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actually-safer-to-kiss · 1 month

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Pounding

Summary: Reader has a migraine, and Spencer wants to help.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Hurt/comfort

Content warnings: none

Word count: 1.2k

The transition of seasons is something that has to be endured. It’s the time when you wake up to frost on your windshield in the morning but must remove your coat by the time you leave work. It is a painful time of inconsistency, especially for your sinuses. Not only with the pollen in the air (as well as on your car at all times) but the dryness as well. It causes your headaches to go from sometimes once a month to now twice a week.

And the first one happens this week, today. The migraine descended on you like a storm, brewing from your nasal cavities, its relentless waves of pain crashing against the shores of your temples. With each throb, the world around you seemed to blur and spin.

You shut the door to your apartment and let your bag fall from your shoulder, with no care with where it lands. Light, food, the smell of home is all too much to bear. With a sigh, you shuffle to the sanctuary of your room and bask in the silence while you can still control it. You unleash yourself from your business casual attire and fall into bed, nestling yourself under the covers.

The darkness relieves pressure, only slightly. It will probably be hours before it has settled, so you think it is best to call it a night now at 5:56 in the evening. There was no point in doing anything else as streetlights alone from the windows have proven to be enough to make the back of your eyes ache. You remained still, motionless, unmoved. Minutes could stretch well into hours without your knowledge.

Until the sound of the front door opened, cutting through the quiet. Spencer was home, which means it’s 6:06 now. The creaking floors from his aged apartment tell you he goes to the kitchen first, the sink runs, then his steps only grow closer to you until you can feel his presence at your back. “Migraine?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

It drains all energy and motivation out of you, so you merely nod in response. He’s more than familiar with severe head pain; chronic migraines that were resolved with a vitamin regimen. Fortunately, he has yet to complain about them bothering you in the year you’ve been together. And he never leaves home without them.

Unfortunately, this makes him eager to figure out your head pains. Last spring, he left out an array of vitamins in a pill organizer. They didn’t. It wasn’t an issue at first. It was clear he was trying to help. The downside of your boyfriend being a child prodigy and objective genius is that he will never back down from a challenge, even when you have asked him to. He can’t do it. Later in the month, he came home one day with an array of tea brands, mostly ginger and peppermint. He’s bought humidifiers, massaged the cartilage of your nose, and even consulted Reddit. It’s certainly worn down your patience, especially when you require complete silence.

“I can get you some hot compresses from the pharmacy if you want.” He jumps in completely. The last three words are merely to cushion the obvious; reiterating the point rather than saying something like, “I’ve had headaches before. I know how awful they are, so you should let me help you.” Which he’s also said.

You continue the annoying pattern by shaking your head with an audible moan. Opening your eyes hurts.

“What about nasal spray or decongestant? I can get those at the pharmacy as well.”

“I don’t need anything from the pharmacy. I took ibuprofen. Just need to keep my eyes closed.”

“Well, that can only help so much today. Saline will help encourage drainage and expansion in the vessels. Ibuprofen solves the head pain, not the root problem.”

“Unless the BAU can order planting fruit trees, it’s the best we can do.”

“What I’m trying to say is—”

You groan louder. “This isn’t a time for solutions, Spencer.”

Another unfortunate aspect of your relationship is that you can feel the way Spencer’s face softens from your tone. He then mutters out an apology, a brief sorry, but he doesn’t leave. He touches your shoulder and keeps his hand there until you turn to face him. And because you love him very much, you strain to open your eyes. You can make out a blur of his silhouette in the growing darkness, but still see clearly his glossy eyes and the quirk of his lips. “Can you do something for me first, though? Real quick?”

Before you answer, his hand slides toward your upper back, meaning you have to sit up for this. You were ready to say something along the line that he’s lucky you love him right now and leave it at that because thinking further made the pressure in your temples increase.

You didn’t have to speak at all, though. Because Spencer is also holding a glass of water in front of you. You look up at Spencer’s puppy-eyed silhouette. “Not a solution,” he says softly. “It’s something you always need.”

Well, if that didn’t make you feel like an asshole. You accepted the glass without a word, feeling the coolness against your palm as you brought it to your lips. Each sip, at the very least, a distraction from the throbbing. Spencer watches you closely. You had no choice but to finish the whole glass. And you did, leaving Spencer satisfied enough as he took the glass and walked out.

You didn’t say a word. The sink ran again, and Spencer returned with another full glass. He doesn’t hand it to you, instead puts it on the nightstand before turning precariously on his heels. It takes you a second through half-closed eyes to realize he’s walking back out. You’re afraid to ask, wondering if you’ve made him too upset to talk. You push yourself and do so anyway, keeping your tone in mind. “Where are you going?”

Spencer turns on his heels once more, looking around momentarily like there were others in the room. He then looks at you. “I figured you wanted to be alone.”

You reach out, moving through the pain quite literally, and you catch the polyester of his cardigan just between your fingers and pull him closer until you can wrap your arms around him. You hold your breath, knowing the intense smell of his laundry detergent would be enough to collapse down to your pillow in further pain. His cardigan is soft against your face. “Do you have other stuff to do?”

He chuckles, his abdomen bounces. So, he’s not too mad. “I do not.”

Encouraged by his response, you tug him gently (and not so gracefully) into bed. He’s delightfully warm. Spencer kicks off his shoes in response before pulling you close. Then you bury your face into his chest, hesitant to breathe in the scent of cedar that clings to the cardigan. You try best to ignore it as you cocoon yourselves beneath the blankets, finding refuge in each other’s company amidst the inner turmoil that comes with spring. You listen to the steady rhythm of Spencer’s heartbeat, and find a fleeting sense of peace in the storm.

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britany1997 · 26 days

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Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dreams

Dwayne x GN Fae Reader

Hope y’all enjoy this sweet little meet cute fic for Dwayne and Fae reader! Was really going for a ‘intimidating tough guy x sunshine reader’ trope hehe.

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Dwayne awoke with a start, fumbling around in the dark. He patted around his necklace, only to find another piece missing.

He growled lowly to himself and jumped down from the ceiling, waking the boys.

Paul yawned, rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong man, why ya up so early?”

Dwayne frowned. “It happened again.”

Marko leapt down to the floor beside Dwayne. “Dude that’s crazy,” he scratched his head in confusion. “How could someone…I mean how did they…” he sighed.

“I don’t know,” Dwayne’s hands balled into fists. “But I’m gonna find out.”

You zipped around the boardwalk, snagging pins from jackets, buttons from bags, and dangly earring from ears, leaving a glamor in their place so as not to alert the owner to your thieving. You filled your arms with any shiny object you could get your hands on.

Humans were simple, you thought to yourself as you weaved in and out of the massive crowd of people, so easily charmed and tricked.

You paused to watch the sight of them bumbling around the boardwalk, unaware of your presence and the mischief you were causing. You laughed to yourself.

While you were largely indifferent to humans, there were a few you liked more than others.

Like this one. You cloaked yourself with invisibility, allowing your catlike smile to disappear into the sea air.

You tailed the dark haired man, his beauty beckoning like a candle in the dark.

You toyed with his hair, taking a strand between your fingers and pulling lightly. You stilled when his head turned just slightly. Could he see you?

He shrugged and returned to joking around with his friends, probably blaming your ministrations on the wind.

You smirked. He was just some silly human…some silly, pretty human man.

You picked at the charms on his necklace. You’d been visiting him every now and again, taking piece after piece and building a necklace of your own.

You wanted to remember this human when you eventually flitted out of town. They didn’t usually come this cute.

You reached out to pull at the necklace, but before you could, his hand sealed around your wrist.

You gasped, your invisibility fading, causing you to materialize in front of the four men.

You were so shocked, you couldn’t contain the glamor keeping you in human form. Translucent wings, soft and thin as silk, sprouted from your shoulder blades.

The blonde men’s eyes filled with awe as they took in the sight of you, but the dark haired man only scowled.

Your first impulse was to compress to your true form and fly away, but the man growled under his breath, his fangs poking out of his mouth. “Don’t even try it,” he warned.

Your jaw dropped, “you’re- you’re not human,” you stuttered.

The bleach blond man chuckled, “not quite sprite.”

Your nose scrunched in annoyance, “I’m a fairy,” you corrected.

He smirked at you and the dark haired man, “you’re all the same to me.”

You scowled.

The bleach blond man grabbed the two other men by their collars. “We’ll see you back at the cave Dwayne,” his eyes narrowed on you, “seems you’ve got some business to deal with before you head home.”

Your eyes widened in fear. You turned towards Dwayne. “You wouldn’t want my blood, it’s poisonous for vampires,” you lied.

He yanked you into an alleyway nearby and pushed you up against a cold stone wall. “You’re a liar little thief,” he purred.

You squeaked.

“Why did you steal from me?” He demanded.

You gaped like a fish, your eyes taking in his beautiful face. You could lose yourself in those big brown eyes.

You longed to touch his chiseled jaw and feel his stubble beneath your fingers.

You blushed.

He pushed you harder into the stone. “Tell me.”

“Stop! My wings,” you whimpered, the pressure threatening to crack them.

Dwayne’s firm expression never wavered, but he did loosen his grip. “Spit it out,” he demanded.

“I- I liked you,” you confessed. “I just wanted something of yours to keep with me.”

His brow furrowed and he let you down. “What?” he asked.

Your face turned bright red. “Fae we um…we like small little trinket things,” you gestured to his necklace.

“But we like pretty things too,” you shifted on your feet nervously, you felt caught in two different ways.

Dwayne cocked his head. You waited nervously for his reaction.

His lip pulled up into a smirk. “You think I’m pretty?” he teased.

You huffed, your already red face going full tomato. “You don’t have to make a big deal about it,” you pouted.

“Don’t be shy,” he purred, “I think you’re pretty too.”

He ran the back of his hand along your wings gently. “You’re such a delicate little thing, arentcha baby?”

You giggled, your wings twitching with excitement. “Vampires are so interesting,” you leaned in to stroke his chest lightly, “I’ve heard all about your sharp teeth, but no one’s ever told me about your silver tongues.”

His smile was all fang.

You flashed him a pouty look with big puppy dog eyes, “do you forgive me?” you asked, “for taking your things.”

He raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand to you, “why don’t you give them back first.”

You pouted, but reluctantly handed over the charms from his necklace.

“How bout I make you your own baby?” he offered. “Come back to the cave with me, I’ll make you anything you want.”

You beamed, nodding and shrinking down to your true fairy form. You landed, sitting down in the palm of his outstretched hand.

His other hand came around to stroke your cheek with one finger. “You’re adorable like this,” he whispered, “so precious.” He held you reverently.

You blushed, smiling up at him with admiration. You wouldn’t be leaving Santa Carla anytime soon.

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neonscandal · 3 months

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Manga With Me: MHA Crackpot Analysis

I know we’re collectively running off the high of chapter 406 (just me??) but anyone else curious about the parallels we saw in chapter 407 to themes from way back in the training camp arc? I have a feeling they'll bear on what kind of ending our boys will have when all is said and done and I got time today to explore that.

⚠️ Spoiler warning: through chapter MHA 411.

Before you waste your time diving in, let's start with what makes this a crack analysis - I'm still making heads or tails on what this means for BakuDeku because... while I think the series will end with a reckoning between them, it doesn't mean it'll be to confirm the romantic underpinnings or that both of them will live.

Let's start with what informs this hunch:

Note: There's a serious bit of nuance we're missing from the English translation though I'm having a hard time finding the original post I liked many moons ago that essentially goes into the fact that, when Midoriya told Compress to "Give him back," referring to the Bakugo marble... he used language that had a possessive connotation. 👀 In fact, even with the English translation, we can see that Compress specifically calls out the phrasing to be odd, we just miss the subtlety of why that is (they really don't want us to be great). Compress nobly shoots back that Bakugo doesn't belong to anyone but this violent idea of possessing someone... DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR TO ANYONE??

We have seen, scattered throughout this entire story, that All For One has always been obsessed with recapturing the One For All quirk. It's why he targets the successors so compulsively. I assumed it was because, as the dynamic had been cast, that One For All has always had the power to best All For One. It wasn't until we saw the vestiges locked within OFA, Yoichi in particular, that we realize there's a bit more to the story. AFO's origin story in chapter 407 casts a really interesting foreshadow.

This alone isn't particularly damning or why I think it has impact on the story's end, or at least not comprehensively. Now that we see All For One up close... we've gotten some insight into his disposition as well. Specifically, here:

This mentality sounds exactly like...

At the heart of the story, everything has centered around Midoriya and Bakugo and their quest for number one, as inspired by All Might.

Canonically, we know that, in universe, their adoration of All Might has led to an embodiment of a facet of what they believe makes him a good hero. The Win to Save vs. Save to Win camps that are defined most readily at Ground Beta by All Might himself.

Midoriya and Bakugo are frequently cast as two halves of the same whole and as an impetus, not only for their mutually linked improvement, but also inspiring others around them to level up, as well. While it can be inferred that All Might as a mentor is largely the catalyst for this, it would be remiss to say that he doesn't have his own host of parallels but, at the center of this crack pot theory is his obvious relation to All For One.

To simplify where I'm going with this and explain the upcoming mental gymnastics: All For One is a foil for All Might.

We've seen Midoriya and Bakugo, in their quest to be heroes, embody two halves of who All Might is as a hero. In fact, Bakugo's reconciliation of his previous inability to "Save to Win" marked a major development in his character evolution and perception by people who aren't in Class 1A (Monoma. I'm talking about Monoma). On an unrelated note, members of Class 1A get to a point of not treating Bakugo like a ticking time bomb as they drag him around and infantilize him (Tsuyu) and this marked difference provided further exposition that the class has come to realize that he's mostly bravado and bluster and maybe not as awful as depicted at the onset of the story.

All that to say... given the parallels we see in the latest chapters. Are they meant to be two sides of All For One, too?

A continuing theme of the story (I'm sure I blab about it in other Manga With Me threads) is the fact that anyone can be a hero. However, there's also a critical examination of one's ability to be villainous regardless of intention or perception. We see it in the case of Endeavor, in particular, but also with characters like Hawks and Lady Nagant... and the Hero Commission, in general. Alternatively, even villains are redeemable or may have good intentions and we're seeing a lot of their redemptions play out through the duration of this war.

If we've seen the resolution of their embodiment of All Might, does it make sense to cast Midoriya and Bakugo in the shadow of who All For One is, as well? Arrogant, possessive, merciless and with an ego that looks only to subjugate others.

I think what causes unease about these panels and their comparison to AFO is because I'm expecting a huge cop out. We've been getting a lot of damning BKDK moments with an extra serving of Togachako. Would this new parallel cast them more in a brotherly light? With these parallel's and All For One's defeat... what does this mean for BakuDeku?

I think we've seen Bakugo overcome his likeness to AFO, as it were. Despite their competition, he recognized why he couldn't face Midoriya's spirit so, instead he rejected him. He reveals as much to All Might directly. Midoriya is no longer just a pebble and, based on vestigal Bakugo, I think we can all agree they are linked by something akin to fate. In fact, Bakugo was only able to save All Might (and balance out his guilt for "ruining" All Might while pulling off an All Might signature fist of triumph) with Midoriya's help and their wordless collaboration. He even grabbed his hand!

But the object of AFO's obsession is his brother and I can't help but also draw the connection between Bakugo's previous inability to reach out and accept Midoriya's hand back at the pond where Yoichi willingly grasped Kudou's (... pre-Bakugo, Bakugo) and escaped his brother. The coincidence is too much and I can't help but look for meaning in how this story seems to be coming full circle. Because, on the one hand I want to compare them to AFO but on the other hand, is the better comparison between AFO and OFA themselves?

In the latest chapter, we've seen that Shigaraki has robbed Midoriya of at least one OFA vestige and subsequently their inherent quirk. Will it all end by him losing each of them until he's back to being quirkless? A destruction of AFO seeing a destruction of OFA and ending this dispute of ideologies that's gone back several generations? Successful in besting Shigaraki but... losing someone who means so much to him in the process?

7/19 Edit to clarify, what I’m trying to say is: if the resolution to Bakugo’s hubris was reaching out a hand to a “pebble” to ultimately defeat AFO… would the resolution to Midoriya’s possessiveness be to lose everything?

It's too much to think about but I don't call it crack pot for nothing. I'm still formulating my hypothesis but think this next chapter should have something huge to explain how Deku is still able to avoid Shigaraki despite no longer being able to use Gearshift and losing Danger Sense. Maybe it'll be the linch pin in figuring out if there's a hypothesis to be had or whether this was all a big reach. I still can't decide.

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iwillbeinmynest · 2 years

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Migraine - Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: This ones is for my girl over at @unleashthebeees! I hope this can offer some emotional support. I haven't had a migraine in years so I hope I did it justice.

Word Count: 950

Notes/Warnings: migraine, fluff, kissing (but not inappropriate) and just overall sweetness

“Where are you off to?” Steve glanced up at Bucky from his laptop and smirked.

“I’ve got some errands to run before meeting Y/N for dinner,” he responded honestly. He grabbed his leather jacket and glove and slipped them on.

Sam walked in from down the hall. “You got a hot date, old man?”

Bucky rolled his eyes as he fixed the fingers of his glove.

“I think he’s going soft,” Sam half whispered to Steve.

“You’re just jealous cause you can’t get a date,” Bucky finally retorted.

“Oh, I can get a date.” Sam straightened his spine and wiped around his mouth, “fixing” his short beard.

It was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes. “What are your plans for tonight?”

Sam’s smile faded. “Well, I mean, I don’t have a date right now, but-”

“Exactly.” Bucky grabbed his keys and threw his backpack over his shoulder. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. He opened a text and frowned.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked.

Bucky didn’t respond but began texting.

Steve tried again, “Buck?”

He looked up. “Hm? Oh, yeah,” he shook his head and plastered on a smile. “Everything’s fine. I promise.” He put his phone back in his pocket and hurried for the door. “Have a good night.

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There was a quick knock on the door before you heard the jingling of keys. You continued to lay on the couch with your head under a throw pillow to block out the light.

“Y/N?” Bucky called as you heard his keys hit the bowl in the foyer.

“Living room,” you answered quietly. You heard him shuffle to the kitchen, moving plastic bags around and something hitting the counter.

He kicked off his shoes, leaving them by the wall, and walked softly to you. He sat beside you and began to rub your back. “A bad one?”

You nodded.

“When was the last time you took medicine?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I need a guess.”

“Maybe four o’ clock?” you offered from under a pillow.

He rubbed one more circle before getting up.

You knew what he was doing; bathroom for meds, kitchen for water, freezer for a cold compress. When he came back, he gently removed the pillow from over your face.

You prepared for the onslaught of pain that the light would bring, but you were surprised to find your living room nearly pitch black.

“Hey,” he grinned. He handed you the pills in his hand and offered you a glass of water.

“Hi.” You wanted to smile back but sitting up nearly made the room spin. You took the meds and he leaned you over his lap for you to rest your forehead on his thigh. He rested the cold compress on the back of your neck and then began to rub your back again.

You stayed like that with him for nearly thirty minutes as the medicine kicked in.

Finally, you had some energy to sit up. “Thank you.”

He smiled and placed a hand on your cheek before tugging you closer to place a soft kiss on your lips. “That’s what I’m here for.”

You chuckled, “I don’t want to feel like this but if it gets you here…”

He shook his head, his smile never faltering. “You don’t need to have a migraine for me to be here.” He got up from the couch and went towards the kitchen.

“Why is the house so dark?”

“Well, you can’t eat from under a pillow so I figured I’d close the curtains.”

You looked at the curtains, they were unusually dark. They didn’t used to be like that. “Are these blackout curtains?”

“I replaced the ones you had after your last episode. You kept talking about the light being too much.”

You almost cried. “Thank you.” That was the sweetest thing anyone had done for you.

Bucky shrugged and sat beside you setting take-away boxes on the coffee table. “It’s really not a big deal, but I’m surprised that you only noticed now.”

You looked at him in awe as he spoke about the process of ordering the right length of curtain and installing them when you’d run out to the gym one afternoon. His eyes almost sparkled in the light coming from the kitchen. Wait, what light? The lights were off. You turned to see seven candles lit and flickering on the breakfast counter.

“Candles?” you interrupted.

He sighed, “I’m not trying to make a move, I promise. I just read that lavender helps with migraines and I couldn't find any of these, um, oils? Essential oils? I googled migraine remedies and saw something about oils. Am I saying ‘oil’ too much?” he chuckled nervously.

You laughed.

“Anyways, I couldn’t find any, but I found lavender candles. They were small, so I bought… a lot.”

You smiled at him and shook your head.

“What?” he asked after a while.

“I’m just… No one has ever done something like this for me.”

Bucky’s expression softened. “Well, I wanted to.” He looked at the food and his brows shot up with a deep breath. “So, I didn’t know if you wanted Chinese food so I also got Mexican and Thai.”

You smirked and took his hand. You brought it to your lips and kissed it. “You’re too good for me.”

“We both know that’s not true,” he grinned. He pulled you into a hug and leaned back onto the couch.

“Shh, It’s my night for misery,” you teased.

The two of you stayed that way until the food went cold. Sometime later he got up and reheated everything and you spent the evening talking quietly in the candlelight until you fell asleep against him.

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vaspider · 1 year

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I posted 23,541 times in 2022

That's 16,350 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 1,197 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#if people can submit this stuff i can definitely make someone read my poems about the complicated feelings of being transmasc n childbirth

My Top Posts in 2022:

There is no such thing as an unproblematic piece of media, production team, or morally-pure person. There isn't. There's only "what flaws I am willing to put up with," which is going to be different for every person. If your friend has a different level of acceptable bullshit than you, it's probably fine, actually? The sooner people learn that, the happier in general they will be.

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Listen, if you are on Twitter and you haven't recently downloaded your data, you really need to. Like, now.

With the recent layoffs, I am willing to bet money that Twitter is going to implode very soon. Maybe not permanently, but dramatically, and very, very soon. Like "Liz Truss vs a head of lettuce" soon.

I base this quite simply on knowing the kind of shit my wife deals with every day, and listening to people on the news who have talked to Twitter employees about the site at all. Not only do I think there's some Thing that will cause Twitter to puke all over itself like a 19yo who just discovered wine coolers, but I think there are multiple Things, and they are not in the future. They are occurring right now.

They fired the people who know which software licenses are up for renewal next. They fired the people who know that this cache needs to be manually emptied, and yeah they should have written a script for it but there were so many other projects that it was easier for Bob to just manually do it on Friday mornings while on his 2nd cup of coffee. They fired the people who know to not poke this thing in that way bc this thing works in a non-standard fashion, but it works, so even though the software manual says "poke it," don't do that. They fired the people that know that this queue getting up over X number of tickets means it starts eating tickets and erasing half the data you need to fix issues, so you have to compress the ticket numbers at least every 2 days with an ad hoc utility script that Jane wrote after your team discovered this issue. Not all of the institutional knowledge is gone, but a lot of it is, and once that knowledge is gone, it's not coming back. Once that knowledge is gone, things unravel quickly at an institution that size.

Whatever happens on the social end of things - and that's a fucking mess - make your contingency plans for not losing touch with people now, and get downloads of your shit. Now. Not later. This will not fizzle out like LiveJournal. I'm willing to bet that it will simply cease to be one day soon. It might come back once it disappears.

I'm just not counting on it, and neither should you.

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If you think these "anti drag" pushes aren't going to be used against trans people for just existing in public, you really really need to read up on the vice laws which caused Stonewall.

If you think Stonewall was only trans women and transmascs/butches/trans men weren't arrested during the leadup to the riot, you need to read up on who was there, who was arrested, and why.

They are coming for all of us. Your supposed respectability will not save you. We will survive this if we stick together, and only if.

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My #1 post of 2022

https://twitter.com/ErinInTheMorn/status/1524224285082066953?t=AW-7wEu820f0TP0xImVRMg&s=19

Just me crying in the bathroom so I don't wake my partners with this, fuck.

So to sum up: CT and DC have passed laws making it illegal to extradite someone to another state if they are being charged in that other state for crimes pertaining to abortion or trans health care, and makes it legal to sue and get your money back if you are targeted by a TX-style "bounty" law. DC also includes "crimes" of consensual adult sex, gay and interracial marriage and cohabitation and providing or using contraception.

This is, as the thread explains, basically legal interstate warfare. CT and DC's laws bar compliance with such laws.

This is, on one hand, kind of terrifying, because this is where we are now. It's going to get worse long before it gets better.

On the other hand... holy shit, someone fucking did something.

Someone fucking did something real.

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scotianostra · 1 year

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November 17th 1855 saw David Livingstone reach Victoria Falls in Africa.

Of course it wasn't called Victoria Falls, but in the local Bantu language of southwestern Zambia and surrounding countries it is known as Mosi-oa-Tunya, "The Smoke that Thunders", what a sight it must have been for the Scottish explorer, the first known European to view the falls. The World Heritage List officially recognizes both names. Livingstone also cites an older name, Seongo or Chongwe, which means "The Place of the Rainbow" as a result of the constant spray.

Livingstone had heard about ""The Place of the Rainbow"" from local scouts and in early November 1855 traveled down the Zambezi River to see for himself. Approaching the spot in canoes, the party could see the columns of spray and hear the thunderous roar of water miles away from the fall he wrote;

"When about half a mile from the falls, I left the canoe by which we had come down thus far, and embarked in a lighter one, with men well acquainted with the rapids, who, by passing down the centre of the stream in the eddies and still places caused by many jutting rocks, brought me to an island situated in the middle of the river, and on the edge of the lip over which the water rolls. In coming hither there was danger of being swept down by the streams which rushed along on each side of the island; but the river was now low, and we sailed where it is totally impossible to go when the water is high. But, though we had reached the island, and were within a few yards of the spot, a view from which would solve the whole problem, I believe that no one could perceive where the vast body of water went; it seemed to lose itself in the earth, the opposite lip of the fissure into which it disappeared being only 80 feet distant. At least I did not comprehend it until, creeping with awe to the verge, I peered down into a large rent which had been made from bank to bank of the broad Zambesi, and saw that a stream of a thousand yards broad leaped down a hundred feet, and then became suddenly compressed into a space of fifteen or twenty yards." he went on to say "it was the most wonderful sight I had witnessed in Africa."

#scottish #africa #exploration #explorer #history #Waterfall #zimbabve #zambia

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tranquilspot · 11 months

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John: Take nails.

This title is gross if you don't know it's about metal nails. Or, "I've got your nose" but the terrifying version.. Sorry for the awful mental image btw.

You captchalogue FOUR (4) NAILS into the top card, and push all the ARTIFACTS down a card. The FAKE ARMS are pushed entirely out of the deck!!!

So will an item put in a overfilled bag, you're not special sylladex!

Oh well. They're probably completely useless anyway.

Can we get an f in the notes, the fake arms are just literally existing, why are you so mean John?

But you probably don't want to do that again, unless you want to drop the SMOKE PELLETS and suffer the consequences.

But suffer and facing consequences should be a thing you SHOULD do more often! *glance towards GAME OVER and retcon shenanigans*

And THIS, is probably the reason I stopped reading on my second reading. Man this isn't my kind of humor. It's just puerile and not funny in my opinion.

*sigh*

John: Squawk like an imbecile and shit on your desk.

This is the dumbest idea you've had in weeks!!! STUPID STUPID STUPID.

Agreed. Neeext

John: Combine the nails and hammer.

You MERGE the top two cards. The HAMMER and NAILS are now captchalogued on the same card and can be used together.

I know that I said that we shouldn't mourn scraped ideas, but this one was soo good! What a shame. It could have been useful for freeing space, especially for a certain pen pal.

John: Use hammer/nails on poster.

You use the HAMMER and NAILS card IN CONJUNCTION with the card beneath it.

In conjunction!!! :0 See this is some good shit, and I never saw anyone mentioned it ever. Not like fanfic use sylladices a lot but whyy!! It.has.potential. Writers, go brainstorm, get some ideas, go crazy. But also, why make your life difficult when you can just, pick up the hammer and nails, and manually nail it. You still have hands, even if we can't always see 'em. *something something overuse of technology makes us dependent and lazy something something* smh BUT, I have to admit, it's straight. Mine always tilted a little bit to the left or right. *impressed small clap*

John: Nail poster to wall.

Covering another one cause we skimmed a page.

(sorry for the resized gifs, its Tumblr doing. I'm doing my best to reduce the image being compressed by cropping it)

You use the HAMMER, NAILS, and POSTER on the blank space on the wall. It's glorious. Exactly what you wanted. The old man really came through this time.

You didn't have to hide Problem Sleuth though :( How old is M. Eggbert anyway? if John's 13, he must be ~40ish old, no? Aaaah, how I long for new posters in my room. Hélas, posters related to my interests are rare and expensive, taxes and all the whole shebang. —>

#homestuck #act 1 #homestuck reread #reread blog #john egbert #have some memes as a treat #shoutout to nintendont2502 for the html color tip #it's going to be so helpful in the future #and when I'm going to change the 'next arrow's' color

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wes-laye · 3 years

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Having osmanthus wine with those who share the memory

#genshin #genshin impact #原神 #animation #fanart #zhongli #venti #albedo #diluc #huffman #angel's share #animated #2d animation #wesart #it's my turn to make an osmanthus wine reference hahahaha #gif means awful compression:')#Uploaded the high-res video on my twitter! Tumblr does a little slow skippy bit when it reloops so decided to post a gif here instead #wesanim

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bucky-boo-bear · 2 years

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Anything for you

Pairing: Little!bucky x reader

TW: fluff, hurt/comfort? mention of nightmares, hinted past abusive relation, pet names

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: When a little ( large) something catches his attention, bucky doesn’t wanna leave it. Too bad it is at the store and not his home. Not for long though.

Word count: 980

A/N: Hello! I wrote this piece for @dadplease and her 5k stuffie writing contest! I am so, so excited to be a part of this! The stuffie talked about is this:

stuffie

Bucky looked around in awe. The shelves were filled to the brim, literally and figuratively, with stuffies and games and whatnot. But all the things seemed to be lost into nothingness the moment his eyes landed on THE Stuffie. By looking at it, he knew that it was really big, even though it was bundled up and compressed to take up as little space as possible. He just knew he would be able to curl up and sleep in its lap when you went out for missions.

Turning his head to look at you, he found you raking your eyes over other stuffies. You both were buying one for Wanda, her birthday was coming soon after all.

Those were beautiful too. Soft and fluffy and everything he could ever want. But he didn't need those. His whole playroom was filled with those kinds of bears, unicorns, other animals, double-sided emotion stuffie, etcetera. But nothing compared to the giant bear.

If only he could slip away, even for a second. To just go and look at the bear more closely. Before he could try anything, you both were moving. Wanda's gift already in the cart. His eyes widened.

He didn't wanna be any further away from the bear!

His bottom lip wobbled. He glanced at you with wide eyes, then back at the bear. Oh! If only he had the courage to ask you for the stuffie.

With so many thoughts going on inside his head, he didn't realize that he had actually stopped walking. Or that, you had been calling out to him.

"Huh?" He said, coming out from his head when you gently shook his shoulders.

"Where did you go buby(bub-y)? What happened?" You asked him with concerned eyes. He never got lost like this, except when he has bad nightmares. But he hadn't had any nightmares for quite some time. The regressing and the new therapist had really helped.

"Nuh-uh, mama. Nuffin' " The quick shaking of his head and adverting of his eyes gave his lie away. That was one thing about him. Even though he was an expert at lying when in his big mindset, he couldn't lie properly in his little mindset to save his life. He would always shake his head and repeat words.

Then, involuntarily, the pupils of his eyes moved to sneak a glance at the bear. He looked back at you not even a second later. But, that small movement, was enough for you to know what was the thing that had stolen his attention.

"Bub. Did something catch your attention?" You prompted, wanting him to answer instead of you just assuming. You had been working on this for quite a while. He was afraid of asking you for things. Even if they were as small as wanting to wear something other than what you had selected.

He looked at you earnestly and audibly gulped. "I... no... I mean... I don't...". He trailed off. His breathing became a little heavy.

"Hey. It's ok bub. It's ok. Just take a deep breath. Ok. Great. You're doing great. Ya just like that. Once more." You reassured him and helped him check his breathing. Then tried to approach the subject of the bear more directly.

"It's ok bub. Now, I need you to tell me the truth and not lie. Ok? I promise I won't be mad. But, did you like that stuffy over there?" You pointed at it to make sure he understood which one you were talking about.

Oh no, he thought. You knew. NO no no no no. You were gonna be so mad now.

He nodded briefly. Just a slight movement of his head. So subtle that you would have missed it if it weren't for you looking at him. He gulped again.

"Ok. That's fine. Do you wanna go check it out?"

At this, he lifted his head up so fast, that you actually had to stabilize him, making you chuckle at his eagerness. “We- we can? C- can we? Please? I- I’ll be a good boy. Jus’ wanna see it. Not gonna touch. Promise. A- An’ ea’(eat) all veggies. Promise. Please, mama.”

You weren’t mad, so he was gonna make the most of it. Even if ‘most’ means just seeing the teddy closer.

And see it closer he did. His hands were itching to touch it, feel the softness under his palms, but he knew better than to push his luck.

After checking out of the store, he was helping you load the things into the back. More like making sure Wanda’s stuffie doesn’t get lodged in there, but yeah, helping. You made sure that everything was in place and that bucky was buckled in before instructing him to stay there and wait for you.

Though curious, he busied himself with the ice cream you had bought for him as a reward for being good.

5 minutes passed...

then 10...

then 15...

He was starting to get antsy when someone knocked at the car window. It was you. He opened the gate and his jaw might have fallen off his skull and onto the pavement with how wide it was open. There you were standing with the teddy in your hands and a wide smile on your face.

His eyes watered and he ran into your open arms, sniffling. A string of ‘thank you’ s and ‘you thee best’ s falling from his mouth. You wiped his face with the sleeves of your shirt.

“Did you like it? you asked.

“Yes, mama. Thank you so much.”

“Anything for you baby. C’mon, get in the car. We’ll open it once we get home. Okay?”

“Okay, mama”. He smiled and practically ran into the car, bouncing in his seat.

He was gonna have so much fun with it and couldn’t wait to reach home.

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dawbi · 3 years

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bnha boys when they have a crush on you (gif reaction)

warnings - none !!

characters - midoriya, bakugou, todoroki, monoma, dabi, & hawks

midoriya

midoriya would be so blushy around you. but at the same time he'd wanna get close with you. although he’d probably have a hard time trying to start a conversation lol. would try learning about the things you like and talk to you about them. he’d fall for you even harder when he sees the light in your eyes when you talked about the things you're passionate about. will check up on you a lot and ask if you wanna study together. whenever you compliment him or do anything he thinks is cute (which is literally anything lol) he's not functioning properly. "aaaadfdg uh y-yeah..thanks y/n. m-me too. i mean you too !!" would always stand up for you and be your number one supporter omg cute. lots of daydreaming about you two, being flustered, and just falling for every little quirk hehe of yours 🥺

bakugou

ahhh it's your local tsundere boy bakugou. i mean that's all that really needs to be said lol. he'd treat you like everyone else, even a bit more of an asshole if you pulled at his heart strings. “h-hey fucking watch it!” if you ever accidentally brush his hand with yours. but secretly wants you to do it again 😂 his way of treating you differently would be in how observant he’d be. if you looked upset that day, “why are you making that stupid face? it’s annoying the hell outta me.” translation : “please tell me what’s bothering you. i hate seeing you upset.” i also feel like he’d be very defensive and protective if anyone tried talking down to you. lots of side glances, remembering things about you without being obvious about it, and lowkey trying to get your attention whenever he possibly can lol

todoroki

aw todoroki probably wouldn’t even realize he has crush on you. like he’d constantly want to be around you and find any chance he could to talk to you. also very attentive and always watching out for you. would probably confuse it as wanting to be really close friends with you. until he starts wondering what it’d be like to hold your hand or hold you. that’s when i feel like todoroki would ask midoriya for advice. “well i think you might like y/n. more than a friend.” “like best friends ?” “no todoroki...” 😂 midoriya would have to explain to him what he meant and finally shouto would turn his head and say “maybe...” i don’t know why but i picture him being a bit secretive about his crush on you, wants to treasure it a little ?? def very clumsy and awkward around you when he realized lol

monoma

omg monoma would start by annoying you like everyone else lol. same amount of competitiveness and taunting directed at you. but i feel like when he’d develop feelings it would go like first phase - tease you more than everyone else to get a reaction out of you and get you to talk to him. second phase - actually wants to have a good image in front of you and tone it down a bit whenever you’d be near. that’s when you know he’s in deep lol. kendo would be the first one to notice and would help keep him in check. this boy wouldn’t know how to get close to you especially after his previous behavior. so monoma would be a secret admirer until he’d decide to confess. lots of secretly asking around about you, pausing his bully 1-a agenda whenever he sees you, and wishing you’d make the first move 😢

dabi

does dabi have a crush ?? or does he not ? 🤔 you probably would have zero indications of it. this man is secretive af and might view it as weakness if he admitted it. but i feel like members of the lov would pick up on it no matter how much he denies it lol. all those times he would seek you out to only talk to you, his soft demeanor whenever he looks at you, always making sure no one ever lays a finger on you but doesn’t give two shits about anyone else ?? why is dabi lying lol. i think someone like mr. compress or kurogiri would question him seriously. “have you possibly taken a liking towards y/n ? there’s nothing wrong with that.” “why would you ask me such a stupid question ? don’t get in my fucking business.” never blatantly denies it tho, but he would restrict himself. you’d have to confess to him first 😰

hawks

oh flirt king 100%. you cannot convince me otherwise. i feel like it’d also take keigo awhile to develop feelings. i think you’d have to be friends with him first, lowkey trust issues you know ? i think he’d realize his crush on you when someone else comes in the picture. “so, who was that loser ?” “keigo, that was my friend.” “seems weird lol.” he’s just jealous ahsggsjal. hawks would question why he cared and realize he actually has feelings for you. again lives to see you flustered and would flirt a lot omg. would love to hear you talk to him about anything and would silently watch you while smiling as he listens to you. definitely watch over you and seriously try to get you to fall for him. always would be greeting you with a hug. just any excuse to be close to you 😅

a/n - ahh again tysm for the support !! should i do an event when i reach 100 followers ??

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myonechicagoworld · 3 years

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CHICAGO FIRE – LEADERS LEAD (S01E22)

Kelly Severide: A promotion, huh?

Tara Little: You need to stay away.

Kelly Severide: You get a promotion, and meanwhile, I could go to

jail?

Tara Little: Get away.

Kelly Severide: They’re talking about filing criminal charges. Why

the hell are you doing this? I didn’t do a damn

thing to you.

Tara Little: I said to stay away.

Man 1 (Shopper): Are you okay, ma’am?

Kelly Severide: She’s fine.

Man 1 (Shopper): Ma’am?

Kelly Severide: We both know nothing happened that night.

Man 1 (Shopper): Hey.

Kelly Severide: Tara!

[car door shuts]

cutscene

Matt Casey: I have a request.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah? What’s that?

Matt Casey: [groans]

Hallie Thomas: Jeez.

[chuckling]

Matt Casey: We don’t move from this spot for the entire day.

[kissing sound]

Hallie Thomas: And you skip your shift?

Matt Casey: Hmm? I’ll just have truck pick me up here if we get any

calls.

Hallie Thomas: Tsk. I don’t think these boxers are going to stand up

against a fire.

Matt Casey: I’ll just call out orders from this spot. “Cruz, grab a 2 ½.

Mouch put down the sandwich.”

[kissing sound]

Hallie Thomas: At 24 hours and 1 minute, I wanna be right back

here.

Matt Casey: Deal.

cutscene

[car door shuts]

[kissing sound]

Matt Casey: See you later.

Peter Mills: I’m happy for ‘em.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, me too.

Peter Mills: Are you?

Gabby Dawson: Without a doubt, yes.

[Mills & Dawson chuckles]

Peter Mills: Good.

So, um, this might be a weird time but um… I was just

thinking this whole two rent thing, it’s… it’s crazy.

Gabby Dawson: The two rent thing?

Peter Mills: I mean, you know, you’re basically living with me

already, and we don’t call each other to say, “Hey, I

mean are you home yet?” So… how about I give you

a key, we make it official, you move in? I realise…

that was the complete opposite of being romantic.

Um…

Gabby Dawson: No, no.

Peter Mills: No, look, I know I’m really, really bad at this. I-I keep

beating around the bush all the time. Look, I love you.

Gabby Dawson: Uh…

Peter Mills: I think we should live together.

Gabby Dawson: I’m…

Peter Mills: Oh, God. God, that was awful. That was really awful.

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] Yeah, it was.

Peter Mills: Look, take the time you need to think about it. Let me

know. No pressure.

Joe Cruz: [groans]

Christopher Herrmann: All right, hey! Peter Mills, hurry up! ‘Cause I

gotta take your money after I finish with

Cruz here.

Peter Mills: [sighs] Okay, duty calls.

Leslie Shay: What up, sunshine?

[station alert and buzzes]

[ambo door closes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Building collapse, 800

South Carpenter Street.

[sirens wail]

[horn honking]

Leslie Shay: He loves you. That’s great news, right?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

Leslie Shay: Out with it. What?

Gabby Dawson: I… [groans]

I still haven’t come clean with him about Boden

and his mom. And it just… it feels like this dark

cloud hanging over us.

Leslie Shay: Over you, you mean?

Gabby Dawson: Well, to be fair, yes.

Leslie Shay: Okay. So repeat after me. “It’s not my business.”

Gabby Dawson: Shay.

Leslie Shay: I’m serious. That is between Boden and what’s her

name.

Gabby Dawson: I just feel guilty is all I’m saying. A lie of omission is

still a lie. And if we’re gonna be getting this

serious…

[sirens continue to wail]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[background commotion]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Chief. All the schools are on spring

break, big party. We were here on

D&D when we saw the whole thing

collapse, one porch on top of

another.

Police Officer (Nicole Sermons): There’s at least a dozen trapped.

Just tell us where you need us,

Chief.

Chief Boden: Get the surface victims first. Set up cribbing columns.

K-12, sawzalls to cut away the timber.

(into radio) Battalion 25 to Dispatch, we have a three-

story deck collapse, multiple victims. Give me an

EMS Plan 2 and two extra truck companies for

manpower.

Dispatch: (over radio) Copy that.

Woman 1: No! No, God! Oh, God.

Chief Boden: Ma’am?

Woman 1: Oh!

Chief Boden: Ma’am, stay back. Come back, come on.

Woman 1: No, let me go. Let me go!

Chief Boden: Okay. Look at me.

Woman 1: No.

Chief Boden: Look at me, look at me. We are gonna do everything

in our power to help your friend.

Woman 1: Paul. His name is Paul. He’s my fiancé. Tell me he’s not

dead. We were just talking [cries]

Chief Boden: Okay, Katie.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobbing] No.

Chief Boden: I need you to listen to me.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobbing] No. Please don’t say it.

Chief Boden: Katie, he’s gone. He’s gone, he’s gone.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobs] No!

Chief Boden: Katie, you gotta stop. You gotta stop.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobs] No!

Chief Boden: Okay?

Woman 1 (Katie): [grunts]

[slapping sound]

Woman 1 (Katie): You did nothing! [cries]

You did nothing! [cries]

[sobs]

- title screen -

[victims yelling in background]

Victim 1: [sobs]

Joe Cruz: I got one!

Victim 1: [sobs] I’m gonna die.

Gabby Dawson: You are not gonna die, ma’am.

You are not gonna die.

Firefighters: Watch that.

Yeah, I’ll get it.

You got it?

Gabby Dawson: She’s got an impalement in her chest and lots of

blood. We gotta get her free enough to transport

her and this piece of wood.

Victim 1: I can’t breathe.

Peter Mills: Take slow breaths, okay? Slow breaths. Slow breaths,

all right?

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Hey. We got one.

Leslie Shay: We need some more hands!

Victim 1: I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna…

Gabby Dawson: Hey, what’s your name?

Victim 1: Valerie.

Gabby Dawson: Valerie, you’re gonna make it. You have to believe

that, okay?

Victim 1 (Valerie): Don’t lie to me. You’re not telling me how bad it

is.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Kelly Severide: Okay, Valerie. Keep still.

Victim: [whimpers]

[saw whirring]

Victim 1 (Valerie): Aah!

Kelly Severide: All right, clear.

Gabby Dawson: All right, let’s get her on the backboard! Now!

[siren wails]

[monitor beeping slowly]

Gabby Dawson: Heart rate’s dropping.

[monitor flat-lines]

Gabby Dawson: She’s crashing, Shay!

Leslie Shay: (into radio) 61 to Lakeshore, we’re coming in hot with a

trauma victim. 20 years old, impalement injury,

respirations are dropping.

Dispatcher: (over radio) Copy that.

Gabby Dawson: [heavy breathing] Come on.

Hallie Thomas: I need a crash cart. Call for respiratory and blood.

Let’s hang units of o-negative. Let’s get x-ray and

CT standing by.

Push an epi now.

[pumping ambu bag]

Hallie Thomas: Stop compressions.

We got a pulse! Let’s get her into trauma! Let’s go!

Nice work, Dawson.

Leslie Shay: Wow.

cutscene

[truck beeps]

Mouch: Could’ve been a hell of a lot worse. Two DOAs and I bet we

saved a dozen or more.

Joe Cruz: That right there is what it’s all about.

[Japanese on TV]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Hey.

[clapping]

Otis Zvonecek: What are you doing?

Christopher Herrmann: I’m supposed to speak to Luke’s class

about fire safety. So I’m gonna rig one side

of the house with flammable materials and

then the other side with flame-resistant

type stuff. Then, I’m going to demonstrate

the difference. Kids are gonna love it.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh. What could possibly go wrong?

Joe Cruz: Guys, guys, I have an announcement to make. Please, I

need everybody’s attention. Today, I came across

something so upsetting that it literally shook me to the

core. I was in the laundry room. I was pulling my stuff

from the washer to the dryer, and I discovered these left

inside.

Everyone: Oh!

[chuckling]

Christopher Herrmann: Don’t look at me. I’ve been a fruit of the

loom man since 1975.

[laughter]

Mouch: 20 bucks to whoever finds the owner.

Joe Cruz: Lieutenant!

[roaring with laughter]

Joe Cruz: No!

Matt Casey: First, they ain’t mine. Second, these don’t come down

until the owner steps forward. I can’t unsee this.

Someone has to pay.

Otis Zvonecek: He who smelt it hath dealt it.

Joe Cruz: You’re nuts. Those look like something that a Russian

would wear on his wedding night.

Otis Zvonecek: They’re not mine, but I will put my money on Capp.

Mouch: Keep deflecting, Otis. That’s a good strategy.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh! Whoa! Whoa!

[dog whimpering and barking]

[extinguisher spraying]

Christopher Herrmann: Maybe I’ll just let the kids wear the oxygen

mask.

[extinguisher blows]

Woman 2: Excuse me?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman 2: Hi. Uh, I was wondering, um, do you guys allow kids in

here to take a picture on a truck or something?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, of course we do. Where are the kids?

Woman 2: Oh. Um, I’m just checking. Some other time.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay.

cutscene

Chief Boden: You confronted her in a parking lot.

[water running]

Kelly Severide: I’m facing criminal charges. Damn right I confronted

her.

Chief Boden: You are not helping yourself.

Kelly Severide: Chief, I did nothing wrong.

Chief Boden: You did today. You strengthened her case.

Kelly Severide: Whose side are you on?

Chief Boden: I am trying to help you here.

Kelly Severide: Well, it doesn’t feel like it. I’ll handle this myself,

thanks.

Chief Boden: No, no. You contact her again, you go within 100 feet

of her, you will force me to take away your Squad.

Kelly Severide: That’s your way of helping?

Chief Boden: Yes.

Otis Zvonecek: Hey, Chief. Taking bets on the red skivvies from the

laundry. You interested?

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: My dad used to tell me, “You have a choice. You

can either choose to be in a bad mood…”

Leslie Shay: Right.

Gabby Dawson: “Or you can decide to be happy.”

Leslie Shay: Where is this going?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, at first, I… I wasn’t sure about Mills, right? Was

he too young? Was I just rebounding? Did we

move too fast? But then I realised, damn it, he’s

good to me. Be happy.

Leslie Shay: So you love him ‘cause you choose to?

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] No. Because I do.

Leslie Shay: Aw. My little Dawson’s all grown up.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, shut up.

Leslie Shay: What about the mom thing?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

[ambo door shuts]

[station alert & buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61. Man down from unknown causes.

Gabby Dawson: Looks like it’s one of those days.

[siren wails]

[thunder rumbling, siren blares]

Gabby Dawson: Hey there, bud. How you doing?

Hey.

His pulse is fast. Let’s sit him down and check his

heart rate. Come on.

All right.

Leslie Shay: Oh.

Gabby Dawson: Here we go, bud. All right.

Leslie Shay: Okay… Virgilio Ventura. Welcome back, pal.

Victim 2 (Virgilio): [groans]

Gabby Dawson: You had a couple cocktails today?

Leslie Shay: No, I think something a little heavier. What’s your

flavour, Virg? A little H?

Huh. He’s clean. What’s up with you, buddy?

Gabby Dawson: Okay.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

Gabby Dawson: His heart rate’s racing at 150. He’s in SVT. We’re

gonna lose him if we don’t stabilise his rhythm.

[shirt ripping]

Gabby Dawson: Cardioverting at 100. Stand back.

Leslie Shay: Dawson, wait! His ears. Look at his ears. Look.

Gabby Dawson: Shay, he’s got an electrical burn.

[clothes ripping]

Leslie Shay: His shoe’s missing. It’s a third degree burn. He’s got

an exit wound.

Gabby Dawson: He was hit by lightning. We can’t shock him. His

heart’s had too much trauma. 6 mils of adenosine.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, yeah!

[monitor continues beeping]

Gabby Dawson: Hang in there. Hang in there.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

Ready when you are. On three. One, two, push.

[monitor flatlines]

Victim 2 (Virgilio): [gasps]

Leslie Shay: Okay, it bought us some time. Let’s get him out of

here.

cutscene

[thunder in distance]

Christopher Herrmann: What is it?

Chief Boden: Ah, nothing. Rough shift.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

[car door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, what are you doing for dinner tonight?

I’m doing all the cooking now that Cindy’s

in the home stretch. So it’s either gonna

be pizza or steak. It’s your call.

Chief Boden: Well, I can never turn down a Herrmann steak.

Christopher Herrmann: All right. Great.

Bring the beer, all right?

Chief Boden: I will.

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Chief Boden: Thanks.

Peter Mills: Hey! Excuse me, Chief! Um, I was wondering, can I pick

up a couple shifts next week? Maybe pull 48?

These-These Squad classes are breaking the

bank, so… I just need the extra money.

Chief Boden: What did your Lieutenant say?

Peter Mills: Check with you.

Chief Boden: Well, we can make that happen.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Chief Boden: I’ll talk to second watch.

Peter Mills: Thank you.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Kelly Severide: I’m not exactly one to sit on my hands, you know.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, well, you shouldn’t.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, well, that’s not what the CFD is advising.

I’m running out of options here, Shay.

Leslie Shay: I’m telling you, the more I think about it, the more I

think that she targeted you specifically. She knew

your background, and she took what, all of two

seconds to start flirting up a storm? Anyone do a

background check on her?

Kelly Severide: I’ve-I’ve been on my heels this whole time, no.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, exactly. It’s time to turn it around, go on the

offensive.

[car door shuts]

[engine starts]

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: You thinking about jumping?

Peter Mills: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Peter Mills: You made it.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, bearing carbs.

Peter Mills: I see.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

[kissing sound]

Gabby Dawson: What is it?

Peter Mills: You never answered my question. I know that I’m… I’m

moving too fast. I…

Gabby Dawson: Peter. I love you too.

Peter Mills: Really?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, really.

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: I just got one question for you. Am I gonna have to

borrow Antonio’s pickup, or are you gonna help me

move?

Peter Mills: I will help you move.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

[kissing sounds]

cutscene

Antonio Dawson: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey, man. Thanks for meeting me.

Antonio Dawson: You sure you know what you’re doing?

Kelly Severide: Tsk. Like I told you on the phone, I’m-I’m feeling out

of options.

Antonio Dawson: Well, it might be worse than you think. I called the

Assistant State’s Attorney. That Rutkowski’s

testimony landed, and they won’t be accused of

playing favourites for a firefighter. They’re gonna

approve criminal charges. I ran a background

check on Tara Little. She worked at an ad

agency. There were criminal charges filed and

then withdrawn.

Kelly Severide: Against her?

Antonio Dawson: No. A fellow employee there named Clay White.

There’s an address in there.

Kelly Severide: I appreciate it.

Antonio Dawson: If I was smart, I’d tell you to let a lawyer handle it

from here.

cutscene

[bell chimes]

Man 2: May I help you?

Kelly Severide: Are you Clay White?

Man 2 (Clay White): I am.

Kelly Severide: I was told to talk to you about Tara Little.

Man 2 (Clay White): A-Anything you wanna say about her, you can

tell my lawyer. Now get the hell out.

Kelly Severide: It’s… it’s not like that. I-I need your help.

Man 2 (Clay White): I was a mid-level executive at Ramsey-Cole, a

high-end ad agency on Michigan Avenue. Tara

was one of 20 graphic designers we had on

staff. Tara and I had hit it off. Was it

inappropriate? She was game, and I wasn’t

married. It was all consensual. We had some

fun but went in different directions, ended

totally civil. Then we lost an account. The

rumour mill started flying about downsizing.

Next thing I know, Tara makes a claim, says I

took advantage of her, it was a hostile working

environment. I was fired and ostracised by the

whole industry.

I’ve got an MBA [chuckles]

And this is what I do to pay my mortgage. She

got a nice settlement from what I heard.

Kelly Severide: Sounds familiar. Would you consider coming

forward?

Man 2 (Clay White): I signed a non-disclosure agreement, so she’d

drop the criminal charges.

Kelly Severide: You didn’t answer my question.

cutscene

Hallie Thomas: Let me take a look at him

Patient (Miranda): [winces]

Hallie Thomas: Wow. What happened?

Patient (Miranda): [sighs] I was texting on my phone, and I walked

into a damn tree.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, that’s a new one. All right, I’m gonna walk you

back to a bed, where we can get that thumb set.

You can walk with me?

Patient (Miranda): Yeah.

Hallie Thomas: No texting while you do it.

[chuckling]

Hallie Thomas: One sec.

Thanks.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: Hey.

Matt Casey: You used to always drop by the firehouse with lunch,

so… I’m returning the favour, if you have time.

Doctor (Margaret): Got you covered.

Hallie Thomas: Come on.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: I’ll show you around.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Hallie Thomas: We have five beds. But we can stuff eight in here if

we need to.

Matt Casey: All right.

Hallie Thomas: Um, a couple of visitation rooms, a couple of

offices. There’s where we keep the meds. This is

our bathroom. One bathroom, mind you, for all of

us, including the patients.

Man 3: Hallie.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, Steven Goody. He started the clinic. This is

my… this is Matt.

Man 3 (Steven Goody): Hey. Nice to meet you.

Listen, Hallie, do you think you could help

us out on Sunday, maybe, uh, noon to

5:00-ish? Dr. Arend can’t make it.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah, I think so. I just have to check my schedule

over at Lakeshore.

Man 3 (Steven Goody): Great. Just let me know, okay?

Nice to meet you, Matt.

Matt Casey: You too.

Hallie Thomas: One sec.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: Huh. That’s weird.

Woman 3 (Bridgette): What?

Hallie Thomas: Uh, well…

Woman 3 (Bridgette): Oh, yeah, I know about this. I’ll take care of it.

Hallie Thomas: Okay.

Matt Casey: Everything good?

Hallie Thomas: Yeah. I’m starving. Let’s go.

Matt Casey: You really like it here?

Hallie Thomas: Yes. When I was away, I remembered why I got into

medicine in the first place. I remembered a lot of

things I wanted to reclaim for myself when I

returned.

[laughter]

cutscene

[overlapping chatter]

[video game in background]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Herrmann Kids: Look it, look, look, right there.

Christopher Herrmann: I won! Yes! Turn that thing up. Screw the

neighbours [chuckles]

Chief Boden: Uh, uh, no, no. Doing the dishes is my specialty.

Cindy Herrmann: You’re sweet, Wallace.

Chief Boden: Anyway, ain’t you supposed to be in bed?

Cindy Herrmann: You think I’m going to trust Chris alone with those

monsters?

Herrmann & Boden: [laughs]

Chief Boden: Get outta here.

Boden & Cindy: [chuckles]

[glass bottles clinking]

Christopher Herrmann: So?

Chief Boden: So?

Okay. I, uh… I think I’m losing the respect of an

important man in the house.

Christopher Herrmann: Severide?

Chief Boden: Between this Benny and this Tara thing… I think he

thinks I’m the bad guy here.

Christopher Herrmann: Eh. What’s that you always say? “Leaders

lead from the front.”

Chief Boden: Yeah. Sounds like me.

Christopher Herrmann: Up front can be lonely, that’s for sure.

But… it goes with the territory, don’t it?

Chief Boden: Yeah. Thanks.

[bottles clink]

Chief Boden: Again.

cutscene

Matt Casey: Otis. Ready to lay claim to your undies?

[chuckling]

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, you wish.

Mouch: Just come clean, Otis. No one will judge you. This is a safe

room.

Otis Zvonecek: [sighs] You know what? No. I-I can’t stand to look

at these another shift.

All: Oh!

[laughter]

Mouch: That’s it. Now I know they’re yours.

[station alert blares & buzzes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Vehicle accident.

[sirens wailing]

[horn honking]

Woman 4 (Bystander): The Taurus there was just pulling out of the

hotel parking lot, when, bam! The trailblazer

hit it straight on.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Kelly Severide: We’re on the trailblazer.

He’s DOA.

[indistinct chatter]

Matt Casey: Ma’am, try not to move until we get you collared and

braced.

Victim 3 (Lady): I need the report to say we’re just co-workers, and

we were coming from a lunch when that jackass hit

us!

Matt Casey: We don’t report that kind of stuff, ma’am.

Victim 3 (Lady): I gotta get out of here.

Matt Casey: Ma’am, you need to remain still.

I need that collar!

Peter Mills: Here you go, Lieutenant.

Matt Casey: Thanks.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Struts, wedges, and cribbing. Stabilise that

car so you can get that woman out.

Kelly Severide: You heard him. Get that cribbing in place. Capp,

centre part!

[glass shattering]

Kelly Severide: Get it piped down. How are we on the other side?

[metal clanging]

Joe Cruz: Almost there.

Chief Boden: Good. Let’s cut that roof away.

[machine whirring]

Kelly Severide: Watch for sparks.

Roof’s clear.

Christopher Herrmann: C-collar.

Leslie Shay: Copy that. Flying in.

Kelly Severide: All right, you ready?

Leslie Shay: Take her out as straight as possible.

Victim 3 (Lady): Where are you taking me?

Gabby Dawson: Lakeshore.

Victim 3 (Lady): Will you call my husband and tell him you found me

by myself?

Gabby Dawson: Ma’am, you’re gonna have to take that up with the

doctors at the hospital.

Victim 4 (Man): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Hey, I’m gonna need you to cover for me for an hour

when we get back to the station.

Harold Capp: You got it.

cutscene

Tara Little: You’re supposed to stay away from me.

Kelly Severide: Am I?

Tara Little: [scoffs] You’re finished. You hear me? I am about to

scream so loud.

Man 2 (Clay White): Hi, Tara.

Tara Little: [scoffs] He can’t. He signed…

Kelly Severide: A non-disclosure and confidentiality agreement?

What else can you take away from him? I checked

with the union attorney, and it turns out in cases of

fraud, the courts don’t care much about those

agreements.

Tara Little: Fraud?

Kelly Severide: Maybe we take you to criminal court, get testimony

on the record or you retract your lie, quit this job.

We never see each other again.

cutscene

Woman 2: Excuse me.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman 2: Hi. Um, I was the one that asked about the pictures.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw, yeah, of course. How are you?

Woman 2: Hi.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey.

Woman 2: Uh, this is my husband, Roger…

Christopher Herrmann: Hey Roger.

Man 4 (Roger): Hey.

Woman 2: And our daughter, Charlotte.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw.

Woman 2: Would you mind?

Christopher Herrmann: Naw, no. No problem at all. Come on

Charlotte. I’ll show you around here.

Come on.

How old is she now?

Joe Cruz: One, two, three.

Woman 2: Uh, 12.

Christopher Herrmann: That’s incredible.

Joe Cruz: Tighter, tighter.

Woman 2: Yeah, plus today is her birthday. So here we are. She’s

really something.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Joe Cruz: Hey, one more. Let’s do one more. Everybody smile…

hold it.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, do you have a few minutes. Because I

think we can do something a little better

than a couple of photos.

Joe Cruz: Great.

Woman 2: Sure.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah? All right.

Woman 2: [laughs]

Joe Cruz: Get in there.

Woman 2: Okay.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Chief. We got a kid’s birthday party in

the common room, and they’d like to see

you.

Chief Boden: You tell little Danny or Billy or Leo happy birthday for

me, but I have a mountain of paperwork that I need

to get through.

Christopher Herrmann: This one’s important, Chief.

Chief Boden: Okay, where are the other kids?

Christopher Herrmann: Well, it’s not that kind of party, Chief.

Joe Cruz: Later I’ll grab all the guys from the truck, take a picture

together.

Chief Boden: Hey.

Girl (Charlotte): Are you Chief Boden?

Chief Boden: Yes I am. And are you the birthday girl?

Girl (Charlotte): Yeah.

Chief Boden: And um, what’s your name?

Girl (Charlotte): Charlotte.

Chief Boden: Charlotte. And how old are you, Charlotte?

Girl (Charlotte): 12.

Chief Boden: Well, Charlotte, happy birthday [chuckles]

Girl (Charlotte): Do you recognise me?

Chief Boden: Um, I’m… I’m sorry. No, I don’t.

Girl (Charlotte): 12 years ago today, I was left on the doorstep of

this firehouse. He said you were the fireman

who found me.

Chief Boden: I always wondered what happened to you.

Girl (Charlotte): I was adopted. I live in Indiana now.

Chief Boden: Look at you. Don’t you look great?

Woman 2: She’s always wanted the truth.

Girl (Charlotte): When my mom and dad told me where I came

from, I had to come here.

Chief Boden: And I am very glad that you did.

Girl (Charlotte): Thank you.

Chief Boden: No, thank you, Charlotte. ‘Cause you have made this

Chief… a very happy man today.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay. Here we go.

All: Happy birthday to you; Happy birthday to you; Happy birthday

dear Charlotte; Happy birthday to you.

[applause and cheering]

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: You’ll still pay a $20 bounty on these briefs?

Mouch: If you’re ready to admit they’re yours.

Otis Zvonecek: You wanna know something curious? I looked at

the tag here. Interesting that they’re a Japanese

brand of underwear not sold in the United States.

Japanese. The same language you’ve been

studying.

Mouch: That… that doesn’t…

Otis Zvonecek: Japanese. The same proverbs you’ve been

spouting for weeks, one of which you used to

fleece me out of 20 bones.

Mouch: Fine.

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckles] Thank you… very much.

Mouch: [sighs] Go ahead. Go, tell everyone. Get a good laugh.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, I will. I will.

Mouch: I’ve been dating a Japanese woman. I’m doing everything I

can to impress her, because quite frankly, I’m not getting

any younger. Now, she mailed me the underwear as a gift.

So that’s a good sign, right?

Otis Zvonecek: Wait, wait. Mailed? From where?

Mouch: Well, we’ve been uh… our relationship is, uh… we haven’t

actually met yet.

Otis Zvonecek: An Internet girlfriend.

Mouch: I’ve talked to her on the phone…

Otis Zvonecek: Hmm.

Mouch: A lot.

Otis Zvonecek: Right, right. How much have you spent on her?

Mouch: Eh, not much.

Yeah a little.

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckles]

Mouch: Please don’t bust my balls on this, Otis.

Otis!

cutscene

Chief Boden: Hey, just the man I was coming to find. I don’t know if

you’ve heard, but miraculously, Tara Little has quit the

fire service and recanted her testimony against you.

Kelly Severide: Did she?

Chief Boden: What’d you do?

Kelly Severide: Well, I-I…

Chief Boden: You know what? I’d rather not know.

Kelly Severide: It was on the up-and-up, Chief. I promise you that.

Chief Boden: Kelly. Throughout all this, never doubted you. I want

you to know that. Just had to be a Chief.

Kelly Severide: I know. I appreciate it.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Can we talk?

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Uh, not here.

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Apparently, it happened during a time when your

mom and dad were already separated. Boden

and Ingrid got together, but Boden backed away

as soon as he found out that your dad and mom

might reconcile. And I didn’t know what to do

with the information. And I didn’t think that it

was my place to tell you, so I just sat on it. But

the more I thought about how close you were

getting, the more I thought that maybe I should-I

should just tell you, so…

Peter Mills: Boden and my mom? [sighs]

And you knew about this how long?

Gabby Dawson: Since the big banquet.

Peter Mills: [sighs]

Gabby Dawson: Look, I know I should’ve told you sooner. I know it.

But you have to see it from my point of view.

Peter Mills: Oh, do I? Is that what I need to do, Dawson?

Gabby Dawson: Peter, I’m sorry. If I’d have known you’d have this

kind of reaction, I would’ve just come right home

and told you then.

Peter Mills: But you didn’t, okay?

Gabby Dawson: I didn’t know.

Peter Mills: Yeah. I need to be alone.

[station alarm buzzes & blares]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Building

fire, 3331 West Halsted Road.

Matt Casey: That’s Hallie’s clinic.

[horn honking]

[sirens wailing]

Matt Casey: Oh God.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Kelly Severide: Let’s go! Why aren’t those hydrants open yet?

Christopher Herrmann: We’re gonna need this vented. Get that

aerial to the roof.

Police Officer (Nicole Sermons): My partner, Barnes, he went in

further. He found a woman, but he

couldn’t get to her.

Matt Casey: Hey. Back door is there.

Kelly Severide: Fan out! Look for victims. I’ll stick with Casey.

[coughing]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughs] I couldn’t reach her!

Matt Casey: Where?

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughs]

Matt Casey: Get him out of here!

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughing]

[siren wailing]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [groans]

[ambulance beeping]

[car door shuts]

Kelly Severide: Fire department! Call out!

Matt Casey: Hallie!

[metal cage shaking]

Matt Casey: Hallie!

Chief Boden: (into radio) This is an oven. Everyone out!

[metal clanging]

Mouch: Hallie’s in there.

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Who?

Leslie Shay: His girl.

Matt Casey: Hallie!

Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, where are you?

Matt Casey: No! No! No!

[whimpers & groans]

[wood creaking & splitting]

[explosion]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, where the hell are you?

(into radio) Casey. Casey!

[explosion continues]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Talk to me. Where the hell are you?

Kelly Severide: We got her! We’re coming out!

Chief Boden: [sighs]

Gabby Dawson: Get oxygen on her and into the ambulance now.

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): We’ll lead the way.

Matt Casey: I’m coming.

[ambo door shuts]

[sirens wail]

Matt Casey: [heavy breathing] Breathe, Hallie. Breathe.

Damn it, baby. Breathe.

Come on! Breathe.

Breathe. Damn it, girl.

Breathe.

[ambo door shuts]

[sombre music]

Matt Casey: [sniffles]

[sobbing]

No!

No! [sobs & wails]

- end -

Definitions:

D&D = Drunk and Disorderly

K-12 = Fire/Rescue saw. It can be used for forcible entry, ventilation, USAR (Urban Search and Rescue – technical rescue operation that involves the location, extrication, and initial medical stabilisation of victims trapped in an urban area, namely structural collapse due to natural disasters, mines and collapsed trenches), RIC (Rapid Intervention Crew - team of two or more firefighters dedicated solely to the search and rescue of other firefighters in distress), and vehicle extrication

Sawzall = Term often used to describe any brand of reciprocating saw. These saws cut in a back and forth motion, similar to a handsaw that’s just downed four espressos

EMS Plan 2 = 5 Ambulances, 1 Paramedic Field Chief, 1 Deputy District Chief, 1 Command Van, 1 Triage Van, Media Affairs Unit

SVT = Supraventricular tachycardia (SVT) is a condition where your heart suddenly beats much faster than normal

Cardioverting = An electrical cardioversion is a treatment which aims to get your abnormal heart rhythm (arrhythmia) back to a normal pattern. It’s done by sending controlled electric signals to your heart through electrodes placed on the chest

Adenosine = Used to bring your heart back into a normal rhythm

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One-shot : Baila Baila Baila

Pairing : Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz x Plus Size FemReader

Warnings : Language, Slight Angst, Fluff

Word Count : 2.4k

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

Saying that you were close to explode was a euphemism. You were currently on the phone with the manager of the clothing store you ordered the dress of your dreams for the dance competition that is supposed to take place in less than a week, who was calmly informing you that the delivery wouldn’t make it on time.

“Let me get this one more time. You are telling me that the dress that I ordered, that was supposed be here a week ago is not gonna make it on time and you only tell me this now?! Is this a joke? Because if it is, it’s a horrible one”, you declared frustrated. “I’m really sorry Miss but the there was an incident with the delivery man and their truck caught on fire. The best we could do is lend you the yellow that you tried on.” You sighed, closing your eyes to keep your tears from spilling. “The yellow? The one that makes me look like a life-sized Tweety? Thank you but I’ll pass.” You breathed out heavily, “I’m sorry for my tone but this dress was for a really important event that I’ve been looking for a long time now.”

“I can tell Miss and we’re deeply sorry about it”, declared the manager on the other line. You exchanged for a few more seconds before hanging up and discharged your phone at the other end of the couch. Grabbing a pillow, you plastered it against your face and screamed. A momentarily sense of relieve filled your body and you stood up, grabbed your phone and car keys and made your way to the mall, at the research for another last-minute dress.

Two days before the contest

You arrived early at one of Santo Padre’s local gym and greeted the owner, a long-time friend of yours, who let you train in an isolated room with your dance partner. You made yourself at home, took off your jacket and started to stretch yourself on the floor, like you always did before the start of rehearsals. From the mirror, you saw Frank, your dance partner entering the room and greeted him with a smile. A smile that quickly evaporated once seeing his facial expression. “Hey, is everything ok?”, you asked concerned. “Hi Y/N, yeah I’m fine. Can we sit?”, he motions you but your body tenses. “I’d like to stay up if that’s ok”, you replied to which he nods. “Look Y/N, I know that what I’m gonna do is awful and I feel like an asshole but I can’t dance with you on the competition.” You felt your heart stop and beat frantically at the same time. “What? Why? Do you have an emergency or something?”

He scratches behind his head and says, “No but Tracy and I reconnected and she would like to try again and asked me to be her partner for the contest. You know, we’re professional dancers and this is a lifetime chance to get recruiters to notice us.” You couldn’t believe what was happening and looked at him, open mouth. “Y/N?”, he whispers. You scoff, finally coming back to your senses. “You must be fucking kidding me”, you exclaim, pacing around the room, your hands on your waist. You shook your head violently, not believing it: first the delivery incident, where your custom-made dress burned down like a marshmallow and now your so-called partner leaving you behind for someone else.

You grabbed your things and turned at him, “You know what Franck, you shouldn’t feel like you’re an asshole. You are an asshole!”, before leaving the room.

You spent the rest of day sulking at home, unable to stop crying. You felt awful and decided to pass by the Mayans clubhouse, not in the mood to stay at home. You weren’t really looking for conversations but you wanted animation surround you without taking part of it. You wanted to flee the isolation so badly that you didn’t even take time to eat something first. You arrived at the clubhouse and saw a party blasting inside. Taking advantage of the filled-up place, you sneaked over to the bar and managed to get EZ’s attention. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”, he smiled at you. “How are your teeth so white and perfect?”, you ask him. You knew how observant he was and how easily it would be for him to notice that something was off. Your remark made him smile wider, revealing his perfect dentition even more. You shook your head jokingly, mumbling “Shame” with fake outrage.

EZ’s laugh at your comment caught Coco’s attention and came across you drowning your second shot before taking a gulp of your beer. He immediately noticed that you weren’t ok. The way your shoulders were tense, the way your eyes lost its sparkle, how your wrinkles didn’t retract at the corner of your eyes from genuinely smiling were enough to alarm him. It wasn’t a secret, except for you, that Coco harbored a huge crush on you and got to know you like the palm of his hand. A crush that his friends would tease him about for not asking you out officially. He kept analyzing you before standing up and making his way to you.

You catch Coco’s sight weave out of the bodies in the room and make his way to where you were standing. He plasters himself next to you, his body leaning against the wall, tension float above you. You feel his eyes on your side and turn your head to him. “What?”, you ask him. “You tell me?” He sees your jaw clench and your eyes wetting. You turn your head back upfront, drinking your beer, trying to regain control of your emotions. His fingers grace your hand and the next thing you know is that he’s leading you outside the clubhouse for fresh air. He lets go of your hand and your heart compresses from the deprive of his warmness. He lights up a cigarette and waits until you’re ready to talk. You look around and notice Gilly and Angel’s nosy attention at you and Coco, looking elsewhere when your eyes land on them.

“I’m not doing the contest after all”, you finally break the silence. You didn’t need to look at him to know the frowning and confused expression on his features. “What do you mean you’re not doing the contest? Did they cancel the event?”, he replies. “Nope.”

“Then what?”, he asks. “Franck stood me up for Tracy, so I don’t have a dance partner which means that I can’t compete in it.” You hear him swear under his breath, exhaling the smoke from his nostrils. “What an asshole”, he comments. You chuckle weakly, “Exactly my last words to him.” He shakes his head disgusted. “It is what it is”, you tell him, the sadness painted on your face. “It’s not. You’ve train over a year for this. It can’t just end like this.” You squeezed Coco’s shoulder and shook your head in defeat, “It’s over Coco. I can’t dance alone. Maybe next year.” You turn around ready to leave when his words glue you to the spot. “I’ll dance with you!”

You turn around, furrowed brows, “What?” “I know the dance. I’ve assisted on most of your rehearsals with that douche”, he declared. He saw a spark light your eyes. “Are you for real?”, you ask him. “Let me be your dance partner”, he tries to say it the most nonchalant way possible but his voice flinches the slightest, knowing his words meant more than just be your dance partner. You can’t believe he would actually do this for you. You consider the fact that he did for whatever reason assisted on a large amount of your rehearsals, protesting it was Creeper, your best friend, that asked him to keep an eye on you.

You close the gap between each other and engulf him in your arms, “Thank you so much Coco. You have no idea how important this is for me.” He pats your hair and replies, “I do querida and I want to be part of that moment.” You thank him once more and you both plan on rehearsing the next day.

Later that night, Coco asked Bishop for the next three days to which the president agreed. Saying that the guys didn’t tease him even more was an understatement. “I can’t wait to see our little Coco here swaying his hips to the ritmo del amor”, joked Gilly. “Fuuuuck off”, his brother replied making the other men laugh out loud. “Let’s hope that will give him enough courage to finally ask Y/N out or I will”, commented Angel, smiling wickedly once seeing Coco’s angry gaze on him.

You and Coco spend the following two days practicing non-stop, going over the passages that he still had trouble with. You were stunned at how good he danced, loving discovering that unknown side of him. Your compliments boosted his pride and confidence, catching you by surprise and lifting your leg to his waist at a moment in the song. You squealed a little surprised at his gesture, your breath mixing with his, your faces inches apart. You cleared your throat before gulping. A smirk graces his face content with the effect he has on you. “Ehm wow, eh good. That was great, we should keep it in the routine”, you mumble while disengaging. You kept going on until the day of the contest.

You managed to find a dress that you changed to match with the routine. You were beyond stressed, your heart pumping faster than the Black Eyed Peas could say ‘Pump it’. You get a call which you answered without seeing the name on it. “Yo where are you?”, Coco asks. “I’m on the restroom trying to regain my calm.” As soon as you finish your sentence, he hangs up. You look at the phone and whisper ‘rude’. You were checking if you tied the straps of you heels correctly, when you felt a hand on your bare back.

Lifting up, Coco was standing in front of you. “Coco what are you doing here”, you tell him but he seems lost. You waved a hand in front of him, “Coco? You there?” Submerged by you in that dress, the aura emanating from you, he simply whispered “Wow.” A smile crept his way to your face. “You’re gorgeous”, he tells you more confidently, his eyes on yours. “Thank you. You look very handsome yourself”, you reply and adjust the collar of his shirt.

You both leave the restroom and make your way to the main hall, spotting the Mayans. You greet them and thank them for coming and support you. “Our pleasure”, the men chant. They then turned to Coco and nodded at his color matching suit. “Look at this Lady killer. You’re gonna still all of their hearts”, commented Tranq. “Nah just that one”, added Angel smugly. Coco leave his brothers behind, joining you at the side of the stage’s entrance.

You try to shake off your nervousness by gesticulating your fingers and deep breathing. “I feel like a glowing disco ball with so much highlighter on my face,” you reply making Coco laugh. “Nah Ma, you’re glowing because you’re a diamond.” You gasp, your heart beating harshly, not expecting hearing such a sweet comment from Coco and before you could reply, the host called your number to perform next. “Ready?”, he whispers in your ear. You take a deep breath and smile confidently while approving. “You?” He nods, his smile matching yours. He takes your hand and you both take the pose on the stage.

Your routine begins as soon as the first music notes of Ozuna’s Baila Baila Baila (Remix) with Daddy Yankee’s song are heard. The second the song plays and your eyes land on Coco, the stress and your environment evaporate. The only person counting for you being Coco and vice versa. Your hands circling around your bodies sensually, your steps in sync with the rhythm, your smiles illuminating the room. Everyone could see how much fun you were having. Your energy and the flawlessly executed routine echoed through the room, making the people cheering loudly.

When the song ended and you came back to reality, you and Coco hugged tightly, proud of your performance. Grabbing your hand, he led you to your family and your friends who congratulated you. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around, revealing Franck and Tracy in front of you. “I just came by congratulating you. You made it to the contest after all”, exclaimed Franck. You felt Coco slide beside you. “Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without the best partner anyone could ask for”, you replied, your eyes locked on Coco.

“Beat it”, whispered Angel to Franck who got the clue.

The host called the contestants for the verdict. You and Coco didn’t win the prize but you didn’t care. “I’m sorry it wasn’t enough”, he tells you once outside, taking a smoke. “What? You kidding? It was an amazing experience and I’m really happy I could share it with you. Besides we nailed that dance. Not our fault that those old asses can’t see awesomeness in front of them”, you half-joked. You both laughed until a silence settled down between you. “Coco?”, you whisper. “Yeah?” “Would you like to go on a date with me?”, you free jumped head first, feeling a shiver cross your body. “Only if you go on one with me first”, he replies. Your smile makes his wide and your bodies automatically inch closer one to another. Reducing the gap between you, your lips meet shyly, then sensually, pouring the hidden love that you both shared in a kiss.

“Fucking finally”, you heard one of the Mayans behind you. Coco breaks the kiss, sighing heavily at his brothers’ shenanigans. You both turn to them, their smug faces on display and shake your heads. “I guess I don’t have a shot with Y/N now”, joked Angel to which you frowned. “Keep dreaming”, replied Coco before stealing your breath away in a deep kiss.

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I NEED A PART 2 OF WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TENYA ACCIDENTALLY HURTS YOU WITH HIS QUIRK

hurt with quirk pt 2

masterlist

pt. 1 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt.5

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Izuku Midoriya

---

You dodge, quickly grabbing your phone. You call Mr. Toshinori, All Might.

You lead Izuku outside, hoping that All Might fucking picks up.

He does, thankfully.

"Hey- ah! Mr. All Might, Izuku's trying to hit me! Please come quick!"

the line is silent for a while, and Toshinori asks, "What?"

"Please! The quirk he got makes it so he doesn't-he doesn't recognize me."

"Did he hit you?" He whispers.

"Yeah, but I'll be fine. Please, come quick!"

You can see All Might faintly as your sight goes black.

---

Shoto Torodoki

---

You walk down the hall towards Recovery Girl's office. The burn on your arm still hurt, but not as bad as before.

Granted, it still stung, but not as much as the fact that Shoto was the one who put the burn on you.

And while you knew he didn't mean to, it didn't stop you thinking of his face as he attacked you.

He was...very angry. It terrified you.

He wasn't much for showing emotion, after all.

Didn't stop your arm from hurting like a bitch, though.

You enter Recovery Girl's office.

Time to recover.

---

Katsuki Bakugo

---

Fuck. He didn't mean to hit you.

You stagger back from the hit. Your eyes start watering.

A good part of your face looks burnt.

Katsuki stumbles back, hating what he's done.

He picks you up and rushes you to Recovery Girl, stopping himself from touching you.

He doesn't deserve to touch you, not anymore.

He's sorry.

---

Tenya Iida

---

He pants, the subtle burn still rushing over him.

You look awful, deep scratches all over. You're bleeding...your blood is everywhere.

You're not even conscious anymore.

He knows there's a hospital nearby, and staggers to his feet. His arms shudder as he holds you up.

He begins the trek to the hospital.

It takes a while for both of you to get all fixed up.

His walks into your room, eyes burning with tears.

He didn't mean to. He's sorry.

(request more here)

195 notes • Posted 2021-05-30 19:07:45 GMT

if he gets sick

masterlist

Overhaul/ Chisaki Kai:

- he doesn't get sick, right?

- that's what he tells you

- after he stops denying it, he asks for a mask

- if it's like a cough or something, he'll try to continue work

- overhaul? more like overwork

- make the man go back to bed

- please

- use your puppy eyes or whatever

- but like

- this man is determined

- give him a book or something

- distract him

- cause it's all he'll focus on

- you better help this poor man when he's sick

- soup, blankets, the like

- put hand sanitizer by his bedside

- god, he loves his angel

Hawks / Takami Keigo:

- give him your constant attention

- mans is starved for it

- being sick is just you giving him more attention

- and also cuddles

- he loves you

- so much

- but he wants cuddles

- so he'll get his fucking cuddles

- even if you get sick too

- cause then he can take care of you!

- also

- mans loves your baking

- deny him his chicken nuggies and he'll cry

- a lot

- cuddle him more

- please

- he loves you so much <3

Mr. Compress / Atsuhiro Sako:

- oh, the d r a m a

- he's a grown man, he can take care of himself

- but he has you now

- so he can let you do the work

- he lies on the bed, closing his eyes

- lying in bliss

- any cough, any illness

- he'll suffer through it to be treated like this

- treat him like the angel from heaven he is

- god, he's so pretty

- love him or i will :)

(request more here)

221 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 14:11:41 GMT

hurt with quirk

oh. oh no.

(izuku, shoto, bakugo, iida)

masterlist

pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt.5

read w/ caution babes!

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Izuku Midoriya

---

A new quirk had arrived and Izuku was having trouble "mastering" it. So much, in fact, that he had been staying behind with All Might trying to master it.

He didn't want to hurt anyone, after all.

After the brutal training of his new quirk, he returns back to you.

At least, he tries.

This new quirk has left izuku quite...hazy.

He can hardly tell where he's at, or who's around him.

He knocks on the door, but doesn't recognize you when you answer the door.

"Izuku? What's wrong?"

"Who-who are you? Why are you in my house?"

"Uh...It's me? Your s/o?"

Why didn't he recognize you?

"I don't have an s/o."

And then he attacked. And there was nothing stopping him, either.

Other than the voices in his head.

---

Shoto Torodoki

---

Shoto had been on patrol with his darling father when he had gotten hit with a villain's quirk. Endeavor sent him home, slightly worried about his son.

The villain's quirk made it so he could hardly recognize anyone, so when Endeavor showed up with him, he didn't know who you were.

He thought you were a villain. So he attacked.

"Hello?- Ah!" You leapt out of the way of his flames.

His father grabs him, and he thrashes around.

"Let me go! I have to fight the villain!" He lets around burst of fire towards you, and this time you don't dodge.

You hiss in pain as your arm is burnt.

"Ah-fuck." You sink to the ground, clutching your arm. Shoto pauses as you shudder. He gets out of his father's arms, and walks towards you.

"Y-Y/n? who did this?" He brushes his finger over the burn. You flinch away from him.

"Shoto, come here." His father says. "I think- i think you should go right now."

Shoto looks horrified. And he's not one for showing emotion.

After he leaves, Endeavor asks if you're alright.

"I'll check in with Recovery Girl."

Endeavor nods, and leaves you alone. Probably to check on his son. He wouldn't want his precious successor to be broken, would he?

---

Katsuki Bakugo

---

Katsuki was always careful with you. The fear of perhaps one day hurting you, killing you, was always in the back of his head.

But Katsuki had a mighty quirk, and all mighty things fall .

He was having a shit day. First getting pranked by Kaminari and Kirishima, then not beating Midoriya again, having a pop quiz that was absolutely draining, and now this.

He got locked out of the house. You were home, because your bedroom light was on.

Why won't you let him in?

He knocks on the door over and over, gradually getting more angry.

"Open the door!"

You still don't answer.

He fires up his quirk, readying it at the door.

The minute it goes off, you open the door.

Oh. Oh no.

He's sorry, though it won't be enough.

---

Tenya Iida

---

He was trying something new. Something he wouldn't normally do.

He was going top speed, carrying you around.

Of course, in this story, there might not be a happy ending.

He was so focused on not dropping you he didn't notice he was speeding up.

Or where he was going.

He ran into a tree. Comically, of course.

It hurt like a bitch.

"Tenya-" You called out for him.

He was used to crashing. You weren't.

Fuck.

There were gashes all over your body.

You weren't even conscious anymore.

(request a sequel here)

239 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 23:30:17 GMT

y/n is pillow

lmao thanks for the prompt @kirililbb

It was three hours into the roadtrip when Y/n got really tired. And, by some miracle, they fell asleep, Bakugou’s angry shouting and Mina’s amazing music taste in the background.

It was about two minutes after that when Kirishima noticed they fell asleep. Y/n was laying on top of him, after all. He sat in the middle seat, with Denki and Sero on each side.

“Guys… I think Y/n fell asleep.” He whispers, catching the other’s attention.

“Awww, they must’ve been tired…” Mina turns and smiles fondly.

He shifts and Y/n unconsciously moves closer.

“They’re pretty touch-starved, too. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you cuddling them!! It might help you fall asleep too, boys.” She says.

They blink and look at Y/n’s sleeping face. They seem really peaceful while sleeping, maybe five minutes wouldn’t hurt…

Denki cradles their head while Kirishima wraps his arms around their waist. Sero hugs Y/n’s legs, using them as a stuffed animal.

Eventually, they also fall asleep, slumping over Y/n’s body, soft snores escaping some of them.

Bakugou smirks at the sight when he looks at them in the rearview mirror.

“You owe me 10 bucks. You said they wouldn’t listen to you.”

Mina sighs and rustles through her wallet, giving Bakugou the money with a huff.

“I didn’t think they would! I know they all have a crush on Y/n, but I thought they’d be jealous of each other first! It’s not fair…”

“Too bad, so sad, loser. They’re best friends. They’re not gonna fight each other.

At least, not yet."

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253 notes • Posted 2021-04-23 00:14:48 GMT

bakugo headcanons because <3

- smells like caramel

- hands have callouses cause of his quirk?

- can't hear v well also cause of his quirk

- (quirks can sometimes be detrimental. remember touya?)

- what if his hair is like...soft?

- like how izuku's would be?

- whoa

- avoids holding hands w/ anyone cause he's afraid of activating his quirk

- mans got issues

- first

- the whole LOV thing?

- he don’t trust UA no more

- no more

- and like how he acts?

-he's got some underlying trama there

- give a bitch some therapy

- (therapy arc pls)

- if you ask him to do something he'll do it but but bitch about it the entire time

- like babe take a breather or a walk or something I just asked you to please get the thing on the top shelf

- protective over you

- like he'll kill a man for you if you asked him to

- and if he finds that stupid extra mineta in your fucking room he’s going to commit a violent crime

- in short

- mans is babie for you

281 notes • Posted 2021-04-10 16:10:05 GMT

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His Sunflower 🌻

Disclaimer: Kirishima is my favorite BNHA character. Might add a part 2. Idk yet.

Pairing: ProHero!Eijiro Kirishima x GN!Reader

Featuring: Katsuki Bakugo. Called him Ground Zero for his hero name.

Word Count: 2.7k

Synopsis: You were studying abroad for college in Japan as a chef exploring cuisines. You have seen the duo of Red Riot and Ground Zero on the news and they just happen to be your guests. Since then, Red Riot can’t stop thinking about you.

Quirk: Life Vision. Can view anyone’s internal clock by their wrist.

Warning(s): Possible trigger warning from a previous toxic relationship, otherwise comfort & fluff.

part [1] 2 3

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I worked at a sushi bar in Japan. It was an exhausting shift. I bowed to my superior as my shift ended. I put on my jacket and walked my way home. Drunk people roamed the streets, so I decided to take a short cut through an alleyway to get home. I walked for a few minutes then a man in a red suit was thrown against the wall in front of me. “Oh my—are you okay,” I called out, coughing through the debris. He was grabbing his own shoulders it looked like. His face started to turn purple as he got further pushed in. His internal clock was nearing zero fast. He was dying and I didn’t know why.

I felt around him, and it was a figure who was invisible. I punched as hard as I could to the figure and deactivated his invisibility. The man fell to the ground, unconscious. “Well well. Who are you,” the figure said. I learned jujitsu in high school for self-defense. I charged at him, breaking his ribs, before he got the chance to turn invisible. He fell to the ground and struggled to breathe. “Defending a pro-hero? Fine, you win this round. But I’ll be back. Stronger,” he said as he disappeared.

I turn back to the man. He was wearing a red, tool-like suit, red hair. I performed chest compressions so he could breathe again. After a minute, he caught his breath, grabbing my wrists. “You’re okay,” I comforted. His internal clock restored as I watched his time go up, dramatically. He coughed as he sat up. “I thought I had him. I’m so stupid to be that vulnerable,” he said beating himself up. He punched a hole in the brick wall and looked back over to me. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said as he walked away.

“Wait,” I said. He almost didn’t want to turn back, but he stopped in his tracks and looked back at me. “You will get him next time. I’ll be rooting for you,” I said. He smirked as he left in the opposite direction and flew off into the night sky.

I got to my apartment and laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Did I really save a pro-hero? Was he embarrassed? I felt awful. Of course, I wanted him to win. I couldn’t bear to see someone’s internal clock run down that quickly without me doing anything. It was a reflex.

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The next day, I was scheduled another exhausting shift. However, I was privately scheduled for a party to create a unique sushi experience with some guests. It was a four-top, 2 men and 2 ladies. They take their seats as I prepare their courses. I greet the guests. One of the men looks familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I bow to them and my manager comes in to greet the guests. He seems excited to see them. “Thank you Ground Zero and Red Riot for your service. If there’s anything to make your experience more enjoyable, please let us know,” he said eagerly. Pro-heros. I’m serving pro-heroes. I remembered last night and immediately knew why I recognized that face. I saved Red Riot.

Red Riot pulled out the chair for his lady and so did Ground Zero. “Katsuki, this place looks amazing,” his date said. “All for you, baby girl,” he kissed her on the cheek. I kept my head low as I explained the process of the dinner and asked for their recommendations. Red Riot cocked his head to the side looking at me, but his date would pull his face into hers. I prepared the courses in front of them. Course 1 was a cold appetizer, course 2 was a hot appetizer. The ladies would tease their dates by cleaning off something on their face or random kisses at the table. I tried to not let it bother me. It wasn’t my business. Course 3 was a main course. I could tell that Ground Zero had his hand in his date’s skirt by her facial expressions. Red Riot was constantly showering his date with kisses. I let them enjoy their course, so I left the room.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up a little for the second half of my shift. When I left, I ran into Red Riot. “I’m sorry, chef. Please excuse me. Your food is so fresh and amazing,” he said. I thanked him. “Hey, I was wondering, do I know you from somewhere,” he continued. I simply shook my head ‘no’ and continued to walk back to the kitchen. I came back to the table for course 4, the palate cleanser and course 5 dessert. I got creative and made an interactive dessert for the ladies to enjoy. The ladies would feed their dates berries and lick chocolate off their fingers. It was just too much at this point. Get a room, already. The ladies excused themselves from the table as I was cleaning up my station. Ground Zero followed them, leaving Red Riot alone. He stared at me as I kept my head down. “Wait, it’s you. You were the one that saved me last night,” he said.

“No, sir,” I began, “You must have confused me for someone else.”

“Don’t deny that. I recognize your eyes. I should be thanking you for being there for me. Please tell me your name,” he said.

“I’m (Y/N). I felt bad that you felt vulnerable, so I didn’t want to take the credit for saving you since you’re the one supposed to be protecting me,” I said.

“Don’t you worry. I will beat him and protect you,” he said confidently.

“I know you will,” I reassured him. He smiled and I smiled back. The ladies and Ground Zero came back. Red Riot paid the bill. The men escort the ladies out. Red Riot looks back at me and smiles as he leaves.

I pull through the second half of my shift, but all I could think about was Red Riot. Was it his charm? Was he genuinely concerned for me? I mean, all pro-heroes are like that. Why would he give a civilian any attention when he has a lot to save? I clean up my station and bow to my superior.

Back in the alleyway, I found Red Riot, alone. “(Y/N),” he said as he ran over to me.

“Didn’t you have a date,” I asked.

“Yeah, but apparently she was more interested in Bakugo than me. Gotta love, modern dating, huh,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s alright. Would you want me to walk you home,” he asked willingly.

“S—sure,” I said, “So Red Riot—”

“I should probably introduce myself. I’m Eijiro Kirishima,” he laughed.

“Kirishima,” I continued, “Did you like the sushi?”

“Yes, thank you for an awesome experience, (Y/N),” he smiled. I take out my phone and browse through it. “Oh, sunflowers. Do you like them,” Kirishima looked at my lockscreen.

“Yeah, it’s the only flower that has a heart,” I said.

“Sunflowers have hearts?” he puzzled.

“Well not actually. When the sun is away, sunflowers turn to each other for light. I wish more people would be more open to give and receive light from others,” I smiled.

“I see,” Kirishima said. We arrive at the front entrance of my apartment. “Thanks again for everything,” he said. I smiled and thanked him for walking me home. I got in the elevator and he waved bye to me as it closed the doors.

…………………………………………………………………………

Sunday, the next day, I had the day off, so I decided to hit the gym in the morning. I worked on legs and arms with some cardio. When I was dripping in sweat, I stretched myself out on the mats. “(Y/N),” I heard a voice. It was Kirishima. He had a compression shirt to show off his muscles and loose shorts. “Hey,” I said.

“You’re an early bird too,” he laughed.

“I try to be sometimes,” I chuckled.

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to have breakfast with me. I know this awesome place for omelets,” Kirishima said.

“Just me and you,” I asked.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “If that’s okay with you.”

“S—sure. That—that’d be great,” I stumbled.

“Awesome! I’ll shower up and meet you at the front,” he said. He walked away, fist bumped a guy, and looked back at me and winked. Was he flirting with me?

Both of us showered up and I met him at the entrance. “Would you mind if I drive? I can drop you off back here,” Kirishima said.

“Sure, I guess,” I said. I got into his car and his car was fairly clean compared to other cars that I know.

We arrive at the restaurant. It has a calm atmosphere with waterfalls and foliage. We order some food and some to share. “I hope you’re hungry. I tend to eat a lot after a workout,” he said, bashfully.

We get to know each other a little better knowing our hobbies, interests, and things we like. His laugh was so pure, and I enjoy spending time with him. We parted ways. “Hey, would you mind if I got your number,” he asked. I smiled and gave it to him. “Awesome, I’ll see you around,” he smiled.

After a while, I would look at the news and watch Red Riot defeat villains with Ground Zero. I would smile at the television. I haven’t seen him since the breakfast, but clearly, he’s been busy trying to keep the city safe. I feel my crush getting stronger the more I think about him. No. I can’t let him get to me. My last relationship was too toxic, and I hate that it defers me from something great, but I have to keep my guard up. I started fading in and out of consciousness.

“Hey (Y/N), I’m about to pick up some food. Would you mind if I came over,” he texted me.

“Sure,” I texted him back with my address. About half an hour later, there was a knock at my door. It was him.

“Hi, may I come in?” He had takeout, sunflowers, and taiyaki. I invited him in and he has the biggest smile on his face. “Uh, these are for you. I thought you would appreciate them,” he blushed.

“Thank you Kirishima, you’re so sweet,” I looked for a vase. He saw that I had the news on. “Oh, so I see you were watching me defeat the invisible man with Bakugo,” he said.

“Of course,” I said, “I told you I would support you.” He blushed as he gathered the takeout to the couch. My couch was the ones where you sink into, he didn’t really expect that when he sunk in the middle. I chuckled. “Your couch is so comfy, but I need some help,” he laughed. I helped him up with the food and sat next to him. “Enough of the news, what are you currently watching on Netflix,” he asked.

“I’ve been watching this cooking show, but I’m sure you don’t want to watch that,” I said, embarrassed.

“No, I do! I love food,” he smiled. We ate takeout as we watched my cooking show. He seemed really into it. He had a lot of questions on different cuisines and questioned a lot of American combinations. I offered to clean up our food and enjoy our taiyaki.

“What do you want to watch? We already watched what I wanted to,” I asked. “Well I’m kinda nerdy and watch hero movies,” he said. “I like hero movies,” I smiled.

I chose the movie as I took another bite of the fish pastry and I look over to see him smiling at me. “Is there something on my face,” I said with a mouth full. He laughed. “No—no sorry,” he blushed. I finished my taytaki and so did he. I got us a blanket to share. “I’m sorry that my apartment is cold,” I said.

“Well come here,” he offered his arm around me. My heart stopped as I entered his embrace. I almost wanted to push him away. I know he was being nice to make me warm, but it was almost too overwhelming for me. I tried to hide that I was breathing heavier as my eyes started to water. I started twitching in his arms. “What’s wrong,” he asked with concern. He paused the movie and was all ears. I stood up in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” I said through my tears. “What is it? I want to understand,” he said.

“Eijiro, I don’t know how to think, act, or feel around you. You’ve been so nice to me and when you touch me, it is so comforting where I get overwhelmed because I want trust you. I haven’t felt that way in a long time and I’m sorry,” I vomited. I held my face in my hands in embarrassment, but then I felt his arms around me.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said holding me, “You are strong and full of light. I’m sorry to overwhelm you with so much. And for the record, I can’t stop thinking about you too. You saved my life. You would be a great sidekick, or even a hero.”

I started to tear up more in his arms, and he didn’t let go. He was so soft and warm, regardless of his hardening quirk. “Here, let’s continue this cuddle session on the couch,” he offered. We plopped on the couch and he started to laugh. “You know,” he began, “This is gonna sound weird, but you cry pretty. Most people I know cry ugly like this,” he wailed. I laughed through my tears. “There’s a smile,” he blushed. He resumes the movie, and he adjusts me to where I am on top of him.

His heartbeat was calm and content. I looked up at him and he looked down to me and smiled. I smiled back and put my head back on his chest. I started to fall asleep to the symphonies of his breathing.

Half asleep, I look up at Kirishima and he’s asleep to the credits rolling. I get up slowly off of him, which awakens him. “Looks like we both fell asleep,” he yawned.

“Yeah,” I laughed, “Would you like to stay the night,” I asked. Still half asleep he said, “Sure.”

He stood up and gave me a hug. In the hug, he cupped my face towards his and lightly kissed me. Initially, we smiled, but came to realization on what happened. “I’m sorry. That was too forward of me,” he whispered. I kissed him back and he didn’t want me to stop. “Now, we’re even,” I whispered back. Kirishima pulled me into an embrace kissing me softly. Our kiss turned slow and passionate. He lifted me from my waist and carried me into my room. We laid on the bed as our kiss deepens. He pulls away and smiles. He lightly traces my face. “So beautiful,” he said softly. I blush into his hands. We both cuddle each other and fall asleep.

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The next morning, I reach out for Kirishima, but then wake up to the smells of breakfast. I walk over to my kitchen to see him making breakfast. “Hey, you’re awake. I hope you don’t mind. I made breakfast. That cooking show got me inspired,” he smiled. I laughed as I helped him set the table. We exchanged looks as we took our first bites. “Did you sleep okay,” I asked.

“Like a rock,” he said, “You kinda wiggle your nose a little when you sleep. I thought it was cute.”

Kirishima gets a phone call from Bakugo. “Excuse me,” he said. After a few seconds, his face turned serious and hung up the phone. “Hey, uh, I gotta go. But I hope you enjoy breakfast and I’ll text you later, okay,” he kissed me on the forehead and bolted out the door.

I turned on the news and there was a villain holding a child hostage. Ground Zero and Red Riot showed up at the scene to save the child. “I’m here to support you,” I said eating breakfast and watching the news. After a heated battle, the pro-heroes returned the child to their parents. Red Riot turns to the media and points at the camera. “You’re my sunflower,” he says.

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Here, With You | Kelly Severide

Summary: You're a firefighter at Firehouse 51. You are a member of Truck 81. At the call you got injured with Kelly, your fiance.

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader.

Warnings: Injures, accident.

Author's note: It's pretty long one?? Requests are open.

Firehouse 51. The most loving, caring and knowing firehouse in Chicago you can say. Working here was the best part of your life, including your relationship with lieutenant Kelly. Those years you have been working there were just amazing as you can tell.

Day started as usual, no calls, most of the squad and truck, hanging out in the break room. The atmosphere was clear, fortunately there were no dramas that day.

You made your walk through the kitches, it was your day at cooking, which you loved. Everyone in 51 knew your hobby and passion, that's why Herrmann decided to give you a part time job at Molly's. There was something about this place, the whole idea, people CPD, CFD and Med were there almost every night, trying their favorite drinks, your food and just spending time with colleagues, closest friends and loves.

That's where you and Kelly made a step in your friendship. You met 7 years ago, when you started working at 51 as paramedic. It was only a temporary, since you knew that your dream job is being a firefighter. Your childhood was mostly based on making a fake fire, smoke, because you loved when you could help your mom or any member from your family when it was a fire in the house, not real of course. And the day came. After 1 year being in Ambo 61 with your best friend, Gabby, it was your time to shine. You joined the academy with her, which only made things better for you and your friendship. You graduated and since then, you're an official member of Truck 81. You loved your job.

Kelly was always around you. Since he and Gabby lost Leslie, he felt like he need to make a promise. He promised himself that no matter what, he will always protect you. Since he first saw you, the look in your eyes wes telling him that you need someone by your side. And that's when it all started. At the beginning it was simple. He cared about you a lot, he always asked you after a call if everything is alright, if you need anything, which made you feel loved. You missed that feeling.

One night at Molly's things went too far you can say. It was a day before your birthday, so you wanted to have fun. A lot of fun. You invited all your colleagues and of course Kelly. For couple of days at this time he was so nervous, acting weird around you, so you thought he need some relax and fun. It was a good time occasion.

"Hey, you want another?" Herrmann asked you. To be honest, it was a very difficult job to make you drunk, so you ordered next one. And next. And couple more.

"I think you had enough Y/N" Kelly took the beer from your hand, laughing at your actions.

"No, no, no Kelly. Definitely no. You need to have more, you need to have fun, pleaseeee! It's like the first time in year when we actually can drink more, because there's no work tomorrow" you took it back and drink almost half of it.

"Ok. But you're not getting drunk here alone. Let's go to my place, I have your favorite wine and beer." as he finished, you were already in his arms. His hand on your waist, making your way through the exit. You really wanted to go there by your own, but it was too much.

"See, I could go alone Kelly. You don't need to check on me when we're not in work." you smirked.

"That's the point my love. I'll care about you till the end of world and one day after." you look at him confused. Did he just called you his love? Or was it just your imagination witch damage after too many beers.

"And who had too much alcohol tonight Kelly?" he didn't respond.

The ride was wild you can say. He decided to take a longer way, because he wanted you to feel a little bit better, to wipe that alcohol out of your system. You sang your favorite songs, which made him laugh. He loved your voice, even drunk.

That night was memorable. He kissed you out of the blow, but you enjoyed it. You wanted that for so long. The priority was to remember about that night, even half of it and you did it. Couple of more nights like this, dates, drinks at Molly's.

And there you are. Engaged to your best friend. Your soulmate, a better half.

"Y/N? Can we speak in private?" he asked. You just finished cooking when you saw Kelly, walking to you with something in his hand.

"What have I done this time?" you laughed, joining him in his office.

"Why didn't you tell me about the meeting with my father? Are you out of your mind?" so that was the problem. You looked at him and sighed.

"I didn't mean to- I wanted to tell you, but it was already too late. He asked me to meet him few days ago and I thought that will be the best opportunity to invite him to our wedding. It's your dad Kelly"

"And why now he is trying to reach me by the mails, calls and even letters? I told you that I'll speak to him in right time!" that conversation went definitely too far you felt.

"Enough Kelly! I just wanted to do something good, to invite your damn father to see his son at the end of the aisle, because it's a one time thing and you're making me feel guilty about this? You know I didn't mean to hurt you, but you-"

"Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambo 61, Battalion 25 the old-" you didn't need to listen the rest. You went out of his office and made your way to the Truck.

After few minutes, all of the members of 51 were on the scene. It was a big fire at the old factory.

"Y/L/N, Borrelli, with me" Casey yelled. You masked up before you went in. You know that it was to difficult to handle that fire with only one firehouse, so when you heard Boden voice, calling for backup, you sighed in relief. Now, the only thing you needed to focus at, was to get as many people as you can and walk them out of this place.

You took 2 womens with you, it wasn't that bad you thought. When you came back, the smoke was dark and you couldn't see anything. You made few steps in the right.

"Fire department, call out!" you yelled. Casey was right behind you, saying that he's going to the left. Before, you heard few screams, that's why you decided to go back in there and find those people. They still could be alive.

"H-help!" you heard. You made your way to a women, who was trapped. She had a really bad head injury. You knew it was her final call.

"Hey, you're gonna be okay. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere!" you told her and kneeled in front of her. You took her hand and she looked at you. Then she closed her eyes.

Checking her pulse, you felt a sharp pain at your shoulder. You hit yourself when you were standing up.

Your vision get blurred more than it already was. You took your mask off to see if there's anyone else, or Casey, to reach his help. It was your biggest mistake. Unfortunately, your mask fell out of your hands and broke.

"Mayday, Mayday! I need some help in block C! My mask is destroyed, I'm out of my oxygen." you coughed.

Kelly was already outside, looking out for you. When he heard your voice, his heart just broke.

"Chief, I'll go!" he yelled. He didn't even wait for a response, he just stormed out to that building.

He was looking out for you for almost 3 minutes, which was a long way, when you are dealing with fire, smoke and no oxygen. When he found you, he thought it was too late. You were laying, coughing, in pretty bad shape.

"Hey! Y/N! Come on, we need to get out of here!"

"I- I can't Kelly, I- My leg, is trapped." he looked down at your body, searching for an injuries. You were right, your leg was trapped and he knew that he'll need more help.

"Breath baby, just keep breathing, everything is going to be alright" he kneeled at your side and gave you his mask.

"What a funny story" you coughed. "I just said those words to a woman and she died" you cried. The pain was awful, you felt this sharp pain at your shoulder, your chest was getting heavier and the leg wasn't helping. The only thing what was keeping you alive was the water, streaming on your side.

"You're not dying, you hear me? Don't you dare die on me" he was trying to pull you out, but when he realised that he can't do it, he immediately called for backup.

"What is that?" you asked. Something was making noises and you couldn't focus on what is causing it.

"Oh god no. No, no, no! My oxygen is out, shit!" he yelled. "Chief, where is the backup, my oxygen is out, we don't have much time!"

"Kelly, hey, look at me." you whispered. He was so scared, like never.

"We're gonna be fine, just please breath" he cried. You took his hand and kissed it. He lied down, to get closer to water. Now, you were face to face.

"I love you Kelly. They were right about "Till the death do us apart", they were so right"

"Shut up Y/N, we didn't even get a chance to say those words yet." he nervously laughed. "You're gonna be fine and you'll say it to me in the church, in this beautiful white dress, you hear me? They're coming and they'll find us."

You were out of you breath, laying there unconscious, Kelly was holding your hand with eyes closed.

"Y/N? Hey, Y/N?" he immediately stood up and check out your pulse. There was no pulse. "No, no, no, c'mon Y/N, you can't leave me!" he was yelling.

"Y/L/N! Severide! Call out!" it was Casey. They found you.

"In here, we need get her out of here, she's not breathing" Casey took you by your legs and Severide by hands. They were almost running with you in their arms. Brett and Dawson were ready to take you from them.

"Start compressions." Gabby said. He felt like his whole world was falling apart. Casey was holding him by his arm, to make sure he won't fall. "Okay, we got the pulse, we're going to Med. Severide?" Brett asked.

"Yeah, I'm going with you." he wiped off his face from tears. You needed to be alright.

•

It's been almost 5 hours since they brought you to Med. Whole 51 was sitting in waiting room with Kelly to help him get through this time and to get news about you.

"Any family member of Y/N Y/L/N?" the nurse asked.

"I'm her fiance" he answered.

"Doctor Will Halstead is waiting for you" he followed her into break room. He was so scared to hear news about you.

"Hey, Kelly. I'm so sorry about what happened, are you okay?" he hugged him.

"Hey, yeah. I'm good. They give ne oxygen, took my blood for some tests, everything is good, my lungs are clear. How's Y/N, please tell me she's okay?"

"She's stable. She had a surgery for her open break in the leg, but everything is okay now. We're giving her oxygen and for now, we're keeping her in coma."

"But- but she wasn't breathing for couple of minutes, is there any chance that it caused something?"

"It's hard to say Kelly. We need to wait till she wakes up" he gave him a weak smile. "You can go and see her, I'll tell your team about her condition."

There you were. Laying in bed, unconscious, but alive. You were so strong, Kelly knew that. You showed him this so many times, but today it was something different. He almost lost you and it almost killed him.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. This shouldn't have happened to you. I love you baby and I'll always be by your side." he cried in his hands.

"I know you will" this whispered make his heart stop.

"You're awake, baby. I love you so much, this argument shouldn't have happened, it's all my fault"

"Shhh, can you? Can you just lay here with me? he stood up and layed by her side. Just the two of them, reunited. Full of love.

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