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[respondsfirst]

⤑ tim bradford + lucy chen first shift is over, it's breakfast time at the chen apartment. @1stresponders.

did he get any sleep last night? well, mind your own business. tim wasn't going to admit this to anyone - except maybe dawson. he'd understand. but he hadn't slept a single second for lucy's first night shift. & he'd taken the day off to stay home with her, debrief whatever she might need. maybe it's mostly just to enjoy her. hold her close. he'd missed her. he'd been so worried that he wasn't even hungry for the food he'd cooked. pancakes for tamara, obviously. a stirfry for lucy & himself. this was lucy's dinner. the last meal before they would be going to bed ( hopefully ) because tim was in desperate need of resting aka holding & seeing the love of his life.

the door opens & something in tim's heart settles. his girls were both home. well, for about an hour more or so. tamara had to go to the police academy. really, he was just lucky diego flores hadn't invited her out for breakfast already. the two even more clingy than when they were in college together. he understands it though, even though he complains about it. he's just a parental figure who loves a young, brilliant, mind.

walking to the door after turning the heat down on the stove. "sergeant chen, reporting for breakfast dinner duty? tamara calls it... brinner?" he laughs, brows knit together slightly in judgement, before he cups her face, slowly placing a kiss to her lips. he hums against her lips. lucy was home, which meant.. tim was home too.

[fireho3sarc]

hey britt, what did buck have delivered for trudy’s breakfast today?

hi  kt.  trudy  got  the  following  for  breakfast:

two  slices  of  strawberry  tres  leches  french  toast.

a  side  of  loaded  potatoes  -  seasoned  potatoes,  bacon,  parmesan  sauce,  &  chives.

a  cup  of  her  fav  coffee.

a  note  that  said  "  morning  sarge,  hope  you  have  a  good  day.  can  you  please  make  sure  the  other  half  of  this  gets  to  jay  ?  thanks  !  -  buck  :)  "

[squadthree]

stella kidd ( @1stresponders ) : i've wanted to do that forever.

i've wanted to do that forever ... & kelly severide could only nod in agreement, a small laugh escaping his lips. having stella kidd in front of him? in his own firehouse? it was something he could hardly believe. the kelly who'd been drowning for years - drowning, but always with the same dream. one he'd only told his best friend about, one that made shay send him eyes the whole damn shift. stella kidd, his ( totally normal ) obsession since the academy. where she'd been married. according to the kiss she'd just landed on his lips? stella wasn't married anymore. so kelly's hands finds her suspenders - pulling her close.

"forever, huh? because i quite vividly remember trying to make a move very similar to this one back at the academy ... but someone broke my heart instead." left him unable to move on for years. ( years, stella ) but there she was, she'd kissed him - & for the first time ever, kelly felt the feeling of ... well, not feeling his feet. it was an odd sensation. like an out of body experience, the only things he felt right now were his tingly lips - & the heart that was beating so damn loud in his chest. "if i stop teasing you - do i get another one before shift is over? or did i mess that up?"

[warfires]

ily

[leneemusing]

blows u a kiss

*catches it and puts it in a jar forever* @1stresponders

[burqess]

trudy platt ( @1stresponders ) : ❛  ‘mother’ ?  we’re the same age !  ❜

when kim ( not so accidentally ) call sergeant platt her mother; because she damn well felt like it, this wasn't the response she expected. far from it. the cop standing in front of her ( mother-looking ) sergeant blinks, almost comically. like a deer stuck in the headlights about to be hit by a car. "oh." is what she manages to say. one doesn't tell sgt. platt she's a liar - even if she really is. and kim loves being her favorite - so she begins to nod, still processing. "yeah, you don't look a day over twenty eight." giving her best ( and very, very awkward ) smile. "do you still wanna do it? be like ... not the mother of the bride then, you're too young for that. so like.. sister of the bride?" she just really wanted trudy at her side during the wedding.

[floriealis-a]

The hospital at night did not breathe like it did during the day. It exhaled. Long and slow and strange. Not a place of dying, no— a place of echo. Of ghosts pressed like fingerprints into linoleum. Of whispers caught in the corners, swirling with the hum of fluorescents too tired to stay bright. Izzie Stevens sat on the edge of a gurney that had not moved in days. Threadbare. Forgotten. Like her. Coffee — machine-birthed and copper-bitten — shivered in her grip. Tasted like regret and old metal. Her scrubs wore exhaustion like a badge. Her badge wore exhaustion sideways. She didn't care. Next to her: Alex. Spine to wall. Eyes half-dreaming. Limbs folded in that half-guarded, half-gone way of his. Not talking. Not not talking. Just breathing in tandem, like lungs learning a language together.

Her hands trembled. She watched them as though they were someone else’s. As though they might confess something if she stared long enough. It’s nothing, She told herself. Again. Again. Again. Fatigue. Dizzy spells. Thoughts unraveling like thread pulled too fast from a sleeve. Stress. Residency. Life. ( But then she saw Denny. Not metaphor. Not dream. Presence. A rupture in the real. ) Her gaze dragged upward— Alex, still folded into himself, a question without punctuation. Always defending something. Maybe just his own heart. Maybe hers. He hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he had. And decided not to say. ( He was always good at pretending silence was mercy. )

She hadn’t told him. Hadn’t told anyone. The hallucinations. The secret bloodwork. The voice in her head that wasn’t hers but sounded so familiar— Denny. Grief in his timbre. Doubt in his breath. A farewell in every vowel. Tears prickled behind her eyes. Premature grief. Premature everything. Alex rustled. Soft jacket, soft movement. It startled her like a gunshot anyway. Izzie, he said. Or didn’t. ( Maybe his bones said it. ) Their eyes met. Brief. Heavy. And she— smiled. The kind of smile you give when the world is collapsing inside your chest and you don’t want to ruin the silence. A smile like a bandage on a bullet wound.

“        You know,        ” she said. Quiet. Barely a sound. Just enough to crack the stillness. “        I used to think if I worked hard enough, I could fix everything. Save everyone.        ” A laugh. One note. Paper-thin. “        Turns out, that’s not how it works.        ” She didn’t know why she said it. ( Except she did. ) Because silence is a wound too, and hers was festering. And somewhere beneath skin and bone, a scream coiled: Tell him. Tell him the truth before it calcifies. Before it eats you whole. But she didn’t. Not yet. She just sat there— cup cooling, lungs syncing, watching the man who had become her center without her permission. And outside the window, the city blinked its sleepless eyes, unaware that something sacred was breaking softly. / @1stresponders liked for a starter ﹥ 「 ♡ 」 !

[gaffnys]

➝ closed starter featuring patrick hadler + camila perez for @1stresponders !!

❝ I suppose, since you're now an important member of my team—if only for the next few weeks,❞ patrick says, glancing over at the medical student as a charming smile tugs at his lips. ❝ What would be your surgery pump-up song? Everyone has one—that track that gets them in the zone. So, what’s yours? ❞