#i can't understand unfamiliar voices dude i need HELP

[keeps-ache]

i have a new hobby! i enter a random word into youtube music's searchbar and scroll until i find songs with 0 listens and then vibe :3

[supercorpkid]

I Forget You Aren't Mine 3

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader!, Kara Danvers x Reader!, Alex Danvers, Brainy, Lex Luthor.

Word Count: 3.8k

Note: the end my dudes! Part 1 / Part 2

You blink, disoriented. The cool, crystalline air of the Fortress of Solitude stinging your eyes. Kara's face swims into focus, her expression a mix of relief and something else you can't quite place. Alex and Brainy stand slightly behind her, their faces etched with concern.

There's medical equipment around you. Needles inside you. You can hear the beeps of your heart in the background. It feels disrespectful to not remember how you end up here.

"Babe?" you ask, your voice raspy. "What happened? Where are we?"

Kara's smile is tight, forced. "You're safe, my love. Everything is going to be okay."

She doesn't answer your question and that's not usually how your wife behaves. You look around again, eyes catching someone in the back. A small dark-haired figure, watching anxiously.

“Is that your boss?” You try to get up in one motion, but Alex holds you down. Why is she here? “What am I doing at the DEO?

“You're not at the DEO, Y/N. You're at the Fortress. You're safe, we're all here.” Alex assures you and you furrow your brows.

“Safe? From what? Why wouldn't I be safe?” You ask, watching as Lena takes one careful step forward. “And why is Ms Luthor here?”

“Do you remember the servers?” Lena asks, you shake your head in denial. “Lex's plans?” You deny again. Lena’s throat bobs as she looks at Brainy, something mournful in her expression. “The failsafe. He wiped her memory.”

“Yes, I was afraid of that,” Brainy states matter-of-factly, his eyes glued to his pad, seemingly unfazed by the gravity of the situation.

“How do you feel?” Alex asks you, you try to sit up again and she helps you up this time. 

You look around the vast, icy chamber, the strange technology, the towering crystals. It's all so unfamiliar.

“I don't know, Alex. I feel fine, but I have no idea what you guys are saying and it's so cold here,” You reach out, your fingers brushing against Kara's arm. “Can we go home? Please babe.”

Kara hesitates. It’s small—just for a second—but you catch it. Then she pulls you into a hug, arms locking around you like she’s afraid to let go. "Of course, of course my love. We can go home."

“Kara,” Alex says slowly, her tone hinting at the objection you know is coming. You can sense it—she’s not going to let you leave. “We should monitor her more closely. See what she remembers. Make her remember.”

Kara searches your eyes, and you silently plead with her not to listen to Alex. You reach for her again, tightening your arms around the woman you love, hoping to convey your fear without words.

A gentle kiss lands on your temple, but there’s a storm of emotions in her gaze—concern mixed with determination, and maybe a hint of fear. You can feel the weight of the moment, the tension thick between you all.

“Not now. We're going home.” Kara’s voice is firm, and you exhale, relief flooding through you.

As Kara makes her decision, Lena’s gaze remains locked on you, her expression unreadable. There’s a flicker in her eyes—perhaps disappointment, or maybe understanding—but you can’t quite tell. You don’t know her well, and you still can’t grasp why she’s here with your family, as if she belongs.

Alex, however, can’t hold back. “Kara, are you serious? This is insane! We don’t know what Lex did to her. We need to run tests, assess the damage—”

“Alex, that’s enough,” Kara snaps, her tone leaving no room for argument. “She wants to go home, and we’re respecting that. Just focus on Lena’s encrypted channels for now.”

Alex complies, slowly removing the medical equipment and needles from your body. Lena glances at Kara, and you catch a hint of a silent conversation between them—one that Kara seems to ignore, her jaw tightening with determination.

As Kara leads you toward the exit, Lena steps forward, her voice quiet but steady. “Kara, maybe just a brief scan... to ensure there are no lingering neural anomalies.”

Kara stops, her back to Lena. “No, Ms. Luthor. This has gone too far. My wife and I are going home.”

The journey back to National City is silent. Kara's hand rests on your thigh, but her touch is light, almost tentative. 

She tries to act normal—makes dinner, puts on your favorite movie, curls up beside you on the couch. But the atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension.

As you sit there, watching the movie, you feel a sense of unease. You look at Kara, her face illuminated by the flickering light of the screen. She's beautiful, undeniably so. But there's a sadness in her eyes, a quiet desperation that makes your heart ache.

"Hey," you say, your voice barely a whisper. "Are you okay?"

She turns to you, her eyes searching yours. "I'm fine, honey." she says, her voice strained. "Why wouldn't I be?"

You push forward, crawling into her lap, lacing your legs around her waist. Her hands find the small of your back automatically. Not your dimples, though.

“You're not fine.” You say it with a certainty that comes from years of knowing her. Your fingers knead softly at the nape of her neck, trying to ease some of the tightness. She shudders, her eyes glistening. “I’m sorry this happened. I’ll do everything I can to remember, but right now, just… tell me what you need.”

"No, no,” Kara swallows hard. “It's not your fault.” 

She pulls you closer, kissing the tear that is threatening to spill from your eye. Her shoulders finally easing up a little. “It was mine. I should never have agreed on putting you in danger. I promise that won't happen again. Everything is good now.”

You melt into her lap, resting your head against her shoulder as her fingers tangle gently in your hair. The moment feels perfect—like a scene from a movie, or maybe a—a TV show…

Your brows knit together. Something shifts, an odd tug in your chest, like a thread being pulled loose from a fabric you didn’t realize was unraveling. And beg yourself to believe in her words, everything is good. Please. Everything has to be good! Kara must feel it, too, because she stills, her fingers pausing mid-motion.

“You okay, baby?” she whispers against your temple.

You want to say yes. You want to say no. But neither answer feels honest.

So instead, you murmur, “Take me to bed. Maybe your mouth can find other ways to prove that everything is good now.”

You wake to hushed voices in the kitchen, their tones low and urgent. Your eyelids feel heavy, but the fragmented conversation outside your bedroom door pulls you upright.

The moment you step out, four pairs of eyes snap toward you.

Brainy, looking as detached as ever, still typing even if he is not looking at the keyboard at all; Alex, concern tightening the corners of her mouth, eyes soft as if she is looking at a child; Kara, her expression flickers between worry and something softer, something aching; And then there’s Lena—her eyes tell a whole story—one you don’t remember but somehow feel. There’s something restrained in the way she looks at you, like she’s trying to school her expression into neutrality but can’t quite keep the edges from fraying. A flicker of guilt, maybe, or regret. Or something even heavier, something close to longing.

You clear your throat, suddenly self-conscious. Their silence stretches, filling the room with something unspoken.

“Oh, um—” Your eyes drop to your clothes: Kara’s old university t-shirt draping over your frame, paired with barely-there pajama shorts. Not exactly appropriate attire in front of your wife’s boss. You shift on your feet. “Sorry, Ms. Luthor, I didn’t realize you were here. I'll change.” You turn towards the bedroom, but you still murmur, “Honey, a word?”

Kara follows you into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. “You hungry? I flew to Dublin for your favorite breakfast.” She tries.

“What the hell is your boss doing here this early in the morning? What's up with all the hushed meetings and you all looking at me like I'm missing a limb or something?”

Kara exhales, running a hand through her hair. “Why don’t you change and come join us, huh? We’ll tell you everything.”

Something about the way she says it makes your stomach twist. Like she doesn't want to say it. Too careful. Too rehearsed. As if she lost the argument against them. You glance back at the closed door, where the others are waiting. Where Lena is waiting, with that look in her eyes you still can’t place.

Tell you everything—like it’s some big revelation, like it’s something you should already know. Something you used to know.

You swallow. Nod. “Okay.”

God, amnesia is so cliché. Though, this isn’t the kind you usually hear about. There’s more to it—more than just forgetting. It’s reality twisting at the seams, shifting under your feet. A life rewritten, memories rearranged like pieces of a puzzle forced into the wrong places.

While you sit there, taking in every single one of their words, the flood hits all at once. Like a dam breaking, like drowning in something too big to hold. Tears spill before you can stop them, hot and unrelenting. A searing pain lances through your temples, a brutal counterpoint to the rush of images and emotions. 

Lena's eyes, burning with an intensity that made you feel seen to your very core, yet holding a quiet understanding that calmed your deepest fears. Kara's smile, a radiant warmth that chased away any shadow, filling you with a sense of pure joy. 

The memories slam into you, a chaotic whirlwind, each one a sharp, vivid shard of a life you had no idea you've lost. 

Passionate nights, breathless laughter, the feeling of Lena's arms wrapped tightly around you in the dark, her hands on the dimples of your back. The wedding, the apartment, Kara loving you loudly in the night, her hands on the dimples of your back.

Your heart pounds against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the chaos in your mind. You gasp, your breath hitching, the air thick and heavy in your lungs. 

Lex's face, his voice, the chilling realization of the manipulation. The truth, the lies, the tangled mess of it all.

Lena moves before she can even process it, her touch impossibly gentle as she wipes the tears away. Alex sucks in a breath. Kara’s eyes darken, burning a hole into the back of Lena’s head. But you—

You’re stuck. Trapped in the avalanche of knowing.

This reality. The old one. You and Lena. You and Kara. The servers. Lex. The choices you made—the ones taken from you.

Your old life.

This life.

Which one is real? Which one is realest?

“Babe, are you okay?” Kara kneels in front of you, worried when she sees your eyes widening back into focus.

Lena is right next to her, mirroring the same worry, but you can’t think about that right now. You can’t think about any of that. Not yet.

“I know how to win.” You swallow back the flood of memories, the words you want to say, the feelings clawing at your throat. “I know how we can defeat Lex.”

You hesitate and everyone stops still, looking at you with intense concern and screaming urgency.

“What?” Kara reaches for your hand, her voice a tangled mess of emotions. “How?”

“Lena’s old encrypted channels. Do we have access to them?” You push to your feet, ignoring the way the two women kneeling at your feet flinch at your abruptness. You can’t focus on that. If you stop now, if you let yourself feel all of it, you won’t move at all. You won't win.

“Yes, but we can’t override his servers with them,” Brainy says.

“Because you’re doing it wrong.” You snap your fingers, already moving. “Lena, remember Non Nocere?” You don’t wait for her to respond. “You needed Myriad, or it wouldn’t work. That’s what’s missing.”

“Myriad?” Someone asks. It doesn’t matter who.

“No, memories.” You spin toward Alex. “People need to remember. Small things. They need to be brought back—” Your gaze locks onto her. “Do you remember Kelly?”

There’s a flicker of recognition at the name, but Alex’s eyes are still empty.

“You're engaged. She calls you love, she is a trauma psychologist. You two are going to adopt. A little girl named…”

“Esmé.” The word leaves Alex’s lips, and for a split second, her entire expression softens. The cold detachment cracks, and something like wonder flickers across her face.

You smile, turning next.

“Brainy! You remember Nia? Her superhero name is Dreamer, and you two have been together for months. She told you she loved you while watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows—which was super anticlimactic, but for some reason, you loved it.”

“Nia Nal.” Brainy’s voice is quiet, but certain.

Your smile widens.

“We need to make people remember. As many as we can. Once they disconnect from Lex’s neural programming, it’ll weaken it. Then we use Lena’s channel to override it.”

Silence stretches around you. Everyone is staring. Wide-eyed. Mouths slightly open.

“What are you all waiting for?” You exhale sharply. “We don’t have much time. If he realizes what’s happening, he’ll use the failsafes. We need to talk to as many people as we can and help them remember.” Your gaze snaps to Kara. “Find J’onn. Make Superman remember. We’ll need them.”

As the others scatter, Lena lingers. Her eyes meet yours, something unspoken crackling between you. You nod at her, then she’s gone, swift and purposeful. Simple as that.

Everyone has already left, but Kara’s hand finds yours, holding you back. “What about me?” Her voice is quieter now. “You didn’t say anything to help me remember.”

You blink at her. The answer is simple. Too simple.

“Because you don’t need it, do you?”

Kara’s breath shudders. Her eyes shine, dangerously close to tears.

“You had your memories all along.”

“I— I can explain.”

“Not now. We’re running out of time. We can talk when this is over. When we win.”

You win. The idea works. Once you have enough people disconnecting from the tangled neural connecting server, Brainy can override it and then—

The city erupts in a cacophony of confused shouts and relieved cries. Memories flood back, faces lighting up with recognition and dawning horror. The disorientation is palpable—a collective awakening from a nightmare. Lex's carefully constructed reality crumbles, revealing the raw, unvarnished truth beneath.

Superheroes, with their memories restored, move with purpose. Superman, Supergirl, the Martians, Dreamer, and the others converge on Lex’s heavily fortified command center. The battle is swift, decisive—a reclamation of truth. Stripped of his control, Lex falls, his reign of manipulation undone.

People spill into the streets, clinging to loved ones, piecing together the fragments of stolen time. The weight of what was done to them lingers, heavy and suffocating, but beneath it—relief. A breath, shaky but real.

And yet, as the world awakens, you stand frozen in the middle of your apartment. No—Kara’s apartment. Hers all along, yours only for borrowed time.

The soft whoosh pulls you from your thoughts. Kara lands with practiced ease, her suit vanishing in a blur of motion, replaced by the familiar comfort of her real clothes. She steps closer, hesitant, her fingers twitching at her sides before finally reaching for your hand.

“It’s over,” she murmurs, voice fragile as glass. “He’s gone.”

You don’t look at her. Your gaze is locked on a picture stuck to the fridge, its edges curling slightly with time. You and Kara, arms slung around each other, smiles so wide they’ve forced your eyes shut. A captured moment of happiness—from your honeymoon. From a wedding that never truly happened.

"It’s over," you echo, but the words taste different in your mouth.

You turn back to her, and for the first time, you really look. The relief in her face is painted with something heavier—fear, hope, something desperate and pleading. Like this is the fight she is most scared of.

“Did you have them all along?” Your voice is quiet, but the weight of the question settles between you like an unspoken truth. You don’t need to clarify; Kara knows exactly what you mean. “Did you have them there?”

She follows your gaze to the picture, shoulders tensing before they drop in surrender. “No,” she whispers. “No. I—I remembered everything when Lena came in for the first time with the datapad.”

The breath leaves your lungs in a slow, aching burn. “You knew it was a lie and you still wanted to keep it,” you realize, the words unraveling faster now. “You didn’t want to work with her. You didn’t—” A sharp inhale. The truth clicks into place with a sickening finality. “You didn’t want me around her because you knew it was true. You knew I’d remember.”

Kara swallows hard. “I didn’t have you in the original reality.” Her voice wavers, thick with emotion. “And then—Rao, baby, how could I just let you go when you were so right for me?”

Your chest tightens, an unbearable pressure curling around your ribs. “The memories—they were fabricated, Kara.”

“But not the feelings. The feelings are real.” She steps closer, the unguarded vulnerability in her eyes something you’ve seen so many times before. “I love you. I’d marry you right now. For the first time, the second time, it doesn’t matter. I'd marry you in a heartbeat. I love you in any reality.”

Her voice cracks on the last words, and it hurts, seeing her like this—open and afraid and so, so genuine. Tears gather along her lashes, threatening to spill. “I know I was wrong, I know, but I—I didn’t want to lose you.”

Your throat tightens, a raw ache settling deep in your chest, and for a moment, you can’t breathe. And then, softly—unforgivingly— 

“I wasn’t yours to lose.”

Kara flinches like the words have struck her, her breath hitching, her hands trembling at her sides. And then she shakes her head, a silent plea spilling from her lips before she can stop it.

“No, no, please. Y/N, please.” Her voice cracks, her fingers reaching for you like she could hold you here, tether you to the reality she’s so desperate to keep. “What we lived was real too.”

You exhale, slow and measured, and step closer. Not to bridge the distance, not to pull her into the embrace she is so clearly aching for, but to lift a hand—gentle—and brush away the tears slipping down her cheeks. The touch is careful, lingering, but there’s no promise in it. No reassurance.

"Tell me, Kara," you murmur, voice quiet but firm, "should love be about holding on tightly, or about letting go and trusting that the other person will choose you?"

Her breath stutters, and for the first time, the fight drains from her expression, leaving only bare, unguarded heartbreak in its wake. The silence stretches between you, heavy, trembling on the edge of something irreparable.

You swallow against the ache in your throat and lift a hand to cup her face, your thumb ghosting over the tear-streaked skin of her cheek. She leans into the touch instinctively, eyes fluttering shut like she could will this moment into something softer, something salvageable.

"I'm sorry, honey." Your voice is gentle, but there’s no room for hesitation. "I know you love me. I know."

You press a kiss to her jaw, slow and aching, your lips trailing just enough to feel the way her breath shudders against you.

"But you’ve prioritized your own happiness over my autonomy," you whisper, the words landing between you like a quiet devastation. "And even though I know you, even though I love you—" Your voice falters, but only for a moment. "I can't move past that."

Kara’s lips part, her hands twitch like she wants to hold onto you, but she doesn't. Maybe she knows this is the moment she should let go.

You lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss—soft, lingering, final.

And then you step back.

"Bye, babe."

You knock on her door, and it’s barely a beat before it swings open. Lena stands before you, backlit by the soft glow of her always-pristine penthouse, the hum of music spilling into the threshold. You recognize the song instantly, and it makes you smile—of course, of course she’s playing this one.

“Lena.”

Her name leaves your lips like a prayer, reverent and yours. And the way her eyes shine when she hears it—like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered—nearly knocks the breath from your lungs.

“May I have this dance?”

Lena doesn’t hesitate. She yanks you inside with startling strength, the door forgotten, the world outside ceasing to exist. Your bodies collide—flesh against flesh, heat against heat. Her hands slide down your back with a certainty that makes your knees weak, fingers finding the dimples of your lower spine and pressing firmly, like she owns them. Like she missed them.

“You’re back.” Her voice is thick, weighted with too much—relief, disbelief, something heartbreakingly close to devotion. You don’t even need to look into her eyes to feel it spilling over, raw and overwhelming.

“I sure am, darling.”

And then your lips crash into hers.

Lena exhales a shuddering breath against your mouth, but you don’t let her pull away, don’t let her second-guess this for even a second. Your fingers thread through the silky strands of her hair, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss, to claim it. She tastes like wine and something sweeter, something hers, something you could drown in if you let yourself.

Her hands clutch at you, roaming desperately like she’s afraid you might disappear if she doesn’t hold on tightly enough. And you let her, let her have you, because God, there's no such thing as real reality, but there is such a thing as real person. And she is the realest.

The kiss turns greedy, all tongue and teeth and need, a battle of desperation and relief. Lena makes a sound, something caught between a sigh and a whimper, and it nearly undoes you.

She presses forward until your back meets the doorframe, your bodies flush, no space left between you. You can feel her heartbeat against your ribs, hammering just as wildly as yours, and it fuels something deep and unrelenting inside you. She doesn't just kiss you—she devours you, pouring everything she couldn’t say into the way her lips mold against yours, into the way her hands roam, relearning every inch of you.

When she finally pulls back, just enough to breathe, you chase her lips not ready to let go yet. Her eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and dark with something unmistakable, something that's always been yours.

“You taste like coming home.”

Lena smiles, a slow, confident curve of her lips. “That’s why I always knew you’d come back to me.”

And then you kiss her again, because you can, because she lets you, because nothing else in the world matters anymore, and because this—this is what winning feels like.

[wjforever]

LBFAD. Episode 1. Part 1

Well, I want to talk about each episode separately while I'm rewatching the series.

As I said, I initially didn't have high expectations, but there was a certain interest. So I started watching this drama with curiosity.

The beginning intrigued me. An interesting epic legend from the first seconds beautiful views further. This is what attracted me back when I saw it on Tumblr.

Yes, it may seem too much to someone. But this is a heavenly world. It seems to me that often, on the contrary, movies lack this fabulousness. Heaven doesn't feel like heaven. But here everything looks really immortal, huh. I like it, really.

But then I felt a little disappointment. Me, a person unfamiliar with this genre at all, suddenly began to be bombarded with a bunch of some names, characters, stories, legends. There are so many characters, and each one is introduced one by one. I always have a hard time delving into a story, this is my eternal problem, and when there are so many difficult names at once… But I, knowing this peculiarity of mine, honestly tried to understand what was going on. What are these books of fate and what is this Arbiter Hall. At least it remained beautiful.

Surely the translation to get me messed up here as well. Many names and terms are simply not translated and because of this, the whole or part of the meaning is lost. I will write about this later.

By the way, it was unclear to me why books constantly need to be repaired, can't they be of better quality, and is the tree enough for all creatures? Haha. But these are trifles, of course.

So, beauty alone was not enough for me, so I quickly got bored. The heroine, although I was ready for her personality, seemed to me boring and too sweet and naive. But it wasn't her character or voice that made me tired, like some others. I was really mentally ready for her, lol. I was tired of the long introduction on behalf of Xiao Lanhua, and the appearance of a colorless, boring and slightly arrogant ideal ChangHeng and the same flat Emperor didn't make the situation better. Although the views were still beautiful and pleasing to the eye)

I also didn't like Orchid's friends-plants. Later I realized why they have neither personality nor charisma. That was the goal, they were just a brief part in the series, but I didn't know about it yet, ha ha) When I watched it again, it didn't feel the same.

As for the Master, I confess honestly, initially I expected something else from her. I thought that, judging by the description of XLH and her behavior, she would turn out to be evil towards Lanhua, a kind of stepmother. She drinks, pours wine on the orchid, smirks maliciously. Well, what else can you expect? But in the future, she surprised me.

Dongfang Qingcang at first appears quite briefly. And his white eyeliner and white hair only made me smirk. Truly, in the drama everyone has a pretty hard makeup and this doesn't bother me. But being incarcerated in full readiness, dude, I like you already. But I continued to wait obediently.

However, instead of more about our bad guy, we got the good one again. Xiao Lanhua goes to ChangHeng. Behaves stupidly, the scene seems comical, but rather banal. Although I was amused that ChangHeng didn't help her out and didn't even try, the damn hero lol. When I watched this again, his reaction, of course, was better understood. At first he's shocked to see her. Then he thinks that she is just a fan of his exploits like everyone else, and later worries if she remembers too much.

Both ChangHeng and Xiao Lanhua with their enthusiasm are a little too much. Her innocent eyes seemed too affected. He seemed distant, arrogant, and not so smart for the good guy. After her phrase, "you saved me" and his answer "so what", even I was confused. Poor Orchid, haha. This man is so...

In general, I wasn't impressed by their first meeting. Although I smiled a little. It wasn't annoying because it's a fairy tale after all, but it was boring. This word runs a red line through the entire first episode. Boring.

As for the spiritual stone I didn't understand anything about its significance, because I didn't know what value such things have in this universe. But her reaction to the request to throw it out is of course so stupid and naive. "Throw it away", "Oh he gave it to me"))

By the way, the scene before that was very beautiful, when Xiao Lanhua among the petals of flowers. One of the few reasons why the first episode wasn't a complete failure for me. But at the same time, this terrible "smoking" magical transparent plastic around ChangHeng's head and body quickly sobered me, lol. Even though it seems kind of beautiful, it looks cheap and impractical as for military protection.

After this XLH signs up for the exam. And though this moment, of course, showed her character, it wasn't impressed at all. Banality. I'm such a poor little downtrodden girl who's been bullied for 500 years, but I'm showing you my teeth.

One more scene with plant friends didn't contribute in any way to the development of the plot or the dynamism of the first episode. We got a few chats with friends and admiration for ChangHeng, some bullying scenes. As Dongfang said much later, ChangHeng again, can you talk about something other than him? For 40 minutes, this is not enough to draw attention to the series, which has only 36 episodes. I really started to be afraid that it would be a drag, where they would sit in two scenery. Thank God it turned out to be completely wrong.

By the way, after the second conversation with friends, I was wondering where they got the money/stones from, and whether they could leave the house, because they seem to be aware of a lot. Or do they know this only from the words of XLH?

Some action begins only at the very end. Xiao Lanhua find out that ChangHeng's fate has changed for some reason and he is in danger. I wondered if Lanhua always feels that someone's fate has changed and whether she should keep track of it. Why should she know about it at all, if oversees of fate can't and shouldn't influence anything. And do destinies change so rarely that she doesn't get a signal all the time? But the reasons for the change in the fate of ChangHeng, as well as other issues, were not explained until the end of the series. I have some theory, though, you can read it here.

Part 2

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Dream I had that feel like I shifted pt.1/?

Disclaimer: I know little to nothing about shifting, I never tried to shift before and I don't think I will try it in the near future but sometimes I have such vivid dreams about something and somehow when I tell my friend about it they are like "dude that sounds like shifting the hell?!" So, this morning I had another of those dream and thought why not making a serie where I share those moments? And here I am.

ATTENTION PLEASE THIS CONTAINS A SPOILER OF SEASON THREE OF CHICAGO FIRE SO IF YOU ARE WATCHING THE SHOW AND YOU HAVEN'T WATCH SEASON 3 PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS ONE BUT COME BACK WHEN YOU WATCHED IT IF YOU WANT. REALLY DON'T READ THIS ONE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED IF YOU SPOIL YOURSELF SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU READ THIS IT ISN'T MY FAULT I WILL NOT TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT SO BE CAREFUL.

If you don't care and want to spoil yourself the 3x01 of the show do it but again don't come at me with "why did you spoiled me this?" because as I stated before IT IS NOT MY FAULT but yours entirly, now let's get into the dream/shifting moment

Episode 1: Big Brother Kelly Severide

I was minding my business in front of the Fire Station 51 waiting for Kelly, the man needed some sense slapped into him and today was that day. No one was able to bring him back to reality since Shay's death so Herman and the rest of the fire house came to me for some help.

I checked the time hoping the end of Kelly's shift was coming soon enought for me to have the time to talk to him and then go carry on with my original plan, when a car sprints to me almost hitting me. My fisrt reaction? Shock, what the fuck was happening? Who on earth would hit me out of the blue? Then when I saw Hermann getting of the car I wished nothing but to scream at him.

-I know, I'm sorry. Hop on we have to go.- he tells me and looking inside the car I see there is no space for me. -Oh come on, is not like the police is gonna stop me. Get in.-

-Herman you called it. If the police stops us you need to give me 100$ or let me drink for free for an entire month.- he rolls his eyes and agrees to the little bet. Once in the car I greet Cindy and the kids and then we drive off of somewhere anonimous to me.

During the whole drive I get lost looking outside the window, noticing a very amazing but unfamiliar scenery. The tall trees and all that greenary getting all my attention until we stop and Hermann basically screams at us to get off.

-Cindy one of this days he is gonna loose his voice and we all can be blassed.-she laughes and follows the direction her husband just gave us, and so I did as well.

The firefighter points at an entrance telling me to go in first and once I'm in I see Boden playing chess or something of that sort, I can't really tell since other firefighters are hiding my visual to their game.

-Hello guys.-I say getting the men attention and when the Chief of the 51 sees me his eyes sparkle and his smile is so big that I thought I never saw him smiling that much.

-Oh my God, what are you doing here?- he asked me after giving me a bone cracking hug.

-You know, I was walking by and decided to pay you a visit.- I joked making averyone in the room laughing a little bit. Me and Boden strated talking about nothing in particular to be honest, just some small talks that's it, until Hermann came as well and told me to go and talk with Kelly, who was in the room next door.

-Listen talk to him about everything but keep Shay out the conversation. I just did and it was horrible.- I salute him responding with a mocking "got it sir".

Entering the room I see the man I consider my big brother being someone I never saw before since I meet him, he looks kinda pathetic but I understand he just lost his best friend. I make him notice I'm there as well and when he turns around his face is picturing something completely different from what I imagined but something inside me knew the reason why he was doing that: keep me away from comforting him.

-Why are you here?-he asked confused but happy or so I hope to see me

-I think you are deaf I just explained this to Boden.- I started joking. -I was just passing by- I repeated and he laughed as well what a nice occurance after the incident. -Now what were you doing here all alone?-

-You know same old things. Ehy look what I found?.- he shows me a cassette and I know is a video he and Shay made when they went to live together. My first thought was to tell him to avoid to see it now but honestly? Now was better than later.

-Show me.- I say, he grabs my hand and makes me take a seat on the couch while he inserts the cassette and then gets under the blanket next to me. -Ehy, before you press play I have something to tell you. I hope you know Shay wouldn't like how you are dealing with it, am I right?- he just nodds and press play.

Watching that tape with him was funny and a little bit healing for the man and I'm happy for him. He nedded that and I think me being with him during this process was what he nedded as well.

-I know, about you said before. You are right but I don't know if I can do this alone.-

-You have Casey, your man and everyone at 51. You also have me to relay on so don't worry, you are not alone.-