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sevcasejay1chicago · 9 months

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Babysitting mishaps- Severide/Jay Halstead/ Casey

Summary: when Jay picks you up from you job that you do on your off shifts, he is concerned when you remain silent on the way home. What’s going through your mind?

Warnings: honestly, this is mental abuse so be warned, some language I think.

Authors note: First, if you are in this type of situation, GET OUT (I am preaching to myself, but please get out of that situation). Second, this is not an ask, but it’s something I needed to vent out and get out, so I hope you enjoy some fluff and maybe a glimps onto my own life….

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You have been a babysitter on your off shifts for years. If you hadn’t been a paramedic, you would have greatly considered being a pediatrician. Other than being a paramedic, your other life purpose is to take care of children.

You’ve had your good and your bad families. You have always tried your best to just do your job and stay out of the way, but this was the last straw. You hate driving, so you sit silently in the passenger seat of Jay’s truck.

Jay sighs as he glanced over at you once more. “Baby. Talk to me.” Jay basically begged, resting a hand on your thigh as he turns onto the road to the town house that you both share with Matt and Kelly.

You shook your head and kept your gaze plastered out of the window. You couldn’t talk now. As it was, you were barely holding it together with Jay’s gentle touch and soft voice. The second you opened your mouth, you were sure that you would burst into tears.

Jay sighed again and left his hand on your thigh as he smoothly pulled into a parking space. Jay turned off the truck and sat with you quietly. He knew better than to rush you, but he also knew to follow your lead until it was no longer beneficial to you.

Sighing, you looked at Matt and Kelly’s cars in the driveway. If you were going to talk about it, you were going to only say it one time. So, you readied yourself before you got out of the truck, squeezing Jay’s hand before hopping down and making a beeline for the front door.

The door was unlocked, so you walked straight in. Kelly was sat at the counter, watching Matt make dinner for the four of you. Normally, you would go in and help straight away, kissing both Matt and Kelly with a gentle smile. Tonight, you walked straight to the bedroom and shut the door, needing a minute to yourself while you changed into some comfy clothes, which consisted of Jay’s Army sweatshirt with Matt’s fireman shirt and Kelly’s sweats.

As soon as Jay came in, Matt and Kelly shared a look before Kelly finally spoke. “Alright, what’s going on with her?”

“I don’t know. Honest.” Jay said, holding up his hands. “She’s been quiet since I picked her up. She wouldn’t say a word the whole way home and you both know she normally gushes about whatever she did with the kids.” Jay said, coming to sit next to Kelly.

Matt turned and grabbed a beer from the fridge, setting it down in front of Jay. “She’ll either come to us when she is ready or start crying. Either way, we all need to stay calm and be rational.” Matt said, giving Jay a pointed look.

“What? You think I can’t be calm and rational?” Jay asked, taking a sip of his beer.

Kelly chuckled. “Please. You are so protective over her. I guarantee that you will be fuming and threatening to kill whoever upset her as soon as she tells us what’s wrong.” Kelly commented, tipping his bottle toward Jay as he spoke before taking a sip himself.

“Like you have room to talk.” Matt laughed, shaking his head as he turned to continue dinner.

A few minutes later, you came out of the bedroom in your comfy clothes, making a beeline for Kelly. He placed his beer down and opened his arms, taking you into his embrace as he met the eyes of your other two partners.

“Hey baby.” Kelly whispered, kissing the top of your head. “You doing okay?” Kelly lightly probed.

You grunted into him, bringing your sweatshirt covered hands between the two of you like you were trying to hide yourself in his embrace. Kelly could feel you shaking and immediately started rubbing your back to try and generate some heat.

“Jay, go grab her blanket please.” Kelly said, giving Matt a look as Jay jogged quickly into the living room and came back, wrapping you up.

Kelly lifted you into his lap and gently rocked you before deciding that the couch would be more comfortable and moved into the living room. Jay followed suit and then Matt came in, having turned off the stove and covered up dinner to finish later.

“Sweetheart. Please talk to us.” Matt said, sitting down beside Kelly.

“I-I can’t do it anymore.” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek. “He Al-always yells a-and cur-curses at the kids.” You shook your head, letting out a sob. “I can’t h-help them. I can’t w-watch it anymore.” You said, choking on a sob as Kelly pulled you closer into his embrace.

“Shhhh breathe baby. Just breathe.” Kelly whispered, bringing your face into his neck.

Jay was seeing red but kept his comments to himself for the time being. He knew there wasn’t anything he could do legally. He’s seen worse and those parents still kept their kids. “Baby. Has he acted this way toward you?” Jay asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

You nodded slightly into Kelly’s neck but couldn’t make yourself say anything. Matt reached over and held Jay’s hand, squeezing it and telling him to breathe with his eyes. Jay was fuming. Nobody talks to his partners like that, but you needed him right now.

“Baby. Are you planning on going back?” Matt asked, using his free hand to rub your arm.

You shook your head no again and your lovers all breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good. Good girl.” Jay praised. “He needs to figure out what he’s lost. Nobody else would deal with that behavior either.” Jay said, hoping to consul you.

“B-but the kids.” You sobbed. “He-he’s mentally d-damaging them. Developmentally.” You said, shaking as you realized that you left those kids with an emotionally unavailable father who’s only goal was to keep them alive until they turned 18, emotions be damned. You felt sick. You sat up and covered your mouth, staring wide eyed at Matt.

“Sh Sh Sh. Breathe.” Matt said, taking your face in his hands. He knew you were just panicking. “Your alright. In, 1,2,3. Out 1,2,3. Good.” Matt guided and praised you.

Jay got up to grab a wash cloth and a water as Kelly held you and Matt worked on getting you calmed down. He needed a second himself. Of course, once Jay returned, Matt and Kelly had you calmed down and reclined on Kelly’s lap. Jay wiped your face gently and then guided the water to your lips while he placed the wash cloth on the back of your neck. You would be okay eventually, and Jay may have a conversation with the dad on a later date, but nobody else needed to know that.

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Firehouse Harrington - Chapter 3

fireman!Steve Harrington x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ SMUT, ANGST, Steve knocks a guy's lights out, ok? ok.

a/n | It's halloween, Steve's least favorite holiday. But the spookiest thing here are his serious abandonment issues :/

Steve hates Halloween. Crowds mulling about on the sidewalks, little kids screaming for no good reason, and usually a significant uptick in calls to the station due to people’s booze-heavy parties. It’s the one thing he asked for from the chief, to have Halloween off every year so he could go into hiding for those twenty-four hours of national stupidity.

This year is proving to be different. While he does have the day off from the station, his girl has asked him to come with her to a Halloween party. When he had told her there was no chance in hell he’d go out on Halloween, she just shrugged, said fine, that she’d go by herself. Steve wasn’t about to let that fly.

That’s why he currently finds himself waiting outside her dorm in the quick-cooling October night. She had told him to wear a costume, which he balked at. But he did put in some effort, putting on his worn leather jacket from his army days, letting his dog tags hang out over a white t-shirt, aviators on his face. Top Gun was still cool, right?

His worries about his own outfit fly out the window when she finally comes out though. He finds himself speechless, taking in her attire. She’s wearing a very tight and very short black dress. Too short, too tight he thinks to himself. There’s yellow and gray stripes in some parts, and Steve realizes it’s the same kind of stripes that are on his own uniform. And then he sees she’s got a little plastic fireman’s hat on her head. Mother of god. He swallows thickly, finally meeting her eyes.

“Hi, Stevie.” “You’re not going out in that.” She scoffs at him, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that makes her cleavage even more unbearable.

“Steve, don’t do this. I thought you’d like my costume. I wore it for you.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face.

“I do like it, doll. But I’m pretty sure every other guy on this campus is gonna like it too.” She steps forward, bringing her palms to rub up and down his chest.

“Listen, don’t worry about every other guy, yeah? I just wanna have a good night with you.” He knows there’s no use arguing with her, she might even be more stubborn than he is, so he just sighs. He offers her a crook of a smile before tipping her hat up with his finger.

“Alright, alright. Lead the way, chief.” She grins, taking his hand and tugging him along to wherever this godforsaken party is.

Steve’s stomach drops when he sees the greek letters over the front door of the house. A fucking frat party? She tugs on his hand, looking back at where he seems to be stuck in place.

“Baby, we’re just gonna have some fun, ok? And then we can leave, whenever you want to.”

“Can we leave now?”

“Steve.” he acquiesces to her, letting her pull him into the house.

Steve is immediately reminded why he hates Halloween.

It’s a sea of scantily clad bodies bumping into each other to the beat of an ingratiating song. He feels like he can practically chew the air it’s so humid and murky inside, a mix of sweat and booze assaulting his senses. The only thing keeping him from completely losing it is her hand still firmly holding onto his as she leads him through the crowd towards the kitchen at the back of the house.

She lets go of his hand to hug a few of her friends and he hates how much he wishes she hadn’t let go of him. He tries to act somewhat pleasant as she introduces him to her friends, trying to make his grimace look more like a smile. Truthfully, he can barely hear a word anyone is saying, the music coupled with his already damaged hearing making everything sound muffled. He just smiles and nods.

They settle into a corner in the kitchen, he slots behind her, hands around her waist while she talks with her friends. He’s quick to throw back a few swigs of some non-descript liquor that’s littering the countertop, letting things mellow out just a bit in his mind as his throat burns with the gulps. The alcohol lets him slip away from it all, only anchored by the feeling of his hands on her hips. He’s pulled back to the present moment when she turns in his grasp, he leans down to let her speak into his ear.

“We’re gonna go dance, baby. Will you come dance with me?” He huffs.

“No, doll. You go dance. I’ll watch, yeah?” She frowns just slightly before leaving him with a chaste peck, turning and following her friends into the living room. Steve fills a red solo cup with something dark before shuffling after her, leaning up against a wall and watching her move into the crowd.

“Hey, man. That’s a sick jacket. Is it thrifted?” Steve’s attention is turned to a guy who’s fingering the American flag patch on his shoulder. He shrugs his hand off.

“Sorry, what?”

“Your jacket, bro. Is it vintage?”

“Uh, no. It’s mine.” Steve can’t believe this guy, he’s only five years older than most of the people here for christ’s sake.

“Well, it’s real cool, man. Where’d you get a jacket like that?”

“The army.” The guy laughs. Steve’s losing his patience.

“No shit. Really? You in the army, bro?” Steve just nods, glancing away, trying to find her in the crowd.

His eyes finally land on her and his heart kicks up when he sees that she’s been cornered by some punk in a cowboy hat. He tries to keep his cool as he starts shoving through the crowd, but when he sees cowboy hat put his hand on her waist he goes livid. He turns the guy around by his shoulder and when he speaks it comes out in a loud bark that can definitely be heard over the music.

“Hey! Why don’t you keep your fucking hands to yourself, kid.” Cowboy hat scoffs.

“Why don’t you mind your own business, man. Just trying to take a pretty lady home for the night, is that such a crime?” Steve snaps, and before his brain can catch up, he’s tackling cowboy hat to the ground. A crowd has formed around the pair as they struggle against each other, but Steve gets the upper hand, landing several, crunching blows to the man’s face. He gives him one more jostle by the collar of his shirt before he stands, spitting blood out of the side of his mouth.

The ringing in his ears finally dies down and he realizes that the music has stopped. Everyone has stopped to watch what just happened. He finally finds her eyes in the crowd and his stomach twists. Her jaw is slack and her eyes are wide. She looks shocked. Even worse, she looks scared. Steve feels like he’s going to throw up, seeing her look at him like that. He does the only thing he can think to do, shoving his way out of the crowd and out the front door, starting to walk off down the street in a bit of a haze.

He hears her calling his name but he doesn’t turn around, just keeps walking.

“Jesus christ, Steve. Will you stop? Or at least slow down? I’m in fucking heels.” He sighs, stopping in his tracks before turning around, keeping his eyes on his sneakers. She walks up to him, dipping to catch his gaze.

“You’re bleeding, baby. Will you come with me, please? Get you cleaned up?”

“Why’d you follow me out?” She looks taken aback by his question.

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I?” Steve scoffs.

“I saw the way you were looking at me. Thought you finally figured out that I’m no good for you.” She sighs, tilting his chin with her knuckles to get him to finally look at her.

“Steve, I’m a big girl who can determine all on my own what is or isn’t good for me, ok? Now will you please come with me so we can get you taken care of?” Steve nods mutely, once again letting her lead the way, this time back to her dorm.

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He’s never been in her room before. She has a single because she’s an RA, neat, if not a bit sparse. He sees the grad school pamphlets on her desk and something in him twists at the reality that she’ll most likely be moving away in just a few months. Onto much better things, he supposes. He stands in the doorway, watching as she slips off her heels in turn for a pair of flip flops before sliding a first aid kit out from under her bed. He quirks an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugs.

“Comes with the territory of looking after a bunch of college freshmen. Now let’s go get you fixed up, baby.”

She leads him to the floor’s bathroom and mercifully, it’s empty, everyone else still out getting sloshed. She motions for him to hop up on the counter, stepping between his legs and taking his chin in her hand to inspect his face. She hums.

“Just a cut lip and the start of a black eye. Didn’t realize Matthew got in any swings at you.” Steve grumbles.

“Don’t wanna talk about fucking Matthew.” She huffs at that, but continues her ministrations, dabbing at his lip and split knuckles with alcohol wipes. Her words come out as a murmur as she bandages his knuckles.

“Steve, I’m sorry I made you come out with me tonight. You told me you didn’t want to go and I pushed and I shouldn’t have.” He goes to speak but she shoots him a look that tells him to keep quiet.

“But, this can’t keep happening. You promised me you’d work on this shit. I get that it’s hard for you, but it’s never gonna get better if you don’t try. Did you look into that VA psych center I told you about? They offer counseling that’d be practically free for you.” Steve grumbles.

“I don’t need some fucking shrink digging around in my head. Just gotta– I don’t know, try harder to not be so fucking stupid.” She squeezes his thighs.

“Hey. You’re not stupid, Steve. You’re a human who’s–”

“Doing his best. Yeah, yeah, miss therapy. Obviously not doing good enough for you though.” He regrets it the minute it leaves his mouth, sees the way her face falls at his words. She clears her throat.

“I’m just trying to help you, Steve. Fuck– I care about you, a lot.” She turns on her heel, bringing her hand to her forehead, Steve watches an exhale slacken her shoulders.

He slides off the counter, shuffling up behind her until his chest is pressed to her back, slipping his palms to splay across her stomach. She jumps at first, but settles into his grasp. She always does.

He rests his chin on her shoulder and sways them a bit side to side. She sighs, eyes closed.

“M’sorry, doll. I didn’t mean it. You know that, huh?” She brings her palms to slide along his forearms before twining their hands together.

“You never mean it, Stevie. But sometimes you can be so mean. I just wanna help you.”

“I know, baby. You’re so good to me. So good for me. Don’t fucking deserve you. Tell you what, first thing Monday, I’ll call that VA center, ok? I promise.” He lands a kiss to her temple before burying his face in her neck. She hums at his words.

“But I think you like when I’m a little mean, don’t you?” He can’t help the sly grin that slides across his face and into her shoulder. He feels her shiver in his grasp.

“Uh-huh. Tell me, pretty, who’d you get all dressed up for tonight, hm?” He untangles their hands, letting his palms slide down her thighs before roughly catching the hem of her dress and rucking it up to her waist. She gasps, stumbling forward a bit and steadying herself by pressing her palms against the tiled wall. Steve keeps his hands on her waist, sliding them down to catch the band of her little black thong to snap it against the plush of her hip.

“You, Steve. It’s all for you.” He kicks her feet apart, spreading her wider for him as he kneels behind her, dragging her panties down with him. She goes to turn around but he lands a harsh smack to her ass, making her lurch forward again.

“You’re perfect just like this, pretty. Stay just like that. Daddy wants a taste.” Before she can protest he’s diving in, licking a salacious stripe through her folds. She whines as he gets to work, and Steve thinks for a flickering moment that he’s found one other thing he’s great at. Making his girl fall apart. He fucks her with his tongue and she reaches a hand back to grip onto his hair, grinding her hips onto his mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Want one from you just like this. Want you to come on my tongue, can you do that for me?” She lets out a long sigh.

“Y-yes, daddy. Fuck– just don’t stop, please.” He lands a sharp smack to her ass before dipping back into her cunt.

Steve knows all her tells by now, the way her breath starts to catch, the little whimpers, the shake in her thighs. She lets out a broken cry when she comes, fingers digging into his hair, he groans under the pressure. Her head dips down, forehead resting against the tile. Steve slowly stands, keeping a firm hold of her waist when her knees start to buckle.

“I got you, baby. I got you. Did so good for me.” She lets out a long whine of his name and it makes his cock twitch in his jeans.

He holds her steady, palm splayed along her stomach, pressing her back into him as he grinds into her ass.

“S-Steve– someone might see– fuck!” He rolls his hips particularly hard into her.

“Is that right, doll? Well, they’d just see what a good little slut you are for me, yeah?” She whimpers when his teeth graze along her neck. He unbuckles his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock, smearing pre-cum across her ass.

“You want me, right, baby? Tell daddy what you want.” She jerks back into him when he slides his cock between her folds.

“Want you, daddy. Want you to fuck me, p-please. I–” Steve thrusts into her in one harsh arc of his hips and she lets out a broken gasp. He gives her no time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that’s drawing little whimpers out of her with each press of his hips. The adrenaline and alcohol from earlier is finally catching up to Steve, and he needs her desperately.

“Fuck, baby. Little pussy’s made for me. Taking me so well. Just take it, doll. Be a good girl and take it.” His fingers are digging into the swell of her hips as he presses his chest to her back, hovering over her hunched figure. He slides one hand down her front to toy harshly with her clit, practically drawing a sob from her. She’s a babbling mess underneath him, letting out curses and cries of his name. Steve cranes his neck to get a look at her face, seeing tears glittering down her cheeks.

“You crying on my cock, pretty? S’just that good, huh?” She lets out a chant of the word “yes” to his question, too far gone in the pleasure and pain of it all to say much else.

“Come for me. Right fucking now. Come all over my cock, pretty.” She cries out, breaking off into a gasp as she pulses around his dick and Steve groans at the feeling. Steve’s not far behind, pressing his forehead between her shoulder blades as he grinds his hips as hard into her as he can, coming so deep in her she shivers at the feeling.

He presses a kiss to the nape of her neck, shushing her whimpers as he pulls out.

“Y’alright, doll?” She sighs, turning around and leaning back against the wall as she shimmies the skirt of her dress back down around her thighs.

“Yeah, um, where’s my underwear though?” Steve scans the tiled floor, finding them off to the side where he must have tossed them. When he grabs them for her, he realizes that he had ripped right through them. She raises her eyebrows at him when she sees their shredded state.

“Steve, I can’t believe you–”

“S’fine, pretty. I’ll buy you a new pair, huh?”

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They shower together in the shitty dorm bathroom. She gives him back a t-shirt and pair of sweats of his that she had stolen from his place a while ago, coaxing him into staying for the night. They curl around each other in her tiny dorm room bed and she takes to carding her fingers through his still damp hair. Steve would never admit it out loud, but it’s quickly become his favorite feeling in the world, having her hands in his hair.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re gonna hold to your promise, right? Gonna call the VA center on Monday?” Steve sighs and nods. She could ask him to chop off his hand and he’d probably do it right now, he’s so faded out from the light scratching of her nails on his scalp.

“Yes, baby. M’gonna call them, I promise.” She seems to accept his answer, letting out a sigh of her own.

“You know, I really meant what I said. I care about you so much, Steve.” He lifts his head from her chest, looking up at her.

“I know you do, doll. Christ, it’s only been a few months but– I– you– I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Her eyes soften as she brings her hand to stroke along the arch of his cheek. He feels like he’s going to melt.

“Oh, Steve. You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere, you’ve got me.” Steve presses a kiss to her sternum before settling back against her chest. She falls asleep before him, but he can’t seem to shake an incessant thought that plays on a loop in his mind. Not going anywhere, yet.

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Steve wakes up early the next morning, trying to untangle himself from her without disturbing her sleeping form. She stirs next to him as he sits on the edge of her bed.

“Steve? It’s early, what’re you doing?” He brushes his palm down her bare arm before drawing it back up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Gotta go, pretty. My shift starts in half an hour.” She frowns slightly, sitting up and holding onto his hand.

“It’s two days, isn’t it?” He nods.

“That’s the price for having Halloween off every year.” They both sigh, taking in each other’s sleep-smudged figures.

“You’ll be careful, right?” He scoffs but she grips his thigh, giving him a squeeze that tells him she means business.

“Steve, please tell me you’ll be careful.” “Baby, I know what I’m doing. Besides, the likelihood of anything beyond a cat stuck in a tree or a faulty fire alarm in the next forty-eight hours is so low. I’ll probably just be sitting at the station for the next two days, watching grass grow.” Her frown deepens at his words and he surges forward to try to kiss it away. It doesn’t quite work.

“It just freaks me out sometimes. One day you’re with me and the next you’re on shift and I don’t know if it’s been a good or bad one until the next time I see you. And then I start worrying about if there’s gonna be a next time and—”

“Woah, woah. I’m a firefighter, pretty, not a fucking navy seal. Look, I’m gonna promise you two things. First, I promise that I’m gonna call that goddamn VA center on Monday.” This earns him a slight smile.

“And second, I promise you that as long as I can help it, there’s gonna be a next time, ok?” She huffs, not seeming totally convinced. Steve cups her face in both his palms.

“And, I guess I’ll be careful, for you.” He seals his words with a chaste kiss which she chases after, deepening in a way that makes his brain go fuzzy. He finally pulls away, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I really gotta go, doll. I’ll see you soon.” She offers him a smile.

“Until next time, Steve.”

#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

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aceofwhump · 4 months

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Have you made a list or notes on whumpy Hallmark and if so where?🥺

You know what, I haven't yet! Let me do that for ya now. And if anyone wants to add their favs please do so!

A Gift To Remember: Darcy (Ali Liebert) hits Aiden (Peter Porte) while riding her bike and he gets knocked out and loses his memory. It’s pretty good.

Love on the Sidelines : Laurel (Emily Kinney) is a struggling fashion designer who finds herself with a job as a personal assistant for Danny (John Reardon), a quarterback sidelined with an broken ankle. Danny is on crutches for most of the movie and is recovery from his injury.

Spirit of Christmas: A young lawyer (Jen Lilley) finds romance with a spirit (Thomas Beaudoin) that takes the form of a human 12 days before Christmas. He was murdered and there are flashbacks to him being attacked and killed.

Christmas Homecoming: Stars Michael Shanks (Daniel Jackson from SG1!!) as an Army Captain recovering from an injury in battle. He's got a broken leg and suffers from survivors guilt and ptsd.

Hailey Dean Mysteries: Deadly Estate for some good poisoning whump of a medical examiner. You want unconscious? medically induced coma? respirator? bedside vigils? worry? waking up with a twitching hand? walking down the hospital floor holding onto their iv pole? Then this is the movie for you!

Love Blossoms: one small part when the main guy, Declan, gets sick with a cold during the movie. It’s kind of cute but the rest of the movie's got nothing.

Second Chances: "A badly injured leg forces fireman Jeff, who lost his father in a fire as a young boy, to rent a ground floor room during his recovery. Thus he moves in with Jenny, a 911 emergency call center operator, and her two young children, Luke and Elsie, who soon dote on him as an ideal substitute father and try matching him with their mother."

My Gal Sunday: Henry (Cameron Mattheson) gets shot in the beginning of the movie.

Signed Sealed Delivered Lost Without You: Oliver goes on a hike with his father. His dad trips and gets a seemingly innocuous injury on his leg but the two of them get lost in the woods and the injury turns out to be life threatening.

A Godwink Christmas Miracle of Love: Eric (Alberto Frezza) is run over by a plow near the end of the film. There's lots of surgery, worry, hospital stuff.

Retreat to Paradise: "Jordan is recovering from a shoulder injury and his grumpiness tempts Ellie, his carer, to leave him to his misery. But will romance finally blossom?"

The Christmas Waltz: Roman (Will Kemp) hits his head due to slipping on an icy sidewalk and has to go to hospital

Taking a Shot at Love: "Sparks fly between a ballet instructor and a professional hockey player as she tries to help him recover from the same injury that sidelined her dancing career." It's not got a lot of whump but it is about a hockey player in rehab.

Martha's Vineyard Mysteries series: The whole series. Jesse Metcalfe's character Jeff was shot on a previous case and the bullet is still in lodged in his back and it causes him pain a lot AND he continually has nightmares about the incident. It's great.

Mystery 101: Killer Timing: Travis (Kristopher Polaha) gets blown up and even though the aftermath doesn't last long its still wonderful. He gets knocked out, there's an ambulance and hospital scene (kinda), worried family members.

Never Kiss a Man in a Christmas Sweater: Maggie O'Donnell (Ashley Williams) accidentally breaks Lucas Cavelli (Niall Matter)'s arm while carrying a Christmas Tree and offers him a room to stay in when he can't find a hotel room cause she feels guilty.

A Timeless Christmas: Charles Whitley (Ryan Paevey) passes out in 1903 and wakes up in 2020.

Aurora Teagarden A Bundle of Trouble: Martin Bartell (Yannick Bisson) gets shot in the shoulder

Christmas on the Range: Clint McCree (Nicholas Gonzalez) is attacked and beaten up pretty badly.

Mix Up in the Mediterranean: Josh (Jeremy Jordan)'s twin brother Julian gets hurt and can’t do a cooking competition so Josh takes over.

The Christmas Cure: Mitch (Steve Byers) falls off ladder and gets a concussion

Love's Christmas Journey: Sheriff Aaron Davis (Greg Vaughan) gets shot in the leg while chasing a robber. His injury is bad and gets infected. He gets a fever and is rescued by an old man who cares for him. The wound needs cauterizing and he suffers fever, chills, and more.

Hearts in the Game: Diego Vasquez (Marco Grazinni) is a hot shot baseball pitcher who has a panic attack during a game which costs the team the game. Turns out it was triggered by the anniversary of his moms death and he has another panic attack later in the movie as well.

Fourth Down in Love is about an athlete who is sidelined by an injury. Broken ribs I think?

Rip in Time: Another fun time travel movie. Rip (Niall Mater) gets knocked out at least once.

Three Wise Men and a Baby: Paul Campbell's character has social anxiety and has a sort of panic attack in the park at the beginning of the movie.

Jolly Good Christmas: Will Kemp's character falls into a frozen river and he comes out shaking and shivering and she gets him a blanket and tea and he needs a hot shower.

That's all I've got for right now. The bolded ones have the best whump in my opinion so definitely check those out first :) Love's Christmas Journey and the Martha's Vineyard Mysteries are A+ whump hallmark movies. Do those first ;)

#hallmark #whump #whumpy hallmark movies #mod replies #ask #whump list

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wariocompany · 4 months

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Imagine if literally nothing was nationalised. Everyone has to have their own personal policeman and fireman and mini army

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aww-canon-no · 11 months

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I am procrastinate my WIP update so I’m repurposing an old avengers incorrect quotes I did 100 years ago for Stranger Things. This one is Brooklyn 99.

Steve: “I wasn’t hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That’s where the blood’s supposed to be.”

Eddie: “I'm scared of businessmen. A whole army of gray-suited Brads and Chads trying to suck my soul and redeem it for frequent flyer miles.”

Jonathan: My Nana always said, "Bad news first because the good news is probably a lie." Fun fact: she made me cry a lot.

Nancy: “I was thinking how I would make the perfect American president based upon my skill set, dance ability, and bloodlust.”

Robin: “Actually, someone reported that they couldn’t find your head. But we found it; it was up your butt. You’re a fireman; you should know how to treat that burn.”

Will: “I bet it’s really fancy. Like Beauty and the Beast fancy.”

Dustin: “I appealed to their sense of teamwork and camaraderie with a rousing speech that would put Shakespeare to shame.”

Mike: “No, no, no, I don’t mess with computers, OK? Ever since I died of dysentery on the Oregon Trail, I was like, no thank you. I’m done with this.”

Lucas: “I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes.”

Max: “A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You’re describing hell.”

Eleven: “You just graduated Pie School, bitches! Sorry I said ‘bitches,’ I’m just really worked up.”

Erica: “Next time I catch him shaving I'm gonna punch him so hard in the mouth that he bites his own heart.”

Argyle: “I’m playing Kwazy Cupcakes, I’m hydrated as hell, and I’m listening to Sheryl Crow. I’ve got my own party going on.”

#Stranger Things #Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #Max Mayfield #Eleven #erica sinclair #Argyle #jonathan byers #will byers #dustin henderson

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yiiyiiwrites · 29 days

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You’ve done older sisters, but what would older brothers be like for them?

Ohh ok...love this. Hadn't really thought of this, but I'm invested now and picturing who they are 🤩 It's quite long...Struggled to find inspo gifs too

Pope's older brother would be the ultimate cool guy, always with a pair of headphones music blaring. Even the Kooks like him, not that they'd say that to your face. The guy everyone seems to know at the party. Very creative, works at a sign company painting or installing signs around the outer banks and sometimes further out. Teaching himself graphics design alongside his job, wants to start his own design company one day (this means he gets roped into making promo for the Heywards and other small businesses). Smart like Pope but downplays it big time so not much is expected of him. Very stylish and always looks good. Doesn't know what his little brother gets up to, but always covers for him when it comes to their parents wondering where he is. Gets on with the pogues the most out of the older brothers.

JJ's older brother I think would be someone that had shift based job and is coming and going at different hours. Part-time fireman? Handy man in between....(why am I picturing a young Matt Casey from Chicago fire 🤭) Short shaved dirty blond hair and physically fit. Can be a bit of a dick, but hey he's a Maybank...Tired of always trying to stop fights at home but doesn't like his little brother getting hurt. Tries his hardest to make money and give JJ some stability even if he doesn't quite know how. He makes more mistakes with his brother...he's still learning (JJ and him argue a lot). Pogues have a bet on who gets a smile out of him first and it's still running.

John B's older brother would be in the army. Sends home money for him but it's never on time. Come's home rarely, didn't get on with their father because of the years he spent searching for treasure. When he does come home, John B always reminds him "this isn't army bro, can't order me around." Joining the army was his way out of the outer banks. Let's John B fight his own battles, but gives him a few pointers on how to throw a better punch. Listen's to JJ's exaggerated stories and tells his mates back at base. Has a soft spot for Kie as she's always been the only girl and the boys tease him for softly speaking to her and being gentle.

Kiara's older brother is in with both the rich/poor side. Hangs around with Topper, Kelce and Rafe, but doesn't try to get too friendly with them. Networks at every kook event and then parties with his friends to de-stress. Doesn't like JJ or John B (sorry), thinks they are a bad influence on his little sister. Works with their parents and studies business part-time. Want to say he was popular at school and was a star athlete at a sport, lots of girls like him. Kiara teases him about his group of fan girls waiting for him after games etc. Does have a steady girlfriend now though, that their parents approve of. Tries to get Kiara in with a kook crowd, but after her fall out with Sarah she was never interested in trying to fit in. Knows of Pope's older brother and hangs out with him during parties, but has never spent time with him outside of that.

✨ There you go. I struggled with Kiara's brother, the others weren't so difficult. If you have any other requests let me know! I'm still writing a few more requests that were sent :) - Yiiyii

Please do not take and post my creations, you may reblog/like but do not take and claim as your own.

#obx fanfiction #obx fic #jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #obx headcanon #pope heyward fanfiction #kiara carrera #pope heyward #pope heyward headcanon #john b headcanon #john b fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #yiiyiiasks

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anonymousboxcar · 9 months

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More Stanley (RWS) Headcanons

CW: non-graphic discussions of war, abandonment, smoking

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-I like to think that Stanley had his MSR crew in his corner. In my mind, both were also veterans of WWI. They understood his struggles to adapt civilian life (albeit to a lesser extent, since they weren’t “born” into war as he was). And they did their best to support him during that transition phase they knew too well.

-Whenever he derailed, his crew didn’t give him any grief. They instead chatted and joked with him, trying to keep him from feeling embarrassed. They would also defend him to other crews and to MSR management. Again and again, they demanded that he be reguaged a second time.

-In return, Stanley grew to respect and care for his crew. He wafted warm steam on them in bitter winter months. He listened to them talk about their families, asking after them with an air of affected boredom. He tried his hardest to keep them safe in a derailment. He let them — and only them — call him Stan.

-When Stanley went behind the shed, he didn’t blame his crew. He knew they did all they could for him. He told them so, when they snuck over during their lunch breaks. They didn’t reply, sitting on the brick wall while scrubbing off all of his soot they could reach.

-He didn’t see them during his years in the mine. The site security was much higher; there was no chance of them sneaking in. He stopped letting himself wonder about them after the mine flooded.

-His fireman and driver worked on the MSR and other railways before retiring and moving to the same assisted living home. In my AU, they saw the newspaper articles about the successful restoration of an ex-pumping engine in the early ‘80s. Both of them were in shock: like everyone else, they heard that the mining company scrapped Stanley. But once they got over their shock, they recruited their grandchildren to take them to the Skarloey Railway, ASAP.

-Stanley, for his part, assumed his old crew weren’t around anymore. He came back to the sheds one day to find two older men there. He didn’t recognize them at first, even when they turned to face him. But he got there in the end.

(“‘Ello, Stan,” one said, offering a shaky smile.

All the air rushed out of Stanley’s firebox, his flame guttering. “That name ain’t yours to use. That’s…”

He stopped. He looked closer at them. One had the thin white scar on his forehead, enfolded in his wrinkles. The other had the mole on his left wrist, a soft brown hill on blue, veiny ridges of skin.

“…that’s for Fred and Paul.”

“Got it in one, Stan. Just like old times.”

“Not like old times.” Stanley‘s eyes burned. “A hell of a lot better, now that you finally showed up,” he laughed, watery and overflowing.)

-Fred and Paul paid Stanley many more visits, both on the SR and at the rail museum. They brought their children and grandchildren, who were eager to meet this storied American engine and friend. Stanley reciprocated this warmth, glad to see people he’d heard so much about.

-The end result was Stanley becoming a fast honorary member of the family. He cherished them as much as the engine family he made at the rail museum and on the SR.

(-The most recent family potluck took place at the rail museum, rented out for a Saturday afternoon. Some ambitious relatives asked Stanley if they could try cooking their food in his firebox. “Y’know, so you can taste it too?” asked one, hands in their pockets with a sheepish smile.

Stanley didn’t think of museum rules. He thought of the cigar an army officer lit in his firebox. He thought of all the smoke he tasted over the years — tobacco, gunpowder, and coal. He thought of new and old ash mingling, smudging together under shovels and his steady fire.

The food wound up burnt and caked with soot. Nobody minded, but everyone laughed and made it another story to tell.)

#ttte #rws #ttte headcanon #rws headcanon #my headcanons #ttte stanley #rws stanley #ttte engine crews #this is self indulgent even for me lol #I hope you guys like it too #cw: war #cw: smoking #cw: abandonment #ttte crews

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mayflora-18 · 13 days

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Fact Drop #2

Sherlock has black-brown hair. When she was in school she had bowl cut bangs and thinner eyes so she was made fun of for being Asian-American (even though she isn’t really Asian-American)

Yellow lab energy

5’3.75”

Wears wireframe aviator glasses when doing paperwork; has a black and silver pair

Favorite toy: grizzly bear plush

Normally prefers violence as a last resort; “Ask first, shoot later” kinda girl but will fight if 💩 goes south

Nik usually keeps her out of the field if he can. If he can’t however then she HAS to either be with him or communicate with him on a regular basis

Incorrect quote #3

Graves: Who’s that?

Nikolai: Her? That’s Sherlock, our resident background investigator.

Graves: Cool, she’s mine now.

Nikolai: The fuck she is!

Graves, hoisting a very confused Sherlock over his shoulder: Try and stop me!

Sherlock, knowing Graves can’t be trusted but he’s got her in a fireman’s carry: Unhand me-

Grizzly bear plush (named Logan) was given to her by Nik as a “signing bonus”. Has another bat plush named Morty that she’s had since childhood and doesn’t leave her desk

Will offer Morty to whoever needs something to hug

Doesn’t receive as much bullying as she thought she would; either because of Nik’s almost constant presence giving her scary dog privileges or because of the slap incident

Has various handmade soft blankets/pillows/plushies

One of the few people that wasn’t afraid of Ghost when she first met him because she loves skulls

She wins him over with jokes

Nikolai’s niece through his little sister “Louisiana”

Has trust issues because of mentor in Army

She has unusually high ESP. Price tested it once by calling her a busybody in his head, and she asks him, “Is that a nice thing to say?”

Lucky to get > 4 four hours of sleep due to insomnia

Reads books to fall asleep

Is a night owl and requires a full pot of coffee to fully wake up and go about her day

Counters everything Nik is (Cory Matthews x Shawn Hunter vibes)

Sherlock is that person that will do parkour to get things off the top shelf and ultimately scare the 💩 out of the taller military men

She’s also the person that will pick you up and carry you away if you’re annoying her or there’s danger

Is less a background investigator and more of Nik’s assistant

Incorrect quote #4

*Nik and Price are having an argument over something ridiculous*

Gaz: Should we do something?

Sherlock: I’m already smoking and laughing. What more do you want?

Tries to avoid operating on the field whenever possible

Visits family when on leave (if she has leave)

Breakfast food and dirty chais are the way to her heart

Sherlock is a believer of what she calls Lightman’s Law: “Every Homo sapien can and should be trusted to lie.” As a result it is very rare for her to approach anyone unfamiliar for the first time with any hostility or distrust

König wants to be friends with Sherlock but doesn’t really know how to approach her. He’s seen her interact with the field operators in Chimera and TF141 and really wants her to be his “mom friend”

Incorrect quote #5:

Random soldier: *talking down to König for some stupid reason*

König: *stopped trying to appease them a while ago and is now hanging his head*

Sherlock: *walking by and sees this* Hey! Are we on a coffee break?

*Random soldier and König both turn to look at her and see that she is irritated by what she sees*

Random soldier, dumbly: I-I don’t drink coffee-

Sherlock: Well then I guess the break is over. Get back to work, thank you!

Random soldier: *bolts out of there, embarrassed*

König:

Sherlock: You’ll get there, sweetie, you just gotta put a little zing into it. *walks away*

König, thinking: I can’t believe I just talked to a woman!

(He didn’t talk at all.)

Makes blankets that are soft enough to tranquilize upon drapery

Avoids conflict but will fight/kill when provoked (hit on, friends in fight, loved ones at gunpoint)

Exercise = morning walk + yoga + powerlift

Can carry grown men like toddlers

Abby Sciuto + Spencer Reid love child energy (ft. Penelope Garcia and Radar) at work

Nik & Sherlock = Grunkle Stan & Mabel Pines energy

High tolerance for extreme temperatures/pain/painkillers/alcohol

Her dad loves her. He just doesn’t know how to cater to her happiness and mental well-being

Loves Halloween so she can jumpscare Rick (her second eldest brother)

Is capable of shovel talk

#call of duty #call of duty oc #cod nikolai #phillip graves #chimera sherlock #cod sherlock #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #könig

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coloradocharmiegirl · 5 months

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Chapter 39 here--New 11/26/23

Summary:

Timmy's idyllic morning ends as he steps through the classroom door, setting in motion a confluence of expectations, assumptions, and just plain bad luck that threatens everything that had seemed so sure just hours before, leaving Armie blindsided at the worst possible time.

Excerpt:

His eyes fell on the metallic blue key hanging from his ring and he could barely swallow, his food suddenly tasteless and dry. How was it that only a few hours ago he’d sat right here, thinking about his and Armie’s life together to this point and all that the future could hold, so anxiously happy about moving in together? And now?

Now he didn’t see how he could.

How could he live with someone he couldn’t trust?

Deep down in his heart, he knew he couldn’t.

His chest felt tight as he pondered–how could he have been so wrong? He thought…

Well, it didn’t matter what he thought he knew, did it?

As a doctor, he’d been trained to see what was in front of him, not to rely on what people said. People lied, for all sorts of reasons.

He just hadn’t thought Armie would.

Or start from the beginning here

Hello! For all of you still hanging around, thank you! I'm sorry this has taken so long, but it's an important chapter to me, and it deserved special care (as well as just being somewhat emotionally hard to write.) For those of you who love angst--this is for you. But please remember--this story has a happy ending. I promise.

Much love, CCG 💙 💚

#charmie fanfic #charmie ff #charmie #doctor timmy #fireman armie #charmie fic #rollercoaster of angst #please don't hate me

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snehasharma9631 · 2 years

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#Army Ordnance Corps Tradesman Recruitment 2022 #AOC Fireman Vacancy 2022 #Army Ordnance Corps Jobs 2022

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saficswrites · 2 months

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EoaFH the Rinnen Cut

This is a scene from chapter fifteen of Elegy of a Forgotten Heir containing the fan favorite character Rinnen. I wanted to post this separately so her many fans the world over could enjoy one of her scenes without having to go through a really long fic with a lot of content warnings just to see her.

I do worry how much sense this will make without the context provided by the overarching story so I’ve included some small elaborations and a very brief summary, also this scene does contain some spoilers for the fic due to it taking place over 60k words in.

But without further ado it is Rinnening time below the cut and I hope you enjoy!

Elegy of a Forgotten Heir is an au retelling of Radiant Dawn from the lens of Petrine barely surviving Riven Bridge and becoming an integral part of the Dawn Brigade. It also includes a pretty extensive prologue giving her an actual backstory as a bastard daughter of the Crimean royal family (Ramon and Renning/Bertram’s half sister, not Elincia’s generation) and the first orphan Volke took in.

Also she and Micaiah have a thing, a weird codependent toxic thing.

If this sounds interesting to you please be mindful of the content and trigger warnings I gave to the chapters on their tumblr posts as well as the tags on Ao3. This has been a very viscerally dark story so far, that said there are no major warnings for the scene in this post.

(Larabel’s, a brothel run by Anna in Nevassa that serves as a front for an information and spy ring. Rinnen ended up becoming one of Anna’s agents, primarily an enforcer, in the aftermath of the war and she serves as Volke and Tormod’s main contact within the ring.)

(Samina, Bryce’s mother and King Ashnard’s physician. She was the one who kept Petrine alive for two years in the aftermath of Riven Bridge, though her wounds were so severe she wasn’t able to recover past simply delaying the inevitable until Micaiah’s eventual use of Sacrifice.)

Nevassa region of Daein

648th year Begnion Central Epoch

Rinnen

Rinnen stuck out like a sore thumb in her lily-white bishop's robes. Shedding them in an alleyway, she carefully sorted through the thin chains that sat on her hip.

"Piss off, gutter trash." A man sneered as she strolled into the bar.

Rinnen snarled at the man, briefly flashing a stiletto before pushing past him to join Volke at the counter.

"You shouldn't make such a scene, little red." He murmured, sliding his tankard down the bar her way before setting a stack of cards next to her.

"You know I'm not as good at subterfuge or defusal as you, old man." Rinnen replied, her blue eyes warming with delight upon inspecting the stack of reaper cards. She swiveled in the stool, glancing at him. He looked the same, right down to the tired eyes. "How are things going in Crimea?"

The Fireman flicked his maroon eyes in her direction, and waited for the barkeep to pass.

"Not well, Rinnen. The nobility seems primed to revolt against the newly crowned Royal.” He explained impassively. “And Daein?"

Rinnen pocketed the reaper cards, and slid a marked coin across the bar. Tossing her long red locks over her small shoulders, she leaned forward.

"The occupation army is committing abuses on a mass scale. I've evacuated most of your orphanages to remote regions, and ensured the safety of the remaining residents of Palmeni." She whispered. Her hand briefly brushed over his, just a whisper touch as she sipped from his tankard.

"And Sella?" He muttered. Their eyes locked in silence again, and Rinnen hesitated.

"Samina is gone. I'm sorry, Volke." Rinnen whispered.

She saw it in his jaded eyes for the briefest moment. Pain, insurmountable, and a horrific flash of grief.

"Is the village okay?" He murmured, lighting a pipe. She smelled the mint, and tobacco, and closed her icy eyes.

"Yeah. By the time I got there, grandma had already been buried. Right next to my father. After I unleashed my grief, I went looking for answers. The Begnion were all but slaughtered, Volke. The villagers talked about an injured woman who fought like 3 devils, and a saint. I couldn't get much from them... something about blades of light, and rebels." Rinnen muttered, twisting a few chains around her hand in a rare sign of nervousness. "It's likely they were the Dawn Brigade. We've been in contact with them, well Anna has. I meant to visit you sooner.... I'm sorry."

Volke shook his head.

"Samina would be happy you didn't mix yourself up in it. How is Larabel's?" He murmured gently, his grief obviously softening his tone.

Rinnen signaled for another drink, and grinned.

"Profitable as always. You should visit Anna. I'm sure she has a contract or two for you." She chuckled.

"I'm already under a job." Volke muttered, shaking his head.

"Well, I'm about to set off on a new contract. Gotta get word to the Laguz Liberatore from another one of your kids." Rinnen grumbled as she stood up, laying her hand on the old man’s shoulder.

"Be careful, Rinnen. You're the last in a bloodline of brilliance." He murmured, seemingly amused at her willingness to give out information.

"If I see any more of your 'projects', you want me to say anything to her?" Rinnen chuckled at the brief flash of anger in those old eyes, holding her hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry old man. I told you I have no ability for defusal."

She felt a bit sad, to leave him alone in a bar. But at the same time, they both had jobs to do.

#rinnen fire emblem

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tfw-no-tennis · 3 months

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slawbo 2 fic extended authors notes

hiii here are the fun extra notes for my latest slawbo (sabo/law) fic, which can be read here. Read that before checking out this post!

so to start out, warning that this will contain some frank and clinical discussions of medicine/anatomy/dissecting human bodies (which u probably already know if you came here from the fic). Also, there are pictures, but nothing gory or real. Onwards!

so this fic was a LOT of fun for me, as someone who has quite a bit of dissecting experience.

I will say, I've never done an actual autopsy before, which is technically what was in the fic, so some stuff might not be exactly accurate. The dissecting I've done has been for learning purposes only.

There is quite a bit handwaving/fantasy stuff in this fic, but I tried to keep as much of it as accurate as possible (without verging on boring, I hope).

one thing abt cadavers: SO much heavier than you think. If you've ever tried to lift/carry/move a (living) person who's completely limp, you know what I mean. Bodies are so much heavier when the person is just (literal) dead weight.

the story I referenced in the fic authors note is as follows: picture this. its like 7 am. my friend and I are preparing the cadavers for teaching and we realize that we need to flip one of them over (some are 'face up' while others are 'face down,' allowing us to visualize the different muscles/organs/etc of each side). had we ever done this before? no. not even once. but it was part of our job, and how hard could it be

Really hard as it turns out. we picked the smallest cadaver (a probably 5 foot 100 lb old lady. also all the cadavers have their skin and fat dissected off already so even lighter!). my friend is a buff dude and I'm a jock, even. but we underestimated it

when I tell you guys it was bad..............we were flipping the body from face-up to face-down. it was SO awkward and SO heavy, we weren't able to get leverage to just lift the body off the table, so we tried to roll the body instead. the problem here was that the abdomen and chest had been dissected open, so when we STRUGGLED to flip/roll the body, there was a lot of jostling, which resulted in. uh. all of the organs falling out.

now most of them were still internally attached, so all that meant was that the intestines were kinda spilling out and stuff. but a few things had been cut up into pieces so you could see the inside of them - namely the liver and I thiiiiink the spleen.

so there we are, struggling to even roll this cadaver over, and organs are getting everywhere, and a few chunks of the liver fall out and bounce across the floor...

oh it was so bad. we eventually got the poor cadaver situated and all of the organs in their proper place, and we certainly learned our lesson about attempting to flip a cadaver without a small army to assist you (at least once they had been dissected to that extent).

got covered in 'cadaver juice' (not Body Juice, but rather the preservative chemicals you spray fixed cadavers with) during this ordeal. thank god for lab coats.

In any case, would a fireman carry have been ideal for Sabo? Not really sure, I haven't ever tried to move a body by myself. He probably should've tried to put the body on a wheeled table and just wheeled it outta there, bc that is WAY easier (even tho those tables are usually janky as fuck and harder to wheel than they should be), but alas.

Also, positioning blocks are real and they're my best friend. they look like this, generally:

the ones i've used have been more rubber-y than foam-y, but yeah. they also come in other shapes - there are some kinda u-shaped ones for the neck/head that are very useful in getting things into the position you need.

It's actually pretty easy to move a body's limbs around and place them where they need to be - it can become difficult in preserved cadavers that have stayed in one position for a while (generally they'll get fixated there after a bit)

cut gloves! also a real thing. they come in lots of styles and can look like this:

they're cut resistant, so if you accidentally slice them w/your scalpel, you won't get cut. very VERY important if you don't know the communicable disease status of the body you're dissecting (which was the case in the fic)

I've never had cause to use cut gloves, really, since I have only worked with donated bodies that have been screened ahead of time for diseases. They're still around if people want to use them, though - dead people germs aren't great to have in an open wound, even if you aren't gonna get hepatitis or whatever.

I see people wear nitrile gloves (which are the thin blue gloves you see any medical/lab people wearing - the gloves aren't latex anymore! except when they are but whatever) over their cut gloves so that the cut gloves don't get all yucky, but there's no need to wear a pair under them too, like Sabo did (which is why law was laughing at him)

the way that Law cuts the chest open is a bit non-traditional, but I wanted to include a sternum saw AND rib shears - which look like this, respectively:

swear to god I saw someone using garden clippers as rib shears once. at least they LOOKED straight outta home depot. seriously....so I had to include that bit lmao

also, the sound that the rib shears make is...certainly distinct, so I had to shout that out as well. Also, clipping through ribs is shockingly easy, damn (then again, most cadavers I've worked with are pretty elderly, so that's a factor). no surprise that you often break ribs if you do CPR on a person!

I did skip over a lot of what would actually happen, which is the semi-tedious cutting away of SOOOO SO MUCH fat and fascia (connective tissue that overlies and connects EVERYTHING). I didn't want to bog the story down with that sort of detail that nobody else would really care abt lmao

the stomach IS actually all up in the thoracic cavity (the part of your chest covered by your ribs - technically the lower boundary is your diaphragm, and your stomach is below that in your abdominal cavity, but a lot of abdominal organs are tucked under the ribs, like the stomach and liver and spleen, especially if you lay down).

eye safety! also very important, especially if you don't know where the body's been. you reeeeeally don't want cadaver juice in your eyeball.

did I wear eye protection? no, I did not. I wore the following: gloves. sometimes a lab coat if I was cold. end of list. lmaooooo

some people will wear masks, gowns, caps, foot covers, and eye protection. all completely valid. I DID wear more stuff when working with 'fresh' (non-preserved) cadavers - they're much smellier and still have blood (fixed/preserved cadavers have all the blood removed and replaced w/chemicals like formaldehyde. they are also smelly but in a distinctly chemical way, which I personally don't really mind, vs 'fresh' cadavers that end up smelling like uh. dead meat).

Metz scissors aka Metzenbaum scissors (I used the shorter version bc I feel weird namedropping stuff that's clearly from 'our' world and named after an irl person in 'our' world in a one piece fic) are used for cutting delicate tissue like the fibrous pericardium (see below for more on that). They look like this:

aortic dissection is very real! and very bad - a chunk of patients die within about an hour. it's definitely an emergency! though the swiftness of death depends on how severe the dissection is (it's not necessarily a death sentence).

this can be preceded by an aortic aneurysm, which is when the aorta balloons and often THEN dissects.

Here's a basic pic of what an aortic dissection looks like, as described in the fic:

having a bicuspid aortic valve (which is a condition you're born with, not something that develops) IS a risk factor for aortic aneurysm, because a bicuspid aortic valve makes blood flow a bit less efficient. It looks like this:

I thought it would be funny to have the cause of death be something like this - something completely unrelated to the rest of the nonsense the guy & Sabo had going on, on Sabo's offscreen Revolutionary mission. Terrible timing --> fic premise.

atherosclerosis is very real too! it's as law described - plaque builds up in the artery, and the artery expands (and hardens as it naturally loses elasticity due to the expansion) to accommodate the flow of blood which has been impaired by the plaque.

I've seen some crazy atherosclerotic arteries mannnnn. you can feel and see the hard patches on a cadaver, it's fascinating! it's pretty common (arteries lose their elasticity as you age anyways, which usually leads to some enlargement, but there's quite a range of severity). very interesting imo

hemostatic forceps (AKA hemostats) are these grippy tools that you generally hold in your non-dominant hand to position tissue while you cut w/a scalpel in your dominant hand. you can use different types of tweezers (also called forceps) too but I prefer hemostats. my favored type, which is what I pictured for the fic, are these:

...this is technically an Allis Clamp, not forceps, but I didn't want to get too crazy technical.

some anatomy terms I used:

manubrium - the top portion of the sternum! you can feel the top bit of it at the bottom of the dip in your neck between your clavicles (collarbones).

mediastinal cavity (AKA the mediastinum) - the space in your chest between your two lungs, containing the heart & other important structures!

pericardium - the thin 'sack' surrounding the heart! It has layers, and the outermost layer is the fibrous pericardium. In order to see a cadaver's heart, you have to cut through it (plus a tonnnnn of fat)

adipose tissue is a fancy way of saying fat! it's yellow and blobby and very greasy. GREAT for cushioning organs, so there's plenty of it surrounding all your major organs.

the coronary arteries are the small arteries on the outside of the heart that bring blood to the heart itself. you've probably heard of them in the context of heart attacks, which is when one or more of them (there are 2 major branches, a right and left, and then those have quite a few branches) gets blocked by a clot and your heart muscle stops receiving blood. Uh oh!

the aorta is the biiiig main artery coming out of your heart. all of the other arteries can be traced back to this one. whoa!

so why did Law do All That? well, flirting, obviously, but also because I've injected a lot of myself into this fic's Law characterization, specifically his love of anatomy. As someone in school to become a medical practitioner myself, I love to explore Law's Doctor side (even tho it's wild to me that there seems to be no formal medical education system in place in the OP universe (understandably ig) - no boards!? no residency!? wild!). I like to think that Law plays up his affinity for dissecting in order to up his creepy factor (he's committed to the bit), but I also like to think that he genuinely does love that stuff, and have a fascination with it (a fascination that does come off as creepy, especially to outsiders - I experience this all the time! Something I do a lot is talk in detail about dissection, and then someone mentions 'hey uh we're all eating rn' and I realize that ohhh yeah most people don't want to hear a detailed description of a body being cut up while they try to eat dinner. doesn't even occur to me!)

so yeah, I projected a lot of my love of anatomy and dissecting and medicine onto Law for this fic, and had a blast doing it. I hope you all enjoyed (and maybe learned something too!) and I look forward to bringing y'all more fic soon* (*if grad school doesn't send me to an early grave first)!

#future fics will likely not get this technical haha but this was funnnnnn #one piece #sabo #law #slawbo #sabolaw #sabo/law #my writing #opfic #opfanfic

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🌊Percabeth🦉 & ☀️Solangelo🌟

The Riordan Verse has a new book coming out that's focused solely on Nico and Will! Which I couldn't be more thrilled and excited about! It's called "The Sun and The Star" and I'm sooo ready for it. Like completely. And so I'm my excitement, I'm making a post dedicated to my 2 favorite Riordan Verse ships, Percabeth and Solangelo, because they are amazing 😍

Starting with Nico and Will, because it's their book that's coming out soon! They are the epitome of the golden retriever puppy and black cat trope. Lol i love it. And i fully anticipate and plan to add to this with quotes/moments between them that I love from the new book too. Also I'd hope it wouldn't need to be said, but spoilers for all PJO books from this point on, just to be on the safe side. If you don't want possible spoilers, don't read further!

"Nico,” I said at last, “shouldn’t you be sitting at the Hades table?”He shrugged. “Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It’s a mood disorder. I can’t control it. That’s what I told Chiron.“And is it true?” I asked.Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.” Will raised his hand. “I’m his doctor.” ��Chiron decided it wasn’t worth arguing about,” Nico said. “As long as I sit at a table with other people, like…oh, these guys for instance…the zombies stay away. Everybody’s happier.” Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” “Of course not,” Nico agreed."

"At this point, you may be wondering how I felt seeing my son with Nico di Angelo. I’ll admit I did not understand Will’s attraction to a child of Hades, but if the dark foreboding type was what made Will happy… Oh perhaps some of you are wondering how I felt seeing him with a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend. If that’s the case, please. We gods are not hung up about such things."

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“In the meantime, no one should roam the camp alone. Use the buddy system.” “Understood! Nico, will you be my buddy?” “You’re a dork.” The two of them strolled off bickering"

“I apologize for my boyfriend.” “Could you not-?” “Oh I’m sorry, would you prefer special guy? Or significant other?” “More like significant annoyance in your case.”

“I’m guessing that was a Star Wars reference. My boyfriend is a Star Wars geek of the worst kind.” “Okay, signor Mythomagic, if you’d just watch the original trilogy with me-"

“Ladies and gentlemen, my glow-in-the-dark boyfriend.” “Could you not?!”

“NOBODY KILLS MY DAD AND NOBODY HITS MY BOYFRIEND!”

"You guys go," Will told me, "The chariot is only designed for three and after that shadow travel, Nico is going to pass out any second." "No I'm not," Nico complained, then passed out. Will caught him in a fireman's carry and took him away. "Good luck! I'm going to get the Lord of Darkness some Gatorade!"

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I'm 1000% reserving a spot here for new quotes from the new book for Solangelo that I will edit in after it releases. Lol and no, im not sorry. They are everything each other need 😍😍

Percabeth have so many moments. Their relationship is so cute and so much fun! I could honestly talk about it all the time and they clearly love each other so much. The epitome of childhood friends to Lovers with so much bickering happening lol

"I imagined she was going to say, You killed a Minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep."

"Before I could lose my courage, I said, "Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?" I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. "Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then, we'll see."

"Percy smiled at her - that sarcastic troublemaker smile that had annoyed her for years but eventually had become endearing. His sea-green eyes were as gorgeous as she remembered. His dark hair was swept to one side, like he'd just come from a walk on the beach. He looked even better than he had six months ago - tanner and taller, leaner and more muscular.Percy threw his arms around her. They kissed and for a moment nothing else mattered. An asteroid could have hit the planet and wiped out all life, and Annabeth wouldn't have cared."

"Annabeth's voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn't cover it. They'd been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her--a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without."

"Percy pulled Annabeth close and kissed her...long enough for it to get really awkward for Piper, though she said nothing."

"Very slowly, using only two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water. Octavian made a squeaking sound. “What was that for? I didn’t say toss it! That could’ve been evidence. Or spoils of war! You other two…” He pointed his blade at Hazel and Piper. “Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus—” All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth’s dagger. “You dropped this,” he said, totally poker-faced. Annabeth threw her arms around him. “I love you!” “Guys,” Hazel interrupted. She had a little smile on her face. “We need to hurry."

"You promised, Seaweed Brain. We would not get separated! Ever again!" “You’re impossible!” “Love you too!"

"And it was the best underwater kiss of all time"

"We’re staying together’ he promised ‘you’re not getting away from me. Never again" Only then did she understand what would happen. A one way trip. A very hard fall. ‘As long as we’re together’ she said."

"Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up. "You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together." "You are not going to die while I owe you a favor," I said. "Why did you take that knife?" "You would've done the same for me." It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod."

"She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body."

“Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I’ll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It’s not that she tried to look good. We’d been doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her curly blond hair anymore, and she didn’t care what clothes she was wearing - usually the same old orange camp T-shirt and jeans, and once in a while her bronze armor. Her eyes were stormy gray. Most of the time we couldn’t get through a conversation without trying to strangle each other. Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head."

"The world was ending and the only thing that really mattered was that she was alive"

They gave up immortality for each other, Annabeth was the only person/thing Percy remembered when Hera wiped his memory and he forgot everything else, even who he was, they fell into Hell for each other, literally. Annabeth was who Percy thought of to keep him tethered to life. Annabeth jumped in front of a knife for Percy. I mean honestly. I love them so much. And I love seeing snippets of them through others eyes in the later book series too.

I'm doing a Riordan Verse reread binge soon because both a TV show and a new book will be coming soon and my heart is soooo happy! These were some of my favorite books when I was younger snd they mostly still hold up as amazing even now!

#percabeth #solangelo #percabeth quotes i love #solangelo quotes i love #bookish otps

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