I was met with such positivity and felt so welcome. From there, I made many many incredible friends and created a small little corner of tumblr to call my own.
2024 was a rough year for me, as I'm sure it was for a lot of people. I hope that 2025 brings us all joy, happiness, peace, and love. May it be everything we want and need.
To my beloved mutuals, thank you for the encouragement and support you've shown me. It truly means the world.
@diazsdimples and @hippolotamus for creating such great friendships out of an... interesting situation (if I had to go through that with anyone, I'm glad it was the two of you).
@theotherbuckley who brought me in on her incredible fic idea (that we never wrote but really should) and ended up being a friend
@desert--moonchild who is always there to listen to me ramble about anything (especially gucks) and support me
@classicblackcat @between-two-fandoms @iloveeverythingwaytoomuch @miriellesandthegiantpeach @jacki-daytona @vexedbeverage and all the other lovely folks on our discord server for being such great company (please go drink water all of you)
@whatisreggieshortfor who is always around for me
@livelaughlou who's a new friend, but has already offered me so much encouragement
and some of my other mutuals who I don't often interact with, but hope to more in the coming year:
