#how to perform cpr

[magiceyefirstaid]

How to Perform CPR by Red Cross First Aid Training

Performing CPR by Red Cross First Aid Training covers assessing the victim, calling for help, performing chest compressions, giving rescue breaths, and using an AED if available. It emphasizes following Red Cross-certified procedures to save lives during cardiac emergencies.

[yeagersss]

Sukuna as a Firefighter (Part 1)

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You met firefighter!Sukuna pretty much how you would meet any other fireman.

Your lungs choking on smoke while you think: Yup this is it. I'm going to die young. Fresh out of college. On my first job where something in the office kitchen decided to short circuit and—

You're barely conscious when someone kicks down the door. Dressed in full heavy gear, large boots and a mask covering his face.

He picks you up like you weigh nothing, shielding you from the smoke and fire as he carries you out. The world is spinning around you as you're placed on the stretcher. Your eyes roll up as you wheeze. You can barely hear what the man—your saviour—is saying.

"—Oi! Don't die on me yet!"

He curses under his breath, mutters "Stupid women. Inhaled too much smoke." and rips his mask off. He pinches your nose and opens your mouth, engulfing his mouth with yours and blows.

One, two, three, four chest compressions later and you cough out loud. You gasp and wheeze desperately as your hand shoots out to grab on to the man's jacket, grounding yourself.

Your eyes were watering as you slowly opened them.

You stare at the large man with ruffled pink hair, deep maroon eyes, strong jaw and nose, staring down at you with a scowl.

Your lips move. You mutter something to him. You were too dazed to even know what you said.

The only thing you remember is his eyebrows shooting up in surprise before you slip into unconsciousness.

[drraghu1]

[idliketobeatree]

hey do you think Charles would fall for Niko shouting "help! Edwin is not moving, he needs CPR!" dropping everything like oh shit and getting deadly serious ready for that mouth-to-mouth action, as Crystal screams in the distance HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO BREATHE CHARLES

[technoxenoholic]

"why do you care so much about ads on youtube"

because it's an accessibility and safety issue, dipshit. do you think people with epilepsy, migraine conditions, trauma disorders, and other issues triggered by flashing lights and/or bright "eye-catching" (eye-searing) colors and/or loud/distressing/triggering sounds should just be forced to choose between "don't watch the videos they love or might even need anymore" and "risk being in misery, going to the fucking hospital, or FUCKING DYING"

also even if the ads were universally "safe" for such conditions (which they're not)... if you think that being forced to allow capitalist manipulation into your leisure time is just fine and dandy then fuck you for that stance regardless

[inmydr3amz]

It's a trend on TikTok rn to showcase age accurate stranger things characters in every season because we know how old they are but since the actors are older you dont get an actual good sense of how old they are and I thought I'd do it with cass (and maybe some other characters idk) and I'm unwell because she was so small.

(Also I'm doing this w my own fc but still it shows u how a child at that age looks)

Book 1. WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE LOOKED LIKE THIS AND WAS KIDNAPPED TRYING TO SAVE ANOTHER KIDNAPPED CHILD

Book 2. You're telling me this is the little kid who's so paranoid about the world ending (how was she never diagnosed with anxiety at any point isw) and is set on saving the world and honestly anyone she can that she has a "wall of horrors" as her mom calls it. This is the kid that was kidnapped again by the midnight sun. This is the kid who found the homunculus, lost him, was kidnapped once again (twice in the same book omg) and then watched him die. What.

Books 3-4 bc book 3 is the summer before the school year in book 4. This is the same little girl who's mom was kidnapped and she had to save her basically on her own. This is the same kid who infiltrated a child slave camp. This is the kid who was in a coma for weeks, traveled back in time, fought lord pharaoh face to face (like straight up face to face w the monocle scene), watched her friend be almost impaled and murdered, and though she was going insane because for a while she couldn't tell the difference between reality and hallucinations and saw things no one else saw. No. Why. She was a baby.

And book 5 when she was accused of robbing a museum, her mom didn't believe her, she developed anxiety so bad she bit her nails down to the skin until they were raw and bleeding, accidentally got locked in a crate and shipped to Vegas, was practically kidnapped on stage, learnt the secret of the universe and had to deal with the pressure of keeping it to herself, and on top of that, since the secret was technically a joke, she thought that everything she had suffered in those 3(ish) years was all for nothing.

I always knew her age but actually seeing it is so different bc what do you MEAN that little baby was the secret keeper and suffered so much because of it. What do you MEAN the grown ass adults at the Midnight Sun who were literally into their HUNDREDS were beefing with that tiny ELEVEN YEAR OLD. Unwell goodbye

[asmoteeth]

Anyway, make that informative flier featuring your favorite character you always wanted to make, I promise people will love X character talking about how to stretch or how to cover a wound, both useful and fun.

[aedleader]

How to Perform CPR Guide Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) can save a life in the event of a cardiac emergency, but very few people know how to perform CPR correctly. If you see someone collapse and become unconscious with no signs of breathing, they are likely experiencing cardiac arrest. When that occurs, you need to act immediately.

[nineteenninety-six]

sincerely thank you for your service on writing about 2 of my favorite things— bounty and abbot ilysm u hv no idea. Anyway, since requests are open i was wondering your take on how it would be like if jack is married to shen's best friend and everyone thought reader is shen's wife and shen is so tired and just out them both leaving everyone shocked. i really love your jack characterization and would like to see more of it. Thank youuuu in advance :))

Pairings: Jack Abbot x Reader. John Shen x BFF!Reader

AN: omg ily too <3 bounty gets so much unneccessary hate and thank you for the love (and sorry for the long wait.)

TW: mentions of an car accident. medical inaacuracies (pls dont kill me)

As you did every day, you entered the hospital with John Shen, both of you carrying take out coffee cups from the local coffee shop where you met up before every shift, and, like clockwork, the nurses watched you with eager eyes and gossiped behind hands and charts.

You and John were two peas in a pod, platonic soulmates, attached at the hip ever since meeting during your intern year at PTMC and you rarely left each other’s side in the past four, almost five years and even now, when you both recently completed your residency and became attendings, things hadn’t changed between you two.

You and John exchanged looks when you reached the lockers, laughing at the nurse’s behaviour as you dump your bags and jackets away.

“Are you ever going tell them that you’re married?”

You pull the simple chain that rested around your neck and reveal the rings that rest on there. Your engagement and wedding rings home when you were at work.

Honestly, it wasn’t like you were actively trying to keep your marriage a secret but considering who you were married to, you’d rather keep it down low to prevent further gossip or drama. Your husband, Jack, on the other hand kept his ring on but no one dared to ask him anything about his wife and so it was your little secret. The only other person in the hospital who knew about your marriage besides John was Dr Robby and that was because you and Jack needed witnesses when you eloped.

“I don’t plan to no…unless it’s upsetting you. It isn’t, is it?” You frown at him, concerned that the whispers are getting to him.

“No,” John laughs, “I’m just curious of Jack’s reaction.”

You tuck the rings back under your shirt and laugh, “Well, you know Jack and for him, the less people who know the truth the better.”

A trauma was called in just after midnight and it was all hands-on deck, multiple casualties from a multiple vehicle collision which currently had you kneeling over a patient on gurney performing CPR after they suddenly coded in the ambulance shortly before arriving at the hospital. The gurney was being rushed to trauma two where a team and a crash cart was waiting for you.

Soon you’re standing back as Abbot yells, ‘clear’, making sure you’re not touching the patient as the shock goes through them before you’re back performing CPR for another two minutes before Abbot calls for another shock and you step back again as the patient is shocked once more. This time their pulse returns and they’re intubated and moved to the ICU.

You release sigh as you peel off your gloves and throw them in the bin. Your arms burn and ache but you don’t have time for even a five-minute rest since you have the rest of the victims from the MVC waiting for treatment. Unbeknownst to you in the midst of everything your chain slipped out of your scrubs, your rings on full display.

Maddison, a nurse, is walking past you when she double takes at the rings resting on your chest.

“Are those…rings?” Maddison blinks in confusion before she reaches a guess, “Are you married?”

“Oh!” You tuck the rings back under your scrubs, “Yeah, I am.”

“To Dr Shen?!”

Before you could deny it, Maddison is pulled away to help another patient and you know the rumour that you’re married to John would have spread all around the hospital by the end of shift.

“Hey, you did good just there.” Abbot makes his way over to you, gloves off, arms crossed as he stared you down, making eye contact with you. The classic Dr Jack Abbot stare.

You smile and shrug off the compliment, “It’s no big deal, just doing my job.”

“You’re good at your job, you’re a good doctor.” With that Jack pats you on the arm before he leaves the trauma room.

Jack at home and Jack at work were two different people. Jack at home was sweet, loving, doting, the perfect husband in many ways but Jack at work was completely detached and indifferent. You weren’t complaining as this was something you both agreed on but it was still jarring at times.

Trauma dealt with, you finally had a moment to sit on a computer to complete reports and respond to emails but the brief respite from patients meant you were fending off questions from curious nurses.

“Maddison said you’re married…” Amira starts, “Is it true?”

“Yes Amira,” You sigh, “She’s telling the truth.”

“For how long?” Colleen asks.

“Two years, three in a couple of months.”

“And you didn’t tell us or invite us?” Amira pouts.

You smile at the memory of you and Jack getting married at the courthouse on a whim, only calling Robby and John on the way there.

“We eloped. Very last minute.”

“So, you’re Dr Mrs Shen now?” Jasper interrupts.

You frown at the words but Abbot’s voice cuts through before you can.

“Mrs Shen? What are you talking about?”

John is just behind Abbot and gives you a wide-eyed look as Amira explains.

Amira gestures between you and John, “They’re married. Not that you’d know anyway, they didn’t tell anyone.”

Jack slowly turned to face, eyebrows high on his forehead as he looked at you, the tiniest smile on his lips.

“Oh, I didn’t realise.” Jack’s smile turned into a teasing grin, “My apologies Mrs Shen.”

“We’re not married!” You and John groan out loud.

“You know you don’t have to lie right?” Colleen looks unimpressed, “I mean most of us have caught on. You always arrive together, with coffee and you always have lunch together whether you go to the cafeteria or go out, hell I’ve seen you bring lunch from home to share with each other.”

“Well, when you put it like that” You murmur after a moment of silence, “Regardless, I’m not married to John.”

“So, who are you married to?” Jasper questions.

“Does it matter?” You huff.

“Yes! Is it someone we know? Is he another doctor? Are they nice to you?” Amira babbles excitedly, “Are they rich?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the last question, “Hardly rich but we are very comfortable Amira if that’s what you were concerned about.”

Amira nods along as if that was the reason behind her question, “Of course, of course.”

“Of course you’re comfortable, you’re on two doctor salaries.” John mutters underneath his breath but everyone heard it clearly.

“So, you are married to a doctor.” Jasper nods, “Someone here obviously…maybe Dr Robby?”

“It’s not Robby” You roll your eyes.

“Walsh?”

Even Abbot looks over at Amira in shock at her guess, no doubt wondering the reasoning why she guessed Walsh.

“No Amira!” You bark out and laugh incredulously.

“And you’re sure it’s not Shen?”

“Oh my Godddd” John groans out, rolling his eyes in frustration, “She’s not married to me, she’s married to Abbot!”

“John!” Your eyes widen in shock as you spin to face John and realise Jack had done the exact same thing.

“Sorry I couldn’t take it anymore!” John sighs, “The constant gossiping, everyday and night…I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“So, you eloped with Dr Abbot?” Colleen asks.

Jack made his way over to you and pulled your chair away from the desk and held his hand out for you to grab and pull yourself up, “She did. And now I’ll be taking my break with my wife and I expect it to be interruption free, am I understood?”

The nurses nod and quickly scatter and Jack begins to lead you away for the aforementioned lunch when he turns back to John,

“And Shen? Your big mouth just got you covering my shifts next weekend.”

“Hey, what?!”

Jack turns to you, “How does a weekend away sound?”

“Ooh, sounds great.” You hum as you walk away with Jack.

“Oh man…” John mutters as he watches the two of you disappear around the corner.

[dark-l-angel]

How would the batboys react to seeing s/o!reader having to kiss someone for a play and or musical. They're all briefed that its gonna happen, doesn't mean they have to feel good about it. S/o!reader apologizes afterwards by taking them out on a stupid cute date askksfdjfakl

Batboys reaction to kissing someone else for a game

Dick Grayson Aka The Golden Boy™

He says he’s fine. He acts like he’s fine. But he is absolutely not fine.

He claps for you after the play with that tight-lipped, polite smile. The one where he’s trying so hard not to be petty because he respects your craft. But the second you two are alone?

"You were amazing up there... but, um, did he have to touch your waist like that?"

He’s not mad at you, he just needs a little emotional CPR. You take him out for a late-night milkshake and fries run, and let him pick the jukebox songs. You tease him, whispering : "If I wanted someone else, you’d know it. But I like my sweet dork with the gymnastics booty."

He melts. He’ll pretend to pout a little longer, but by the third fry in your mouth, he's already kissing your cheeks

Jason Todd aka The Hot-Tempered Softie

Jason hates it. His jaw clenches. He sits through the entire play with his arms folded like he’s holding in the apocalypse.

"It’s just acting" he grunts. But his eyes say: I will destroy that guy’s entire bloodline.

You have to drag him out of his broody thundercloud with an aggressively cute date. Like matching outfits, couple selfies, stupid heart-shaped sunglasses-level cute.

You kiss his cheek and say "You’re the only guy I’d kill for, you know that right?"

He finally breaks into a smirk.

"I better be. That guy’s lucky it was a stage kiss."

By the end of the night, he's holding your hand and growling low : "Next time, I’m playing the love interest. I’ll memorize the whole damn script."

Tim Drake aka The Overthinker

Tim spirals.

He intellectually knows it’s acting. He respects the craft. He even helped you rehearse lines. But when it actually happens on stage? He dissociates into another dimension.

Post-show, he's awkward. Fidgety. Avoids eye contact like he just watched his laptop die during a dissertation.

"I’m not mad. I just... I don’t know, I didn’t expect to feel this weird."

You take him out for a "soft boyfriend therapy" date.. warm drinks, cuddly bookstore stroll, holding his hand while you ramble about your dreams. You throw in a spontaneous forehead kiss : "You’re my real-life love interest, Tim. You win."

Cue Tim.exe rebooting.

"Okay... but just don’t fall for any method actors, alright?"

Damian Wayne aka The Possessive Gremlin Prince

He watches the kiss and immediately texts Alfred: "I require a list of every acting school within a 200-mile radius that teaches swordplay."

He is SEETHING. Not at you. But at the impertinent peasant who dared touch what’s his.

You have to drag him out on a date to the petting zoo or something equally disarming, and keep feeding him compliments.

"You looked disgustingly hot sitting in the audience, you know. All broody. Made me forget my lines."

He tries to hold onto his pride, but melts when you feed a llama together. Eventually grumbles: "Next performance, I’ll be your stage partner. We’ll rehearse. Thoroughly."

Yes, Dami. Thoroughly.

[sightseertrespasser]

Too Deep, Too Shallow Part 3

Body Pillow meet Weighted Blanket.

Apocalyptic Ponyo was created by @keferon!

CW Near drowning experience.

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“I AM SO FUCKING SORRY.”

Screaming was not helping. Why was screaming not helping? Instincts demanded volume in response to stressful situations and instincts should see a fucking life coach.

“I THOUGHT-“ Blurr hovered, Orange convulsed and puked up more seawater. Clawing in chocking, staggered breaths. Blurr shook with adrenaline and the lack of immediate outlet.

“I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I FORGOT YOU CAN’T BREATH WATER.”

Blurr went to school. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew humans were air breathers. He passed health class too. He learned, in theory, the correct steps to helping a drowning mammalian mer.

Step 1. Ensure the victim is in a safe location.

The straps burned and cut into his shoulders. Blurr had to swim in an almost Jackknifed position to compensate for the drag at his back. His only focus on not ending up in prison.

Blurr’s heart hurt. His head pounded. The drag at his back vanished and Blurr nearly careened into a wall.

How? Why?

Behind him, loosed from the bag straps Orange drifted, limp and sinking.

Forcing water through his gills fast enough for stray grit to cut, Blurr gripped Orange and dragged him to the surface.

Step 2. Call for help.

Bitch call who??

He didn’t have his Fone. Even if he did, Blurr was miles away from anyone he’d think would be able to come help.

Fuck his reputation. Fuck his freedom. If either of those Orca knew how to perform CPR on a human Blurr was about to turn around and find them.

Step 3. Oh Thank Fuck.

Once his head was above water, Orange half threw up, half gasped and took in air on his own. In tiny, painful sounding sips.

Blurr dragged the human inside a flooded nest. Pulling them halfway up a set of stairs.

Thanking whatever gods or other fuckery at play he didn’t have to do actual CPR. Because all rational thought evaporated on contact and Blurr had been three seconds away from trying to flip the human upside down and physically shaking the water out of him.

Step 4. Apologize profusely.

“I- I am so, so fucking sorry. I will buy you literally whatever you want forever .” The mer continued to hover over the human.

“I just- I didn’t want to get arrested!” Blurr grimaced, speaking through grit teeth. “And I forgot. About the lung situation.”.

He awkwardly pat Orange on the back.

The human was coughing violently and had turned completely bright red in the face. Every now and then at the end of a fit, he’d lock up completely, unable to compel his lungs to function, before brute forcing a sucking gulp of air in to fuel another round of coughing. Blurr cringed.

He didn’t know if the patting was helping, but it made him feel slightly less useless.

If they got through this, Blurr was going to spoil the fuck out of this human. “What do you like? These floral camouflage pelt things? You keep breathing and I’ll get you like fifty.”

Where do they even get these things? Blurr assumed it was like a hermit crab situation. Big humans leave their pelts around for smaller humans to grow into. Do snails make them? Is there some kind of giant soft shelled land snail that makes these colorful pelts?

Blurr resolved to watch more nature documentaries in the future.

The future.

Fuck me.

As the peak of terror induced adrenaline began to pass, tremors started up his arms and across his back. Blurr breathlessly laughed, post survival high kicking in.

“Ha ha hiiii am so fucked.” If he closed his eyes, Blurr could pretend the human was laughing along. And not just coughing up his mistake.

Resting his temple on the stair step, Blurr realized he couldn’t open his eyes. The high dropped off. The only moments he could accomplish were the involuntary twitches of over extended muscle tissue.

Blurr could hear water swishing and felt it lapping at his shoulders. Like a stalking predator, the ocean had crawled a foot higher in the short time they’d been laying there.

His eyelids felt gritty trying to pull them back. He managed it on the second attempt and focused his fuzzy vision on his human.

“Orng.” He was breathing semi normally again. Occasionally catching another coughing fit but otherwise pulling in complete lungful’s of air.

“Orange.” The human slowly responded to his name, turning his head to face the mer. He did a little hand flap.

“Yeah, hi.” Blurr returned the gesture, though lifting his hand felt like it was made from pure lead. “You gotta get up. You gotta get up higher. I’m- I’m tapped out.”

Orange made a noise that sounded like “Blooh.”

Blurr slid his arms under himself, fighting gravity to look at the other properly. “Orange, I’m done. I can’t. The tides coming back and I can’t carry you anymore.”

Orange sat up, brow furrowed. The human looked from the clicking mer to the sloshing water behind them.

The mer sagged in relief when the human finally stood and turned to face the stairs.

And immediately “Hurkked” when Orange grabbed the bag and started dragging him along.

The mer verbally protested being treated like an overstuffed suitcase, but physically? Yeah this may as well be happening. At least he could make a decent argument that it was the humans idea if the orcas caught them now.

Their ascent was painfully slow, frequently interrupted by trembling breaks and reedy breathers. By the end, Orange could only pull them up a couple steps at a time before needing to sit.

Blurr zoned out, trying to ignore the bruises forming across his shoulders and where his tail was being garroted by the bag.

He distracted himself how he usually did, with chit chat. “You didn’t have to bring me you know. I appreciate it. The whole dragging me around like a drug bag thing. I have no idea why you’re keeping me safe but hey, actions speak louder than words.”

Previously, whenever Blurr spoke to Orange, he’d get some nonsense burbling in response. The human was uncharacteristically silent.

Blurr side eyed the “technically a predator” human. “You’re uh, not carrying me off to eat me right?”

Orange had stopped on another landing, digging through one of the side pockets and chugging a pod? A comb? A weird clear bottle looking thing of water.

Orange, still catching his breath, took notice of Blurr’s waiting silence. He raised a hand, “Hih Blooh.”

Blurr snorted. “Oh yeah. Apex predator right here. Gonna save me for a late lunch. Maybe eat my heart for dessert.”

Eventually, Orange managed to pull them onto a floor that was mostly untouched by water damage. The spongy texture of the floor squelched wherever weight was applied, manifesting shallow puddles in their wake. Blurr was getting uncomfortably acquainted with the textures involved.

For the first time, he was pulled into an actual human nest chamber. Blurr looked up and blinked rapidly, mouth slightly agape and brow furrowed.

“Okay. Why does this look like an apartment and more importantly, why does it look nicer than mine?!”

All the proportions were completely wack and every appliance was far too square, but that was sure as shit a kitchen they just passed. It was all just alien enough that Blurr couldn’t tell for certain What exactly was supposed to be What. However, Blurr knew what luxury looked like and this place reeked of it.

Polished stone countertops, glittering wall ornaments and some of the most uncomfortable looking furniture he’s ever seen in his life. The place even had an open floor plan, turning the space into one continuous room. Most striking of all was the far wall completely composed of glass, overlooking the flooded apocalypse.

Blurr could honestly picture this whole thing as some kind of modern art piece in a gallery. A Commentary on Mer Civilizations Corruption of Nature’s Purity. A Nest Made Hollow by Pompous McFuckface.

Orange didn’t seem bothered by the sound of Blurr’s brain breaking and dropped the mer on the carpet, bee-lining for a weirdly rectangular bed.

“Um, excuse me? Concierge I appear to be on the floor.” Blurr rolled onto his elbows. He watched Orange flop face first onto the bed, starfish style. He showed no signs of moving.

“Yeah I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Blurr felt like gravity had increased a hundred fold, but screw that. His arms shook with exhaustion as he peeled out of the wretched traveling cocoon. The only thing fueling his last vestiges of strength was the promise of sleeping in an almost actual bed.

“Scooch.” Blurr grunted.

“Hmg.” Orange also grunted.

He dug his claws into the soft lining, heaving himself on top of the covers. Not stopping until he was fully in the center, instantly deflating upon success.

Eyes shut, and the passage of time dropped out from under him like a trick floor.

——————

Blurr startled awake. His arm hurt. Actually, everything hurt. But at the moment his right arm hurt like the joint had locked into position and was cutting off blood flow.

Something warm and heavy was weighing down the right side of his body. Breathing softly against his pinned shoulder.

Blurr clicked dully, squinting in the daylight. Orange was halfway on top of him, completely out cold. Blurr wedged his numb and tingling arm to under the space of the humans neck, restoring blood flow to the appendage.

Blearily looking around, the sun had moved a couple feet across the sky. It was maybe just before noonish?

Blurr threw his free arm over his eyes.

He’d only managed to sleep a couple hours and still felt so tired he wanted to cry. Blurr wasn’t an insomniac per say, but getting his brain to slow down once it started running was a Sisyphean task. If he was home, Blurr could doom scroll for a couple hours until he physically couldn’t stay awake any longer. Or put on a random movie to the same effect.

Blurr resigned himself to being bored, miserable and too tired to sleep. Waves crashed somewhere below in a rhythmic pattern. Absentmindedly, he started tracing the seams of Orange’s outer pelt. The texture was both bumpy and straight, faintly warm from.. fr…

One eyelid half fluttered open, the other remained at rest. Blurr closed his dry mouth, tasting his own breath. The last 24 hours dripped back into his consciousness and the mer groaned.

Orange had rolled around in their sleep again and was laying fully perpendicularly across his chest. If the weight didn’t feel like it was pressing his soul back into his body, Blurr might have considered removing the human. As it stood, the mer was content to let the moment of safety linger.

Since he was awake again, ish, he could at least take the time to compose some kind of public response for when he finally returned to civilization.

Hello everyone! You all like those heartstring pulling stories where celebrities save a poor helpless animal from certain doom? Well have I got a tale for you!

Blurr crossed his arms over his new 2 in 1 heated and weighted blanket. He fiddled with the reddish fur at the back of the humans head. The texture was totally unlike a seal or sea lions fur, a little stiff and crinkly from dried on seawater.

We’ve got tender moments of trust, heart pumping action, wilderness survival and even a close call with the authorities!

He lightly kneaded the fur, the hairs softening as he worked clumped patches through his fingers. Orange flattened out like melting snow.

A good conditioner could take care of that. Maybe some specialty shampoo.

Blurr closed his eyes.

And it ends in heartbreak.

“I can’t keep you.” He mumbled.

“I forgot you couldn’t breath underwater for fucks sake. Even if it wasn’t insanely illegal, I wouldn’t be able to actually take care of you.” Blurr kept his voice down, though he was starting to be pretty sure Orange could sleep through choir practice for a pod of whales.

He looked up humans once after he first started visiting the shore. The information was sparse to put it mildly. Plenty of pages on what to expect if you cut open a dead one, but almost nothing about their natural behavior. Tons of urban legends and a not so surprising number of fanfics, which he now had the first hand experience to definitively say were 90% carp crap.

Humans don’t even purr. They hum when they’re happy.

He found lots of government warnings about how dangerous they were in numbers. But any actual scientific papers were all about hunting habits. Shit, Blurr even read one doctors firsthand account of how he was attacked and barely survived getting four freaking limbs ripped off.

None of it lined up with what Blurr had seen for himself.

Blurr smoothed out the last of Oranges fur.

“What are you?” He whistled quietly. Staring at the bizarro recreation of a pent house around them, Blurr felt something uncomfortable and niggling at the back of his mind. The cold squirming worm of a paradigm shift that wanted to burrow in and raise every fin on his body.

He suppressed a shudder and pushed the worm away. Letting the undertow of sleep wash the thought away.

Maybe if I sleep for long enough, I’ll wake up and everything will actually be normal.

He slipped under, drifting away once more.

Orange rolled directly on top of Blurr’s head.

Through a combination of muffled shrieking and panicked slapping, the human jolted awake and nearly kicked them both off the bed.

Which bobbed.

Free of the human straight jacket, Blurr sat upright and finally got a good look around.

High tide had arrived. Their bed drifted slowly through the foot or so of water that filled the apartment. By the look of the sun, another couple hours had passed while he’d been conked out.

Blurr scratched at the scales around his gills, feeling like a piece of jerky, and quickly slipped into the water, relishing in the cool relief it brought to his body. Stretching his arms and back, listening to a few joints pop in release.

Feeling much more alive now, he playfully flicked a little water at the human still on the bed. Orange pulled up a blanket to shield himself and dipped a hand in to send a spray back to Blurr.

“You dare challenge me? And here I was thinking you were clever sweetheart!” Blurr grinned devilishly, coiling his body tight and fanning out his tail.

The smile dropped off Oranges face.

The water war ended then and there as Blurr swam victory laps around the apartment. Orange preemptively soaked for the day ahead. Finding where the bag had gone, Blurr fetched it so they could both get some.. breakfast? Lunch?

Eh, whatever.

“I have no idea what this stuff is but it’s amazing. Seriously, if I didn’t think it’d end up triggering horrible ecological exploitation I’d try to sell this to everyone.” Blurr dug into the salty cube of protein, having figured out how to open the human storage combs from watching Orange.

He licked the remaining fat from his fingers, decorum be damned. “Right, if we’re going to get back to civilization, this window of time is going to be our best chance.”

Blurr’s face wrinkled at the horrible bag. “I could maaaybe make a mad dash for the exit in one go. But with all the freaky stuff swimming around, I think having an emergency vertical escape route is a little too useful.”

The mer looked out over the flooded city. Most of the taller buildings stuck out well above of the water line. Various debris littered the surface, further cluttering the way. He could pretty much tell which way the ocean was, though it wasn’t a clean shot and would take a fair bit of weaving to get through.

“I mean, assuming you’ll let me carry you again. You’ve got a pretty nice set up here and I think we’re more than even now. I’mkeepingthemeatblocksthough.” He started arranging the bag to pull it back on.

Blurr hissed as the edges of the straps dug into the tender bruising grooves across his shoulders. Orange, who’d be eating and babbling along to Blurr’s monologue paused and scooted closer.

The human inspected the straps, slipping his fingers underneath and running the edge along his thumb. Orange made a couple nonsense noises before hopping off the bed to splash further into the apartment, disappearing around the corner.

The only thing that stopped Blurr from taking that as his queue to leave was a burning curiosity to know what the human was doing back there.

The sound of doors opening and closing, a few bumps and thuds of object’s falling over and a triumphant human noise kept Blurr on the edge of his seat.

Orange returned carrying some squares of cloth and a cylinder of glossy gray material, wearing the latter like a wrist ornament.

Curiously, Blurr watched as Orange wrapped the cloth around the straps, padding them out, and securing it in place with strips of sticky leather pulled off the wrist cylinder.

The mers face was carefully blank. “Orange.. How smart are you?”

The human chittered to himself happily, making small adjustments to the improvised padding.

“Okay you’re freaking me out a little. That wasn’t normal. What you just did isn’t normal.” Blurr consciously kept his fins from flaring, not wanting to cause the human to panic again after the incident with the cops. The human continued to be oblivious.

“Orange,” Blurr placed his hands on the human, causing them to stop talking and look him directly in the eyes. Blurr slowly and deliberately enunciated each click. “Can you understand me?”

The humans eyes were blank and devoid of comprehension. Orange was quickly turning red and Blurr could feel him wanting to pull away.

“Just- Give me one sign I’m not going crazy here. Like, I don’t know. Wave with both hands if you understand what I’m saying. Clap twice. Literally anything.” Blurr let Orange go, who suddenly seemed extremely interested in anything other than the mer. “Please sweetheart?”

Nothing.

Blurr sighed, rubbing the heels of his palms over his eyes. “Yeah okay. I’m just loosing it.”

The mer considered the “penthouse” one last time before putting it out of his mind. Blurr finished getting strapped in and Orange quickly followed suit.

The duo ventured into waters not yet known.

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“Okay, so the other delivery guy is totally panicking now right? Swindles got a bloody axe, the health inspector is still screaming from inside the floorboards, and there’s FIFTEEN GODDAMN SEAGULLS LOOSE inside the liquor cabinet.”

Blurr turned a random corner, not really minding his surroundings.

“And all of this is happening right in front of the freaking Senator.” Blurr can’t help but snickering at that point.

Orange rattled off some random human noises, Blurr waited patiently for his turn to talk again.“The Senator was a doll honestly. Very sympathetic to the whole situation. He was the one who got me through the door into professional racing actually.”

Blurr dropped the tenor of his voice dramatically. “He said: Blurr, you’re a young mer with incredible talent and unparalleled drive. But if you ever take another delivery job you’re going to end up in jail.”

Orange made an enthusiastic sound, kicking his feet slightly.

“Anyways, that’s how Swindle and I met at some kids birthday party.” Blurr rolled his eyes with a smile. Swindle was never going to believe this.

Taking a break from telling stories, Blurr stuck his head underwater to refresh his face, careful to keep the human top side.

They were swimming a few stories above the ground here. Sand pulled inward by the rip tides had settled across former streets, numerous species of sea life flit by exploring the flooded structures that were absolutely tangled in seaweed. A wild mer hunted some smaller fish through the interiors of a nearby building.

Glassy eyes flicked up to Blurr. Webbed hands paddling slowly to creep closer.

Blurr barred his teeth, locking eyes with the wild mer and sending out a few warning clicks. Low and echoing.

The possible predator got the message and turned tail.

Blurr puffed out his chest, radiating smugness. After the mutant leviathan from yesterday, it was going to take significantly more than some casual uncanny valley to rattle him now. Blurr was a hardened survivalist now.

The wild mer swept down close to the sand, keeping one eye trained upwards at Blurr in distrust.

The sand exploded and the mer vanished with a flash of massive ivory mandibles.

Blurr watched blood drift out of the newly revealed manhole like reddish smoke.

He popped his head back above water. “Hey did I every tell you about how much I hate the outdoors?”

Blurr hoped Orange couldn’t feel his rocketing heart rate through the bag. “I hate it! Loathe even! And oh wow my tail is sooo tired, I could really use a break from swimming so whatcha say we switch off for a while m’kay?”

Blurr kept a death grip on his nerves, refusing to bolt again. Instead he swam between a cluster of buildings with several shorter ones in between just beneath the waterline.

Maybe a just a little briskly.

Blurr was just about to signal Orange they where going to flip when a shrill metallic whistle cracked through the air.

The thin layer of sand beneath them exploded and for a single second Blurr choked on his own heart.

Gravity smashed into him as Orange instantly doubled in weight, crushing Blurr face first against a lattice of ropes.

Orange was shouting, frantically trying to push against the net and Blurr wasn’t behaving much better. He at least managed through sheer panic to twist them around enough that his spine wasn’t going to break from the weight.

Blurr and Orange swayed several feet above the water, hopelessly tangled and completely upside down.

The mer picked up the sound of many humans hollering. Jubilant and excited. The collective pitch was in a higher register than what Orange sounded like.

“Are you actually shitting me right now?” Blurr pressed his face to the netting. He watched as a ragtag pack of mini humans clambered from their hiding spots, armed with pointed sticks and blunt metal instruments.

“Of all the psychotic ways to die in this place are we seriously gonna get poked to death by a bunch of kids?!” He whistled irately, tail thrashing within his limited movement.

Orange was still being loud and noisy, but instead of continuing to just scream, he’d started chattering away at the juveniles surrounding them at a frantic speed.

Shockingly, a couple of the larger ones responded. Kicking off an honest to god dialogue. Albeit, one that clearly wasn’t weighted in Oranges favor.

While Orange barked at his back, Blurr noticed one of the smallest humans approach him specifically.

The wide eyed and gap toothed human opened its mouth and, “Ello there govna’!”

“What?” Blurr blinked. “What the fuck?”

The tiny human had a contemplative look on his face, frowning slightly before whistling back, “Ello what the fueck?!”

“The FUCK?” This wasn’t real. All of the blood in his body was rushing to his head and Blurr was having a stroke or something.

“Oooh, the fuck!” The tiny human annunciated, pretty closely mimicking Blurr’s speech.

The tiny human waved at the others, yelling some human nonsense that gathered their attention.

Interspersed, Blurr could hear them saying “Fuck” repeatedly.

Soon, all the other baby humans began repeating the “whistle-click” of the cuss word.

A chorus rung out.

“Fuck?”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck fuck.”

“Fuck fuck fuck?”

“Fuck fuck!”

“Ah, hokay.”

Somewhere in the distance, a deep bellowing mer voice called out. A classic two note song for recalling wandering children. The baby humans all stopped. Swiftly, they retreated back the way they came. Orange desperately called after them, where the largest responded with a clipped series of human barks.

Just before the littlest one left, he turned back to Blurr with a tiny hand waving goodbye, “Thank ya’ for the word-gift Mister Fuck-Fish! Fare thee well an’ safe travels!”

The moment after they disappeared, the rope was cut and the two of them crashed back into the water.

Disentangling themselves. Orange and Blurr both sat in the shallow water, each staring at nothing, slightly slack jawed.

The baby humans showed no signs of returning. For good or for evil.

Blurr broke the silence first. “We.. will never speak of this. And if we must. There was twenty of them. And they were fairies.”

Orange nodded, thousand yard stare unbroken.

A muggy wind began to pick up, rolling in from the east.

Orange, eventually, stood. And continued their journey on foot across the apocalyptic jungle gym.

As the hours of alternating travel between land and sea slipped by, a grey cast began to overtake the sky. Fat drops of dark rain spotted dry concrete. The water nipped a little louder at the edges of their pathways.

Orange began to shiver.

And as the first distant flashes of lightning flickered across the reflective buildings, Blurr felt his heart cinch.

All he saw was a still image. Quickly gone. Of leopard seal spots, and a blood bright visor.

Hunting.

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Aight. The Lethal Grandma joke will come soon but not now, because pacing is a thing.

Blurr and Swerve are cursed to have the worst possible encounters with every other survivor in the Apocalypse. Because it’s funny.

-SSTP

[carrythispictureforluck]

*2 minutes later*

James: have you ever thought about how you would perform CPR on a giraffe?

Peter: *groans* please go to sleep Prongs

James: I can't, you'll have to hex me

Peter: I'm not going to hex you James..

Remus: I'LL HEX YOU!

marauders bedtime routine

james: goodnight peter!

peter: night night

james: goodnight pads!

sirius: g’night prongs

james: goodnight remus!

remus: *sigh* night james

james: . . .

james: goodnight rug

james: goodnight curtains

james: goodnight window

james: goodnight moon

james: goodnight moony

remus: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO SLEEP

[menofprogress]

Jayvik things that make me insane:

The fact that viktor kept the blanket until the end. Buddy. Idk what you think getting rid of your emotions looks like, but it sure as hell isnt THAT. What an insane character design decision

Like oh my god, he NEVER took it off. Platonic my entire ass.

Viktor is wearing a shirt directly after the explosion, but hes only wearing his brace when jayce is carrying him to the lab. Did jayce try to perform cpr? Did he try to look for injuries? Is viktor even ALIVE when hes carrying him?

During one if the hexcore "x ray shots" you can see that viktor's spine was fully severed. He got HIT.

How long did he try cpr before he realised he needed a miracle for Viktor to survive?

Why wasnt Viktor taken to a hospital? Maybe Jayce didnt trust anyone else to touch him or maybe they didnt bother taking him to the hospital bc he was too far gone already?

The decision to parallel the meljay love scene with viktor rejecting a potential love interest and then nearly dying is WILD. Showing that Mel woke up alone bc jayce rushed to Viktor's side is WILD.

The show constantly making it clear how important viktor is to jayce, like not even as a dig towards mel or anything, but viktor is his BEST FRIEND. Where did all that fanon about jayce abandoning viktor come from bc it sure as hell didnt come from canon.

Literally viktor can do no wrong in jayces eyes, blud starts a mindcontrolling cult and jayce is like "i still love you baby". Viktor pouting to get his way and jayce folding every time is canon to me.

He made sure to include viktor and he would be so mad that the hexgates are only credited to him after their deaths

Viktor put on a brave and reserved face, but he was so insecure about his place in the world and next to jayce, maybe because of his disabilities, maybe because hes from zaun, but it never, never mattered to jayce and he takes such care to reassure viktor, remind him of his place by his side and hes fully aware of the difficulties viktor faces. Aside from the one dumbass slip up on the bridge ofc lol

Viktor may be insecure about his body and his standing, but that doesnt stop him from being a catty bitch tho lol

The fact that jayce knows viktors 'oasis' hideout. Did viktor tell him, did he follow him once? And he can apparently immediately deduce 'oh, something upsetting happened to viktor, im gonna need to check up on him'

During the forehead touching, disintegration scene you can see that jayce is visibly straining, either terrified or in pain, but he refuses to let go of viktor. And when we finally see viktor reciprocating touch its to comfort jayce by stroking his arm

[captain039]

Blood, Fur and Magic

Vampire Viktor x reader x Werewolf Jayce

Warnings: Vampire things, werewolf things, light swearing, possessiveness, smut, sexual, intimacy, poly relationship, angst, violence

I saw somewhere about Viktor being vampire coded and Jayce being werewolf coded and now I just wanna be that sandwich

I’m also sorry if it’s confusing xD

Theres a ringing in your ears, a pain in your leg and your whole body, the ground was closer than you remember. You cough your lungs engulfing dust and rubble. What happened? You remember clash shattering and an explosion, you had only just walked into the council room when it went off. There’s someone shaking your shoulder, someone yelling, you know that voice, Mel? You blink your eyes open seeing her knelt beside you shaking you. There’s relief in her face when you open your eyes and she sits you up as cough again and your hearing slowly returns. You focus on the ruin of the council room, everyone’s dead-

“Hey, can you hear me?” Mel cups your cheeks a moment gently tapping them before clicking her fingers by your ears.

“Yeah- I can” you move her hands and she sighs in relief.

“What happened?” You manage as she goes to help you up, you cry in pain though and look down to your leg, you almost pass out at the sight quickly covering your eyes and whimpering.

“Don’t look” Mel quickly covers it with your jacket and ties your leg off making you cry again.

“VIKTOR!” theres a yell in the council room, Mel quickly looks and you urge her to go. You see Jayce stand and leg it to a pile of rubble. You struggle to get up so you opt for dragging yourself on the floor. Thats when you see them both in view, Jayce over Viktor’s unconscious body, tearing off his shirt performing CPR. Your mind slows and reels at the scene, everything feels in slow motion Jayce’s body moving quickly trying to revive Viktor before he’s lifting him and running. Mel returns to your side quickly as guards begin to rush in.

“Mel-“ you feel tears down your face watching Jayce run with Viktor in his arms.

“They’ll be alright” she says but there’s no real truth in her words as you let out a broken cry. You weren’t ready to say goodbye, you weren’t ready to see his sweet face leave. You’re lifted to the medical wing your leg broken the bone sticking out. You pass out along the way world dimming in pain and darkness.

The next time you wake you focus on your surroundings, a hospital room, you feel the pain in your leg numbed and your mind comes back. Viktor, Jayce- you need to see them now. You curse the cast on your leg and stumble out of the hospital room. You lean against the wall and hobble painfully to the receptionist.

“Miss-!” She says shocked but you don’t care, your teeth are gritted and you lean heavily against the counter.

“Jayce Talis, Viktor where are they?” You say and she fumbles a bit.

“Now! Please!” You beg. Someone escorts you to a private room, you have crutches as support as you walk to Viktor’s room. You stand outside it a moment before knocking softly you hear shuffling movement before Jayce opens the door.

“Please I said-“ he stops as he sees you, eyes wide he says your name softly before he hugs you tightly. You feel tears roll down your face as you let the crutches go and hug him back.

“How’s the leg?” He asks pulling back keeping you steady.

“Doesn’t matter” you say seeing Viktor on the bed. There’s a bunch of tubes in him, he has a breathing machine attached to him the sight makes your stomach coil.

“Jayce” you whisper with tears in your eyes, he helps you inside and closes the door, you walk over to where Viktor lays, too still, too pale, it’s worse than the last time you saw him in here. You can’t control your emotions as tears roll down your face and you almost collapse. Jayce is quick to settle you on a chair nearby hushing you gently.

“I’m not ready” you sob and Jayce takes in a shaky breath his emotions clear too.

“I know, I know I’m not either” he says his tears falling as well.

There’s no improvement, Viktor lays in a state of a death like sleep. You nor Jayce leave his room often, you both not wanting to say goodbye. Many times you’ve both yelled at the doctors when they said it may be time to let him go. You were never one to show your emotions so easily but this? This turned a switch.

It’s around midnight you think, time doesn’t matter in this room anymore. You’re curled up on the bed Jayce had brought in your broken leg stretched out. It’s been two months now, with the severity of the break yourself still going to have this cast on for months. It doesn’t matter though, you’re alive and Viktor is lying on that bed in a shut down body. You don’t know who goes first, you or Jayce on a tandem of finding a cure, like anyone could possibly cure death. Viktor’s right limbs are changed by the Arcane, a strange purple, grey colour. After Jayce saw what it had done he destroyed it, that fracture in there friendship never healed properly, neither apologised fully and now Jayce didn’t have a chance too. You’ve got books, notes and crumble papers everywhere in the lab, you don’t remember when you started being this invested in fixing things. You lean against the table, head on your arms as you feel yourself drift off to sleep.

You dream of woods, ones you’ve never seen, you’re running your legs are burning, heart pounding but you need to get away. There’s something behind you chasing you, howling in the background. You slam into something though the air knocked out of you, you look up seeing a hooded figure. Images flash into your mind, fangs, blood, fur, canines, it’s too much flickering.

“Change is the only way” the voice is eerie, one you don’t know before the figure is gone, the howl closer than before and rustling in the underbrush before it launches

You scream awake shooting up, you pant and grasp the table in front of you. Your heart pounds and you’re covered in sweat. You jolt when the door opens almost jumping off the chair.

“Hey” Jayce mutters as he walks in the lab. You look at him frowning, his hairs a little longer his beard has grown slightly, he’s got bags under his eyes though, his face a little sunken in.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as images flick in your mind. Canines, brown fur, golden eyes. You wince and hold your head, Jayce comes closer his hand on your shoulder gently. You feel claws in your skin though and yell in pain stumbling away. It ends up with you on the floor and a worried Jayce in front of you with his hands up. You stare at his hands, they’re normal, no sharp claws. You look to your shoulder and nothing. You feel overwhelmed, tears in your eyes as you apologise. Jayce soothes you instantly coming down to kneel by you, holding you close. You don’t feel any claws this time, just his warmth.

“We both need rest” he says helping you off the floor careful of your casted leg. You sigh but nod and follow him out of the lab on your crutches. Your apartments been forgotten over the last two months, Jayce’s is closer to the hospital so you stay there instead in his spare room. You fall onto your bed, sort of, careful not to jolt your leg as you sigh and close your eyes again.

You dream of the woods again, but there’s another chasing you, they’re faster, quieter moving in the shadows. It’s dark, the full moon high above you, you run till you can’t, till you collapse on the floor with your lungs bursting for air. You feel it before you see it, the creep of coldness on your skin the prickle on fear on the back of your neck.

“You’ll taste so sweet” it whispers and you know that voice. There’s a figure over you pinning you to ground before two cold small shards pierce your neck. You faintly hear a low growl behind you and listen to the laugh the figure on top of you lets out.

“Jayce” he chuckles and you know who it is, Viktor, his hairs longer, his body fuller his eyes a swirl of colours. You follow his gaze and you see the beast, hunched over golden eyes staring at you and him both. A wolf like body, hunched over tail swishing behind.

“He’s possessive” Viktor leans down and whispers in your ear teasingly his tongue sliding across your neck.

“Why’re you surprised to see me?” He sits up again his body still straddling yours.

“You’re dead” you whisper.

“Dead? Hardly, my heart may not beat but I’ve not felt this alive in years” he grins and you see two pointed fangs. Another growl leaves the beast and Viktor laughs again.

“Come my love” he lifts a hand and reaches out for the beast. It walks over on all fours nuzzling its head into Viktor palm.

“You don’t recognise him?” Viktor asks looking to you. You frown at them both and listen to the low whine the wolf like beast lets out. You stare at its eyes, golden- Golden like Jayce’s.

“Jayce” you whisper in shock and Viktor chuckles softly a smile on his lips as he pets the wolf head.

“Wake now sweet thing” Viktor whispers before you jolt upward surrounded by the faint glow of the sun and Jayce’s spare room.

Next part ->

[mind-intheclouds342]

Helping Daisuke!

(I don't know why but i think you all gonna think that the way i write its pretty funny and weird, it's just so different making it in spanish.

My first language isn't english and i'm trying my best doing this for the first time!

I hope that at least you can all enjoy it a little bit)

This is pure fluff

You thought you were going to have a horrible experience on that ship, but a light was there to brighten your days.

After finishing high school, you weren't quite sure how your life was going to keep going or what you were going to do.

Your parents were very worried about you, immediately urging you to do different things that only ended up putting more stress on you.

Until they achieved this, and you accepted, you needed to escape from them and have time for yourself.

You never imagined that one day you would reach space, it was something unreal for you.

The fact that they hire people with no experience at all it seemed so strange, but you didn't complain too much about it or think of it.

You ended up being Anya's intern, who was in charge of the nursery.

You liked her a lot, she was so calm and sweet with you, and you felt secure having another woman on the crew.

At the beginning of the trip, you were extremely focused on learning as much knowledge as possible from her, where the medications were located, CPR techniques, how to perform a routine check-up, and other things.

In any case, you kept a certain distance from others, feeling defenseless in front of everyone else since they were older than you and had the necessary experience to do their jobs, while you only felt like an intruder.

But not with him.

Daisuke had gone through a situation similar to yours, ending up as Swansea's intern, helping him with mechanical work.

But you two hadn't exchanged a word until that day…

Swansea: "Hey (Y/n), I need you to help me with something, and it would be better if you bring your emergency kit"

You had been alarmed immediately upon hearing the man call you, but you nodded to accompany him; he certainly looked upset, making you wonder what had happened.

Swansea: "I couldn't find Anya, you were the closest one to ask for help, because I need you to fix this idiot soon."

He mentioned, pointing at a Daisuke sitting on a box, thinking about what had happened.

You immediately noticed the drops of blood on the floor, you began to carefully examine the boy's body until you found that he had a piece of metal embedded in the palm of his hand.

You tilted your head, analyzing the wound for a moment; it wasn't large, the metal was cylindrical and of small diameter.

"How did that happen?"

Swansea: "Ask the fool, I don't wanna here, if I keep seeing him I'm going to smack him"

He ran his hand over his face in frustration before leaving.

You couldn't help but smile, noticing that he was truly worried about the boy.

You approached and sat down in front of him.

Daisuke looked up to see you, and his eyes soon began to search for something else to focus on.

"I'm going to need you to lend me a hand."

You said, extending your hands, hoping he would do the same.

Daisuke: "Really, it wasn't as stupid as the boss says! Seriously, I was doing something very, very important"

He began to speak nervously, to which you just kept staring at him, waiting for his hand. Defeated, he finally handed it to you.

"So, what was that totally not silly and super important thing you were doing?"

Daisuke: "As you can imagine! Swansea couldn't fix inside the ventilation ducts for obvious reasons! I wanted to help him and I climbed up! But… I fell and my hand got stuck as you can see… It was for a good cause!"

"Mmh"

You hummed, focused, watching the swelling around the metal, and touched the boy's fingers, making sure it hadn't pierced any tendons or bones.

Daisuke: "Does it look very bad? It doesn't hurt as much as you might think"

"It's going to hurt."

You warned him, leaving him confused, when you put on a glove and ripped the metal off, making him let out an extremely high-pitched scream.

Both of them stood there, surprised by how he had shouted, the boy immediately turning red.

"The good thing is that it didn't go through anything important, you were lucky."

You began to clean the wound carefully.

Daisuke: "Great… Great… Soooo… what things are you into?"

You raised your gaze curiously for a moment at his question.

Daisuke: "I need to talk to distract myself from the pain."

"What do I like?… Lemme see… I like watching series… Listening to music… Read… Normal things, I guess? Nothing extraordinary"

Daisuke: "Those are awesome things! What kind of series do you like to watch? Oh! What's your favorite music genre? I can teach you some awesome songs! Do you like movies? I love action movies! Ka-pow!"

You couldn't help but laugh a little at his enthusiasm while you were already bandaging his wound.

"You're going to have to take good care of yourself and we'll do some check-ups from time to time, okay?"

Daisuke: "You mean like dates?…….I mean! Medical! Medical dates!! Medical appointments?"

You were surprised by that and smiled at him, raising an eyebrow, starting to understand what all that nervousness was about.

"We can also have dates, if you like, although it will be difficult on the ship, but if you're okay with a day playing cards and watching the screen, then I think we can make it work."

Daisuke: "Are you serious??"

You could see how her entire face lit up with your suggestion.

"I'm not going to deny it, you're cute, and you're the only one my age, I feel much more comfortable with you."

Daisuke: "Eh-? Seriously, is that all you see??"

"…You have never spoken to me! How could I like anything else about you if I don't know you?"

Daisuke: "It's just that talking to girls makes me nervous… I was afraid of saying something that would make you think I'm an idiot-"

"Okay, so… What do you like about me?"

Daisuke: "…That you're my age… and you're pretty…"

You crossed your arms at his vague answer like yours.

Daisuke: "How handsome do you think I am? The most handsome one in the crew, am i rigth?"

He smiled, running his hand through his hair, making you laugh.

"The second one, I would say~ but Captain Curly is too old for me."

Daisuke: "I didn't want to know that! Lie to meeeee!"

He stayed, and you could only laugh more, to the point where you accidentally started to snort, covering your mouth trying to stop laughing.

Daisuke found that even more adorable and magnificent, his cheeks flushing even more, thinking that he might have a chance with such a sweet girl who laughs at his silly words and actions.

"Remember, no matter how much it itches, you mustn't scratch it, okay?"

You indicated to him after you had caught your breath and stopped laughing, you had to return to the infirmary to leave the emergency kit you had taken.

Daisuke: "Got it!"

He brought his hand to his forehead and smiled at you.

You returned the smile and approached him to leave a kiss on your cheek before leaving.

He stood in place for a few seconds before jumping up, shouting with joy, raised his hand wanting to high-five someone, but realizing he was alone, he high-fived himself.

Something he immediately regretted but it was worth it.

Anya: "Oh, (Y/n) was looking for you"

"I was helping Daisuke, he had hurt himself, here I bring the kit to put it back in place."

Anya: "Yes, it had a very nasty wound"

"…How do you know?"

Anya: "Well, I was the first to see it but Swansea suggested that you should see it to test what you've learned, I'm sure you did great."

You let out a chuckle upon hearing that, so Swansea took it upon himself to help you talk to each other, he really do cares about Daisuke.

[riddlesrizzler]

Gracie babyyy what are your thoughts on lifeguard! himbo Theo who notices a suspicious number of girls needing cpr while he’s on duty, so he decides to do adult swim lessons. And suddenly there’s a suspicious number of girls who don’t know how to swim. And fellow lifeguard! reader is just so done with him

Just spit balling here, Leigh’s AU festival is taking over my entire brain rn

THEO would be eating it up for sure!!!! like this is what he is made for, attention. especially female attention. and like what better way to spend the summer with girls in tiny bikinis who need saving? (but obviously he is more interested in wondering if you can blow his whistle)

@nottslove what are your thoughts on lifeguard! theo? i loved your fic where he basically undoes the readers swimsuit!

It starts with CPR.

Specifically: a suspicious number of girls needing it.

“Third one this week,” you mutter, arms crossed, as Theo hoists yet another sunburned twenty-something out of the shallow end and gently sets her down on the pool deck like he’s performing a sacred ritual. “She choked on her own gum. In three feet of water.”

“She panicked,” Theo says seriously, brushing wet hair from her forehead. “It’s a real thing, you know. Shock.”

“She winked at you mid-rescue.”

He shrugs. “I have that effect on people.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Theo.”

“Yes, my beautiful and morally upright co-lifeguard?”

“Stop giving people fake CPR.”

“It’s not fake. It’s emotional CPR.”

“I will push you into the deep end.”

He grins at you-big and harmless and golden in that shirtless, sun-kissed way that makes your job so much harder. Not because you’re into it (though, okay, maybe you are, just a little), but because half the female population within a ten-mile radius seems to be faking medical emergencies just to get mouth-to-mouth from Theo Nott.

It’s getting exhausting.

So when he shows up one Monday morning with a laminated flyer and a hopeful look in his eye, you already know you're in trouble.

“I’m starting an Adult Swim Class,” he announces, slapping the flyer onto your clipboard.

You squint. “Since when do you teach?”

“Since now. It’s about public service. Drowning prevention. Lifesaving stuff.”

The flyer has a photo of him shirtless on it. Holding a pool noodle. Smiling like a himbo Greek god.

“Theo. This is just your Tinder profile in Arial Bold.”

“Marketing is everything.”

You sigh. “You're doing this just for the attention, aren't you?”

“I’m doing this,” he says, flashing that stupidly perfect grin, “for the community.”

The first class sells out in five minutes.

Fifteen girls show up in full makeup and matching pastel swim caps. One of them brought a waterproof ring light.

“I think I forgot how to float,” one says sweetly, clinging to Theo’s bicep like she’s just been rescued from a riptide. “Can you hold me up?”

You lean against the lifeguard tower, watching the chaos unfold.

To his credit, Theo really is trying.

Sort of.

“Okay, ladies,” he says, chest puffed like he’s teaching a masterclass. “Let’s start with breathing. In through the nose, out through the-uh-smile.”

Someone giggles. Another pretends to slip and grabs onto him for balance. A third is live-streaming on TikTok.

You can’t take it anymore.

“Alright, fish sticks,” you bark, blowing your whistle. “Float practice. Spread out. That does not mean dogpile on the lifeguard.”

Groans ripple across the pool, but they obey. Reluctantly.

Theo gives you a sheepish look. “I think they’re learning.”

“They’re learning how to flirt with a himbo with a whistle”

“I don’t wear a whistle”

“Exactly.”

He chuckles, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you again-like it used to be before Theo became the Poolside Panty-Dropper.

You raise an eyebrow. “You enjoying yourself, hotshot?”

“Maybe a little,” he admits, glancing at the group now dramatically practicing synchronized floating. “But hey. No one’s fake drowning.”

You snort. “Yet.”

He leans a little closer. “Unless you’re planning to.”

Your eyes narrow. “Don’t even try.”

“I’d save you first, you know.”

You scoff, but your cheeks go warm anyway.

Theo winks. “Emotional CPR. Just say the word.”

You roll your eyes and blow the whistle again.