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[obitez]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Continuing my kidnapped Buck fic for @juneofdoom Day 3: Trapepd

Snippert below:

When Buck came to, his head was pounding. 

Thump Thump… Thump Thump… Thump Thump…

God it was painful. 

He tried bringing up a hand to his head, to rub it, feel for an injury or something, only to find that he couldn’t. 

It was like his arms were tied behind him or something. He tried to flex his fingers, but he couldn’t feel them. For a brief second, he had a crazy idea that his arms had been cut off of him. But no, he would be in pain if that had happened. So they had been tied up for way too long and they had lost circulation. That wasn’t good, but better than them being cut off. 

He opened his eyes, needing to see where he was, why he couldn’t move. Only when he did so, he couldn’t see anything. Complete blackness. 

He could feel his breath rate pick up when he noticed this, slowly growing on the verge of hyperventilating. If he was in any other circumstance he might realize what was going on, but he wasn’t in the right head space at all right now. He had just woken up with pain all over his body, doubly so in his head and he couldn’t see a thing. His first thought had jumped to blindness. 

Someone or something had whacked his head, causing a massive concussion and taking his sense of sight. 

But then as he breathed in, his mind paused just long enough to feel a piece of fabric press against his lips as he tried to take in a deep breath. 

Fabric… 

There was some sort of cloth bag or hood over his head. Okay, okay, so he could see or well… he couldn’t, but he hadn’t been blinded or anything, just blindfolded. 

Okay, he tried to take a deep breath, regain whatever bearing and control he could. But even so much as regaining his breath seemed impossible. They way his arms were tied up behind his back, it was putting a lot of stress on his shoulders, which in turn were putting a lot of stress on his lungs, stopping them from expanding fully. 

Still though he tried the box breathing he had seen Hen try when their patients were going into shock. Breathe in for four seconds, hold for four seconds, and then breathe out for four seconds. 

It took a couple rounds of that, but then he slowly found himself calming down from the near panic he had just been in. He still couldn’t breath normally or see, but he felt marginally more aware of his body. 

He tried to wrack his brain for a memory of what happened, but kept coming up blank. What was the last thing he had been doing? 

Had he been with Maddie? No, Chimney had finally worked up the courage to take her on an actual date, after basically dating her for months already.  

[robbuckys]

Happy Pride to everyone on 911 except Eddie who's the only character who's had to come out as straight because y'all can't take a hint lmaoooo

[pghumfort]

Frank "I need to be respectful and take things slow" Langdon and Mel "why won't he fuck me already" King living a comedy of errors and misunderstandings for the first couple of weeks of dating.

And yes, both of them did a full-body groom before every date.

[melkingsbush]

langdon: how are you feeling becca?

becca: mel’s a virgin btw

[writingdose]

(me with fanfics except I keep writing them)

[writingdose]

fanfic writers who type their works directly onto ao3 instead of copy-and-pasting from elsewhere have no fear. fear fears them.

[tackycardiaa]

i present to you, my realistic vs unrealistic kingdon hopes for the pitt season 3.

realistic:

mel and frank have another inside joke

frank laughs at something mel says (she makes a joke and it lands!!) bonus points if he’s the only one who laughs!!

ambulance bay convo after a stressful case for one or both of them

one of frank’s family members comes into the pitt (abby or the kids or both!) and mel either interacts and/or meets them and gets a better sense of his home life

mel facetimes becca and becca asks about dr. langdon

frank shoulder nudges mel in that cute kinda way to encourage her

some kind of indication that mel and frank have interacted outside of work!!

small moment that can be interpreted as frank having marital issues

frank and trinity pulling mel in two different directions and she has to defend them both to one another

someone(s) points out their dynamic duo-ness to them and they’re both like “???” and start looking at each other kinda curiously because isn’t their relationship normal?? (it’s not)

unrealistic:

frank tugs on mel’s braid (I WOULD DIE)

frank and mel arrive to their shift together and there’s implications it’s because they carpooled

mel and frank leave a room (or a makeshift room behind a curtain), both looking disheveled and flushed 😏 and it turns out it’s just from a crazy case, but perlah and princess immediately have things to say!!

kingdon hug!!!!

frabby divorce announcement

close up shot of frank spinning his wedding ring and mel is staring at it and frank’s like “what?” so she pretends she wasn’t looking at it

frank getting jealous as hell over someone hitting on mel. bonus points if it’s trinity or he tells her upfront he doesn’t like it or messes up with some kind of procedure because he’s so distracted 😌

mel meets abby and is visibly distressed about it

mel has her hair down and frank sees it and foams at the mouth and walks into a wall

[obitez]

Chapter 1: Unfair Fight

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Finally, here with Chapter One of my Doug kidnaps Buck AU.

This is for June of Doom as well, meeting the Day 1 prompt for Unfair Fight:

Snippet Below:

Doug had to keep a level head in all of this, he kept telling himself. 

Maddie had left. 

That much was pretty clear, by the way she hadn’t come home from her night shift that morning. And he tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, Maddie was scheduled to work in the ER that night, he knew those shifts could run over from time to time. So he got up that morning and went to the hospital, stopping at her favorite coffee shop along the way. He was going to give her a little treat as he offered to drive her home after her extended shift. 

Only when he walked into the ER and made eye contact with the charge nurse, he knew that Maddie wasn’t there. 

“Where’s Maddie?” he asked her, walking up to the nurses’ station and setting the coffee on the counter. 

The nurse shrugged her shoulders, turning away from him. “She clocked out about half an hour ago, must have just missed her.” 

“Then why does her phone show her still being here?” Doug asked, leaning over the counter slightly. 

She turned to him, leveling him with a glare. “How am I supposed to know?” she asked. “Maybe if you actually liked each other, she would text you.” 

Doug chuckled as he leant away from the counter, taking a step back and turning around, walking out of the building. He went back home, Maddoe’s car not on the driveway or in the garage and waited. 

This wouldn’t be the first time she thought about running away. This wouldn’t be the first time she actually tried to do it. But she always came back in less than twenty four hours. 

Though the next morning, Maddie still hadn’t come home. 

So… she had finally left him. And well, he couldn’t allow that. 

It wasn’t hard to figure out where Maddie had gone. 

Doug knew that she had left. Left more than just him and their house, but left the city and state altogether. 

She wouldn’t have gone to one of her coworkers’ houses, it would be all too easy for him to find her that way. She also wouldn’t have gone to her parents’ house. Despite her parents’ dislike for him, they did get along marginally well with his parents. 

So unless she had gone to some friend from college who moved out of state, and Doug highly doubted she did that, that left one person. 

Her brother, Evan Buckley. 

Unsurprisingly, Evan didn’t do much to hide his online presence. 

All Doug had to do was type a couple variations of his name into the instagram search, sort through the fifteen other Evan Buckley’s instagram brought up, to find the account named Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley. 

It wasn’t even made private. 

Once he found the account, it didn’t take Doug long to figure out where Buck was living now. A few of the most recent posts were him at his job as a firefighter. Scrolling down, there were a handful of pictures of him with a red headed woman, probably a girlfriend of some sort even though she looked a decade or two older than him. And then, scrolling down a little more, he found a post from what had to be Buck’s first day as a firefighter, him standing big and proud in front of a fire truck with the number 118 and letters LAFD on it. 

So a firefighter in Los Angeles, huh? 

A bit far away, Doug had to admit, but he had heard that the kid left home and went on one of the ‘self-discovery’ journeys over five years ago now, so it’s not that surprising he wound up on the other side of the country. 

And Doug had to admit that it was the perfect place for Maddie to go to. She probably thought he wouldn’t follow her all the way out there. If Doug was anyone else, he probably wouldn’t.

She had to be proven wrong, however. 

[mutationgirl]

they're putting something in water that makes you pee

[francislangdon]

“mel says lots of nice things about you” “i see why you like him” ohhhhh becca was plotting and planning

[orteil42]

Wait, you were actually born in the 1900's? Thats so cool

i am going to eat my own entire skin

[idabbleincrazy]

Reblog if you were born in the 1900's.

[avoiding-claws]

[sad-girl-hours23]

walk with me here...

Buck gets cursed (the properties of the curse honestly idk what they are) and in order to break the curse, somebody who loves him has to say his name...his given name.

But, he can't tell anybody this and he hasn't yet succeeded in talking around it either, the curse is too clever. He cannot say his own name or introduce himself as Evan (he's tried and has run out of coffeeshops and restaurants)

Even talking to his parents on the phone was a bust (they really are trying, curse them...)

This goes on for days/weeks? until Buck gives in and stops being stubborn and goes to the one person who always called him Evan (almost, always, he's not going to think about the one exception)

[what happens next idk, maybe Tommy is cursed too...]

[tommykinardweek]

[obitez]

Now 11K words into my Kingdon slowburn...

Frank has already divorced his wife.

Mel still needs to break up with Shen.

Frank and Mel are stuck in an elevator together.

Oh, and they have each other for secret santa.

[obitez]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here with Chapter 8! Some angst and some fluff. Please enjoy!

Snippet below:

Arriving at the hospital, Buck was taken straight back into the ER. 

The staff took his vitals, and set up a bag of saline to go into his PICC line and start trying to hydrate him. 

Thankfully, the ride over to the ER hadn’t done anything to increase Buck’s temperature anymore, though it was still higher than Tommy would’ve liked it. 

And then to help with the pain in Buck’s leg, they gave Buck a small dose of morphine, which had a near immediate effect, making the lines of pain that had been on Buck’s face since Friday disappear in a couple of seconds. 

“A doctor will be by soon,” one of the nurses told Maddie and Tommy who were standing next to Buck’s bed.

Tommy sighed as he took a step closer to Buck’s bed, reaching out a hand and running it over Buck’s head. Buck was mostly asleep at this point due to the morphine, but he stirred just enough to turn into Tommy’s touch. Maddie sat down in one of the chairs in the ER cubicle, leaving one remaining chair for Tommy when he was ready.  

“We got him here now, he’ll be okay,” Maddie said. Tommy knew that she was saying that for mostly his benefit and relief. He just nodded, hoping that the doctors would be able to find something to help Buck, and quickly. 

One of the ER doctors had come in less than five minutes later. After retaking Buck’s vitals for himself, he called for a blood sample to test for a possible virus or infection that Buck could have picked up, just in case. 

“It’s only a precaution right now,” The doctor explained to Tommy and Maddie. “But we need to check in his case. For now until someone from oncology comes down, we’ll leave him on the morphine drip for the pain and saline to rehydrate him.” Tommy and Maddie nodded in understanding.

As they waited for the lab results to come back, Buck started to stir slightly. Tommy picked his head up to look at Buck in the bed, and he scooted his chair over. Once he was as close to Buck’s bed as he could be, he reached a hand up to grab hold of Buck’s.

It took about another hour for the lab results to come back and the doctor to return. The entire time, Buck was mostly asleep, stirring a handful of times but not enough to open his eyes. 

“From the lab results, there’s no signs of any infection or virus right now,” the doctor said, making both Maddie and Tommy let out sighs of relief. 

“So what does that mean now?” Tommy asked. “He’s still nauseous enough he can barely eat and drink, and in a lot of pain.” 

[pghumfort]

"Do you know where Mel is?"

"Have you seen Dr. King?"

"Where's your girl?"

- What Frank hears all day long, because he without fail always knows where Mel is. His Mel-dar is accurate down to the square meter, even when he hasn't consciously kept track of her. He's so tuned into the Mel-trix, without even meaning to be, it'd be funny if it wasn't so tragic.

[kinardsevan]

if you ship bucktommy in any form, can you like/repost this?

I’m trying to see something.