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Poisonously Bad Day

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: Just before your anniversary with Tim, you receive threatening messages. When someone tries to take your life, you and Tim learn the importance of talking to one another. (Or, Tim's crazy ex stalks you and Tim gets really worried about you.)

Warnings: reader is stalked and threatened, violence with a nail gun, reader has severe food allergies and uses an epi-pen, a little bit of grumpy x sunshine with our favorite grump, angst to fluff & hurt/comfort

Word Count: 4.1k+ words

A/N: I do not have much practice writing for Tim, so I apologize if he's OOC. However, I really love writing for him and trying to capture his amazing character, so I love the practice and appreciate any other requests you send me! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍

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Tim Bradford doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Or he didn’t before he met you. Your sunny personality drew him in, making his world a little brighter. From the moment he met you a few months ago, Tim has been enraptured by you. He’s still grumpy; his personality didn’t change overnight upon meeting you, but your sweet laugh and kind responses to his grumpiness make him happy. His smile isn’t as rare as it once was, but you still fight to see it, bringing as much sunshine as possible.

As your two-month anniversary approaches, you’re happier and giddier than usual. Toning it down as you knock on Tim’s door, you’re surprised to see him already smiling when he invites you in. It seems you’re rubbing off on him, even if he only shows you the softness that lies under the grumpy Tim you know and love. Although your relationship is very new, you haven’t even learned much about Tim’s previous relationships, you know you love him and treasure every moment you spend with your man of honor.

“Hey, you,” Tim mumbles, pulling you into a warm hug. “Missed you.”

“Long day?” you ask, pushing your fingers through his hair.

“Unbelievably. Nolan and Lopez decided to interrogate me about why I was in a ‘good mood’ all day.”

You stifle a laugh at Tim’s air quotes. He rolls his eyes when he sees your bright smile but pulls you into the kitchen anyway.

“I didn’t even know you could smile,” you tease him. “Now I want to know what caused the good mood.”

“I think you know.”

Despite his initial hesitance in getting close to you, Tim obviously knows how to treat you right and make you feel seen, appreciated, beautiful, and loved. Each moment you spend with him makes you a little more curious as to why no one has snatched him up yet. Yes, he’s grumpy, but he’s also just a big teddy bear underneath if you’re willing to dig.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim usually walks you home after dates, but he gets called into work, so you return alone. There is a small envelope slipped in the space between your door and the jamb, and you decide to open it before going inside.

The simple message reading ‘Back Off’ doesn’t give much information, so you shrug as you unlock the door. It’s probably just some kids messing around or a silly prank that ended up at the wrong house.

As soon as you lock the door behind you, your phone rings.

“Hello,” you greet cheerfully.

The line is silent for a few seconds before it beeps, disconnected from the other end.

“Wrong number,” you hum to yourself as you walk away from the phone.

When it rings again, you don’t answer. Your cell phone rings, a rare picture of Tim smiling (that he will delete as soon as he finds it) lighting up your screen as you race to answer it.

“Hey,” you say.

“I called your house a second ago, are you home yet?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, someone called right before with a wrong number, and I thought it was them again.”

Tim hums before telling you he wouldn’t be at work as long as he thought; he just needed to help with some paperwork before a case went to court.

“I can get reservations for next weekend if you’re still okay with my restaurant choice.”

You smile at Tim’s willingness to let you choose before assuring him that you only want to be with him, but you like the food there, too, so it’s a win-win.

After Tim hangs up, you fall asleep, forgetting about the note and the phone call.

✯✯✯✯✯

Someone knocks on your door as you exit your bedroom the following morning. You locate a bathrobe, pulling it over your pajamas before opening the door. Another envelope is on your mat, but no one is in sight.

The message in this one is a bit more concerning. The message, typed in a plain black font, reads: ‘I will KILL you to take him back.’

You consider calling Tim, asking him if he knows of any pranks like this going on in the neighborhood before deciding he’s probably too busy with real police work. Maybe you’re just paranoid.

Your cell phone rings, and you answer quickly, silencing when the only noise on the other end is distorted breathing. After they hang up, your thumb hovers over Tim’s number. 

“Grow up,” you chide yourself before returning to your room to get ready.

✯✯✯✯✯

Throughout the day, more creepy phone calls are made to your cell phone until you finally turn it off. When you meet Tim for lunch, he asks if you got the message he sent you, and you tell him a white lie: too many telemarketers were calling, and you turned it off. He nods, but his gaze is intense like he doesn’t quite believe you.

✯✯✯✯✯

After three days of phone calls with nothing but breathing and more notes about someone killing you to get whoever him is back from you, you’re tired. However, the morning goes by with no calls, and you think maybe whatever it was is finally over. When you walk out to your car, you freeze in the driveway and nearly drop everything you’re holding. 

Someone has slashed your tire and put a large building nail through it to attach a note.

You are next.

Up to this point, you’ve been more agitated than anything, but now you’re scared. Whoever this is has been close to you and knows when you come and go. But, at the same time, it’s just some notes and phone calls, not like you’re in any immediate danger.

Your phone buzzes, and you jump, an incoming text from Tim startling you. You reply to his message quickly, telling him you ran over a nail at some point and won’t be able to meet him for lunch. Seconds after pressing send, he calls you.

“Morning,” you answer, staring at the nail in your tire.

“Are you alright?” he asks, ignoring your nice greeting.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m still at home, just noticed the tire.”

“I can come pick you up for lunch,” he offers. “Or come see you.”

“It’s completely out of the way, Tim, no worries. I’ll make up for it tomorrow?”

Tim doesn’t speak for a moment, and you can nearly see the crease on his forehead as he dissects your answers.

“Sure,” he says finally. “Call me if that changes.”

As he ends the call, he rubs his chin and decides to ask you what’s going on next time he sees you. You had been so happy and excited leading up to your anniversary, but it’s like a switch was flipped in you, and now you don’t want to talk to him. He believes you about the tire, but something else is bothering you, and he intends to find out what.

✯✯✯✯✯

Eating lunch at your desk, someone brings you a box from your favorite bakery.

“This was delivered to the front desk,” your coworker says, leaving it with you.

There are no names on it, but Tim is one of very few people who knows how much you like their treats. He also knows that you have severe food allergies, and it is one of the few bakeries in Los Angeles that happily works around them. Smiling at the idea of Tim sending you something after your rough morning, you open the box and take one of the goodies out.

After the third or fourth bite, you realize something is really wrong. As your throat closes, you start to panic as you dig through your bag for your epi-pen. One of the girls at a desk near you sees you and rushes to your aid, pulling your spare epi-pen from the communal snack area and inserting the tip into your leg as she yells for someone else to call 911.

The adrenaline surges into you, clearing your throat as you take a deep breath. Immediately, you know that whoever slashed your tires knows more than where you live and when you leave.

✯✯✯✯✯

The hospital is busy, and people are in and out of your room so frequently that you can barely think straight. You hear someone yell your name, recognizing Tim’s voice anywhere. He appears in the doorway a moment later, wide-eyed as he looks you over.

“I completely forgot I put you as my emergency contact. I’m so sorry,” you apologize lowly.

“What happened?” he asks, his voice softer than it was outside as he nears your side.

“I- I ate something and forgot to check the ingredients. Then I couldn’t find my epi-pen.”

Tim knows you always check the ingredients; your allergies dictate part of your life. If you didn’t make it or order it after inquiring about its ingredients or how it’s made, you don’t eat it. 

“How are you feeling now?” Tim asks, deciding it’s not the best time to press for the truth. His hand lands on your leg, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

“I’m okay. My chest is still a little tight but they gave me something for it.”

“Let me call my chief and I’ll take the rest of the day off so I can take you home,” he offers.

“No, don’t do that, Tim. One of my coworkers can give me a ride home so you can go back to work.”

“I don’t think you should be alone.”

“The medicine is working, I just have to give it time and take it easy for a few hours. I promise I will be fine.”

Tim nods, squeezing your hand before kissing your forehead. “If you need anything, call me.”

You nod, watching him go. The feeling of his hand on yours is still there, and you feel terrible for lying to him, but there’s no real evidence that someone is trying to hurt you. Maybe someone was trying to be kind with the treats and didn’t know about your allergies.

Even as you think it, you realize it sounds ridiculous. You’re in danger, and you’re going to have to tell someone eventually.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your coworker drops you off after you insist you can walk to the door alone. Mostly, you don’t want her to see the giant nail in your tire.

Worse, you realize, is the other one. You slow when you see your front door, with a six-inch building nail driven into it. It’s nearly level with your eyes, and a disgusting mix of red and brown paint covers the door below it. A replica of a murder scene, you presume.

Finally understanding that every little thing over the last few days has been a threat, you don’t feel safe alone in your house. Stepping back, you prepare to call Tim.

Before you can, you see a woman standing in your driveway, staring at you with a nail gun and a paintbrush hanging from her hand.

“Who are you?” you ask quietly, swallowing as you try to steady your voice.

“I’m the one that Tim Bradford is supposed to be with,” she answers, slowly moving toward you. “Everyone could see how good we were together. Then you showed up and he changed his mind about me. Whatever you did to get him away from me… I will do so much more to you.”

You step backward as she speaks, fumbling with your keys behind your back. Just as she reaches the front of your porch, you step inside quickly and slam the door, locking it and looking around frantically for something you can use as a weapon. It gets quiet outside, not even a footstep audible as you hold your breath to listen.

A key slides easily into your lock, and you scramble into the kitchen, loosening your grip on your stuff to grab a knife on your way to the bathroom, one of the only doors that lock. The front door closes and locks, her easy footsteps far too familiar with the layout of your home.

Reaching for your phone to call for help, you realize that you dropped your phone to get the knife. You stand in front of the bathtub, terrified as you raise the knife in front of your chest. 

After a moment of silence that seems to last an eternity, the doorknob jiggles. You tighten your grip on the knife handle as she hums. 

A nail shoots through the lock, lodging in the metal mechanisms, and you back up until your calves are pressed to the cool side of the tub. Another nail comes through the door, launching through the hollow wood and lodging into the tile on the wall behind you. You drop your head as the tile shatters, and a third nail follows quickly, her aim much lower as it hooks your pants, pinning you to the porcelain behind you. You rip your leg free, stepping away from the tub and failing to notice the stinging sensation or the blood trickling down your ankle as you climb into the tub, hoping it offers enough protection.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim clenches his jaw when his third call to you goes unanswered. You promised to keep him updated after the anaphylaxis scare, but it’s been a couple hours since he left you in the hospital, and he hasn't heard a thing.

“Tim, just go,” Angela says, a knowing look on her face. “You won’t be able to focus until you know they’re okay. Unless you’re finally willing to tell me who brought a little sunshine to Timothy Bradford’s cloudy skies,” she taunts at the end.

Tim lets out a soft “hmm,” accepting her offer and gathering his things from the edge of her desk.

“She must be important,” Angela calls behind him, smirking to herself when he doesn’t correct her.

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Your breaths are loud and shaky even as you focus on controlling them. Several more clicks are heard from the nail gun, and you flinch each time, curling further into the bathtub. A loud screech draws your attention, a second nail dislodging the knob and the lock before the door opens.

You take your chance, hoping to surprise her as you jump toward her, knocking her to the floor and using both hands to point the nail gun away from you. She tries to roll out from under you, squeezing the trigger and firing a nail into the ceiling as she does. A small shower of drywall dust coats the room, but you keep your head down, entirely focused on keeping her at arm’s length.

“When it ends – when you end – I get him back!” she grunts, twisting in your grasp.

The sharper end of the paintbrush she had earlier is pushed into your side, and you gasp, loosening your grip on the nail gun. She raises it quickly as she tilts to the side, dumping you onto the floor and taking the upper hand. A nail is fired beside your head, momentarily deafening you as you flinch away from it.

You are unsure if she said him or Tim, but you think she means the same either way. Tim is the only thing you can think of that someone might want to take back from you.

“Isn’t that his choice?” you ask, pushing her hands away from you as she gets angrier.

She drops the paintbrush before using both hands to push the nail gun toward your forehead. You raise your legs, kicking her forward and over your head. As she topples, she squeezes the trigger multiple times. After the last firing sound, you open your eyes and notice a nail holding your shirt to the floor.

When you hear her groan behind you, you reach over until you feel the metal trash can beside your toilet, raising it over your head and dropping it aimlessly.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim has dozens of questions he wants to ask, but as he races to your house, they slowly fade into two: are you safe, and how can he make you see that telling him everything will benefit you both? He knows he doesn’t always seem like the best listener and isn’t big on sharing, but he wants to know what is happening in your life, what you’re feeling, and what you’re dealing with. More than that, he wants to be at your side, helping you navigate a life with him.

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The door opens with a loud bang, causing you to flinch. You attempt to sit up before yelping in pain when something tugs your side. Someone is running through your house, and you’re torn between yelling for help or staying silent in case she wasn’t working alone.

Tim yells your name, and you sigh before answering, “In the bathroom.”

✯✯✯✯✯

When Tim turns into your driveway, blocking the sidewalk as he parks behind your car, he sees the oversized nail protruding from your tire. Walking past it, he knows that wasn’t accidental, nor was the slash below it.

Worried about you and racking his brain over who would do something like that to you, he sees the scene on your door and kicks it open before he even thinks to knock.

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Tim stops in the hallway, his eyes raking over the nails lining the door and the few stray ones in the wall across the hallway. It appears that most of the attack was aimed at the bathroom, but whatever happened escalated quickly.

Using his shoulder, he forcefully opens the door before entering the small bathroom. He steps over your unconscious assailant, lowering to his knee beside you. Looking over you, he lays a hand on the side of your neck, a warm and welcome comfort as he directs you to look at him.

You try to move closer to him, but he rushes to stop you.

“Don’t. Don’t move. The ambulance and more help are on the way, let’s just wait for them,” he says.

You nod, trusting him but unsure why he won’t let you move.

“Is she…” you ask, trailing off.

“She’s unconscious,” Tim answers concisely. “What’d you hit her with?”

“The trashcan,” you answer, a small smile appearing and making Tim shake his head.

“I should get one of those,” Tim jokes, leaning toward you.

Sirens grow louder as they get closer, and Tim sighs in relief.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “I can’t ask what happened yet, that’s for the next cop. But as your boyfriend, are you okay?”

“I am now,” you answer, raising your hand to lay over his on your jaw.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Do you know who she is?” the officer asks as the EMT sits beside you.

“No,” you answer. “I’ve been getting phone calls and messages for a few days, but I’ve never seen her before.”

“I have,” Tim interjects, shaking his head at you before supplying a name. “My ex.”

“Any idea as to why she attacked you?” the officer asks, glancing toward Tim.

“Sergeant Bradford, I presume. She said she’d kill me to get him back, but never said who him was,” you answer.

Tim nods, lowering his voice to explain something to the officer as the EMT asks questions about how you feel.

You sigh in relief as the paramedics carry Tim’s unconscious ex out, gripping Tim’s hand as he moves to your side again.

“This is going to hurt, I’m sorry,” the kind EMT says.

Tim moves his fingers, letting you squeeze him as much as you need.

“The nail caught some of your skin, but I’m going to try to go fast to minimize the pain.”

Understanding why it hurt to sit up before, you focus on Tim’s hand in yours rather than the hands on your torso, working to free you from the bathroom floor and stop the bleeding.

“All done,” the EMT announces. “You didn’t even flinch. We’ll get you to the hospital and let the doctors check everything.”

You sit up with Tim’s help, leaning against him as a temporary bandage is placed on your side. Looking around your destroyed bathroom, you move closer to Tim, grateful for him.

“Your ex is crazy,” you mumble against his shoulder.

Tim laughs, and it's a short but relieved noise accompanying his arm across your back, keeping you close and comforted.

“We’ll fix the bathroom later,” he promises.

You tilt your head and furrow your brows, prompting Tim to kiss the crease between them. “You’re not coming back here for a few days. Don’t give me that look.”

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Leaving the hospital, Tim lifts you from the wheelchair, staring at you when you grab his shoulders.

“I can walk, Tim,” you remind him.

He doesn’t listen or doesn’t care, taking the last few steps to the passenger seat and setting you down before buckling your seat belt, mindful of your bandaged side. He carries you into his house, grabbing some of your favorite snacks and drinks before sitting beside you and welcoming you into his arms. He’s quiet, but you’ve grown to understand Tim’s different silences better than most people’s words.

Right now, he’s relieved, but you’re sure he has a lot of questions, too. Getting him to ask them is the hard part.

“Have any other exes I should know about?” you ask after a few minutes.

“Hmm.” He raises his fingers as he nods and shakes his head, a playful ‘debate’ over who is worthy of being mentioned. Lowering his hands and giving you a sincere look, he says, “No, I don’t think so. And I’m sorry I didn’t mention her, I never expected she’d do something like this.”

You nod, though you never considered blaming him for something so completely out of his control. This is all on her, and she’ll have a chance to explain herself.

“Think I’d be a crazy ex?”

“You won’t be an ex at all,” Tim answers, tugging you closer against his chest.

Turning toward him, you trace your finger in small shapes over his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tim asks gently.

You shrug. “I didn’t know how. And it wasn’t that bad at first.”

“You have to tell me these things or I don’t know something is wrong, I can’t help.”

“But you get grumpy,” you reply with an exaggerated pout.

Tim proves you right, grumbling even as he kisses you. “I’m allowed to be grumpy when someone is hurting the woman I love.”

You sit up quickly, and Tim’s eyes widen, his hands raising to your side as he grows concerned that you hurt yourself.

“You love me?”

Tim shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he mutters, “Against my better judgment, yes.”

You giggle at his grumpiness, leaning back into his side. He pulls your legs across his lap, letting you curl completely into his side. Toying with the hem of his your borrowed sweatpants, Tim lets his mind wander before tracing a gentle finger around the bandage on your ankle.

“Tickles,” you argue when you yank your leg away from him.

Tim pulls your leg back down, pointing out, “I deserve a few tickles after the week you put me through.”

“I was poisoned, and you had a bad week?” you repeat.

“I knew you were lying, you lying liar that lies!”

You duck your head at the reminder of everything you kept from Tim over the last few days. The anniversary you were so excited about now seems tainted.

“Hey,” Tim whispers, drawing your attention. “I’m not mad at you. And whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’m right here.”

“I don’t even know how she found out about the allergies,” you mumble.

“That’s probably my fault. I have notes and epi-pens everywhere, so if she was close enough to do this to you, she was close enough to find any of my stuff laying around.”

You shiver at the idea of her going through your things, but Tim’s hand rubs down your back and chases those thoughts away.

Taking his invitation, you start at the beginning and tell him about the notes, the phone calls, the bakery box, and how the little, seemingly harmless notes progressed so quickly. He grows grumpier with each word, so you determine you may need to make the ending a bit more interesting for him.

“And then my knight in shining armor showed up and saved the day,” you finish, kissing his cheek. “He’s just a grumpy teddy bear.”

Tim pulls you closer, glad to have your company again. “Tell me things and I’ll be even more of a teddy bear.”

You smile excitedly, so Tim clarifies, “Only for you.”

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First Huge Fight Pt 2

Summary: Jake and Y/N have their first big fight. Hurtful things are said and regretted. Can they make up before it is too late? Or will the Seresin-Bradshaw household be turned upside down?

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, bruising, blood, car crash, inaccurate medical talk, swearing, hospitals

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Our Little Girl

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

She comes to when she hears someone opening the door but doesn't pay attention to it. Her eyes are barely open. The storm had stopped but everything was still wet.

"Hey, Sweetie. I'm Rachel. Can you tell me your name?" Y/N heard and tried to turn her head "No honey don't turn your head." Rachel said while keeping her neck straight.

"Y/N." She replied though her words were slurring and another stream of tears started falling. "Want my dads." She said as her eyes started to feel heavy.

"No, don't close your eyes." Rachel said but the girl didn't answer. She got her phone out and started dialing 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"Hi, yes my name is Dr. Rachel Hayes, head doctor at Miramar Navy Hospital. I'm at the scene of a head-on accident and need two ambulances."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not hurt. I'm with a young lady about 17 years old, who has a large gash on her head and slurring her words and trying to close her eyes and was unconscious when I came to check on her."

"Is she breathing?"

"Yes she is breathing but it's very shallow and her heart rate is very low."

"You mentioned another car. Is the other drive ok?"

"The other driver seems to be ok but is drunk and unconscious."

"Help is on the way."

"Thank you."

"Hey there sweetie. Help is on the way. Ok?" Rachel said but got no response but instead got a cough and blood spewing out onto what was left of the windshield and started to run down her chin as a response. Rachel knew that wasn't good. Finally, she heard sirens. One ambulance pulled up to where Y/N was. They came over and assessed the scene and Rachel told them everything as one of them took Rachel's place. Y/N jumped at feeling new hands on her. "Hey it's ok they're here to help you." Rachel soothed not wanting to let the girl out of her sight and that made Y/N relax. "Take her to Miramar Navy Hospital. I'm going to go ahead and meet you there." Rachel said already wanted to be her doctor and she had a feeling she knew this kid. "I'm going to meet you at the hospital ok?" She said touching Y/N but not getting a response.

"Hey Y/N I'm Kendall and this is Jackson and Lydia we're going to help you. We're going to move you now, ok? Jackson start an IV." Everything was a blur and sounded underwater so she really didn't pay attention until the pinch of the IV and that caused her heart rate to pick up but went back to being slow. Then she was moving. Why was she moving? She wants to scream out in pain but nothing comes out, only a small whimper. "It's ok. We got you." Then she felt something soft and everything started to fade out. "Lydia we're losing her start pushing fluids and a round of epi." Lydia did as she was told and Y/N slowly started to come back. They got her into the ambulance and Jackson took the driver's seat. Everything was underwater and she just went to her happy place.

They arrived at the hospital in just 5 minutes and Dr. Rachel Hayes was there greeting them in her Navy-issued scrubs "What information did you get on her?" She asked as they wheeled Y/N into one of the trauma rooms followed by two nurses.

"Her name is Y/N Carole Bradshaw-Seresin. She's 17 years old. Head trauma, a large gash on the forehead, and what seemed like some internal bleeding from the seatbelt and tumbling of the car. Started crashing on the way here and we pushed one epi before loading her up and then one on the way here into her and started to get her back. She's been unresponsive but conscious, O2 is low as well as her heart rate." Kendall said. That's how Rachel knew this girl, she is the daughter of Lt. Commander Jake Seresin and Lt. Commander Bradley Bradshaw, she delivered this girl. She just couldn't recognize her with how dark it was and the blood on her.

"Ok thank you. We got it from here." Rachel said after they transferred her. Her team got to work. "Shaw, I want you to tell the front desk to start calling her parents and if they don't answer, call Nick and Carole Bradshaw." Shaw just nodded and went to do as he was told. "Arlen I want you to call OR. We need to get her into surgery asap. We need to get this bleeding under control and fast." She ordered in a professional tone "Ok sweetie you're going to get a little bit sleepy but when you wake up your dads will be here." As she pushed the sedation into her. Y/N didn't respond, just closed her eyes and they rolled her into the OR once they got the all-clear.

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Bradley and Jake were sound asleep. Nothing could disturb them, not after what they had been through. They didn't even hear their phones ring from downstairs. They didn't take them up because Y/N was in the house sound asleep, right? and they were charging downstairs. The phone calls were left unnoticed.

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Goose's phone began to ring loudly pulling him out of his fitful sleep, he felt something was wrong. On the second ring, he answered it and kept his voice low.

"Hello?"

"Is this Admiral Nicholas Bradshaw?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Great! I'm Grace Avery, a receptionist at Miramar Navy Hospital. I'm calling because your granddaughter came into our care and we couldn't get ahold of her parents." This had Goose shooting straight up and causing his wife to abruptly wake up startled and looked at him and mouthed what was going on and he mouthed "Chick is in the hospital."

"Is she ok?"

"I can not discuss this over the phone. It's best if you come down here."

"My wife and I'll be right down." Ending the phone call. He was right something was wrong and from the sound it was very wrong.

Goose was quick to get up and started throwing clothes on and Carole was right behind him. Neither said a word worried for their granddaughter.

"Call Mav and Ice and tell them that Y/N is at the hospital and they need to go and get them. Apparently, they're not answering their phones." He says as they get into their car and start to drive. Carole just nods, not trusting her voice to answer her husband. She takes a few deep breaths and dials Maverick's number.

"Mav, it's Carole. I'm sorry for waking you but Y/N/N is in the hospital. They won't tell us why. The boys aren't answering their phones. Can you and Ice go check on them and get them?" She said with a shaky breath.

"Of course. Which hospital?" Any tiredness was gone from him and Ice, who had woken up from the ringing and made Maverick put it on speaker.

"Miramar Navy Hospital."

"We'll be right there." And they hung up.

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Mav and Ice got ready quickly and rushed out to Ice's truck since he's remaining calm on the outside but not on the inside since Maverick is panicking. They quickly pull out of the driveway and start towards the Seresin-Bradshaw residence. As they were heading in that direction they came upon the accident and instantly recognized the truck and their hearts broke even further.

They reached the residence and Ice parked the truck and they both got out. As they were heading to the door, the scene of the accident was fresh in the mind. Maverick used his key and they walked into the house and flipped on the light in the kitchen where they saw two phones on the counter charging and missed call notifications, Ice and Maverick looked at each other.

"Bradley! Jake!" Maverick yelled but didn't get a response and repeated their names "Bradley! Jake!" As he walked down the hallway towards their room and was met with two tired men, one looked exhausted, and the other one looked like he was crying.

"Geez Mav it's" Bradley looked at his watch "5 AM. What are you doing here?" Bradley asked him and Maverick looked at him with exhausted and worried eyes, this didn't go unnoticed by Bradley. "What happened?" He knew there had to be a reason for the early wake-up call.

"Hospital just called Goose and said that Y/N is in the hospital. They wouldn't tell him what happened and they said you both weren't answering your phones." Maverick explained and both Bradley and Jake's faces drained of color. They thought she was in her room. "Ice and I are here to grab you both and head to the hospital." It was like everything was in slow motion and underwater their world just got turned upside down.

Maverick pushed them aside and walked into their room. And grabbed two hoodies that were thrown over the chair and put one on each of the boy's shoulders and pushed them out. They all walked into the kitchen in silence to meet Ice already by their door and with their phones in his hand.

"Listen, Y/N is a strong girl. She got that from both of her dads. Right now she needs both of them to be strong and be there for her. Goose got a call from the hospital but they wouldn't tell him anything. However, we did pass an accident coming here and it was her truck and it looked bad. Now we need to go to your little girl and be there for her." Ice said in a calm voice but demanding voice, one that he uses for work and in meetings, but he too was panicking. Maverick had walked to his boyfriend during the speech and both men nodded and they headed out to Ice's truck.

As they were driving they had to drive by the accident and Ice slowed down due to the scene still being processed and Jake and Bradley thought they were going to be sick. "Stop." Jake said and so Ice did and Jake got out and walked to the truck and just stood there looking at it.

"Sir, you can't be here." A police officer had told him.

"That's my truck." Jake said and the police officer nodded.

"Where would you like it towed?" He asked and Jake told him the address to their house they would deal with it later on. The police officer nodded just as Bradley walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Come on Jake. We need to get to our daughter." Bradley said in a barely whisper and Jake let himself be guided to the truck and he got in. The only thinking going through his mind is that he caused this to happen. He yelled at her and she snuck out of the house, got into her truck, and wrecked.

When they arrived at the hospital. At some point, Maverick had called Goose and told them that they were on their way because as soon as they got parked and walked to the front Goose was there waiting. Goose went over and bear-hugged his son who returned it and that's when the tears started for everyone, even Ice. Goose let go of Bradley and hugged Jake who also returned the hug and then let go.

"How is she?" Bradley asked his dad in a rough unsteady voice. Goose let out a sigh and that crushed everyone's heart. He motioned them to start walking towards the elevator they stepped on.

"I'm gonna be honest. She's not good. They just got her out of surgery about 10 minutes ago. But knowing her she got both of your stubbornness and she's proven that she's a fighter. Your mom is with her right now." The elevator door dinged and they got off her floor. Nobody talked, too in their thoughts. Goose, Maverick, and Ice were wondering why and how it happened. Bradley and Jake knew and Jake was blaming himself. They walked in silence.

As they were reaching her room nurses and doctors were rushing to her room and Carole was being gently guided out. She saw the men running towards her, as they reached her they could hear the commotion, doctors yelling and medical equipment being pushed around.

Carole practically fell into Goose. Bradley had to catch Jake before he fell. Ice was leaning back against the wall with his head resting back on it. Maverick was probably taking it the worst while facing the wall and had his hands on the wall, this was a familiar scene that always haunted him. As they heard.

"Clear." And the sound of a flatline.

#Our Little Girl #daughter reader top gun #daughter!reader top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun imagine #jake seresin x bradley bradshaw #jake seresin x daughter!reader #bradley bradshaw x daughter!reader #top gun angst #hangman top gun #rooster top gun

[ddejavvu]

Aaron Hotchner and I would love some sorbet, please, where he is pining for bau!reader. Workmates/friends to lovers please and thank you

you are formally invited to ddejavvu's 10K dinner party, now serving second entrées

my absolute favorite trope :')))

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One peek at the sandwich you've been served reveals that your worst fear has been recognized: There are tomatoes on your food. You push the plate away from you like it's a bomb about to go off, though maybe the swelling of your face and tongue would feel like one if you ended up having an allergic reaction.

The rim of your plate hits the edge of Hotch's as you slide it away from you, and you apologize to him softly, trying not to draw more attention to yourself. But it's too late, he notices.

"Y/L/N," He peers concernedly at you, "Everything okay?"

"Tomatoes." You mumble, stomach churning at the fear of having a reaction, "'Can't eat it."

He frowns indignantly, reaching for your sandwich and pulling the face up. He scoffs at the tomatoes inside, "You specifically told them you were allergic."

"It's fine," You shake your head, somewhat used to the mix-up by now, "I'll grab something from the snack machine later, or-"

"No," Hotch looks almost offended that you'd sentence yourself to stale doritos for the rest of the day, "Here, swap with me."

He slides his salad, thankfully tomato free, over to you before you can protest, but you shake your head anyways, "It's okay! Really, it's happened before, no big deal."

"It is a big deal." He insists gently, "It's your lunch, and we probably won't get much of a dinner tonight. Just take it," He implores you, his large hand still curled around the rim of the plate, "Come on."

He's right, and you know it. Hell, you two were barely able to slip away from digging through records to find this little diner, and you had to be back within the hour. There were no other options.

The plate is extended like an olive branch, though you're not sure why he's being so insistent about it. He looks at you delicately, worry shining in his eyes as he drags your contaminated sandwich over to his own place.

"But you ordered the salad." You supply weakly, "You wanted the salad."

"Well you ordered a sandwich without tomatoes," He raises his eyebrows, "I'll enjoy the sandwich if it means I don't have to use this."

He reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, flashing an epi-pen at you. The familiar item sends your stomach churning, less with nausea and more with butterflies, this time. You're flattered, endeared, and maybe a little embarrassed that he's got a nursing kit for you set up in his coat.

"You carry that with you?"

"'Course I do," He folds the sandwich closed again, fingers stained with the dressings used, "What if you were to go into shock around me and I couldn't find yours?"

"It's always in my bag."

"That's not the point." He levels you with an unimpressed glare for a split second, then points at your new salad, "Now eat, before one of the officers notice we're missing and tell us our entire profession is just guesswork."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #ddejavvu's 10k dinner party !!

[1-800anklebully]

Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader part 2

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little,Toxic!Trent, and probably more that I can’t think off the top my head.

Excuse any errors

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“Cmon Trent. Faster Arnold. Faster.” Coach Klein practically spat out. Blowing the players ear drums. It was way too early for them to be doing sprints and jogging around the pitch.

But that was Coach Klein for you. It was karma for the boys that decided to go late drinking last night. Some didn’t even show up but the others were suffering and throwing up on the grass due to their hangover.

Thankfully Trent wasn’t like those idiots and instead focused more on getting his extra gaming time. Which consisted of him gaming non stop from 6pm to 3am.

Pretty crazy right.

“How are you not dying.” One of the guys panted, adjusting his shirt as he had gotten tackled to the ground earlier.

“Because I was smart unlike you guys and didn’t go out binge drinking before a practice.” Trent scowled as he began doing high knee touches. He was fine.

“Oh shut up Arnold.”

The sound of loud music blasting through a speaker had made everyone glance up to see who it could be. Tyler the oldest Arnold had came running from the building.

“Trent!” He called out frantically once he finally got come on the pitch. Trent paused confused on why he was so static.

“What?”

Tyler attempted to reveal what had him rushing over here but damn did he wish that he was athletic.

“Agnes is coming.” He rasped out hands on his knees and all. However Trent didn’t see anything odd about her appearance.

Because she was known to always randomly show up at his training sessions. Only because she wanted to see Ibrahima.

The two were in the talking stage and she had taken a huge liking in him. Of course Trent approved but threatened him with the typical.

If you break her heart I’ll break you. But he knew that he was harmless so he didn’t really mind.

“Okay and what? She always comes to the training session.” Trent still wasn’t seeing the messages and tried to push past Tyler to see why the whole team was crowded around the fence.

“Bro can you move…” Trent rolled his eyes but Tyler didn’t budge. He just looked down knowing mostly because he knew that Y/n and Agnes had arrived which of course was turning head.

All he wanted to do was protect his brother because lord only knows how he was gonna react. After a more seconds of arguing back and forth Tyler saw how Trent’s face dropped and it dawned on him.

Trent couldn’t think straight. Was that you? You had surely matured physically. You had golden locs that went down to your bottom. Your body was covered in a couple of tattoos. Nothing to extreme. He wasn’t exactly surprised as you had voiced wanting to get tattoos when you two were “together”.

But you never did it because he claimed that it wouldn’t suit you. What a cunt right. And as soon you had glanced up your face fell and your heart dropped to your ass. It was like you were in a trance that you couldn't seem to break out of. Especially since this supposed pick up that Agnes needed to get was from Trent?!

Which she failed to notify you the second she woke you up from your beauty sleep claiming she needed to get her charger and she didn't want to go alone. Now you felt dumb because clearly this was her plan.

To get you to rip the band-Aid off and get the unwieldy situation over and done with. Better to do it now then at the family get together. Suddenly you felt the urge to let everything out you had this morning. Dashing past Agnes, you sprinted past her in her directly into the ladies restroom.

Meanwhile Trent had turned to the nearest bin and released his stomach. Causing all of his teammates to grimace in disgust, and in sympathy as some knew the reason for his little episode.

''It's okay buddy, let it all out.'' Tyler patted his back with a uptight smile, not knowing his brother could get a weak stomach from just seeing his ex.

'' I can't believe you lied to me!'' You seethed at Agnes aggressively chucking water at her which she dodged trying to not laugh. You were currently hiding in the restroom not wanting to go out there as you expected Trent to still be present practicing.

Honestly you didn't think you would be able to take the stares after your little stunt plus him being there let alone was a whole dilemma.

''To be fair I never lied to you, I already told you I was getting something from a friend.'' She shrugged not seeing the problem at all.

''Yeah well Trent isn't your friend he's your brother and my ex sneaky link!'' You recalled acting as if she had amnesia. The two continued quarrel until finally y/n had gotten over mini mental break down and they went to the pitch where all the guys had continued their drills as if her presence was known existent. Good. It was what you had desired.

''Good to see you y/n. I'm sorry that my idiot of a sister didn't give you a heads up.'' Tyler side eyed Agnes, as he brought you into a hug which made you chuckle. Years later and they still bickered like little kids things never change.

''Oh piss off Ty!'' She rolled her eyes knowing that her intentions weren't pure and that the plan didn't go through. Trent and you still haven't spoken however you could feel his heated gaze on you which was quite annoying.

''No because you knew damn well what you were doing talking about damn charger my ass.'' You had zoned out from the conversation and let your eyes drift up to the dread-head who was already looking at you.

He rolled his eyes and went back to kicking the ball which made your heart clench a little. Why was he being so cold? Acting as if you were the one that left him all high and dry when in reality it was him that fucked up your situationship.

Now he just ruined your mood completely you're gonna a have a attitude the whole day because of him.

"Trent, bring your butt over here!" Agnes hollered loudly sounding like one of those hoodrats, which judging by the way Trent grimaced he was without a doubt embarrassed.

He quickly jogged over and you couldn't refrain from ogling how his thighs looked so scrumptious in those football shorts. As he jogged over the way they tensed, and how his build was so broad but the second he opened his mouth you wished he never opened it.

Or the way his locs bounced with every jog he truly was beautiful but he no longer belonged to you.

''Yes what do you want Agnes. im in the middle of a game.'' He scorned his tone dissmissive as he greeted her with a hug, and barely acknowledged which made you swallow the lump in your throat.

prick

''First of all you better fix that tone and i dont care if you're in the middle of a game. I want my charger.'' She hisses,making him groan as his teammates chuckled in the back at how he was getting his ass given to him by his older sister.

'' fine fine its in my bag.'' He quickly retreived his bag and chucked her the charger going back to the field.

''Wait, are you even go greet Y/n!?' Trent simply ignored her comment jogging back on the field which made Agnes so furious, that she almost was about to beat his ass for his lack of manners but Tyler held her back.

''He's such a dickhead how is gonna greet me and not you.'' Agnes ranted as she drove back to her apartment. She couldn't wrap her head around why her brother was so rude and moody.

She spoke with him on the phone earlier and he seemed to be in good sprits, then now as soon You came into the picture he was suddenly a heartless prick.

''Seriously, Agnes it's fine you know him better than I do he'll come around eventually hes not a rude person, the walls will crumble eventually.''

Agnes sent you a odd look. This was not the y/n she knew she was more hot headed and probably would've have slapped Trent on that field after his nonsense.

''You seem less madder than me, what's up with that girl?''

You let out a chuckle leaning back in the passanger seat.'' Oh trust me, I am pissed. But I am not gonna let some dread-head ruin my mood. I came to Liverpool for you not his punk ass.''

On top of that you had been dedicating spending more time with god and this was a prime example of you changing for the better. Because like Agnes stated the old you would've killed Trent for his little stunt.

Yet you decided to be the bigger and better person. You don't need him in your life he was temporary. Maybe its good that he ignored you could be released from his shackles.

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A few days later

Today was the day that you were meant to go to visit Dianna and Victor. Oh how you missed Dianne's cooking her scrumptious shepherds pie that she would make every holiday. Fortunately, it was Easter so this was the only thing you were quite exhilarated for besides seeing the rest of the Arnold family.

''Why are you in such good spirits.'' Agnes had came out of her bedroom to see you dancing and singing along to Megan thee Stallion. A broom in your right hand being used presumably as your microphone.

You glanced up not even bothered by her appearance instead turning down the music and observing how her beautiful curly hair was a birds nest.

A frown was displayed on her lips at the amount of ruckus going on.

''Because I am happy to see my husband."' You recited that one tik tok audio of Beyonce, that has been going viral. And she chuckles knowing damn well you were talking about the shepherd pie.

"Okay is that all? Because I have a really sexy looking man and his name is bed.'' She chortled with sarcasm.'' And I really really wanna see him so do you mind!'' Agnes was slowly starting to lose her mind and you've only been here for a week.

She just can stand how you randomly get burst of energy to do something.

Like one time she woke up at 4am to find you vaccuming the floor as you claimed the white noise soothed your mind. Or the time where her and her man were trying to get her freak on and you barged in asking about what pizza you wanted.

Lets just say, being your roommate was not the easiest. She loved you to death but honestly she gives Trent credit for keeping up with your shennigans.

Having a talk with you is definitely one of the things on her list after the dinner.

''Of course not, knock yourself out girl.''

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Time skip to dinner

It was around 6:30 pm now and you and Agnes had arrived an hour early to keep her parents company. Fortunately for you, Trent and his brothers were sent out to get Nandos for the family so you just missed him. However that didn't mean that his name still wasn't being mentioned even though he was not present.

''So how are you and Trent.'' Diana smoothly brought her son up, as you helped her in the kitchen with the turkey that was due to be placed in the oven.

Peering up, you flashed her a fake smile not wanting to tell her how he practically gave you the cold shoulder the other day while at his practice. It was petty and childish.

He should have greeted you but you were with Trent long enough to know how petty he was. So you weren't entirely shook by his cold demeanour

'' Respectfully Dianne, there was never a Trent and I. We were just two kids mucking around.'' Dianne had straightened up her face was netural which scared you a bit. Because you never knew how could she be feeling.

''It was pointless and in the end he made up his mind to end it so that's it. So can we please focus on the more positive things.'' You exhaled, trying to not get yourself riled up over her son,

Dianne just pursed her lips with a soft smile , you had matured so much since the last time she had seen you. Because the old you, oh lord knows you would've made Trent's life hell.

'' Understood.''

As on cue, the boys came home their loud scouser accents filled the entire household along with Caleb's laughter. Once they boys had noticed you they wasted no time rushing over and hugging you.

Well Trent…. he just nodded.

Lord take the wheel was all you thought.

this was going to be an eventful night.

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I’m so sorry for the long wait guys! I had major sitters block but this imagine is written and that’s all that matters!

And I also wanna thank you guys so much for all the love and support in both the Jude and Trent imagines. I honestly didn’t think it would blow up but thank youuuu.

I’ll see you in the next part.🤎🤎

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold smut #trent alexander arnold x reader #light angst #fluff #football imagines #black girl reader

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Drugged Part 2- TeenSister!Casey/ BigBrother! Casey

Authors note: thank you all for the support! It’s been rough trying to write with everything going on. I immediately wrote a part 2 while it was fresh. I hope y’all enjoy!

Summary: Once you arrive at Med, Will and Natalie make sure you are taken care of.

Warnings: mentions of fainting, medical talk that I’m not even sure I got completely right

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Upon arrival at med, the guys lifted you on the backboard to a stretcher that Will and Maggie brought out. They quickly slid you off and back into the recovery position as they wheeled you through the hospital doors.

“GCS 7, pulse is 70, O2 is hanging in the lower 90s, and pressure is 97/69. This is all after a round of epi, Zofran and supplemental oxygen.” Violet rattled off as she helped Maggie and Brett wheel you into Trauma 2 as Will looked you over.

“Mags, get me a full panel, tox screen, more fluids and a few warming blankets. She feels cold.” Will rattled off, placing a hand on your cheek. “Y/n, it’s Will Halstead. You know where you are?” Will asked, taking the sheet and helping them transfer you over to the bed.

“Matty? Where’s Matt?” You asked, unfocused eyes trying to look around all the people in the room.

“He’s right outside squirt. He’s filing some paperwork with Doris. I’m here though.” Kelly soothed, pushing your flyaways back again. ”Can you answer Will?” Kelly asked when you finally made eye contact with him.

“Firehouse?” You questioned, looking around. “No. No, I’m at Med. I think.” You said, looking to Will and then back to Kelly for confirmation.

“Very good sweetheart. That’s right. You are at Med.” Will praised, leaning away so that April could take your temp.

“97.1. “ April said, looking to Kelly.

“That’s close to normal for her. Might just be running a bit cooler from the squad being cold.” Kelly said, turning to help Nat place two warm blankets on you.

“How did this happen?” Natalie asked, coming around Kelly to examine you once Will took the Ipad from her.

“We don’t know. I already called Jay. I think it has something to do with the coffee she was drinking when she came in. He’s looking into it.” Kelly replied, stepping back and out of the way so that Natalie had more room to tend to you.

“Okay. Well, I’m gonna give her a breathing treatment since this seems to be bothering her asthma. Run one bag of warm fluids and then run a regular bag of saline. We need to try to flush some of this out of her system.” Natalie told Maggie and April. “Also, place a catheter. I don’t trust her balance or mental state with the drugs in her system.” Nat added, walking to the end of the bed so Kelly could step forward.

“Can you stay while they do that? Just incase she freaks out?” Kelly asked Stella, who was standing in the doorway.

“Of course.” Stella nodded, stepping into the room and next to Kelly. “Hey kiddo. You know who I am?” Stella asked, getting in your line of sight.

“Auntie Stella?” You questioned, looking at Kelly for confirmation.

“That’s right squirt. She’s gonna stay here while they take care of some girl stuff, okay?” Kelly said, making sure you were actually alright with this.

You nodded and reached your hand out for Stella, who immediately grabbed yours in return. “Okay. Then can I see Matt?” You asked, looking at April as she drew some blood.

“Yes sweetheart. He should be about done by now. We will send him in when we have you settled. Okay?” April said, smiling sweetly at you.

You nodded and leaned into Kelly as he kissed your temple. “I’ll be right outside princess.”

As Kelly started to walk out of the room, your eyes became more unfocused and your vision became dark around the edges. “Uh guys?!” Stella exclaimed, taking your hand and using the other to hold your head.

“Step back Stella.” Natalie said, running back into the room. She tried to rouse you, but you wouldn’t fully come around. “Tip the bed up. Elevate her feet and lower her head.” Natalie instructed April. “Y/n? Can you hear me?” Natalie asked, trying to simulate you by doing a sternum rub. Almost immediately after they tipped you, you began to come back around, trying to swat Nat away. “Just relax. It’s alright. You lost consciousness for a few seconds.”

“I don’t feel good.” You mumbled, covering your face with your hands.

“What doesn’t feel good?” Will asked, coming up to your other side with Kelly at his shoulder.

“My head and stomach.” You answered. “Uncle Kelly. Make it stop.” You sobbed, reaching for your godfather.

“Shhhh princess. It’s alright. It’s gonna be okay.” Kelly soothed, moving around Will to stand at the end of your bed and take your hands. “You gotta breathe.” Kelly reminded you, kneeling to be in your line of sight a bit better since you were leaned back pretty far.

“Let’s just keep her like this until the breathing treatment. We can put up a drape to insert her catheter so that you can stay Kelly. I’m gonna grab Matt and fill him in. I’m gonna let her rest while we wait.” Natalie said, running a hand through your hair. “Just rest sweetie. We have you.” Natalie soothed, wiping your tears before leaving the room.

“Just relax squirt. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Kelly promised, taking the seat that April offered and then taking your hand, kissing the back of your hand.

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You woke with a gasp, flinging your arm out to protect yourself from an unknown threat.

“Hey hey hey. Shhhh it’s alright.” Matt said, standing up on one side of your bed.

“Hey squirt. Remember to breathe.” Kelly said, grabbing your hands and bring them to your chest.

“Matty? Uncle Kel?” You asked, relaxing back into the hospital bed.

“Yeah sweetheart. It’s us. You are going to be just fine.” Matt said, rubbing a hand through your hair.

“How long?” You asked, rubbing your eyes as soon as Kelly let go of you.

“About a day. I gave them permission to do breathing treatments and insert a catheter. You weren’t really coming around anymore. You are going to be just fine though.” Matt explained, sitting back down in his chair.

“Jay caught the guy. He’s a serial offender who jumps from state to state. He picked the wrong girl to mess with this time.” Kelly said, also sitting back down. “Hank and Jay took care of him. He will never hurt anyone ever again.” Kelly said, leaning back and looking smug.

You nodded your head. “Sooo. When can I break out of here?” You asked, making the two older men laugh.

“Soon enough. I promise kiddo.” Matt said, taking your hand again.

“Until then, there is a firehouse full of people waiting for you out in the waiting room. You up for some visitors?” Kelly asked, standing back up and smoothing your hair back.

“For them? Always.” You said, smiling at your godfather.

#one chicago #jay halstead #matt casey #one chicago x reader #kelly severide #fluff #matt casey x reader #comfort #kelly severide x reader #matthew casey #detective jay halstead

[dkakapizzaboy]

He was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain

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Pairing: CEO! Fashion Designer! Seokmin x Rival Company CEO! Fashion Designer! fem! Reader Genre: fluff, Angst( a little bit), smut (more suggestive and soft honestly)- MDNI Words: 1.4K Synopsis: He was sunshine and roses and you were orchids and moonlight. Two very different people in the same industry. He was loved and you were feared, he was a warm cup of tea on a cold day and you were a bucket of ice-cold water. What would happen if two highly sought-after, up-and-coming sustainable fashion brands decided to work together on an exclusive, once-in-a-lifetime collaboration? A/N: Hi Hi, this is my contribution to the @svthub 's secret garden: a spring collab! You can read the stories for the rest of the members here! Please go and check them out! This went very differently than what I had planned in the beginning. Nonetheless, I had fun writing it and I hope you guys would forgive the shortage of smut!

Taglist: @junhui-recs @drunk-on-dk @kayleeshinee @wonuhour @enhacolor

One spring afternoon, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and their sweet fragrance lingered in the air, Seokmin arrived at your office, early as usual, a habit that had been passed down to him from his mother. He was currently sitting in the waiting area, waiting for you to finish the previous meeting you were in, as he took in the decor. 

Everything in this area was about the silhouette, the off-white triangle marble table, that played off the triangle in the gold and beige abstract painting that was hanging on the wall opposite to him.

The only pop of color in this waiting area was a single blue orchid branch that was in an off-white cuboid-shaped vase sitting on the triangle table. 

Seokmin's office was probably the complete 180 of your space, with warm-colored walls, cozy rugs, and an excessive amount of indoor plants. 

The difference in office decor could be directly translated to the designs the two of you had put out in the world. 

Your designs were all about shapes and architecture, minimalist in color, while Seokmin was famous for his nature-inspired creations, full of vibrance and life.

This collaboration was far from comfortable for both of you, but both of your companies needed the exposure and the money. 

Sustainably sourcing materials while giving fair wages was not an easy task, especially for a newer brand like Seokmin's. But his top priority had been to keep his products affordable, which meant smaller quantities produced as there were very slim margins and they couldn't afford huge inventories. His designs had become a huge talking point in the resellers' market. His CFO, Mingyu, had told him to raise the prices, as both demand and quality of goods were on his side or his company would go under. Seokmin had agreed to this collaboration to justify the price rise (mostly to himself, as the world already knew how valuable his products were).

Your company, on the other hand, wanted the fame. You wanted to compete (and beat) the old luxury brands that mass-produced their boring products in sweatshops, sacrificed animals for "quality leather and fur", and had in general shady history. You'd fought tooth and nail over the years to get to where you were, but you needed a final big push to get to where these other brands were. Hence, this collaboration. You'd worked your ass off and you knew you deserved it.

Your secretary finally called out his name, and guided him to your office, but not before letting him know she was a huge fan of his work and was excited for him and her boss to collaborate. 

Seokmin had probably seen you once or twice in passing at fashion events but seeing you fully, sitting in your office chair with the back of a drawing pencil between your teeth and a single strand of hair escaping your bun and almost touching your lips was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. 

He was instantly reminded of the orchid back in the waiting area. 

Orchids epitomize luxury, strength, beauty, and love. Seokmin didn't really know about the love portion yet, but there was a magnetism about you and your aura...and he couldn't peel his eyes away. 

The meeting went surprisingly smoothly, as even though your expressions of art were polar opposites, your views on sustainability and your respect for each other's work and process instantly made you friends. It felt like you'd known Seokmin for years, talking to him felt so easy and natural. It also helped that he was (far too) easy on the eyes. 

The two of you also shared a new similarity now... unknowing to the other, you'd both become each other's muses. When your meeting was over, both of you went to your studio and came up with designs that reminded you of the other. You drew sharp lines, inspired by Seokmin's chiseled face and strong arms while imagining what it must be like to be held lovingly by him while running a hand across his jaw. He drew big, bold, beautiful petals, full of vivacity and panache that you encapsulated. To the world, you might've seemed cold and harsh, a shade of grey, but in his eyes (and heart), you were a beautiful burst of colors.

You both had, quite literally, become each other's object of affection.

...

The two of you had decided to visit together places that inspired the other to find inspiration and come up with designs together. 

You took him to the local library that was built on Roman-inspired architecture, with big beautiful columns and elegantly carved archways. He took a lot of pictures with his camera that was hung around his strong neck by a red strap. He looked effortlessly sexy in black jeans and a black t-shirt, and you had to practically stop yourself from jumping him when he correctly observed a carved flower in one of the archways that was the inspiration for one of your early collections.  

He took you to his favorite park and you sat on the ground underneath a banyan tree, hearing the chirping of birds, seeing flowers swing in the air in full spring bloom. You wore a purple dress and talked about your journey to reach where you were today, the challenges and hardships you overcame to become who you were, and Seokmin was yet again reminded of the beautiful orchid, your strength and beauty unparalleled.

...

You had your first fight a few weeks later, frustrated by the deadline and the lack of progress, you had screamed at him. And then he grew quiet. And did not talk to you for the rest of the week. It was as though the entire world had drained out of color. There was no joy in the world, the spring flowers in the park seemed duller, and the chirping of the birds seemed quieter as you sat down under the banyan tree again, hoping to find some solace, mustering up the courage to go and apologize to him.

Fate, on the other hand, had other plans. 

Seokmin had left his house for the park the first time that week after the fight, hoping to cheer himself up and watch some flowers. On his way, he saw a little girl with a bouquet full of orchids, and his heart hurt like a thousand needles had punctured it. As he entered the park, he saw you sitting under the tree.

He sat down next to you, and you cried into his shoulder, apologising profusely. He only gave you, what you could describe as, the brightest, sunniest smile you'd ever seen. Your heart skipped a beat. 

You wiped your face, held his with your hands, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. His heart skipped two.

...

After that day, there was a sense of harmony between you two. It was as though all the design differences, creative blocks, every problem in the world had vanished away. Soon, it was the launch day.

There was a party, celebrating the launch of the collaboration and as soon as the collection dropped, it was out of stock.

It was a milestone, for both of you as your peers at the party congratulated you, out of admiration and envy. But nothing and nobody mattered because Seokmin was looking at you with so much joy and adoration that there, in front of all the eyes in the world, you kissed him. You were feeling vulnerable inside, exposing your weakness, your feelings in front of everyone. You had finally shown your color to the world.

Seokmin kissed you back immediately, his heart dissolving into a puddle, overwhelmed by his feelings and yours. He felt like he was floating in the sky. He'd been wanting to kiss you ever since he laid eyes on you.

Later that night, after countless congratulations and overwhelmingly positive reviews, Seokmin made love to you. Each touch was addicting, your skin was soft as petals, your perfume was sweet as nectar as he kissed and touched every inch of your body, remembering and repeating what gave you the most pleasure. You were soft, and warm, like a warm, warm blanket on a cold night, he never wanted this night to end. 

His orchid was in full bloom, her beauty and her strength was a luxury to see up close....and Seokmin was in love.

(On your first anniversary, you and Seokmin would go on to gift one another the designs you'd made after meeting each other for the first time.)

#svthub #svt smut #svthub.collab #dokyeom #seventeen #svt #dk #dokyeom fic #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom x you #lee seokmin smut #dokyeom smut #dk x you #dk x reader #dk x y/n #sam writes svt

[moron-rights]

So I finished BG3 (Good Tav Playthrough, Astarion Romance) Spoiler End Thoughts And Some Critique

SPOILERS,Great SPOILERS for parts of the romance and playthrough. Mind Ye, my thoughts are incredibly scattered...

This is mostly about *how* the game ended. And let me clarify before you get too far that I LOVED playing this game and the music and combat and companions were perfectly charming

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but.... what.... the... ending?

I spent about 94 hours on this playthrough, regular origin, romancing Astarion, skimping largely through act one but completing almost every quest available in act 2 and 3, and save scrubbing where glitches (though minor) took hold. Ultimately, I robbed Raphael and freed Orpheus and destroyed the brain. I adored act one (put 336 hours into EA already) and act two felt like a very seamless and natural extension. Act three felt disjointed but it also seemed like the purpose of the act was to showcase companion quests (which are all vastly different), so I just went with it. Even though the Oathbreaker guy bugged and never showed up to my camp once I started act 3 (Boo).

I finished all the quests and pushed all companions toward a good trajectory. I had romanced Astarion starting in Act 1 and influenced him so much that he autonomously made good decisions (ie, warned his siblings what their fate would be, set the spawns free, wanted to destroy the tadpole and mentioned guiding the spawn to control themselves). Got the grave scene, it was wholesome. Finished the other companion quests, which -except for Wyll's (I saved his father and broke the pact and learned who the Guardian really was)- felt a little bland after the sheer emotional impact, acting, and animation of Astarion's deny ascension finale. Who knew watching a man brutally stab his abuser and then emptily sob while covered in blood could be something so personal?

After I cleaned all my quests up, I went ahead and started "act 3.5" so to speak. Once I went to confront the brain, there were no more major companion-specific cutscenes or unique dialogues or romance interactions, save for Lae'zel and Karlach. I freed Orpheus and convinced him to become a mindflayer. (I am aware of the alternative route where Karlach volunteers to become the mindflayer but I did not have her in my party for that). I was sure there would be at least one more cutscene or lengthy dialogue -- particularly for the romance-- at the very end, so I took out the Netherbrain, completed the game, hit the ending post-battle chat. I was... disappointed.

A few companions had one or two sentences to say on the docks. Astarion started to burn in the sun and he panicked and ran away, and then I got a one-line response from Lae'zel that boiled down to "I suppose that's the last of the sun Astarion will ever see." Karlach's engine failed and my Wyll autonomously offered to take her to the Hells with him and she autonomously accepted. And then I got a narrator epi. telling me about how the people reclaimed their city. Then my credits rolled.

I learned through save snooping that If you let Wyll take Karlach to hell with him, it locks you out of the ending romance dialogues.

So, I reloaded to persuade Wyll to let Karlach die so I could get my romanced Astarion dialogue. I told him I'd go with him to the Underdark to help him guide the spawns (seemed natural, I rolled Drow), and he was happy to have Tav by his side. Then hard cut to credits again. No mini cutscene of Tav going off with him, no end cards, no epilogue text. I was stunned, especially because the ending romance dialogue was just them standing and having a back-and-forth conversation, and it was so brief. No animated interactions between the two. Or... anyone. Just a conversation in a room with wooden walls.

I watched all the way through the credits, hoping I'd get closure for the other companions maybe, but there was none of that either. Gale's crown blew up and fell into the ocean (so it feels his personal quest was rendered completely irrelevant no matter which way you swayed him), and who knows what happened to Halsin or Shadowheart under un-romanced circumstances (or Jaheira and Minsc for that matter).

It felt so odd and out of place to have an abrupt ending with limited choice, animation and dialogue when the rest of the game so faithfully respects player choice and commits to animating even the sillier actions. One playthrough easily has the capacity for 90+ hours of content but still manages to push you into about 3 recongisably different endings for a standard Tav (arguably 4 or 5 if Urge). Post the final boss, it 100% feels like cutscenes and dialogues are missing or glitched... which may still be a possibility (only 4% of players have finished the game as of date) but is unlikely. Ending romance dialogues across all companions seem to indicate that it follows after a party, which we do not get to see. All dialogue options for ending romances, at least in Astarion's, mostly led to the same responses with a few variants in wording, which might have been fine except for the lack of companion epilogue elements.

I don't know how to say this other than I'm bummed. I don't need a happy ending, just an ending that feels complete. I enjoyed playing the game so much, the companions were perfectly charming, the world was delightful and I had fun with combat and then the end just sorta... happened. I don't think I'd play through as a customized character again. Maybe once for the Urge, as what you choose to do with yourself seems a bit more concrete. And I have no desire to roll the origins. Replaying as any of the ones I frequently had in my party just seems odd to me. Especially for the ones I took down opposite paths. Selunite Shadowheart and Unascended Astarion are stuck in my head, but they feel like endings that would only come naturally if a Tav were around.

Some people keep saying it feels like it's set up for DLC, and it really-really does, but Swen has repeatedly stated that DLC for this game is incredibly unlikely, due to how DnD rules work when you get to level 20. But now that's all I want. It would've been all the more easy to accept how it is now if I had just some epilogue flavour. Or maybe something like ME3 extended cut DLC. Or just a little more conversation.

tl;dr, game was great until act 3. my choices with the final boss and all dialogue options after the encounter were disappointingly limited. no ending narration or cinematics or epilogue cards to give closure on your companions or romances. I loved everything until then, and wished there was more.

#dont worry i did actually like the game and it really was the most fun ive had in a long time #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #spoilers #astarion #bg3 wyll #karlach #shadowheart #lae'zel #baldur's gate 3 #thoughts i suppose

[kimaixun]

[After Office Hours] - [SKZ Yang Jeongin x M!Reader]

“Push 1 mil of epi. Charge to 120, clear!”

“You’re under arrest for attempted homicide!”

“Fire Department! Call out!”

“5,6,7,8 Music Start!”

The profession that we chose will always be the rollercoaster in our life. Be it an artist, a singer, a writer, a firefighter, a police and many more others. Each and every personnel in this world go through their own way. This was a story of two doctors, successful in their own sectors, one a cardiologist, the other a neurologist. Both worked in the same hospital, under the same boss, nothing really special except for the fact, they can never be in the same room.

Their names are Yang JeongIn and F/N M/N. Yang JeongIn was a child prodigy, following after his father footstep. He skipped a few grades, got himself into Harvard and on his way to medical school. He graduated successfully with flying colours and one would be proud of where he stood.

F/N M/N on the other hand came from the Guryong slum, a place where has long been seen as symbol of the gap between the rich and the poor in South Korea. M/N wasn’t born wealthy but, he did made it though blood, sweat and tears to where he is right now.

M/N and JeongIn met years ago, on their first year of resident. They hated each other’s gut, so much that they won’t stand a minute in a trauma room alone without killing each other. There was once when the two fought with an open patient on the operating table, almost causing a death because they didn’t realise the patient SATS were dropping in the midst of their argument. Every since then, the entire hospital knew never to put them on one case unless it was a life and death situation.

“Dr Kwan, you might want to write the following. I need an hourly Neuro check for bed 42, Mdm Lee. Make sure the post ops reports are updated by the end of the night and also, for bed 35, once the glucose level is on a standard level, you may proceed to remove the drip.” Dr Yang JeongIn, commanded his intern as they walked down the busy hallways of the hospital.

“Yes sir. It will done and dusted,” Dr Kwan, the intern saluted the doctor before parting ways.

“So, Dr Yang, it’s Friday night. TGIF. Wanna go to the club?” Kim SeungMin, a fellow doctor, asked the other as they stood beside each other at the nurse station.

JeongIn huffed and rolled his eyes, “it’s Friday, yes, TGIF but tomorrow is also my day off for the week. So I would like to drink champagne in bed as I fall asleep for the rest of the night peacefully.”

“Boooooringggg.” SeungMin pretended to yawn. “Anyways, wanna hear some gossips?”

“We are doctors, Hyung. Surgeons, not high schoolers, do we really have to gossip?”

SeungMin giggled and link an arm across JeongIn’s shoulder, “this time, yes. It’s about Dr F/N. I heard he is seeing Dr Adams, the intern.”

JeongIn quickly turned his head to the other, “what?” As much as he wanted to keep his composure, he couldn’t help but got his interest attracted.

“I was walking by the intern’s locker room and Dr Adams was announcing to the others about having pinned to the door by Dr F/N and he said, I quote ‘he’s a beast’.” SeungMin whispered.

“Who’s a beast?” Dr F/N M/N grinned as he popped beside his rival, JeongIn, passing some case files to the nurse.

“That’s my queue to leave. See ya around JeongIn.” SeungMin quickly turned to leave the two.

“Hi, Dr Yang.” M/N greeted the other, trying to ignore the fact that he could see steam rising above his head.

“Interns? Really?!” JeongIn glared at the other before smacking a case file to M/N’s chest before pushing pass the latter, bumping their shoulder hard that M/N swore it was going to drop off. M/N watches as JeongIn walks away.

“Seriously? Just a minute. A minute of you guys standing beside each other and you already wanna have each others throat?” Staff Nurse Lee MinHo shook his head appearing beside M/N.

“I said, ‘Hi’ and all he replied me was ‘Interns? Really?!’. I am confused because hell I don’t even know who the hell are the interns around here. I barely walk around the hallways during office hours and hell, I barely speak to anyone except you guys.” M/N ranted, “I said ‘Hi, Dr Yang’, I greeted him but, he looked like he was a sauna. He was FUMING.”

“One day, I just might lock the both of you in a room. Who knows you guys might just come out with little M/N’s and JeongIn’s.”

“Soon.” M/N muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” M/N smiled, “I am officially off shift. It’s already after office hours for me but, I’ll be in the on-call room so, Hyung, please don’t let anyone enter it.”

“You know, it’s after office hours already so, you can go home,” MinHo said.

“TGIF Hyung. I’m waiting for my date.” M/N reasoned and walked away.

“Date?” MinHo asked in confusion, “wait, did you say date?!”

Meanwhile, in the Emergency Room, Yang JeongIn stared into the case file mindlessly. SeungMin’s words was roaming around his head about M/N and the intern. It couldn’t be through right? M/N wouldn’t date an intern. M/N barely walks around the hospital how could he know Dr Adams in the first place?

“Earth to Dr Yang,” Staff Nurse Han JiSung, waved his hand around in front of the doctor. “Shouldn’t you be off shift already? It’s 8pm.”

JeongIn looked to the clock and silently cursed. He was late, very late. The doctor quickly whipped out his phone seeing a few text messages from a certain someone.

‘I swear I don’t understand what you just said’

‘I beg you to explain to me please’

‘I love you, only you okay?’

‘I’ll be waiting.’

‘Where are you? Caught up on a case?’

‘Im at the lobby.’

‘Im still here.’

‘Love?’

“I need a doctor here!” A nurse called out as she pushed a middle aged man on a wheelchair into the ER. The Man was restrained to it as he yelled, struggling to break free.

“Trauma three.” JeongIn beckoned the nurse as he ran to them.

“Alex McAlester. Aged 35, the taxi driver drove him here when he started to experience nauseous and dizziness whilst on his way to the airport. He became delirious and aggressive after so.” The Nurse explained.

“Sir, my name is Yang JeongIn, I’m a doctor here, I’m going to help you but, you need to calm down.” JeongIn said. The man looked at him confused, despite the angered expression that he had. “I’m going to remove your restraints so, calm down. You are in good hands.”

JeongIn proceeded to untie one of the restraints off the man. At first the man was calmed, until JeongIn proceeded to remove the second restraints was when hell broke loose. Everything happened so fast. One second he saw the man grabbing the metal IV stand aiming towards him and the next, he was pulled back into someone’s embrace.

“No. One. Touches. My. Husband.”

As if the time had stopped, JeongIn felt his heart pounding against his chest. He looked up to see none other than his husband, F/N M/N hugging him so tightly, almost knocking the breath out of him with one hand, while the other had stopped the IV pole aimed to him.

“Get security.” M/N told the Nurse as Dr Seo ChangBin, one of their colleague and himself went to restraint the patient onto the bed again. JeongIn felt heat rushing to his cheeks as he exited the room.

“Did I just see what I just saw?” Staff Nurse MinHo eyes widened, “did he just said husband and saved you from that man like some sort of fairytale?” He scooted over to JeongIn. “You are the date?”

“What date?”

“M/N ended shift like hours ago but, insisted to be in the on-call room then he mentioned that he was waiting for his date. Now that whatever happened in front of happened, it means you are the date.” MinHo simply explained. “Are you okay?”

“I’m o—, Woah.” JeongIn was cut off when M/N exited the room, cupping his face and scanned through his body.

“Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Are you okay?”

“Im feim if yum stophw squshming maaai faceeuuu,” JeongIn mumbled.

“Oh thank goodness you are okay. My heart stopped for a second.” M/N sighed in relieve, “love, you didn’t reply my text, I got worried so I just had to come down here to find you.”

“Love?” MinHo smirked.

“We agreed to announce to the chief first.” JeongIn pouted.

“I know but, well, you can’t blame me. It’s after office hours and technically both of us are off duty.” M/N said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise I am. Thank you for saving me.” JeongIn added, “I am mad at you actually. There’s rumours going around that you’re sleeping with Dr Adams.”

“Oh that!” MinHo interjected, “no no Dr Yang. You got it all wrong. The Dr Adams was referring to was the doctor who has the same name as Dr F/N. His a peds doctor. Not your man. Hell, I doubt half the hospital has knows what F/N even looked like. He barely spent his time outside of the OR.”

M/N chuckled, “and so now, we know. Are you still mad?”

“I’m Sorry,” JeongIn muttered feeling so flustered to jump into conclusion.

“It’s okay love.” M/N smiled, planting a quick kiss to JeongIn’s forehead.

“So, anyone wanna explain what is going on with this?” MinHo flailing his hand to the two of them, “just a few hours ago, or at least for as long as you’ve been here, the two of you are on each other throat. I thought one day you might really kill each other.”

“M/N and I are married. We have been for awhile now. The whole rivalry, hating thing is just a norm to us.” JeongIn explained.

“Thus, work is work. Love is love. To which why we invented our ‘after office hours’ rule.” M/N added.

“Why wasn’t I invited? I’m hurt.” MinHo gasped dramatically.

“Cause we hated each other so much and it’s fun to see all of you suffer when you are under our service.”

MinHo rolled his eyes “You guys are an evil couple.”

“We know.” M/N grinned as he links an arm across his husband’s shoulders, planting a kiss to JeongIn’s head. “Shall we go? I planned a date for us.“

“Okay sweetie.” JeongIn tiptoed to kiss M/N’s cheek.

“Disgustingly sweet.” MinHo fake gagged causing the two doctors to laugh wholeheartedly.

#kpop x male reader #malereader #stray kids x male reader #straykidsxmalereader #stray kids #yang jeongin #skz jeongin #skz x reader #skz fanfic #doctor au

[msbhagirathi]

IPKKND LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [Epi 5]

Let'z welocme Shyam today. *sarcasm intended* (-_-) (I know I wrote the wrong spelling by mistake but then I noticed it and thought let it be. Who cares. Shyam himself won't come here to correct me.)

There, I gave you the biggest spoiler of the episode, in advance to ruin your mood.

Heh. I am evil.

Now don't leave without reading it, okay? I do a lot of mehnat into writing these. :')

Come. Let'z begin this then *sighs irritated-ly*

Arnav's manager shows him the live news with the footage, being telecasted in some channel. (Kamlesh Khabri ji, was that yours ? Lol.)

2. Did you-too- wonder about that 'smart' phone, Arnav was holding? Turns out, I could find it.

3. "Aaj ka saajan" Lmao. (Today's lover)

4. Arnav, while watching that clip, being telecasted, flashes back to the line Khushi said last, before leaving. "Devi maiyya ki marzi ke bina koi kuch bhi nahi kar sakta, koi Arnav Singh Raizada bhi nahi." (No one can do anything without Devi-Maiyya's wish, not even some Arnav Singh Raizada.")

5. Basically, he is thinking, that, he has shown her place to 'that girl', who had said that he can't do anything without some 'devi maiyya's wish'.

6. This is clear in his reply to Akash's protest for over paying MR . "Meri beizatti karne ki himmat naa kabhi kisi ne ki hai, naa ab koi karega." (No one, has ever disrespected me, nor anyone would, now, have the guts to.) Oh. So, the problem is your ego issue.

I should have known it. Khushi had the misfortune to meet you and now she is paying the price with her reputation and dignity, being butchered like animal slaughtering. You, a__hole.

7. Khushi and her Amma are getting molested by a bunch of perverts.

8. Babuji tries to stop them, but he gets a hard push, which results in Shashi losing his balance and his head hits a nearby pole.

9. The men are very adamant and one of them tugs at Khushi's dupatta.

10. There. A man, wearing, a beautiful shiny brown pair of office shoes, with a matching pair of trousers, is shown stepping down from somewhere. He starts walking (towards the scene?)

11. A Turquoise bracelet gleaming in his right wrist. (why the fck isn't he wearing his wedding ring?) He is shown from behind some -shops?- He walks upto where babuji had fallen down. He helps him to stand up.

12. Wow. Daiyya Ho! What an entry.

13. Everything aside. Aabhaas looks so fckin handsome in that outfit. Everything. Literally, everything about his look is so freaking perfect. The colour combo of the shirt and pant. The shoes. Oh. God. I am in love with those shoes.

IDK. It's just looks so- fantastic?-deliciously beautiful?- I am simping for those, quite literally. Is it normal for some human to simp on a pair of shoes? Whatever. So. Yeah. I was talking about the look. The flare of the pant, as he walks. His haircut. Like. Wow. Absolutely ravishing.

14. And he starts beating those mfs, one by one.

15. After beating those hooligans. He walks back to Babuji, to check up on him. He tells him to get a band-aid for his cut. Babuji is touched by his words and thanks him for the help.

16. Then, Shyam turns to look at where Amma was standing but is transfixed to see Khushi shyly(hesitantly?) looking at him with tears in her eyes, from behind her Amma, just like any other rom-com film, only that, this isn't any other rom-com film. (the Sitar and Tabla BG score used, here, is so freaking beautiful and also kind of suits him coz it sounds something like wicked and graceful.)

17. We can see, he is caught off guard, by the way, Khushi is looking at him; by her beauty. He realizes her hesitation and picks up her fallen dupatta and offers it to her but Amma takes it back. He might have wanted to talk to her but, before that, he is pulled out of his trance, by babuji and they bid him a goodbye.

Khushi turns back to look at him, one last time. Only that, this isn't the last time, they would be meeting. Alas. Khushi as well as we, don't even have an idea about, the depth, of his obsession with Khushi that, will go, after this moment.

18. Look at the absolute contrast, in the way, they introduced both the anti-hero and the main villain. At this point, half of the audience might have already started shipping Shyam and Khushi.

19. The sequence, at Gomti Sadan, is so freaking emotional. Khushi is, again, getting punished for the crime that she didn't even commit. (Or until they think that she shouldn't have left the house at all.)

20. Even babuji cannot come to forgive her, this time. Garima decides to send, both of them, away to Delhi. Buaji, who always had an over-reaction for every situation, was, a minute ago, shouting at both of them to say or do something, to punish Khushi,(She really likes to see Khushi suffering. Bloody sadist.) is shocked. Lol. "Dilli kauno davaai ki pudhia thori haee, ki ghol ke pilaay dio. Sab theek." (Delhi isn't some bundle of medicines that dissolving it in water and making it drink someone, would cure everything.)

21. The moment she realizes that she has to take both of the girl's responsibility, she spits out the water from her mouth. Lmao. She tries to convince both of them but is not successful. Her discomfort is so visible, as she gets to taste the result of her instigation. LMAO. LMAO. LMAO. Buaji ab maza aaya? Lol.

22. Anjali comes in with a thaali, diya and some incense sticks burning. Arnav is immediately irritated at the sight of his Didi (initially he used to call her 'didi' then he resorted to 'Di').

23. She asks about whether he ever thought about the well-being of 'that girl' before creating such a huge ruckus and Arnav, I think, is caught off guard.

24. We are immediately taken to 'that girl', who is so innocent that she could not even think that her 'woh' had released those 'taswirein'.

25. She vows to find out who was the one to release them.

26. Deepali's foundation was so off, in this scene. (Literally, her face looks so pale.)

27. Payal asks Khushi, in a challenging(or admonishing?) way, that how will she find out, ready to scold her, for even mentioning to do something else, lest it worsens the already messy situation, they are in.

28. Screen cuts to Arnav, still in his thoughts (maybe regretting? Lol. No.) as he comes out of his reverie and says " Soch ke hi toh kiya tha." (It was a thought out move.)

29. Liar. (Liar, pants on fire. Lol.) No. You were not thinking when you ordered for those videos to be released, Arnav. Why are you lying then? Tell your Didi that you did it, in a fit of rage, to show 'someone' that you actually hold a lot of power. Bloody b_stard.

30. Lol. "Ab aap apna yeh 'naari mukti morcha', yahan mat nikaliye, yeh mera office hai." (Now, please don't start your 'Women's Liberation March' here, this is my office.)

31. Lmao. The brother-sister banter is so heart warming and fun to watch :)

32. Both Khushi and Payal reach the office of 'Khabrein 24x7' (News 24x7). Khushi, is nervous, and clutches Payal's hand in fear. Payal understands her distress and smiles victoriously, that now she will be able to convince her sister, to return back to their comfort zone.

33. But, her sister is more courageous than she seems to be. And, true to her nature, she tells Payal to take a seat and walks up to the reception, gulping nervously.

34. She asks to have a word with their company's 'maalik' (owner). But, the receptionist tells her, for that she would have to go to Delhi.

35. After a few minutes of deciding, when she wants to talk, to the receptionist again, she tells her to wait for sometime without paying any attention that she is 'the same girl'.

36. Sometime later, the workers of the office realize that Khushi is that 'TV wali ladki' and they start mocking her and make fun of her situation. They circle her in the center of the office and keep laughing.

37. Payal is disappointed and reduces to tears immediately, she quickly walks up to Khushi but loses the courage to take her out of it, as her feet get frozen, due to the nervous-ness, by all that negative attention, that, they are getting.

38. Khushi noticing, that her sister is getting affected by the mess that they have managed to land into, speaks up. She, while shedding tears, knocks some sense into them. And they are.....umm, immediately regretting it? No realization?

I mean to say that they could have shown them realizing their mistake, like, they could have taken some time? Then, that, 'sorry we were wrong' could have made much more sense. Did you too feel that? No? Only me? Ok. Leave it. (Pata nahi choro.)

39. So. Yeah. They 'feel' sorry immediately. And regret it. But, Khushi does not want their apology. She wants the answers which she had come for. They reveal that they got the orders from the higher authorities ('Woh clippings release karne ke orders upar se aaye the.')

40. Khushi asks who send them those clippings and is unsurprisingly shocked. I know. I don't make sense. But. Let me explain. See. She is so naive, that, she didn't even realize the extent of power and influence that ASR commands.

Just because, she got to 'talk' to him personally, in a fairly public place (The Dargah), without any appointment, in his own office, doesn't mean that he is not 'that' much influential. It's just, he chose to have a conversation about the topic with her. He could have easily ignored her. But, he didn't.

So, my point is, she could not even come to think that only he would be the one, who could do this, even after, getting into a heated argument with 'The ASR'. She had already started treating him like an acquaintance. Like, he is a random normal person, just like her. And, not some Business Tycoon of the Fashion Industry. She had already started treating him like an equal, like a normal person, of her 'status'.

41. So. She's shocked. Screen stops at her face. Precap begins. *quickly pauses it* Spoilers. (Although I had already watched it once earlier *smiles nervously* I am not a hypocrite, okay? I had watched it out of excitement.)Ok. Bye.

P.S. : No P.S. Bye. Have a great day/night ahead. God bless you.

#arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #arshi #ipkknd #khushi kumari gupta #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #no tags today #lol #ok bye

[thediktatortot]

I feel like Steve would be one of those people that's like deathly allergic to something like walnuts or pecans, something relatively easy to not encounter in day to day meals so no one ever even knows he had an allergy to begin with.

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Steve sat at the dinner table squished between Dustin and Billy, the noise around him somewhat buzzing with conversation as the rest of the party talked over each other. It's Max's birthday and the kids decided to throw her a surprise party much to her embarrassment, but by this point she's completely forgotten about her dislike of surprises and is happily eating her slice of Pecan Pie.

Billy had said she loved the stuff and always asked her mom for it when they lived in California so he figured she would appreciate that more than a cake. So they made one.

Well, Steve hadn't, Billy had made the thing by himself because Steve had come up with the excuse of being the one to go get supplies so he didn't have to touch it, allergic to the Pecans. He'd never really told anyone about his allergy, not really seeing the need too when he rarely even encountered the things at all.

But now? There it sat, something beyond his reach.

It seemed to taste good if Max's face was anything to go by, and Steve had always enjoyed Pie's in general. He could have peanuts, cashews and pistachios without any issues, mostly the other nuts causing him to have a sore throat but nothing as bad as Pecans. His parents had gotten him an allergy panel when he was a little kid, so luckily he never had to find out the hard way.

But now he was curious. Now he wanted just a taste.

On impulse, Steve reached out and cut a chunk of the pie with his fork and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing the sweet and nutty pie with a hum.

"Wow, that's actually really good."

Billy and a few others gave Steve a curious but confused look, Mike piping up first. "What, never had Pecan Pie before?"

Steve finished chewing, swallowing the pie while staring at his fingers holding the fork with a thoughtful look as his tongue began to tingle and his body began to feel hot, thinking to himself it was a good thing they were at his house and he knew exactly where the Epi-pen was.

"huh?" He looked up, looking from Mike to Billy who was now staring at Steve's cheeks, red quickly creeping up from his neck and hairline. "Oh! No-... I'm actually extremely allergic and I really wanted to see what they tasted like."

A chorus of cries and barks of anger burst out from the group as Steve pushed up from his seat calmly, "I'll uh...go get my Epi-pen."

End

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I know that sometimes people with extreme allergies also need additional medical assistance after using their Epi-pen so please don't do this in real life. I'm lucky enough to rarely ever encounter my actual deadly allergy anywhere in normal life.

#Steve Harrington #Allergy

[resusfrenchie]

29 year old woman at the hospital after an asthma attack. She was still hooked to the monitor when the doctor found her lying down next to her bed.

He looked at the monitor... flatline ! He checked her pulse, no pulse...

"We got a code blue" he screamed and starts cpr. After 30 strong chest compressions, he began mouth to mouth. After each blowing he could see her chest raising with the air he was giving to her. After few cycles, other nurses and doctors come for help.

"I continue cpr" said another doctor.

At the same type a nurse place an IV in her left arm for pushing epi.

"she is fibrillating". One of the guy take the paddles, "charge to 200", everyone stand clear, CLEAR ! Still V-fib, charge to 360, CLEAR !

They could see all her body moving after this second shock.

Flatline doctors said the nurse.

The first one resume resus, "come on girl, one, two, three, for, five...."

"I push another epi" said the nurse.

They stop compressions and looked at the monitor, "v fib again, charge to 360 again"

CLEAR !

We got a pulse, we got a pulse!

She slowy began waking up, "it's ok girl, we got you" said the doctor.

#cardiophile #cpr resus #cpr #resus roleplay #self resus #resus community #defibrillation #medfet #cardiophilia #chest compressions #defib

[poison-in-my-pen]

A Piece of Mine

A/N: After watching S10: Epi 21 and then rewatching S10: Epi 4. A thought came to me, how would Dante's girlfriend react to seeing his unbounded rage?

The car ride home was quiet. I gazed at the images out of the passenger side window that was blurred by the rain. Was I overreacting? I’ve never seen him enraged like this before and it unleashed a hurricane in my head that he doesn’t know about, whose name I haven’t thought about until this moment. Dante’s stoicism, his gentle voice, his shyness, his vulnerability, his pensive stares, it all endeared me to him. But was all of that a facade to counter the rage that lived beneath the surface of his being? Was my judgment clouded because of it? I should've seen it, why didn't I see it? I’ve been here before, but this was not then, Dante is the complete opposite of him, or is he? 

"Babe, let me explain." His voice pulled me from my melancholy reverie. He reached out and rested his hand on my knee. 

I instinctively pushed his hand away, “don’t touch me.”

The acid in my voice caught us both off guard, I felt him stiffen next to me and my anger rushed forth like a tsunami wave because how dare he flinch when I just saw him bring a man twice his size down to his knees, hands in prayer as if Dante was his God begging for mercy. How dare he!

“Everything was a lie.”

“I never lied to you.”

“How did I miss this? How could I have been so stupid?”

“Babe, please.”

“You never get angry, you don’t raise your voice, not once when most people react, you just…I shrugged and trailed off. “How can someone as shy as you have this level of rage inside of them?”

He pointed at himself, “I never said I was shy, you assumed that because of my quiet nature. I’m a guy, all guys have different levels of aggression, it all comes down to how you choose to deal with that pent up anger. The gym, boxing is the way I release most of that energy and you are never around to see it, so I understand why you’re reacting like this.”

I scoffed, “you can’t possibly understand how I feel. Have you ever killed anyone with your bare hands?”

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, “anyone can kill another with their bare hands.”

“I’m not talking about anyone, Dante, I’m talking about you? Have you killed a man with your bare hands?”

He looked at his hands for a beat, his eyes flashed over to me piercing my own before they turned back to the road. His expressive eyes spoke sentences, but his lips replied with one word. “No.”

“But you could?”

“Any cop can, anyone in law enforcement can, man or woman.”

“Again with the deflecting.”

I gazed out the window watching his reflection as the car stopped and he turned off the engine. He closed his eyes and rolled his neck to the right,  the way he does when he becomes exasperated, then to his left; he opened his eyes and exhaled. He turned to me and unhooked my seatbelt. I opened the car door, stepping out before he had the chance to open his door and get to my door. He hated when I opened my own door and I slammed it shut knowing it would add to his exasperation that was building. 

I didn’t have the key, so I waited as he opened the door to our apartment. I stepped in front of him, kicked off my shoes and continued down the hall, feeling his presence behind me as he followed me into the bedroom. 

“You want the truth?”

“Yes.”

I had my back to him, he spun me around and took a step forward into my personal space and before my brain could relay the action to my body, he spoke, coolly “don’t move.” With his dark eyes fixed on my face, I felt the energy in the air shift as the heat from his body coalesced with the cold chill that escaped my core and scraped across my spine. 

I could taste the peppermint scent emitting from his lips, I felt myself sway hypnotically, one kiss would end this argument. 

“Are you afraid of me?” My breath hitched, my internal goddess hissed, yesssss. I shook my head. His lips brushed against my ear and I shivered, “I need to hear you say it. Remember, use your words.”

Those three words transported me to another time, our first time where he held me under a similar trance that I was unprepared for, where my body no longer belonged to me, but to him. 

I found my words hidden behind my ribcage. “No.”

“No, what?”

The air became thick.

My body hummed. 

“No, I’m not afraid of you.”

“Good.” He wrapped his hand around my neck and his thumb pressed lightly against my jugular, feeling my pulse hammer jacking against the pad of his thumb. “Yes, I can kill a man with my bare hands. When I was younger, I had this rage within me, an anger that made me lash out at any and everyone who looked at me the wrong way. Growing up the way I did, you never knew who would do you harm, so I had my guard up all the time and then I went to juvie.” He nudged my chin with his hand, “look at me.” I gazed at him, the green edges of his hazel eyes softened, “the rage you say you see is not the same rage that had a hold on me then. What you saw was rage controlled, I control it, it doesn’t control me. My psych eval says I’m nonreactive, which is true for the most part. There are situations like the one you saw tonight where I come close to the edge, but I will never step over. Now if someone did something to you or my mama,” he shrugs, “then who knows.” He dropped his hand to his side, “but, these are not the hands of a killer, these are the hands of your Danty, I’m the same man you met when you clumsily fell into my arms.” 

I laughed and he laughed as we both remembered that moment, the mood in the air shifted, the energy was still charged but it swung to the opposite direction.

This time I reached for him first, lifting his shirt and pulling the buckle to his belt. “I’m sorry for overreacting.”

His fingers trailed upwards under my dress, pulling my panties down to my ankle, he knelt down on his knees and lifted my leg over his shoulder, tossing my underwear across the room. He kissed my thigh, the warmth filled my apex. “Am I forgiven?”

I nodded. My eyes closed giving in to the sensation of his stubble against my inner thigh, his kisses stopped and my eyes flew open to find him staring up at me, “use your words.” 

“Yes, you are forgiven.” I said aloud.

He didn't have to speak his hazel eyes with the green edges became liquid gold, his fingers pushed against my opening and my warmth trickled onto his fingers. I moaned, grabbing his head. He lifted me up onto the edge of our bed, while he remained kneeled on the floor, his hands firmly pinned my wrists to my side, while his head was bowed at my altar.

“Dante, I screamed.

I could feel him smiling and I heard his voice in my head before he spoke.

“Use your words, baby.”  

Post note: Dante's character is a fun one to explore. Not guaranteed that I'll write more fics, but this was fun to write....

#poisoned pen #poison in my pen #poison in my veins #poisoned ink #fantasy fiction #poisoned veins #fanfic #chicago pd fanfiction #dante torres fan fiction #fan fiction #poison in my ink #chicago pd #one chicago #dante torres x reader #Dante Torres imagine

[kk095]

Hannah’s Head Injury

Hannah Dansby was a 28 year old web+app developer. She was the cute, shy, nerdy type who had shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and stood at 5’6 with a slim build. Sadly, Ms Dansby was brought into our emergency department recently after sustaining blunt head trauma in a high speed collision.

The young lady laid on a backboard in a c-collar. She was intubated, had EKG electrodes on her chest, and IV lines going in both arms. She had a large seatbelt shaped bruise across the front of her chest, while there was a large laceration above her right eyebrow. On the side of her head above her right ear, you could see an accumulation of blood soaking her hair in that general area, with some blood droplets coming out of the right ear. Hannah’s eyes were wide open upon arrival even though she was intubated, and was actively convulsing while medics Stephanie and Tracy wheeled her into the trauma bay. Hannah’s toes scrunched at the other end of the gurney, showing off the fresh black nail polish and the cute, prominent wrinkles in the soles of her size 8 feet. “28 year old female, restrained driver in a high speed MVC. Intubated en route, vitals all over the place. Started seizing just as we pulled into here.” Medic Stephanie tells the trauma team, giving them a quick summary of what to expect. “ok, let’s transfer her on my count. One… two… THREE!” Dr Lindsay ordered.

Hannah was transferred onto the trauma room table underneath the large overhead light. “Push a unit of ativan, and run stat trauma labs. Page radiology, I’d like to get a head CT sooner rather than later.” Lindsay barked out to the members of her trauma team. Nurse Nancy pushed the dose of the anticonvulsants and drew the trauma labs. Dr Lindsay shined a pen light in Hannah’s eyes, revealing her pupils were fixed and dilated. “well, she’s already braindead. What a shame.” Dr Lindsay announced, shaking her head. “she might be a good organ donor. But don’t let transplant surgery know just yet. We don’t need them hovering over this poor girl like a vulture.” Dr Jose added. “amen to that.” Nurse Nancy replied in agreement.

The ativan took effect and stopped Hannah’s seizure. However, Hannah’s heart also stopped. “damn it, someone start compressions!” Dr Lindsay shouted while taking a look at the monitors. Hannah’s eyes remained wide open, staring expressionlessly across the room while Dr Jose started pumping away at her chest. His compressions were intense and forceful, causing Hannah’s chest to cave in and her belly to ripple out. Her small, perky breasts jiggled and one arm hung off the side of the table, bobbing and lolling around. Blood shot out of her right ear in sync with each individual compression. What happened was the temporal bone of her skull became partially displaced and slashed open the temporal artery within the subarachnoid space. A lot of blood in such a small space is always bad, so the pressure inside her skull built up rather quickly, squeezing her brain, causing her brain death, and the only way out for the excess blood was through the ear canal.

“Epi and atropine in Linds” nurse Heather called out. “ok, I’ve got v-fib on the monitors. Charge the paddles to 250” Dr Lindsay called out. The paddles were charged, gelled, and pressed up against Hannah’s bare chest, and a shock was delivered as soon as Jose stood clear. KA-THUNK. The young woman’s broken body tensed up and flopped for a moment. “no pulse, recharge to 300.” Dr Lindsay called out, placing 2 fingers on Hannah’s neck for a carotid pulse. The defibs were readied, and shock #2 was delivered. Hannah’s feet kicked around on the other end of the table in response to the shock, wrinkling the soles of her feet. “She’s still in v-fib. Charge to 360.” Dr Jose ordered, closely looking at the heart monitor. The third shock caused Hannah’s chest to shoot up and her back to arch, while her eyes remained wide open, looking almost as if she was watching the team as they coded her.

A fourth shock was delivered shortly after, sending Hannah into PEA. Nurse Heather took over chest compressions this time, and the next doses of epinephrine and atropine were pushed into the young lady’s IV line. Medics Stephanie and Tracy stood behind the yellow line in the trauma room still watching the code. “what a shame.” Stephanie says, knowing how this code is going to play out. “yeah, I hope they find the SOB that hit her. Someone on scene said it was a hit and run.” Tracy replies. Tracy and Stephanie’s conversation is interrupted for a moment. “excuse me, coming through.” A female voice said. Sure enough, it was Dr Amy, the hospital’s transplant surgeon. “hey, is this the head trauma patient? I need an A+ liver for a hemochromatosis patient and a kidney for a little girl.” Dr Amy says, forgoing any greetings or any social graces associated with conversation. “ugh. Amy. Can this girl just die in peace?” a frustrated Dr Lindsay replies. “I know you have your patients to look out for, but I have mine to look out for. This beautiful girl woke up this morning not knowing it was gonna be her last day, and I wanna at least try for her.” Dr Lindsay added, trying to reason with the transplant surgeon. “alright, just try to make it quick so I can get the ORs ready.” Dr Amy replied, more or less disregarding Dr Lindsay’s heartfelt reply before walking out of the trauma room. “wow what a bitch.”  Medic Tracy said, surprised at the exchange that took place.

Hannah converted back to a shockable rhythm, so the paddles were charged to 360, gelled, and pressed back up against the patient’s bare chest. Hannah’s body jolted violently in response to the shock, but v-fib displayed on the monitors. “hit her again at 360. Everyone… CLEAR!” Dr Lindsay shouted, pressing the paddles onto Hannah’s bare chest. KA-THUNK. “no change, shocking again. Everyone stand clear!” Lindsay barked out. Hannah’s body thrashed around on the table for a brief moment before going limp again, but she was still in v-fib. Lindsay shocked her again, causing a quick, but violent reaction out of Hannah. This time, the monitors went completely flat. “asystole…” Dr Jose said in a defeated tone. Lindsay let out a sigh, and placed the defib paddles back on the crash cart. She started to peel her gloves off, making the dreaded announcement. “time of death, 4:07pm.”

The ambu bag was detached from the ET tube and the flatlined monitors were switched off. Nurse Nancy gently shut Hannah’s eyes for the last time, while nurse Heather started disconnecting the EKG electrodes. “let Amy know. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled…” an upset Dr Lindsay said, heading out of the room.

Hannah’s organs were able to be successfully extracted and were credited for saving 3 different lives. Unfortunately, the alleged hit and run driver that killed her has yet to be located by law enforcement. If you have any information regarding this incident, please reach out to the authorities.

[wormdebut]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Thank you to @wynnyfryd @steddieas-shegoes and @simplebtromance for tagging me! This was very much an ask game that none of us sent asks for so it’s a post game now 😂🖤

Honestly I am not as incredibly published as my amazing friends so I will simply post my two favs 🖤

1. Boys Who Kiss Boys On Stage (And Literally Everywhere Else)

This is an ongoing series that I love with all my heart, heavily inspired by Sleep Token, Bad Omens and The Funeral Portrait. Just let them be so slutty kiss on stage yknow? I love this one because Cut It Loose, the first part of this series, was my first real offering to the Steddie Folks and I love these boys with all my heart. I’m truly sorry for part three when it comes out but don’t even worry about it. Part four will make up for it, promise.

2. I Like Playing Dumb Until You Figure Me Out

Writing Frat Boy Steve Harrington (And Thomas Hagan, high epi-pen) from the eyes of one, Eddie Munson was so fucking fun.

Stay Tuned for my Spicy Six Summer Challenge Fic - Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy With His Hair Pushed Back and also my baby, the story I cannot wait for y’all to have - Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In That Face) and also many many more parts to Boys Who Kiss Boys. I have three more planned thus far. Those boys will never leave my brain. Oh and also the King Of Hell AU that’ll be wild.

I am tagging @cuips-not-cute @onirislanding @xenon-demon @spicysix @penny00dreadful and also @patchworkgargoyle cause I can. Please celebrate you so that we can all celebrate you too! 🖤✨

#I LOVE THE VIBES IN THE STUDIO TODAY #boys who kiss boys on stage #kiss your knuckles #tell Eddie he looks sexy with his hair pushed back #worm brain #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Yelling, Mentions of shooting, Harassment, Assault, Fighting, Guns, and Attempted murder. I think that's all tell me if i missed anything

A/n: I have finally finished 🎉. I hope y’all enjoy this as much I as I did

Summary: You get into a fight at school and Hailey helps you and your brother to stop fighting.

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It was a chilly, no… freezing day in Chicago. It was snowing but not as much currently because the storm is supposed to hit later tonight.

You decided to walk to the firehouse instead of riding the bus because you didn’t feel like hearing everyone screaming whenever the bus would almost crash, even though you were one of those people with your friends.

Your class won a food party because they collected the most votes on the door decoration contest. Luckily none of the food had strawberries. Because you deathly allergic to strawberries and always needed and Epi Pen with you just in case.

Which reminded you to tell Will or Jay that you needed a new one since you lost you last one when you went out sledding with them.

But when you opened your locker to get your backpack and Jacket there was a box of chocolate chip cookies.

~inside the box

don’t worry there’s no strawberries, 

-secret admire ;)

You screamed internally one because you lived  for Chocolate chip cookies and, you had a secret admirer?

*** 

On your way home you were starving since you didn’t eat much at school only really some fries from the restaurant.

So you decided to eat 2 cookies and let everyone else fight for the rest, they were yours after all. 

Opening the box carefully so you didn’t drop the box and whatever was in your hands.

You shoved the whistle cookie in your mouth. You may do girl things but you eat like a grown man, especially a football player.

Not even 10 seconds after swallowing the cookie your throat started to feel dry and you couldn’t breath 

(Give me a break today this is all going to be in mine right now)

“Shit. There’s no strawberries in these, unless.” You picked up a cookie and broke it in half. “What kind of physco put strawberries in chocolate. I- I need to get t-to the house”

***

You basically pushed everyone aside who tried to greet you and rushed to kitchen.

“Ayy, Y/n how’s my favorite Halstead sibling doing” Kelly joked

Jay hit Kelly in the elbow hard. “Cmon man it was a joke, I can have favorites”

“Nah, I see how it is, guess I’m never bringing food over here again. And you can keep Y/n forever then” Jay shrugged.

“I was just trying to cheer her up, she looks upset” Kelly usually payed attention to

Your face whenever you came in. He would know if it was ok to make jokes or he needed to pull you to side and talk to you. Right now you liked upset but that’s because you weren’t processing anything.

But clearly ignoring everyone was for nothing because you barley made it to your drawer of the kitchen before you fell and your backpack cushioned your fall.

At least you’d didn’t  hit  your head.

“Y/n you good?” Jay stood up from the chair he was sitting at. This was so unlike you. You always came in and said “Hi” or “Hello” to everyone weather or not you were having a bad day

Hailey practically runs in due to all the commotion with Stella and Sylvie right behind her

Hailey picked up the box and your backpack so it was out of the way but when she looked in the box she saw something that she thought you wouldn’t have. 

“Shit, where does Y/n keep all her stuff in here” Hailey was looking at both Sylvie and Stella but she hoping at least both of them answer.

“Uhh bottom drawer far left”

Hailey rummaged through the draw untill she found a tube with a bright orange tip. And sprinted to you and pushed everyone out of the way.

As everyone was yelling at Hailey like she was crazy she rolled up your pant legs and Jabbed the Epi Pen in the middle of your thigh.

“HAILEY ARE YOU CRAZY? WE DONT EVEN KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH HER” Jay screamed 

“Strawberries- she had strawberries” She sighed

***

My head feels like it’s underwater

Everything seems so muffled 

What-what happened?

Your eyes flutter open and immediately shut them due to the light.

“Cmon y/n come on back to us” a soft voice says

“Give her space guys” as time goes on the voices get louder and it forces you to open your eyes. 

“Just rest, we’re not gonna push you to talk, we’ll talk at home. We’re gonna leave soon”

Hailey had to go home while you were passed out because she had an early shift tomorrow so Will drove over to the firehouse to come and get both you and Jay.

“How is she?” Jay looked in his rear view mirror to see you guys.

Will checked your pulse again and looked at the watch on his wrist “her pulse is better but her breathing is slow, I might give her oxygen when we get home”

“Why would she eat strawberries?” 

“They were cookie Jay, maybe she didn’t know. It happens” 

“Well it better have been an accident or me her are gonna have a serious talk” Jay grumbled 

“Don’t be to harsh on her”

****

You woke up around 5:30am and couldn’t go back to sleep, and the one thing you hated the oxygen.

You’d much rather have the nasal one but you can’t exactly argue with adults on what’s better for your health so you just have to deal with the mask. 

Eventually it got hot and you got bored since you couldn’t find your phone you assumed it was still at the fire house or Jay had it.

You dragged your little tank/ machine across the room and grabbed your comforter (the very top blanket on your bed) and your pillows and one stuff animal  and stuffed them into the bath tub and you found your laptop and you put on your favorite show.

This was better than being in your bed. 

Will woke up to sounds of Jay screaming in his ear. So much for trying to sleep in.

“Wake up, Y/n’s gone she’s not in her bed” Jay almost screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Are you crazy? Check her bathroom, I found her sleeping in there one time after a reaction and I hear sounds coming from there this morning” Will turned his back to Jay.

Jay ran into your bathroom which was connected to your bedroom and what he saw made his heart melt. 

*** 

“Here’s the real story, the PTO had a cookie drive where you could buy cookies for your friends and stuff like that and they would put it in your locker and we would find them, mine had a note that just said that “thanks for being great friend, don’t worry there’s no strawberries” Okay, so maybe you lied a little but it’s better than jay beating up some poor boy.

“Did it say from who?” Jay asked in his detective tone

“Nope, and I’m pretty sure Hailey told me she threw the box away while I was passed out” you shrugged.

“I guess it’s fine, maybe the PTO forgot. It’s not like anyone hurt you on purpose so it fine. Right jay” Will sent jay that look to just drop this subject this one time.

“Yeah right…” Jay picked at his pancakes. He wanted to look in to it more but Hailey would kill him.

But… the laughing and the image of you guys faded into his mind.

Flashback end… (WHAT?!??)

Will realized it, it was Milly. Milly was somewhat an old friend of yours and he remembered the day you said you told her that you were allergic to strawberries when she was over. You’ve only been allergic for around a year and half. There hadn’t been anyone else you told. 

Except for Milly…

Will shot up from the couch grabbed his keys from the bowl and ran outside to his car.

Will attempted to call Jay but he didn’t answer. So he was probably out with Hailey. 

“Jay when you get this meet me at the Jail they have Y/n at immediately. There’s not a lot of time” 

***

“Uhh yeah, I just opened my locker and the they were there. I didn’t think anything of it, I guess I was just excited” You shrugged.

“Did you tell anyone else about your allergy other than Milly” Jay spoke

“No, not untill after the incident, I honestly don’t remember much from that day, but i don’t really care to be honest.” You shrugged once again.

“Y/n listen to me, you’re going to have another court date. You’re going to tell everyone exactly what you told us. We’ll get security footage from the school and we’ll also get statements from everyone at the house” You’re lawyer was pretty strict and prescient on getting you out.

It wasn’t the first time someone has gone against Milly in court and you’re lawyer had won 4 cases against 2 

***

1 year and 7 months ago

“Well well well isn’t it the detectives little sister?” 

“What did I do not milly?” You sighed.

“Nothing, I just wanna make your life a living hell. Your brother is horrible and if I can’t do anything to him I might as well hurt what’s best to him, his little sister-.” Milly had a smirk on her face.

“Please Milly, I’m just trying to fix my makeup” you rolled your eyes and looked back at the mirror.

“Let’s see if make up can fix this” before you could ask her what she meant you felt stinging on your right eye.

#chicago pd #halstead brothers #jay halstead #one chicago #halstead sister #chicago #will halstead #x reader #chicago med #Halstead sister X Will #jay halstead x reader #will halstead x reader

[rahleeyah]

You are not mistaken, the beanie gifset is indeed from Elliot's puking-from-the-HIV-prophylaxis era. Which I think lasted all of one episode, not including the one that introduced it? I always lament how underexplored that plotline was. I always want to know, like, what was that conversation with Kathy and/or the kids like? Was there one?

NO LITERALLY there is sooooooo much to unpack there. Did he tell Kathy? It was like a long time before they were sure he was in the clear, right, couple weeks, month or two? Did he tell her or just push her away and wait for it to blow over? How could he hide it from her, when the meds were making him sick? What was he thinking about it, about his future, about all the stereotypes that go along with this disease especially at that time? Was he thinking not just of immediate consequences but of his own mortality? Was he wondering if Kathy would stay with him if he was positive? Was he wondering if he'd stay with her? What would have happened, if there had been a different result?

It's such an interesting choice, and a kind of gutsy one, imo, given the time period and the idk machismo of the cop procedural in general - would they do anything like this now? I don't think we'd want to see it if they did - and to do it to Elliot, specifically, the vehicle of straight white manhood, and it's not resolved in one epi, they took the time to carry it over, and show some of the reality of what he'd go thru under those circumstances, and that's something 1.0 did much better than 2.0, imo, is that both were trying in some way to teach middle America about sticky issues, and 1.0 put viewers in the middle of the conundrum, and 2.0 more often just preached, or worse, attempted to engage empathy but went so far ott that it circled right back around to preaching. I am thinking about the bit about solitary confinement, when instead of just saying "it's bad" they had Elliot - the audience's vehicle in the narrative - try it out for himself and come out deeply troubled by the experience - and of course he was, wasn't he, Elliot who's never been alone a day in his life suddenly trapped and unable to run from his own thoughts and

Wow I got off track somewhere in there but just. Yeah. What was going thru his head during this period? Would love to get in there and poke around

#asks #s.vu #e.o asks