#tw: emergency

[sortofanobsession]

In the face of repeated turmoil (911 fic Companion Piece to In a Flash or Two)

911 Masterlist, Ao3

Part 2 of sorts. Bobby's POV as requested on Ao3

Part 1: In a Flash or Two (9-1-1 Pre-6b Speculative Fic- Eddie's POV)

Part 3: Starting to think that Truck hates me (Buck's POV)

A/N: I didn't get to give this a final read through because of a migraine but I wanted to get it out as soon as I could. So it may get edited after posting. Please excuse any typos. I don't have a beta reader and my brain is just not having it today. Part 3 will be Buck's Pov and will be posted soon, hopefully in a few minutes.

Bobby watches in horror as lightning not only hits the ladder truck but Buck as well. He prays to God that it wasn't a direct hit. He knows the odds. The bolt takes out the firefighter manning the controls too, and Bobby cares about both of them. He knows they need help, but he can already see the medics are on the way to the man on the ground. He isn’t the one still in peril. So his focus is back on Buck. Of course, it had to be Evan Buckley. Bobby is figuring out how best to coordinate his team when he sees Eddie clamor up to the base of the ladder, and before Bobby can even fully react, lightning flashes again. And Bobby knows that things just got drastically worse.

Bobby has to prioritize. He puts out a call for backup and requests another aerial truck now. He is only a tiny bit relieved when a platform is sent their way. That means they’ll be able to get Buck down soon. But first, he needs to get Eddie out of there safely. So he gives orders. He has a team, including Hen, go to Eddie and get him off the truck. Then the medics can work. Chimney follows that team-up and confirms the controls are shot. Two simultaneous strikes to the truck those controls are done for. All the electronics on the truck probably are. That is going to be a pretty penny. But that isn’t the priority. As Hen's team moves Eddie, Bobby and a secondary team prepare for immediate medical assistance below Buck. As much as Bobby himself wants to go up that ladder right now and find a way to secure Buck himself, he knows that is too risky for both of them. No one is going up that ladder. As soon as Eddie is out of the way, Chimney and Hen focus on him. Hen goes with the other team of medics with Eddie to the hospital. Bobby is giving orders as soon as the platform truck gets there. They don’t waste any time. Bobby wants nothing more than to harness up and retrieve Buck himself. But again, he has to delegate. He’s the captain on site. He has to coordinate. That is his job. So he watches as the new team gear up and, with practiced ease, gets the platform in place. Bobby can’t help but hold his breath as they reach Buck. He forces himself to take a breath as they take Buck’s weight and release the safety line. The shouting and how quickly the men work on getting Buck to the ground do little to reassure him. The fact the medics start CPR as soon as he is secured didn’t make him feel any better.

They hurry to get Buck free from the safety gear and secure him to the stretcher. Bobby has to consciously remind himself to let the paramedics do their job. As much as Bobby wants to check Buck's vitals, he can't get in their way. He is still the captain on-site, and he is still in command.

So he does his job but is quick to hand off command as soon as possible. His ladder truck is useless. There wasn’t much they could do but try and get it out of the way. And that was not something he needed to actually be there for. He made sure they had everything they might need out of the truck and left what the others might need. With a quick call, he made his way to the hospital to meet up with his medics and check on Buck and Eddie.

His team is down by two, down a truck, and that makes them pretty much on ambulance duty now, apart from the team that was currently working the engine. He kept close tabs on them as he did what needed to be done. He has them reroute most calls to the nearest house. The engine and ambulance would be available for support, but the team was spread pretty thin, and he needed to check in with the hospital. He was going to need time to sort out the crew.

Once Bobby is at the hospital he is busy giving every detail and signing every form he needs to. Chimney had already called Maddie by the time Bobby got there. And is told the hospital already contacted Eddie's family. But Bobby still checks in with Carla himself. Then he calls Athena. She cares about Bobby's foolish and often reckless team, especially Buck. She worries about them almost as much as she does about May and Harry. He does too. They stay until Maddie and Eddie's aunt arrive. He hates leaving, but the storm hasn't stopped. He still has the engine crew out working, and the ambulance is still on call. The storm doesn’t care what their team has suffered. They need to finish the shift. They were obligated to keep going. So when the call comes in that medics were needed, and they were the nearest unoccupied unit, they had to accept. It was their job. Bobby went with them.

When their shift was over they came back to wait with the others. All they could do now was wait. Hen went to sit with Eddie's aunt. Chim opted to go home to his daughter so Maddie could stay with her brother and not worry about Jee-Yun. Bobby tries not to think too hard about how familiar it feels to walk into a hospital room to see Evan Buckley unconscious in the bed. It hurts him. It's like a piece of him breaks every time, but he also knows he wouldn't want to be anywhere else while his team is hospitalized. He isn't on the clock. Then he'll be right there with them until they are released, or he is dragged away by his wife or kids. They are the only thing more important than his team. And he knows his wife and kids are just as worried as he is.

He and Maddie are there when Buck starts to come around. Maddie coaxes her brother awake with practiced ease. They are quick to calm Buck when he realizes where he is. Neither are surprised when Buck looks around and looks confused. They know what he is going to say next. "Wait, where's Eddie? Did he go home?" “Let me start by saying that Eddie’s stable. He was struck too,” Bobby starts. “He looked like more of a contact strike. You, on the other hand. Your turnout gear might have helped you a bit, but you have one hell of a burn.” “Can I see him? I wanna see him,” Buck says. "Eddie is okay," Bobby repeats. "Not going anywhere yet. You or him. But he's stable." "You need to get yourself better before you can do anything for Eddie," Maddie points out. "His aunt and Hen are with him." "What about Christopher?" "He is at Isabel's, and Carla said she'd help if needed." "He's okay, just worried about you and Eddie," Maddie adds.

Bobby works on paperwork as Buck sleeps. He checks in with Hen every now and again but mostly stays with Buck and keeps everyone not there in the loop. It is mostly quiet until Hen comes to tell him Eddie is awake. In the hall, she tells him how Eddie reacted when he woke up. She didn't want Buck to worry. But that ship has sailed. She stays to chat with Maddie as Bobby goes to Eddie's room. Pepa excuses herself to update Isabel and Eddie's parents.

Bobby is not surprised when Eddie's first question is about Buck. It brings back that familiar feeling of exasperation and fondness he has with the most ridiculous, foolhardy, and oblivious pair on the team. They are two idiots completely gone on each other, but neither of them are willing to admit it. He cares for them both like they are his own family. But at times like these, he has to remind himself that he isn't their family. He is their boss. He cannot play matchmaker. He cannot smack them both in the head and tell them to just go for it. He can be supportive. He can be protective. He can be downright parental, but he can't cross that line. He has pushed that boundary before, and it was risky. He didn't want to risk the safety and sanity of his team if he nudged them into something and it blows up in their faces. They have been through a time when Buck and Eddie were not in a good place. They fought, and it had been a bad time for the team. He had a feeling that wouldn't be an issue. They are practically a family unit already. They already co-parent Christopher. They are attached at the hip on and off the clock. And Eddie has been the most jealous and petty guy when Buck was with anyone else. Even when Eddie had his own girlfriend. Buck was like a kicked puppy when Eddie was with Ana unless he thought Eddie was looking. Buck played the role of a supportive, but protective best friend better than Eddie. Of course, Eddie was protective of Buck. He just was never one to hide his dislike of Taylor. Not a fan of Lucy either when he found out. Bobby and the rest of the team had endured Eddie's petty remarks. They tried to get him to admit he was jealous. But he mainly framed it as Christopher missing his Buck. It would be funny if it wasn't so frustrating to watch his friends be stupid. Idiots in love. That's what the pair were. Buck and Eddie were idiots in love. They just are too scared to admit it.

So Bobby just shook his head and tried not to smile at one of his most stubborn teammates.

Eddie asks, "How's Buck?" Bobby sighs and shakes his head, but the corners of his lips notch up into an exasperated but fond grin. "I knew that'd be the first thing out of your mouth," Bobby admits. "Bobby, pl-" Eddie starts, but Bobby holds a hand up and stops him. "He is resting," Bobby answers. "Buck's got a lot of the same injuries you do, but he has some extra bruises and such from the safety harness. But the gear did its job. The medics did their job." "But he's been awake?" Eddie has to know. "In and out because of the pain meds, but he'll be on the mend in no time." "But he's not on the mend yet? Meaning-" "With Buck's history, they are being extra cautious. The history of clots, complications, and everything has the doctors keeping a close eye on him. They hope he is out of the woods-" "But Buck has to be dramatic about everything," Eddie grumbles. "He isn't the only one," Bobby says, leveling Eddie with his usual 'Unamused Captain' look. "You both are lucky. This could have been so much worse. I know you were acting more on instinct than anything, but-" "I know, I should have waited for orders. I know I just slowed down anyone getting to Buck. I know-" Bobby chuckled. "You should have, but we all know that we'd all have done the same thing. This is Buck, after all."

"But he'll be okay," Bobby assures him. "And you will too if you both let yourselves heal and don't try to rush things." Eddie lets out an indignant snort. "Buck will never-" "Oh, he has already caved, Carla and Maddie threatened to get Christopher to convince him, and we all know he can't say no to that kid of yours. So it's now on you."

Bobby feels bad using Christopher as leverage. Not a day went by Bobby didn't miss his kids. He knows how hard it is to be a dad that worries. Eddie reminds him so often of himself sometimes. Too stubborn to admit he had a problem until something went wrong. But still willing to get better, to be better, to learn. And that made Bobby proud to have Eddie on his team and to consider him a friend. And Bobby wanted the best for Eddie. He wanted the best for all of them. So he made a suggestion that he had been considering for some time. "You need to make sure you take care of yourself. You've been through a lot recently. You are handling it all well, and I'm proud of you for that, but just be careful on how much pressure you put on yourself. And send Frank a message when you can." "Is that a suggestion from my captain or…" "That is a suggestion from your friend that knows you have had a rough year dealing with your past. PTSD isn't something that just goes away and this," Bobby says, gesturing to the room, to the world outside, and towards Buck's room. "Is a lot. Both you and Buck being in here is tough on everyone, but what we feel is nothing compared to the two of you. You both were hit by lightning. You both lost consciousness. You both nearly died. And that is just the physical toll. Mentally this might be difficult." "I'll be fine-" "I didn't mean for just you. You, Buck, Even Christopher." "Christopher has a support net," Eddie answers swiftly. "Okay, do you?" "Of course, you know that," Eddie is confused about what Bobby is actually getting at. "Did they ever suggest a service dog?" "For Christopher? Yeah, they-" "I meant for you," Bobby states. "What?" "Has Frank ever told you there are programs that train service dogs for PTSD? Trained to deal with nightmares, panic attacks, and more. Or yeah, maybe one for Christopher as he gets older to help him feel more independent. Or even just a companion or visits from a therapy dog could-" "Maybe…maybe I'll look into it," Eddie says, quick to add, "For Christopher."

They both smile when Tia Pepa returns and hands the phone to Eddie to talk to his mother. Eddie clearly bites back a sigh as he takes the phone.

"How's Isabel?" Bobby asks Pepa. "She is well, just worried for her boys," Pepa grins. "How are your wife and family?" "They're great," Bobby smiles. "Athena plans on coming by before her shift tomorrow. May is off at school now.” “You must be very proud,” she says. “I am,” Bobby admits. “They stress us out less than these boys do.” “I do not doubt it. Keeps life interesting,” she adds. “If only they realize it is too interesting.”

Pepa takes the phone back after Eddie hangs up. "You guys can go home. No need to hang around here for me. I'm not going anywhere til morning," Eddie complains. "And leave not one but two of my guys? Not happening," Bobby tells him. "Maybe in a little bit," Pepa concedes.

They all chat for a bit before Pepa says goodbye and that she'll bring Abuela and Christopher in the morning, and hopefully, they can all go home then. A nurse comes to take his vitals not long after. "You can go back to Buck if you want," Eddie tells Bobby once it is just them. "He's fine. Maddie's with him," Bobby reminds him. "So you're stuck babysitting me," Eddie laments. "Not how I would phrase it, but yeah, you're stuck with me for now." Bobby grins. "And it's not a chore, Eddie." The doctor came to check in before the end of his shift, and after a back and forth that was Eddie half begging, half threatening, the doctor agreed that he could leave the room. He could leave the room on one condition, he did so in a wheelchair, and he stays in the chair. Bobby was amused when Eddie agrees faster than he expected. He really expected more from the usually stubborn firefighter. He isn't surprised that Eddie complains when Bobby has to push the chair. And Bobby let him complain all the way to Buck's room. Bobby is amused again when the complaints stop as they near the open door. "You good?" Bobby asks. "Yeah," Eddie nods, "Just can't shake that image of him just hanging there, too still." "I know, but he doing better than most of us expected," Bobby assures him. Eddie nods again and they close the distance. Just outside the room, they manage to catch what Buck and Maddie are saying. What Eddie hears has him sitting up straight and his shoulders tight.

"You really do think acts of nature are your fault," they hear Maddie say. "No, but you gotta admit I'm not much help to either of them now." That's Buck, and he sounds sad. "I am sure, Eddie disagrees." Eddie agrees with Maddie if this is what he thinks it is. Eddie takes over, moving the chair and is moving into the room as Buck answers. "He shouldn't, I mean, look at what happened. Look where we are. Look at what might-" Eddie can't let him finish. "If you are worrying about what I think you are, knock it off." Bobby just stands behind Eddie and wonders how awkward this is all about to get. The unasked question was clear on Buck's face. What are they doing here? "Tia Pepa went home," Eddie tells them. "Abuela will be here in the morning." "He wore the staff down until they let him come visit," Bobby tells them as he moves to sit in one of the chairs. "Now, what were you talking about?" Eddie asks. Buck doesn't answer. It is just as awkward as Bobby expected. "Buck, if this is about Christopher-" "Maddie, when was the last time you ate?" Bobby asks, standing up again. "I could go for a snack or something. Need to stretch your legs?" "Good idea," Maddie agrees, and they both make a hasty exit. "How is he?" Bobby asks as they reach the vending machines. He isn't really that hungry, but he gets something for himself and Maddie for sake of their alibi. "Thanks," Maddie says, accepting the snack. "He is doing alright. The meds have him sleeping most of the time. But when he's awake he is still processing what they told him." "And he thinks Eddie's going to change his mind about him being Christopher's guardian." "Which is stupid because we all know Eddie wouldn't do that. He's too scared to admit he'd rather raise him with Buck than anyone else." "And Buck will always agree in a heartbeat," Bobby finishes for her. "Exactly," Maddie nods. "I wish they'd just admit they love each other and quit drawing it out. They are stupid in love." "They are, but I can't say anything, and Buck probably doesn't believe you." "Spot on again, Captain." Maddie grins. "They'll just have to figure it out," Bobby sighs. "Hopefully sooner rather than later," Maddie states. "For all of our sanity." They both take the opportunity to check in at home. "Huh, guess sooner it is," Bobby whispers, a grin on his face. Maddie looks into the room to see both Buck and Eddie fast asleep in Buck's bed. "About time," Maddie chuckles. "Go home, Bobby." She tells him. "I don't think they're going anywhere anytime soon." She snaps a picture of the two cuddled firefighters to send to her husband. "Athena has tomorrow off, so she'll be here bright and early." "I'll stay a bit longer, but I have a feeling they'll be okay for a bit," Maddie says. "Call me if you need to," he tells her. "Or if anything happens." "Will do," Maddie agrees. "Night, Bobby."

His phone chimes as he reaches the parking lot. It's a picture from inside the room of the sleeping pair of firefighters. Maddie: they didn't even wake up when I went in or sat down Bobby: they must really be out of it Maddie: no doubt about it

Bobby forwards the picture to Athena and lets her know he is on his way home. He'd check in with them tomorrow, but for now, he'd let the injured pair sleep. Bobby can finally let himself relax as he let himself in his front door. The house is dark for the most part. He lets himself really take it in. Let himself just breathe in the quiet house. Everyone was okay. Buck and Eddie were on the mend, and the team would be short-handed for a bit, but he doubted it would be for very long. Eddie will be back to himself in a few days. Buck might take more time, but he was alive, and that was all Bobby cared about. Everyone was going to be okay. He smiles to himself and heads toward his bedroom. He could sleep for days, it feels like. Or at least mid-morning.

[itsdabatt]

Tim Drake: The Opportunist

[canichangemyblogname]

Women in the “Global South” are at the forefront of experiencing the worst of climate change and they are facing the gravest of consequences due to global inaction on this catastrophe.

[destielmemenews]

"Its dangerous eye and eyewall could come ashore anywhere from Cedar Key at the north to Naples at the south – including possibly in the Tampa or Ft. Myers areas.

It’s only been 10 days since Helene scoured Florida’s Gulf Coast with storm surge and slammed into the Big Bend as a Category 4. Now, officials are asking residents – still in recovery mode – to evacuate or prepare for another life-threatening storm."

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[craykaycee]

GOAL IS MET!!!

Thank you all for the support <33 the rest of the original post is under the cut

Greetings, friends. This isn't for me, it's for my friend @tyladoesthings who I met at my local tech school in-person. We both really wish this wasn't necessary, but things have gotten- difficult.

In short, she has been saving and raising money to move out of her family's house, getting to a safe space in a different state after she had a near un-closeting scare back in April. Yesterday, however, she got into a car accident. She's okay physically, but all of those savings are going towards repairs. Her original plan was to get out of there in about 2 weeks, but now that plan is in jeopardy.

Here is a doc of a letter going into more detail about her situation [embedded link, not updated w/ recent info] and you can help support her [in any small way, anything is super helpful] down here:

It also gives more recent info on the state of things. If you can't help out, we'd be super grateful if this was spread around by reblogging. I'm worried for the safety of my friend, especially with her asking me to make this post here because it feels safer for her than on her own blog. She's too kind of a soul to have all of this thrown at her... Please help bring my friend to safety.

In addition, I am doing doodle requests for any contributions over $10

just send a screenshot of the proof to my inbox and I'll cross-check that w/ my friend Tyla [please keep requests SFW]

[deadbaguette]

To be reborn of blood

[kitconnor]

@lgbtqcreators event 23: anti-heroes & antagonists + creator bingo: colour + layout

BLUE, by billie eilish.

[boar-cry]

after death ; life again.

what a lovely bouquet! what's the occasion?

[selineram3421]

Hiiii you're the first blog I check every morning and I absolutely LOVE everything you write!!

How about Alastor/Angel Dust/Husker finding the reader after attempting suicide? (If you don't want to thats fine, it can be super triggering, I just want comforttt)

I went aw and then went oh..

Lol but yes, I can do this.

Attempts

Warning! ⚠

⚠ mentions of attempted suicide-drowning/overdose/cutting, descriptive injuries, blood, mental illness mentioned ⚠

Human AU for this one:

Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk

Alastor🎙

He had noticed you becoming distant.

For what reason?

That's just the thing. He didn't know.

It did concern him though and he would check up on you from time to time.

But you would just smile and say you were fine. That you just had a hard time falling asleep last night.

There was something that still had him on edge. Something was wrong but you didn't tell him.

He was your friend, your best friend in fact! You could tell him anything...

Right?

Alastor had come to visit, bringing along some of his cooking to help cheer you up.

Time's were getting rough with the economy crashing. And you, his dear friend, lived alone with no immediate family around. It was just you and that cat that would occasionally come by for food.

He stood at the door of your apartment and knocked, waiting for you to open it and greet him.

As he waited, he noticed the claw marks at the bottom of your door, wondering if the stray cat had done it.

How odd.. He thought. They would have opened the door before the little creature could dare scratch up their door.

He knocked again.

But the longer he waited was making him slightly nervous. Tapping his foot until he could no longer stand still, he got the spare key you gave him and opened the door.

Calling out your name, he walked into your apartment and placed the place of food down on the kitchen counter. After closing the door behind him, he walked into the living room.

"Are you home?", he asked, looking around the room, spotting your coat and shoes still out.

They haven't left. Maybe they are asleep?

Something had formed at the pit of his stomach, the feeling of fear and worry cloaking his thoughts. He walked into their room after feeling it grow stronger.

Looking around, he saw that your bed was made and that everything was neat and tidy.

Then he noticed the paper on your dresser.

Walking over, he picked it up and started to read. It was odd, as it addressed whoever happened to pick it up, but then he noticed what it meant.

No no no no no-!

His hands shook and he flinched when hearing a loud splash of water.

Dropping the paper, Alastor ran to the bathroom, barging in. There he saw you in the filled bath tub, soaking wet with clothes and shoes on, gasping for air.

He said your name and rushed over, pulling you out of the tub.

"Darling, talk to me!", he said, grabbing a towel to wrap around your shaking form. "What-"

"I couldn't- I couldn't do it! I couldn't..", they sobbed, turning their head away from him as they sunk down onto the tiled floor. "Why can't I just do it!?"

Not knowing what else to do, he sat down on the floor and hugged them.

"Shh sh, its alright.", he whispered, rocking them back and forth.

They clung onto the back of his shirt, still shaking from their cries.

"Its going to be alright."

Angel Dust🕸

You were his buddy, his pal.

Someone he could tell everything to without having to worry about you running to the cops.

You were the friend that was always by his side, no matter how many times he fucked up.

You would encourage him, praise him, and just be like sunshine. It reminded him of his sister Molly.

He didn't notice when your smiles started to become a mask.

He didn't notice when you started taking drugs from his stash.

Angel had left to pick up some drinks for the both of you. The day was alright and you had asked to hang out for a while.

It was a little weird when you had started to point out every detail, but he had just brushed it off as you being observant.

Maybe it was one of those days when you would just stare at the sky.

When he got back, he couldn't find you in the room.

Weird. He thought and shrugged before sitting down on the couch to wait for you.

Opening up his drink, he went to take a sip before something caught his eye.

It was the vent that hid his secret stash.

Why is that open? No one could have known it was there but you-

His eyes widened and he shot up from the couch and ran around the place yelling out your name.

"Com' on! This isn't funny!", he yelled, opening every door that he came across. "You've nevah had drugs! You don't know how much you can handle!"

He found you on the floor, packs ripped open around you.

"No..", Angel said quietly before repeating it as he rushed over to your side. "Snap out of it!", he yelled out in a panic and shook you by the shoulders.

You were blinking really slow, pupils dilated and shaking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!", he said, picking you up and placing you on a nearby couch. "Stay awake! I'm gonna call a hospital, ok!?"

"Sorry Angel.", you mumbled and lifted your hand to hold his. "I just wanted the pain to go away. I just wanted to sleep."

"Stay awake. I'll come back in a bit ok? Or let me find a phone with a long enough cord.", he said before running out of the room.

He held back from crying when speaking to the nurse on the phone. Doing his best to explain what was going on.

After the call, he went back to hold your hand until the ambulance came to pick you up.

He had gotten an earful for being late for a job but he didn't care about that. All he could think of was you, hoping you were alright as he worked on autopilot to get the job done.

Damn it. He thought as he paced back and forth. I should have paid more attention to them.

Angel immediately went to visit you after finishing up, rushing down the hallways to get to your hospital room with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

He slammed the door open and found you awake, looking him up and down.

"What the fuck were ya thinking!?", he said as he made his way over to your side. "Best friends don't try to kill themselves before the other one! Best friends die tagethah!"

"I-"

"These are for you.", he said and placed the flowers on the nightstand nearby before sighing. "Why didn't you talk to me?"

Pulling up a chair next to your bed, he sat on it. Taking off his hat to brush his hair back to try and calm himself down.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?", he said looking at you. "I'm here for you, like you are for me. So talk to me."

Husk🃏

Honestly, he didn't know what to think of you at first.

You were just another person on the other side of the bar. Ordering a drink and sitting there for hours.

He knew a sad face, as it was quite common, but yours seemed permanent.

After a while, you became friends.

You weren't annoying and he appreciated your company. Sometimes when it was a slow night, he would show you card tricks.

He didn't know how depressed you actually were.

It had been a long night.

Husk had to serve some annoying assholes but other than that group it was tolerable.

What was odd was that you didn't show up.

They probably have an actual life to get back to. He thought as he cleaned up the bar.

After he locked up, he went out through the alleyway in the back. But as soon as he walked out he saw you leaning against the brick wall covered in blood.

"Oh shit!", he yelled out in shock before rushing to check you over.

He found your wrists slit, still gushing out some blood. Quickly, he ripped the bottom part of his undershirt and tied them around your wrists to try and slow the blood.

"Fucking hell!", he hissed and ran over to the pay phone across the street.

After putting in the coins, he called the nearest hospital and rushed out what was going on.

"I found them a few minutes ago! They are unconscious, but their wrists are still bleeding! I don't fucking know! Just send someone over!"

He got fed up with the person on the phone and slammed the pay phone back to its place. The change clunk down into the machine and he ran out of the booth to take you to the hospital himself.

"Don't you fucking die on me!"

After you were taken by the doctors, Husk sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room, bouncing his leg.

He hasn't beem that worried about someone since-

It's just been a long time.

It wasn't until a few hours later that you woke up. The doctors let him know that he could see you now, and he made his way over to your room.

As soon as he entered, he pointed at you with the grumpiest frown you've ever seen.

"Don't you ever do that shit again."

All you did was smile.

"Thanks Husk."

Then he did something that surprised you.

He hugged you and cried.

"You fucking dumbass.", he grumbled. "Do you know how shitty my night was? Then I find you passed out, covered in blood in the fucking dark."

"I'm sorry Husk.", you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I had a shitty night too. I wasn't thinking right."

Both of you stayed like that for a while.

Something that both of you never talked about was your home life. After this stunt, Husk would make sure to check in on you more.

"You owe me booze."

You laughed and agreed.

This was hard. Sorry for it being so late, but I hope you are doing better now.

~Seline, the person.

ML's for Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk

[ovenbakedoven]

🫶 Part 1 - Here

Quite the eggnant wizard we have here! Thank you all so much for the support so far! I cannot thank you enough!

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(‼️🚨 This is an emergency preg drive, as I need help with medical & dental funds that sprung up suddenly. I will not have enough even with insurance. This is on top of rent.)

[sortofanobsession]

In a Flash or Two (9-1-1 Pre-6b Speculative Fic)

911 Masterlist, Ao3

Part 2, Part 3

Summary:

Eddie's POV of the Lightning Strike and aftermath.

Author’s Note: At least 13 of you wanted this, so here it is. We've all seen the promos. This is all speculation and a hint of something else I've been thinking about at the end. Canon compliant, so not exactly Buddie, but hints at it as always.

Tag list:  chitownwolf, @comablog2

Let me know if you want to be added or removed to tags, I’m trying my best guys.

Word Count: 1K+

Content warnings: lightning, emergency, cardiac arrest, pain, lightning strike, electrocution, contact injury, side flash, blast injury, heights, hospitals, passing out, loss of consciousness, panic attacks, anxiety, description of anxiety and panic, manipulation, threats of using a child to gain compliance but not in a violent or hostile way (just them using Christopher to get Buck and Eddie to not be dumb but still deserves a warning because that is kind of a sketchy manipulation tactic).

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Eddie Diaz is 90% sure his heart stopped when the lightning hit and Buck falls. Then it was beating faster than it has in years when he saw his best friend just dangling there. The safety line is the only thing keeping him from hitting the ground. That's a relief, but unfortunately, it means Buck is clearly unconscious and dangerously hanging from the ladder. The uneasy stillness of Buck's form has an ice-cold grip forming around Eddie's heart and climbing into his throat as he shouts for Buck. He has to do something. Buck needs help. He needs him to do something now.

Eddie is barely thinking about it when he goes to the ladder to help Buck. He can't just do nothing. Why do they let Buck on the ladder truck anymore? How many times has he nearly died because of it? What if he's too late? Buck is too still. Has it been too long? Is that Buck's PASS alarm, or are Eddie's ears just ringing?

Then there is a bright light and pain. Pain that makes the muscles around his old injuries pull tight, and everything hurts like hell. It makes his teeth clench violently, and joints stiffen.

Eddie is 100% sure his heart stopped when he wakes up in a hospital bed. 

He is 100% sure he failed to help Buck. Eddie had pretty much climbed onto a lightning rod shaped like a ladder truck and gotten himself struck by lightning.

He is 100% sure he just made things worse and delayed help for Buck by needing it himself.

He is 100% sure he needs to know if his best friend is alive. 

The heart monitor beside him starts to climb and sets off alarms as he feels panic creep up his spine and his chest tighten painfully. There is pressure behind his eyes, buzzing in his ears, and his pulse in his temples. 

People hurry to his bedside, and voices speak, but he can't process any of it. 

Nothing makes sense until he hears.

"He's okay, Eddie!" Eddie hears the voice to his left say. He can barely hear it above the buzzing in his ears. "Buck is alive." He quits fighting. Quits trying to get up. The panic is still there. The vice grip on his heart is still there. He still hurts everywhere, but something eases just a little bit in his chest. "He'll be okay, Eddie. But he'll be pissed if you don't calm down because your heart can't take it right now. Not this soon after what happened." It takes him a minute to realize it is Hen. Hen is telling him Buck is alive. Buck didn't die because Eddie got in the way. 

He hears Hen sigh as the room quiets and everything settles. 

"Okay, here is what is going to happen," Hen starts. "You are going to take a minute to breathe. Then I'm going to get the doctor. You are going to listen. And then I'm going to get Bobby. Then you're going to stay put. I'm not above getting Christopher in here to-"

Eddie nods, probably too quickly and violently, but he does. His voice is caught in his throat, and he groans but keeps nodding. The faster he gets through with the doctor, the faster Bobby will tell him what he wants to know. How is Buck?

The doctor tells him he has to take it easy. That he has been through a lot and that his heart and body needs time to heal. And Eddie agrees. He can feel how sore and tired his body is. His nerve endings feel fried and old injuries are sore. He feels like he could sleep for days, but the anxiety humming just under his skin is almost as electric as lightning. 

He looks up as Bobby walks in. Without thinking, Eddie asks, "How's Buck?" 

Bobby sighs and shakes his head, but the corners of his lips notch up into an exasperated but fond grin. "I knew that'd be the first thing out of your mouth," Bobby admits. 

"Bobby, pl-" Eddie starts, but Bobby holds a hand up and stops him.

"He is resting," Bobby answers. "Buck's got a lot of the same injuries you do, but he has some extra bruises and such from the safety harness. But the gear did its job. The medics did their job."

"But he's been awake?" Eddie has to know.

"In and out because of the pain meds, but he'll be on the mend in no time."

"But he's not on the mend yet? Meaning-"

"With Buck's history, they are being extra cautious. The history of clots, complications, and everything has the doctors keeping a close eye on him. They hope he is out of the woods-"

"But Buck has to be dramatic about everything," Eddie grumbles.

"He isn't the only one," Bobby says, leveling Eddie with his usual 'Unamused Captain' look. "You both are lucky. This could have been so much worse. I know you were acting more on instinct than anything, but-"

"I know, I should have waited for orders. I know I just slowed down anyone getting to Buck. I know-"

Bobby chuckled. "You should have, but we all know that we'd all have done the same thing. This is Buck, after all." 

Eddie can read between the lines. If Eddie hadn't been their first, Bobby would have been. Bobby would have been in his spot. The one in the hospital bed. That does seem like something Bobby Nash would do. Especially for Buck. Bobby loves Buck like a son. And love makes people do stupid things…like climb on a metal truck to grab the elevated metal ladder while active lightning strikes around them. 

"But he'll be okay," Bobby assures him. "And you will too, if you both let yourselves heal and don't try to rush things."

Eddie lets out an indignant snort. "Buck will never-"

"Oh, he has already caved, Carla and Maddie threatened to get Christopher to convince him, and we all know he can't say no to that kid of yours. So it's now on you." 

Eddie can't help but grin at that. Buck was shockingly, he laughed again at his choice of mental words, easy to manipulate sometimes because of how much he adores Christopher. Eddie should feel guilty about that, but he can't find it in himself at the moment. Probably because they are doing the same thing to him. He knows he'll cave too. Eddie just can't live with the idea of disappointing not only Christopher but also Bobby and Carla, and most likely Buck. Hell, the whole team, Athena, and well, his family, and everyone he knows will lean on him if he doesn't cave. So he nods. He agrees to take it easy. Especially when Bobby points out his history of PTSD and panic attacks. 

"Did they ever suggest a service dog?"

"For Christopher? Yeah, they-"

"I meant for you," Bobby states.

"What?"

"Has Frank ever told you there are programs that train service dogs for PTSD? Trained to deal with nightmares, panic attacks, and more. Or yeah, maybe one for Christopher as he gets older to help him feel more independent. Or even just a companion or visits from a therapy dog could-"

"Maybe…maybe I'll look into it," Eddie says, quick to add, "For Christopher."

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Like, reply, ask for a potential Buck or Bobby POV.

I looked up what lightning does to a body and yikes.

I read about it here and here.

[weirdplutoprince]

DISASTER IN BRAZIL

Hey, I'm not from there, but Rio Grande do Sul is currently undergoing a lot of rain and flooding in Brazil.

There are many donation links lying around, including this organization that's been rescuing animals that are stranded due to the heavy flooding. They have a paypal so I'm sharing it here.

LINK

[pastafossa]

Took the dogs outside, one thing led to another, and now there is a potentially rabid bat sitting in my best cupcake tupperware in the garage waiting for my county health department to pick it up first thing tomorrow, anyway how's your night going?

[nullyisgoinginsane]

"We're special, Case"

[small-sinclair]

Emergency Glass

Whumptober 7: Only for Emergencies, Prompt Idea

Lester Sinclair x Vampire!reader

Tw: starved reader, blood mention, hints that the reader was tortured

Prompt Idea: In need of Blood

When he found you, you were barely hanging on to life. Your eyes were glazed and lost in the murky waters, and your hair was tangled like broken vines from a willow. Your shirt was torn and shred from some animal he didn’t know; he’s never seen claws that big before. Whatever took you out and left you for dead wasn’t in a hurry; it took its time with you as if you were a plaything to its own muse.

Lester was gentle as he scooped your body in his arms and cradled you like a child. You were too light in his hold, and he could see the outline of your bones and veins under your skin and how they connected like a spider’s web. Your cold form shivered as his warmth kept you awake and relaxed. Your eyes fluttered then rolled as he removed you from the hellish waters and twisted tree limbs. You struggled a breath, and he hushes you like a mother towards a frighten child. In a way, you were a frighten child after the past few days in a hunter’s den. You were torn apart then stitched back together in an unforgivable fashion. You felt violated and stripped of what little you had left of yourself, of the line that separates you from monsters. Now, a stranger, kind and true, was carrying you out of the swamp and placing you inside his track with carefulness.

With the rumble of his truck, it roared to life, and he drove down the rough, beaten road to poorly done gravel road. The bitter smell of decay and dried blood was enough to make your mouth water, but you bit your tongue and clenched your jaw. You’re hearing wasn’t the best, but you knew the stranger was speaking to you. The voice was too muffled and quiet due to your ears ringing and buzzing like a light. Hunger was starting to set in, and it was burning a hole in your chest. You don’t attack humans; only animals. But the driver...you could smell his blood from under his skin and it flowed like a clear river. It was enough to make your stomach rumble and your fangs to grow. You felt your eyes change colors to a deep red. Even in his eyes, you saw your reflection and how it made him shiver once he realized who is in his truck.

Lester’s heard stories about what lurks in Louisiana shadows. He’s heard about the string of attacks in the cities and how there seemed to be a hive somewhere. Finding you out in the middle of the swamp after he was done setting up traps for gators should’ve rung alarm bells. But the claw marks on your body and the scratches that marked your body, making you look like a map of tortured and torn souls, should’ve made him run off for his shot gun in the back of his truck, but it only would’ve made things difficult. His hands aren’t as clean as Bo’s or Vincent’s, but it wasn’t as stained or darken by rich blood. It wasn’t as messy as the twins and their twisted artwork.

He saw you as a hurt deer, something that can be nursed back to health and let go into the wild after tending to your needs. He was Whatever called him to stay and help you...whatever possessed him to look after you, he’ll be as helpful as he could be. Besides, it’s his southern hospitality kicking in along with his nature to give a hand. He was always too kind, and it never scared him until the points of your fangs glowed in the starlight.

Lester swallowed the rock in his throat, his Adams apple bobbing like a toy boat down a rocky stream. The smell of his blood was intoxicating, and it drowned you in your own thoughts. If you had a taste, just a nibble, what harm would that do? He may be thin, but he had enough meat on his bones and blood in his system to serve you well and good. Only for emergencies, you bite humans. Only for emergencies, you feed off their blood and hang on their necks like a vise. The worry gleam in his eyes didn’t call you away or scare you; he knew what you needed.

The truck began to slow down until it stopped. He threw the car in park and turned off the engine, killing it with ease. He stayed in the driver seat as if he was reflecting what his next move would be. You watched as he closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.

“I’ll help you,” he said after a while. “I’ll help you, vampire.” His puppy brown and blue eyes looked down at you. “At least lemme getcha in the house before ya bite me, yeah?” When he saw you nod slowly, he unbuckles both himself then you and hops out of the truck. It wasn’t long until he was holding you once more in his arms. “You’ll be a’right, little vampire.” Why did the words make you blush? Why was the nickname repeating in your head over and over? “Les’ll make sure you’re alive after dis.”

Going into his house and heading to his little guest room by the back door wasn’t a long walk. From what you gathered from his little walk, his home wasn’t that big, but it wasn’t too small.

“Oh, I’m Lester, by the way,” he introduced himself as he laid you down. The mattress and cold sheets under your touch was soft like a moss bed, and he watched as your tensed body unfold like a blooming flower. “There you go,” he praises in a hushed voice. “I’ll get a rag; don’t know how long you were out there and—”

His voice trailed and stopped as soon as your pearly white fangs showed through your lips, plumped and bruised. Lester closes his mouth and swallows a thick, awed gasp. To him, you looked just as right as rain. A part of him hopes you drain every drop of him and turn him into a husk of a person. The way the moonlight laid over you like a blanket made you look like royalty. “Right, you need blood, little vampire.”

Lester lowered himself on the bed and awkwardly shifted you to be on top of him. He rubbed your back and turned his head to expose his neck until. You could practically feel it in your mouth even though you haven’t bitten down. You could taste it and feel it flow over down your throat ever-so-smooth and slick. His comforting warmth and slow circles on your back only made you feel more relaxed.

He almost felt like home.

Only for emergencies, you can break down and shatter the glass to that safety case. Only for emergencies, you can feed off humans and drink deeply in rich and sweet blood. Only for emergencies...just until your hunger is gone.

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