summary: aaron has never even used a chat line before, but now he can't get this blond guy out of his head. he knows it's just about the money, but it feels like there's more and he's too weak to stop it, even if it is making him skint.
Crumple: Aftermath by MissiAmphetamine (Kaleidoscope): What happens in the aftermath? The need to see him itches beneath her skin. Hermione is no longer capable of judging whether that's normal or not. She loves him, so she thinks it's probably normal to hate the idea of him locked in a cell, with them separated from each other. On the other hand, she thinks it might not be normal to feel a constant clawing anxiety that hovers on the edge of full-blown blind panic, over that separation. That part of it might be trauma related, Hermione suspects. But what does she know? She's probably half mental at this point. She's not even sure she should love him, after – everything. She clasps her hands together, digging her nails into her own flesh.
Rated: E - Status: WIP
Part 2 of Crumple
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If anyone’s interested in what kind of hurt/comfort I’m here for, this is the ultimate fic.
Genre : Coming of age, (slight) enemies to lovers | College AU
Description : Soobin's gentle and shy demeanor constantly annoys bad boy Yeonjun, and he decides that messing with the sweet boy will be fun — until he catches feelings.
Angel's review : It was about time I looked into the most kudo'ed Yeonbin fics on Ao3...This one straight up became a fav of mine ! The coming of age aspect is excellent here ! The writing is not too complex but says so much in very few words and that's an art to master ! Loved Yeonjun and Soobin's chemistry, and you gotta love a nicely executed bad boy Yeonjun. The OT5 banter was clearly the highlight here ; if you want some comical, sweet, cozy moments with all the members of TXT, you'll love this !!!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 転生したらスライムだった件 - 伏瀬 | Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime - Fuse
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Rimuru Tempest & Veldora Tempest, Guy Crimson & Everyone, Rimuru Tempest & Everyone
Characters: Rimuru Tempest, Veldora Tempest, Guy Crimson, Milim Nava, Ramiris (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken), Luminous Valentine, Dino (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken), Dagruel (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken), Velzard (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken), Velgrynd (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken), Shion (Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken)
Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, vtuber au, Alternate Universe - Twitch Streamers, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Anthology, Based on a Tumblr Post, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, references to other media, alternate names for characters
Series: Part 55 of Works by "Prank" (Pseud Series), Part 31 of Popular Fanfiction Tropes the Series (based on the ColeyDoesThings videos)
Summary:
In which the Demon Lords and True Dragons are re-imagined as famous indie vtubers. Based on a Tumblr post.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 7/?
Summary:
Canon Divergence. University AU. Mafia AU.
“Let’s leave. We’re not sticking around here,” Yuu said as they began to walk through the tall grass. If they were lucky, they’d run into someone that was willing to help and not ask many questions.
“Well, well what do we have here?”
Yuu jumped, a scream bursting from their lips. Grim squirmed out of their arms and floated in mid air, his ear flames bursting brighter. Standing in front of them was a man wearing the most ornate outfit Yuu had ever seen outside of cosplay inside an anime convention. Clearly going for a steam-punk like style crossed with opera, Yuu couldn’t tear their eyes away from the birdlike mask or the feathers adorning the long cloak with ends that looked like bird wings.
“Goodness gracious!” the man exclaimed, a little too cheerful. “You’re not from this world.”
In where Yuu is summoned to a strange new dimension (by an occult) and will find their way home (and solving the mystery to why they were summoned in the first place) through the power of accidentally befriending the local organized crime fractions. (Or Yuu is accidentally the most powerful person in this world through the power of Friendship.)
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Hello everyone! I finally finished this chapter. It gave me some troubles, particularly in the beginning, but I managed. Also, I sadly had to push Savanaclaw till next chapter. They just weren’t fitting in for this chapter, even though I wanted them to. Anyways, I hope you like this. Please let me know!
Fandom: 9-1-1
Pairing: Buddie - Evan Buckley (Buck) x Eddie Diaz
Word Count: 4967 (Part 1 of 2)
Summary: Part 1: Driving home from a road trip in increasingly violent weather, Eddie’s truck is swept off the road by floodwaters and he must figure out how to save himself as the 118 frantically tries to find him.
Filling @buddiebingo square: Injury
Beta’d by @fleurdebeton and @firemedicdiaz, thank you both so much <3
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It was becoming a complete nightmare of a week.
There had been intense rainstorms coming through on the regular for a couple of weeks, and the situation was already getting dire. Rivers were bloated to their limits, storm drains were full and spilling excess water back out onto the street. Some lower-lying areas had already been flooded, their residents evacuated, and literally every day that week the 118 had been called to multiple different areas to rescue people and help with evacuations.
Then Friday rolled around. Eddie was off; he’d booked the day weeks earlier as he had to drive to Texas to deal with family issues. Two of the other firefighters usually on their shift were also off, one because he and his family lived in one of the flooded zones, the other because she was helping her parents evacuate from their home. They’d only managed to get coverage for Eddie’s shift so they were short-handed in addition to busy as hell, and tempers were starting to wear thin after nearly a week of this.
Around noon, they trudged back into the station after a very exhausting and messy call, pulling people out of muddied buildings. Buck, Chim, and Hen all stomped off to have showers while Bobby disappeared into his office to escape everyone else’s bad moods. Most of them had worked at least one if not two extra shifts that week because of how busy it had been and because firefighters from other shifts had been affected as well, so everyone was exhausted on top of everything else.
“Eddie’s lucky he gets to miss all this,” Chim grumbled as they sat down for lunch, barely managing to inhale half of it before the alarm went off and they all hurried down to the trucks again.
“Chim, his dad died last month,” scolded Hen, while Buck rolled his eyes and they all pulled themselves into the truck. “It’s not like he’s on a pleasure trip.”
They were just hopping out as they got to their call when Buck stared at the sky in the distance, his lips parting.
“Damn… those are some big storm clouds. At least they’re far away.”
Buck wished he hadn’t opened his mouth as the clouds were over them in only a few minutes, making their jobs infinitely harder. They were all drenched to the bone as the water pounded down on them in deluges, lightning flashing and thunder crashing as they rescued people from a flooded home.
As they sloshed their way back to the trucks a while later, covered in mud and running to get out of the storm, Buck hoped Eddie was having a much better time of it. Eddie was set to return that night, and they had breakfast plans for the morning, which Buck was very much looking forward to. Working without Eddie felt very weird and unwelcome and Buck couldn’t wait until his best friend - potentially boyfriend? They had never actually discussed titles, but a few kisses had been exchanged, so Buck was still a little confused - finally got back home.
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Eddie had been driving since five that morning and he was getting tired. It was a good twelve hour drive from El Paso to LA - and that was without breaks - and he was starting to regret trying to do it all in one day. He’d managed to get about halfway, from El Paso to Tucson, in one stretch, only stopping once for a bathroom break. By the time he’d gotten to Phoenix he was feeling very drained. It was one thing when he was driving with Chris or Buck; their company and chatter kept him alert and focused. But by himself, he was left to the enormity of his own thoughts and the silence of the open road, the monotonous views of the desert. He’d gotten tired of music after a few hours and was flipping back and forth between radio stations and silence, wishing he’d just flown.
Eddie chugged one of the Red Bulls he’d bought in Phoenix and plowed on. He could feel his eyes pulling shut the closer he got to home and he shook himself, forcing them open. He blasted the AC so he’d be cold and uncomfortable, but found himself suddenly not needing the extra stimulation as he got closer to LA. At some point it was like he’d hit an invisible wall of water, his truck was suddenly deluged with the heaviest rain he’d seen in years. Suddenly glad that he’d stored all of his belongings inside the cab instead of in the back, Eddie slowed down and drove as carefully as he could, staring around him in awe. As he continued on, he came across completely flooded fields, places that looked like they’d been covered in a mudslide, multiple damaged properties.
Buck had warned him about the flooding, about the constant rain they’d had while he’d been gone, but Eddie hadn’t expected it to be this bad. Eddie strained his tired eyes, squinting through the downpour; it was nearly impossible to see more than a few feet ahead of his truck, and the roads were so slick he could almost feel his truck sliding, despite having four wheel drive and excellent tires.
Eddie drove slowly down the highway, thankful there wasn’t a lot of traffic. He was laser focused on the road, and time lost all meaning as he moved along, intent on nothing but driving safely. He was nearing the city limits, still in an area with a lot of grass and trees, when it happened.
Eddie’s head swiveled as he heard a roaring noise and saw a huge rush of water plummeting down a hillside, straight toward the him. It was flowing so quickly that by the time Eddie had a chance to react, it was upon him. Eddie grimaced as he tried to accelerate past it (no use braking as he was already past the beginnings of it), but he was unsuccessful. His tires slipped and lost their grip on the road’s surface as the water slammed into the side of his truck, causing him to swerve to the side. Desperately trying to correct this, Eddie let out a yell of alarm as he heard and felt the road beneath him start to buckle from the force of the water. He was pulled to the side by the collapsing road and lost control, his truck bouncing over the uneven pavement, and in seconds he was swept off the road entirely.
Eddie’s truck was shoved along by the force of the water down a sloping hillside, its surface covered with multitudes of rocks that had the vehicle bouncing and smashing into the ground like the worst kind of airline turbulence. Eddie’s head smacked against the rim around the window as the truck smashed into an obstacle, slowing his speed abruptly. The truck was momentarily stuck behind a large boulder, and Eddie sat up again, wincing.
Eddie groaned and put a hand to his head, feeling the point of impact throbbing and a trickle of blood slipping down his temple, but he had no time to assess the damage as the force of the water spun his tail-end forward and the truck was dragged back into the main flow, this time at an angle with the back end mostly facing downstream. This gave Eddie a view of what he’d just traversed and before the truck dropped out of sight, Eddie could see the road he’d been on in the distance. Well, what was left of the road; a huge portion of it had been completely washed out, and he could see a few cars coming to a stop on either side of it. He flashed his headlights at them, hoping someone had seen him and would call search and rescue as the truck was dragged out of sight, because he had no idea where he was going to end up. Eddie turned off the ignition as the truck was swept along, worried that if the engine got soaked while it was running that something would go horribly wrong; there was no point in attempting to steer anymore anyway.
Eddie scrambled for his phone as the rush of water slammed his truck along, leaning to the left as he tried to dig it out of his jeans pocket. The truck lurched violently as he was doing this and Eddie yelped as the sudden movement slammed him sideways, his head cracking hard against the driver’s side window. Momentarily dazed, Eddie braced himself in the severe turbulence, one hand on the dash, the other on the seat beside him.
As the harsh bouncing and bumping lessened for a moment, Eddie blinked stars out of his eyes and pulled out his phone. Just as he was about to turn it on, there was another impact to the underside of the truck that jolted him hard enough that the it flew out of his hand, soaring through the cab and clattering to the floor on the passenger’s side, out of reach.
Swearing loudly, Eddie tried futilely to reach it, but the water was so strong and turbulent that there was no way he could reach across the centre dashboard without impaling himself on the gearshift. There was nothing Eddie could do but hunker down behind the steering column, trying to protect his head from taking more hits as he was tossed around in his seat, not daring to undo his seatbelt in an attempt to get the phone.
The nightmare ride seemed to last forever. Through his fear as he careened uncontrolled down the roaring flow, Eddie found himself thinking of Christopher, of Buck. He missed them, but he was more glad than ever that he hadn’t brought Chris with him on this trip. After the tsunami, this was the last thing Chris would have needed. The image of his son’s smiling face filled his mind and Eddie wished he was with Christopher now, hugging him, telling him he loved him.
And then there was Buck.
Eddie wasn’t sure what to call his relationship with Buck. They hadn’t graduated to coupledom, but they were definitely more than friends. Eddie had kissed him recently, on a day where Buck was stuck in his own head and beating himself up. Eddie hadn’t been able to get through to him how much Buck meant to those around him - especially Eddie himself - and when Buck still didn’t seem to understand, Eddie had kissed him.
Buck had been shocked, but apparently pleased, by this turn of events, and they had spent the afternoon together, trading kisses once in a while almost out of curiosity, and Eddie had felt a longing in both of them that he belatedly realized must have been there for a long time. This had only taken place a week or so before, and they hadn’t really talked about it yet; something that Eddie was sorely regretting now that his life was suddenly in danger. What if something happened and he never got to tell Buck how he really felt?
As though responding to these worried thoughts, Eddie’s truck suddenly slammed into a large outcropping of rocks, bringing the vehicle to such an abrupt stop that Eddie’s body rocketed forward even with his seatbelt and his forehead smashed into the steering wheel. The impact was so strong that after the briefest flash of pain Eddie’s vision faded to black and he went limp in his seat, horn blaring into the storm as his body slumped forward against it.
A few moments later he stirred, letting out a small, pained groan from the agony throbbing through his head. The blaring of the horn was making his head hurt worse and he wished it would stop; it took him several moments to realize the horn was sounding because of his position. With another groan, Eddie pushed himself off of the steering column and relative silence immediately fell. Eddie’s ears were ringing and he was so dazed for a moment he’d forgotten where he was. He looked around and saw the water rushing by his truck, the rocks in front of him that he’d crashed into, and he remembered with a resurgence of fear.
It took a few minutes for Eddie to come back to his senses properly; aside from his head injury he felt okay, and he began trying to figure out how the hell he was going to get out of here. The water seemed relentless; it was rushing down the hill, destroying everything in its path, and Eddie knew it was not going to slow down any time soon. If anything, it felt even stronger than it had.
He looked around, realizing that his truck was wedged pretty close to the edge of the river on the passenger’s side. Eddie could tell his truck was lodged firmly into place and he was going nowhere fast, so he unbuckled himself, wincing at the ache in his chest from where the belt had dug into him, and crawled over the central console into the passenger seat. He leaned over and picked his phone up off the floor and swore when he saw he had no signal; the storm must have killed all nearby communications, because Eddie knew he was close enough to the city to have coverage.
Sighing, Eddie looked out the window. He was still a couple of yards from the edge of the water, but the current looked slower on this side, stymied by the outcropping he’d crashed into. He knew he shouldn’t get out of his vehicle, but he was also worried that he was going to be stuck there for days at this rate. Eddie turned in his seat and leaned into the back, dragging his small suitcase up into the front seat and then digging for the backpack and med kit he always kept under the seat for emergencies. The backpack was waterproof, so he filled it with as many medical supplies as he thought he’d need, then pushed in as many things from his suitcase as he could fit. His favourite shirt, a change of clothes, a couple of granola bars and everything he’d brought back with him for Christopher, including a few of Eddie’s own childhood items. The bag was full and he just barely got it closed, leaving most of the clothes and a few books that he’d brought with him in the suitcase. If he lost them, it was not the end of the world. Making sure the bag was not so strained that it compromised the waterproofing, Eddie pulled it onto his back, sliding his phone into a waterproof sheath, even though the phone itself was water resistant. If he got lost but somehow got a signal, he’d need it, so he wasn’t taking any chances.
Eddie opened the passenger side door and looked down at the water rushing past; it was muddy brown, impossible to see through, and Eddie just had to hope it was safe to drop down. Crossing himself, more out of habit than any real belief, Eddie took a deep breath and lowered himself slowly down into the torrent. Immediately the cold water soaked into his shoes and crept up his pants as he carefully climbed down from the truck, feeling for footholds, and eventually he was standing up to his lower thighs, but balanced. Taking a tentative step forward, Eddie slammed the door of his truck closed, hoping the water level wouldn’t rise and flood it. Not that he actually had much hope of ever getting his truck back at this point - his heart broke just thinking about it - but still, it was a concern.
The rain pelted down on him, plastering his hair to his head and his clothes to his body in less than a minute as he stood, getting used to the pull of the current and looking around him, trying to calculate which way to go. He took a few careful steps, his arms out to either side, managing to plant his feet on the destroyed ground below him.
First few steps, good.
Next few steps?
Eddie took a deep breath and stepped around the protection of the rocky outcropping, his heart dropping into his stomach as he realized he was not finding a place for his foot. Eddie let out a yell as he fell forwards, his foot disappearing into some kind of crevice. The yell of alarm turned to one of pain as his foot twisted sharply and lodged itself between some rocks as he fell into the water up to his shoulders, floundering desperately to keep himself from going under. Fire shot up his leg and he let out a shout of agony as he tried to wrench his foot out, finally managing it and stumbling forward. Eddie half-swam, half-crawled the rest of the way, scrambling as fast as he could as the current threatened to sweep him away, coughing as the dirty water splashed into his face and knocked him off balance.
After many intense, exhausting minutes, Eddie pulled himself up the muddy edges of the water flow and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his heart beating so hard and so fast he momentarily thought he was going to pass out. He knew he’d screwed up his leg somehow; it was throbbing every time he so much as thought about moving it, and he knew he needed to check it out. But it was still wet and muddy so he dragged himself as far away as he could, into some trees a few metres from the water, where it was relatively sheltered by the rain.
With difficulty, Eddie peeled off his sopping and muddy shoe and sock, peeling up his pant leg and wincing. His ankle was swollen, turning purple, hot and tender to the touch when he gently palpated it. Suspecting it was broken, or at best a bad sprain, Eddie swore and dug into his backpack, wishing hadn’t had to break out the med kit already. He put his sock and shoe back on and carefully applied the splint roll he had in his pack, under his foot up either side of his leg, then used self-adhesive wrap to firmly bind his leg within the splint. It was a bit awkward to do by himself, and even harder because everything was soaking wet, but he managed well enough that his ankle felt marginally better once it was under some constant pressure and stability.
Throwing the rest of the wrap back into his bag and zipping it up once more, Eddie looked around him. Walking was still going to be difficult even with the splint, and he knew he needed something to support himself. Thankfully, many of the trees around him had branches that were just the right size and shape. Eddie pulled himself up by the nearest tree trunk and hopped over to another, using his survival knife to slowly hack the branch from the tree. It was a bit flexible since it wasn’t dried out, but it was thick enough to be sturdy anyway and he managed to put a lot of his weight on it as he tested it out. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do.
Eddie dug through his bag once more and found some pain pills, which he swallowed dry as he’d forgotten to grab the bottle of water he’d had on the dash, hoping the pills would help the aching in his head and leg. Taking a deep, bracing breath, Eddie began to limp forwards, out of the treeline and closer to the water, following it at a much slower pace down the hillside. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was going, but he figured if he followed the water he’d eventually be found.
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“Alright guys, this one is out of our jurisdiction but they need help out there,” Bobby briefed them all as they leapt into the truck for the dozenth time that day, buckling in. “A road outside the city limits washed out and they need a few crews up there to look for survivors. The water washed out some homes in its path as well, we can probably expect at least a few people to be stuck.”
They all nodded grimly as the truck sped in the direction of the call, wondering if this disaster weather would ever end. The rain was still coming down harder than Buck had ever seen in his life, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.
Halfway there, dispatch let them know about a call coming in that a black truck had been swept off the road when it washed out, with a description of the vehicle but no license plate number. It was the same kind of truck that Eddie drove, and Buck exchanged uneasy looks with Hen and Chim, knowing that Eddie was supposed to be returning from the same direction sometime that day.
“There’s gotta be lots of people in LA with those trucks, right?” Buck asked uncertainly, fear flickering in his heart when he considered it could have been Eddie that was swept away.
“Yeah, definitely,” Hen answered, trying to sound confident, though all of them could hear the note of doubt in her voice. “And multiple ways to drive into the city.”
“I’m sure it's fine,” Chim said bracingly, though his eyes showed he was worried too.
Buck reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, hitting Eddie’s number. It went straight to voicemail. He called again; same thing. Buck felt an unpleasant twist of anxiety in his gut and looked up as Hen gripped his knee.
“Straight to voicemail probably just means he’s in an area without service,” Chim said. “Anywhere around here would have service.”
“Unless the towers are out by the washout,” Buck couldn’t stop himself saying. What if?
“We can’t know until we get there,” Hen said gently. “Let’s just try to hope that it’s not him.”
Buck swallowed hard and nodded, but his grip on the seatbelts over his chest was tight and his heart pounded uncomfortably hard in his chest, trying to get ahead of his anxiety. There was no point panicking when they didn’t even know if it was him; but what if it was?
It took them a long time to get to the scene of the washout, and when they finally got there they had to crowd control, getting people who had stopped to turn around and head back in the direction they’d been coming from before they could even get the trucks close. When they arrived, it was obvious that anything or anyone that had been around when the water came down had been long since swept away, and they arranged for several teams to skirt the side of the rushing water for a short distance to see if they could find anyone.
Buck, Hen, Chim, and a few firefighters from a different station set out, and it was nearly an hour of picking their way carefully down the embankment, careful to stay far enough away from the water that they weren’t in danger of being swept in, before they finally saw it.
“Eddie!” Buck cried, pointing at the truck. Even in the pouring rain, Buck could see the license plate on the truck, and his heart dropped once more, fear pounding through him as the horrible truth set in. “It’s his truck! I’m going out there!”
Knowing that they would never be able to stop him, Hen and Chim forced Buck to get into a harness and they and two of the others held onto the rope as Buck carefully waded out into the rushing water, hurrying towards the truck as fast as he could, yelling Eddie’s name. Finally he reached the passenger side door and flung it open, Eddie’s name dying on his lips as Buck instantly saw that it was empty. Stunned, Buck looked into the back, but there was no sign of him.
“He’s not here!” Buck yelled back to the others, his heart pounding, thinking of all of the horrible things that could have happened to him. Buck glanced into the back seat and noticed that Eddie’s suitcase was open. Buck climbed inside the truck and opened it the rest of the way, noting that it was half empty. Buck dug around in the back and realized that Eddie’s med-kit and survival bag were gone, and he felt a mixture of hope and a different kind of fear as he realized Eddie must have left the vehicle, thinking he could make it back better on foot. That meant he was alive and probably not grievously injured; but what would happen to him out there?
Buck zipped up the suitcase and hauled it out with him, figuring that Eddie would be happy not to lose all of his clothes, holding it above his head as he carefully waded back to shore, slipping and stumbled on the uneven ground, staying upright only because of the sturdiness of his boots. When he got back to the others he explained what had happened, and they all stared down the hill into the darkness in the direction he must have gone. Night had fallen by then, and Buck knew, with dread in his heart, that between the dark and the storm still raging on overhead, it was going to be nearly impossible to find him before morning.
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Eddie swore as he stumbled for the millionth time, wincing at the pain in his bad leg, nearly dropping his walking stick. It was dark, so dark he could barely see, and between his injuries and having driven all day long, he was exhausted. He had no idea how long he had been out here, but he assumed it had been hours. He was soaked to the bone, covered with mud, and freezing cold, shivering as he forced himself to keep going until he was on the brink of collapse. There was no point in continuing any further in the dark, and it was even more dangerous to keep moving when he couldn’t see. Eddie sighed in resignation and squinted into the darkness around him, wondering if anywhere nearby was even remotely drier than everywhere else.
Before he could move, however, Eddie started as, just barely visible, huge chunks of debris started flowing by. He lifted his maglite - the only light he had - and in its narrow, flickering beam he could see what appeared to be parts of a house being dragged along by the river. He watched, both fascinated and horrified, until most of the debris had passed. Unfortunately in the dark it was impossible to tell that the heavy debris had created deep trenches in the ground as it was dragged past, and Eddie didn’t know until it was too late that the ground he was standing on was rapidly crumbling and falling towards the trenches.
Oblivious, Eddie yelped in alarm as the muck and grass under his feet started to slide towards the water so quickly that he didn’t have a chance to take more than a single step backwards. Before he knew what was happening, Eddie slipped on the suddenly steep embankment and toppled blindly forward, falling into the water chest-first. Before he could even surface he was swept away by the raging current, and it took all of his remaining strength to get his head above water, sucking in a great gasp of air as he desperately tried to keep himself afloat. He was tossed around like a ragdoll in the water, too tired and not strong enough to fight such a strong current, even at his best. He could feel himself crashing into debris here and there, felt shocks of pain as things bit into his skin, slamming into his limbs and chest, but there was no way to avoid it. He couldn’t even see what was happening, so the only thing he could focus on was keeping his head above the water, just praying he wasn’t going to go over a cliff or get impaled on something sharp.
He didn’t know how long he was swept along by the current; it was probably only minutes, though it felt like hours. Eddie kept choking on the muddy water and doing everything he could to stay afloat, but he kept getting pulled under, or waves would break over his head and into his face, suffocating him. He was seriously starting to wonder if he was going to survive this when his whole body slammed into something huge and solid and his breath was knocked clean out of his chest.
Wheezing, Eddie clung to whatever he’d crashed into for dear life as the water broke around him and the debris, allowing him a few moments to get his breath back. He felt around him; it felt like he was hanging onto something wooden, perhaps part of a wall or roof, with other debris and a mound of mud surrounding it. Eddie did his best to pull himself out of the water, but the debris was not stable and he slipped and fell multiple times. Finally he was able to drag himself halfway out, collapsing on the side of the pile, all of his strength gone.
By this point, Eddie was so exhausted he couldn’t even lift his head and he lay still as the water continually washed over his lower half, other debris slowly building up behind and around him, some of it pushing up and over his body. He was too weak to move any of it away, however, so he lay there, praying he wouldn’t be buried alive. Eventually he passed out, thoughts of Christopher and Buck swirling in his mind as his body shut down, alone in the dark and the cold.
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hey I was wondering if you can please find this dean x reader series where dean is in the mafia and the reader is a waitress. they meet eachother at the restaurant she works at and she catches his eye, and then they start going out. I don't remember much but I do know that the reader has a best friend that also works as a waitress and that in one chapter the reader gets warned by a lady at a party that dean is probably just going to use her, but that's not true. thanks!
Im sorry nonnie I was unable to find this in the allotted time. Hopefully someone can link us to the correct fic.
For any followers if this fic sounds familiar please add to the post so we can find this fic for Nonnie
