#“promise you won't get scared” PLEASEEEE :(((((((((

[dieno-tsuki]

SCARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR HUEHUEHUEHUEUHUHEE:(((((((

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this is the cutest fucking thinggg i'm gonna weeeppp - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY IM GOING TO SOB THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ the sibling love. the teddy bears in bed. im going to rip my heart out and give it to them (and you) they deserve everything in the world

[ducklover-24]

Cheeto....Puff

"Stiles, pleaseeee."

"No, I already said no. Stop asking."

I frown as I run after him to stop him from going inside the house, "Come on baby, it wouldn't be that bad. I swear I'll take care of her, you won't even have to do a single thing other than live with her."

He sighs and reaches for the door knob but I jump in front of him before he can open the door, "It's really not that bad of an idea and you know it."

He shakes his head and tries to push me to the side, "Sweetheart, we've talked about this. Besides, you're already a cat, why do you need one?"

I scowl and cross my arms, "I am not a cat."

He nods, "Uh huh, my bad, you're a seagull, that's why you can pop out claws on command and your eyes get all green and glowy. Not to mention the wicked reflexes and flexibility you have."

I roll my eyes before scoffing, "As if you're complaining about the flexibility," he wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk as I continue, "and just because I have catlike abilities doesn't make me a legitimate cat. Just how Scott isn't a full blown dog slash wolf."

He chuckles, "Yeah sure, can I go inside now? I'm hungry."

I feel my heart skip a beat as I chew on lip, "Uh, yeah."

Before I can say anything he's already through the door on a straight path to the kitchen. I rush in after him almost forgetting to close the door, hoping to sidetrack him for a little longer. I slow down and glance into the living room and almost choke on my spit at how visible she is. As I get into the kitchen Stiles has already laid his gun and badge on the kitchen table making me roll my eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you to not leave those out in the open. What happens if a kid or something comes by and snatches it?"

He pauses in his sandwich making and looks at me, "Last time I checked we didn't have kids."

I open my mouth and then close it before scoffing, "Well, when we do it could be danger-."

"And when we have kids I'll stop leaving them in the open."

I huff out a sigh as I watch him finish making his sandwich which is now making me hungry. As I go to make my own sandwich I stop in my tracks as Stiles stops mid bite and looks over the counter into the living room, "Uh, Y/N, what is that?"

I follow his finger to see him pointing at the orange ball of fur chasing a ball across the floor. "Uhmmm, a speck of dust?" My voice squeaks a little bit at the end of my sentence.

He looks at me and then back to the orange ball darting around like a mad man before speaking, "Really? Because to me that looks awfully similar to a cat. A cat I specifically said no t-," he stops mid sentence when he looks back to the living room and his mouth drops, "WHAT IS THAT?!"

I clasp my hands together behind my back and rock back and forth on the balls of my feet, "Uhm, another speck of dust?"

He whips his head to the side to look at me with a deadpan look, "Wow, imagine that, an orange speck of dust and a black speck of dust that coincidentally, both look exactly like cats."

I give him a forced grin before finally breaking and grabbing onto his arms since he put his sandwich down, "Baby, I swear I wasn't planning on it. I was on my way home from work and they started following me. I swear I'm not lying they legitimately followed me to out front door, well to the bottom of the stairs cuz they're still kittens and can't climb up stairs yet, but if they could've, they would've followed me all the way to the front door. I wasn't originally gonna let them in until you got home, but then they started crying and they were so scared, and baby they were alone. So, I couldn't just leave them out there so I took them with me to PetSmart and got all the cat essentials and then came home and set it all up and I swear I'll take care of them. You won't have to lift a single finger for them I pinky promise."

Stiles stares at me with a mix between amusement and amazement of how I said that all in one breath, and a little bit of 'how in the actual fuck is this my life.' I watch for even a twitch of a smile from him, but nothing, not even a single muscle moved. My nervous smile slowly fades into a frown before I lick my bottom lip. I step back and nod my head slowly, "Okay, I'll find them a new home."

I watch in hope for him to tell me to stop and that we can keep them but he shows no sign of even moving. I nod again and turn around before heading to the living room to scoop up the furballs and my phone. Once I've got them in a secure grip I head upstairs to my office.

I sigh as I watch the kittens bat around my shoelaces, not a single clue in the world that they're about to be dumped off on some random ass person from Facebook. As if they can sense my sadness the climb up into my lap and give me the most pitiful meows known to mankind. My lip trembles before tears start to fall. I know it's silly, crying over getting rid of two kittens you've only known for like four hours but all my life I've dreamed of having a cat. Sure we had dogs growing up but the one animal my parents never let me have was a cat. They always told me that when I grew up and had a place of my own I could have my own cat, clearly they didn't know I'd marry a cat hater. After I got bit by Kate fucking Argent, and changed into some werecat creature, it started to make sense as to why my love for cats ran so deep.

I get pulled from my thoughts by my phone pinging, when I look at it there was a notification from some random women that said she'd love to have the kittens. I put my phone back on the ground before sniffing as more tears fall, "I'm sorry I can't keep you, but I promise I'll make sure she'll take good care of you."

They cuddle in closer to me and let out sad, pitiful meows, almost as if it's as heartbreaking for them as it is for me. I wipe the tears from my face before petting them, "I guess I'm never getting a cat, huh?"

"Yes you are."

I turn my head to the doorway to see Stiles leaning against the doorframe. I blush in embarrassment knowing he saw me cry over some random strays, "How long have you been there?"

He pushed off the doorframe and walked towards me, "Since you got what I assume is the message telling you someone wants them."

I sigh before nodding, "Yeah, someone wants them. Can't say I'm surprised. I'll give all the stuff I bought for them to the lady too if she wants it." I look back down at the kittens, who have fallen asleep curled together, and pet them again. "We'll have to keep them for tonight since it's late but I'll keep them locked in here so you don't have to deal with them."

When I look back at Stiles I can see the guilt and sadness in his eyes as he sits down next to me, "Sweetheart-."

I look away and wave him off, "No, I get it. You've made it clear during our six years of being together that you don't want cats." I sigh before saying, in a near whisper, but still loud enough for him to hear, "I promise I won't ask again."

He turns my head to face him before brushing away a stray tear, "You can keep them. As long as I don't have to scoop up their shit."

My eyes widen and I perk up, "You mean it? We can keep Cheeto and Puff?"

He snorts at the names before nodding, "Yeah baby, they're all yours."

I smile before moving the kittens slowly off my lap so I don't disturb them. Once I'm sure they're out of harms way I squeal and throw myself at Stiles, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is literally a dream come true! I love you so much handsome."

He chuckles and gives me a quick kiss, "You're welcome baby and I love you too , but can we change their names?"

I raise an eyebrow before shaking my head, "Hell no, they're so fitting for them. Our little Cheeto and Puff. Cheeto's a boy and Puff is a girl by the way so we'll have to get them fixed, especially since I think they're siblings. Ooo, I'll have to get them a cat tree and more toys so they can be entertained while I'm at work. And I gotta do research to find the best food for them. It's probably going to-," I pause my rant as I look at Stiles to see him staring at me with the same lovestruck look he's always given me, "What?"

He shakes his head with a smile, "Nothing, you're just perfect."

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A/N: I'm taking requests for any teen wolf character with any plot that you want. Let me know what you guys think of this one!

[enviedear]

can you pleaseeee do the reader’s first with billy??

i feel like that man would be a gentle giant 😞🩷

first time with billy bonney...

you asked so nicely i gave you a full fic <3 enjoy 2k words of first time cuteness with our favorite outlaw

tw— 18+ smut, minors dni, piv, unprotected sex, (do better irl) cumming inside

request

billy's charming in the way he helps you off his horse, eyes as bright as the stars above. you let yourself walk with him, hands interlocked and arms brushing together, as you escort him back to your small cabin.

up here, away from the fast-growing town, trees stand tall and animals call out—it's wild out here. so wild in fact, that no one in the gambling den batted an eye when the gunslinger offered to accompany you home. his citation of some recent bobcat attacks being enough to make his sinfully intended sentiment sound as if it were an honorable and gracious one.

of course, not that you gave it any mind. none at all. for as sure as the days are long, it's no question that you've fallen head first for the man on the run. in just a few weeks of his strolling into town, he's managed to endear himself so effortlessly to you.

you watch his slender fingers graze the doorknob of the wooden door, "i can find som'where else to stay tonight, darlin'. if you've changed your mind."

his voice is hushed and you furrow your brows at his admission, "why would i change my mind?" your resolve is unwavering as you look up at him, your stare wrought with permission.

he pushes the door open, letting you step inside first. for a second, you think he may back down, regret his decision at the den, and leave you here alone with only the idea of what could have been.

such thoughts are promptly absolved from your head when he wraps his strong, yet lean, arms around you. his chest becomes flush against you, and you note the prominent bulge pressing into your backside— how could you have ever thought of rejection? this is the furthest from it, this is obvious clearance, a promise.

"you look so pretty," billy whispers, cool breath hitting your shoulder, "i want you s'bad... just don't let me scare you."

another confused expression graces your face, "why would you scare me?"

the gunslinger breaths in your scent, nose brushing along the curve of your neck, "'cause i know how much i want you. m'crazy for you, sweetheart," he pauses to turn your head toward him, pointer finger at your chin, "just don't want to be too much and scare you away."

you ease into his touch, turning to face him, defenses down at his confession, "i won't run, billy. i like you too much."

your words seem to ignite the spark of passion within him as he pauses to let his eyes trail over your lips before finding your eyes again. the act is small but apparent enough that you feel comfortable enough to slide your hands up to his chest. his heartbeat thumps against your hands, rate accelerated.

with a shaky breath, you lean into him, lips brushing his. lingering, you feel as if you're on the edge of a cliff seconds away from jumping into the waters below. you feel him give the softest smile, bottom lip bumping into your own. the little sensation lights you aflame, and you have to fight back a moan when he finally presses his lips to yours.

his kiss is saccharine, loving, and careful. his hands keep you steady, at your hips, drawing you into him. you feel utterly lost in his being. the way he kisses you, slow and graceful, a welcome surprise. used to rowdy farmhands' awkward kisses and scorned by vicious schoolboys' unsolicited pecks, you've never had a kiss so sweet.

as his tongue tentatively brushes against your lips, you feel your body responding in a way you never thought possible. you feel animalistic, wanton and greedy. your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer as you part your lips and let him deepen the kiss. the taste of him is intoxicating, and you can't get enough.

with a sudden urgency, billy pulls you towards him and lifts you onto the nearby table. you gasp as he breaks away from the kiss to trail kisses along your jawline before nipping at your neck. your head falls back, exposing more of your neck to him, and you hear him groan in approval.

his hands roam your body, tracing the curve of your waist before sliding under your shirt to cup your breasts. you arch into him, craving the touch of his rough hands on your bare skin. your own hands find their way to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling with them before pulling it off his body and revealing his toned stomach. you run your hands across his chest, feeling the stiff muscles under your fingertips.

you break away from him momentarily to catch your breath, gazing into his eyes as he looks back at you with such intensity that you feel like he's seeing straight into your spirit, "i want you," he whispers, voice husky with desire, have the minute i laid eyes on you."

billy eases you back onto the table, lips grazing your own, the feel of his skin against your own sending shivers down your spine. as your fingers fumble with his belt, you're reminded of your lack of experience.

you pause to look into his eyes, silently asking him for reassurance, "s'okay, darlin', trust me." his lips press against yours, reassuring and gentle, "you're doing s'good already."

you can't help but grow warm at his words, the bravery and candor in his voice giving away your own effect over him, "i trust you." you whisper against his lips, pulling him impossibly closer.

he hums, kissing you again before sliding your dress shirt off your body. you feel his hands roam your waist, following the curve of your stomach to rest on the swell of your hips, holding you steady.

you take a moment to appreciate the sight of billy's bare chest—the way the moonlight filters through the windows, casting an ethereal hue on his body. you catch yourself wondering if you'll be so lucky to have him in your bed again, and you decide then and there that if he leaves, you won't let him go alone.

focusing back into the ardor of his embrace, the kiss as passionate as it was before, if not more. your tongues dance against each other, neither of you keeping a single thing to yourselves. billy's hands slide around to your hips, gripping at your skirt.

a shiver runs up your spine as he pulls you into him, feeling the weight of him press against your thigh. the heat from his body feels almost as strong as your desire for him, and you shudder from the contact, "i need—" you break away from him, hands fumbling at your own clothes, "i need you, billy…"

you pull your skirts up, revealing yourself to the dark-haired man before you. billy's eyes are trapped on your hips, lingering on your underwear as his hands slide up your hips and hook themselves around your bloomers, "never had a lady tell me what she wants," he murmurs, "s'direct."

his words drive you to press your hips into his, wanting him to know that you mean it, "please, i need you."

his lips find your neck, teeth nipping at your collarbone, "i need you, too, darlin'."

you close your eyes, hands finding their way to the button of his pants, "take them off."

you hear him chuckle and he slides down off the table, unlacing his belt as he steps out of his pants. you turn your head from him, flustered as you slide your undergarments off your hips and legs, kicking them to the side to fully expose yourself to him.

the gunslinger glides your back onto the table, eyes grazing over every curve and plane of your body as you lie before him, "you're so beautiful, darlin'."

you smile at his words, reaching your hands out for him as he lowers himself over you. your breaths seem to come faster, riddled with nerves.

you can feel his breath on your cheek, and you lean into him, "billy..." his lips kiss yours once, stopping you from saying anything further. you can feel his erection press against your thigh.

his hands find your hips and slowly slide you towards him, "just relax." he whispers as his eyes find yours.

you feel him press against you, and you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the pain. you suddenly feel a heat wave course through you, leaving a trail of nerve endings burning at his every touch. the gunslinger groans in approval and kisses your neck, seemingly urging you to relax more.

you feel him nip at your collarbone before slowly easing into you. you feel a light burning sensation, but it seems to be more from his movement than from his dick. his hips are gentle as he thrusts into you, his breath catching in his throat as you move your hips. the gunslinger's hands move to your waist, gripping at you as he pulls you into him.

the need for oxygen breaks your kiss, and billy's lips slide up to your ear, nipping at it as he thrusts into you with more force. you gasp, your back arching as he pulls you into him. you hear him groan in approval, "darlin', you're s'tight, and warm…you feel so good. i could stay inside of you forever."

you shudder at his words, unaccustomed to such vulgar remarks. your mind is filled with thoughts that no lady would ever think, but you find that you don't care. the pleasure billy brings you is more than enough to excuse what others might consider improper.

his lips find your neck again, leaving gentle kisses across your skin. you shiver as you feel him pant against your skin, "more, darlin', let me hear."

you nod your head, not at all sure what to expect. as billy's thrusts become harder, your nails dig into the tops of his arms, leaving light trails of red on his skin. he groans, "good girl."

your mind begins to cloud, your body becoming light with pleasure, "billy…"

as he moves within you, your body instinctively tenses and your breaths become labored. billy's hands grip your hips tightly, urging you to move with him as he thrusts deeper and harder. you can feel the tension building inside of you, a primal heat that intensifies with each movement.

"god, darlin', you're so close. i feel it." he whispers huskily in your ear, his words fueling your desire even more. your nails dig into his arms, leaving marks on his skin as you cling to him desperately.

finally, the wave crashes over you and pure ecstasy washes over your entire being. billy's own release follows closely behind yours, his muttered words blending into the symphony of pleasure that surrounds you both. as you lay there, spent and gasping for air, billy wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. his weight is a comforting pressure against your body as he remains inside of you for a few moments longer.

eventually, he pulls out and lies next to you on the table, allowing both of your bodies to relax and catch their breath. you turn towards him, gazing into his deep blue eyes that are filled with adoration and passion. this intimate moment between the two of you feels like an eternity as you bask in each other's presence. you turn and face him, smiling as you lean to kiss him.

you know you've never been so satisfied, and you can't help but feel happy for the choice you made. the gunslinger is kind enough to take you to your bed, snuggling into both you and your covers.

you lay in his arms, exhausted from your previous activity. billy looks down at you and smiles, "you did real good, sweetheart. i didn't scare you, did i?"

you shake your head, stupid grin on your face, "no, billy. you were perfect."

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[iheartchv]

HIEEE I love your works!!! Could I have a matchup with one of the cod men pleaseeee

M 5’4, brown skinned and have a slim frame with curves. I have dark brown eyes and black hair but have like hormonal acne occasionally which stresses me out a lot :(

I love music, animals and like the feel of lipgloss on my lips when it’s a cold day and my lips feel dry.

M very passionate about music and also the environment.

I have daddy issues and like I’m into older men like crazyyy.

I have a hard time trusting people, i come off nice and shy but I’m pretty closed off but m fun around people. I’m a very submissive person in general tho.

Plus I love love love bunnies and stars.

THANK UU AND SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK, I hope you have an awesome day :333

💬//Wait and sorry I’m writing this again I just wrote the thing about loving bunnies being passionate about music, loving lipgloss etc etc. but I saw the other posts and I saw they were so well described so m just gonna add that I’m an infp-t and my favourite characters are John price and Simon Riley, I cry easily but I make sure others don’t know cuz I’m really scared to get vulnerable. Im insecure about my acne when it comes but it goes too so it’s ok. And I really love sweets, like chocolates, pastries you name it

// thats alright, you're fine; you have an awesome day/evening too😊 if you dont agree with my matchup, remember its always up to YOU, its just for fun~

🤔 I match you with...

Alejandro Vargas 🇲🇽

I think Alejandro would fall for you

It'll be known if he's interested in you

He's a big flirt

So expect him to flirt with you

"Hey, beautiful"~

"You must be an an angel because no one looks as gorgeous as you do"🌹❤

But besides that he'll have smiles on his face and will laugh with you

He's also a romantic

Kisses on the back of your hand, sweet words of love whispered in your ear...

He loves it when you blush

He loves the soft color contrast to your skin

A nickname he might call you, amomg many others, is 'mi rosa'

I like think that Alejandro would have a bit of sweet tooth every now and then

He'll take you out to try many sweets and other street food in his hometown when off duty

He hates to see you cry

"You can always come to me"

"You don't have to worry about crying in front of me..."

He'll give you hugs and kisses on top of your head and your forehead

Maybe even some cuddles?💗

He won't let you go, even if you fall asleep in his arms

A soft smile would cross his face as he'd softly caress your cheek, wiping a tear away

He promised he'd protect you and be there for you

"Te amo, mi amor"❤

[purplehoodiesimon]

can we have more simon working through his micke trauma pleaseeee

i feel like very few people touch on his problems with his dad, everyone focuses more on wille and his mom <33

Absolutely, I love working through trauma fics. I've had this idea floating around in my head for a while now, hope you like it! 💜

Simon working through Micke trauma

It's lunchtime, one of the only breaks in their school day when they can just get away from it all. When they can avoid the stares and the whispers about the gay Crown Prince and his boyfriend. Of course they can't even get their gossip right—Wilhelm isn't even sure he is gay, isn't sure if there's a reason to think about it that deeply and weigh exactly how much he likes girls against how much he likes Simon (or other guys).

And in Wille's dorm room, they're safe from it all. They're safe and free and Simon is his safety and freedom but it's so much easier to exist with him when they're not constantly watched. (When the curtains are closed and the door is locked and they know for sure August is halfway across campus).

Here they can exist and bask in each other's presence, and sometimes even explore.

Wille has Simon on his lap, back against the wall, tongues lazily intertwined as fingers wander. There's no urgency in their movements, just a slow build up of warmth and love between them as they learn what makes each other tick. There wasn't much time for that in the Before—before the video, before the break up, before Wilhelm came out, before they got back together. And it's so exciting for Wille, getting his hands on Simon and taking notes on how to bring a flush to Simon's face and make him gasp like that.

His hands are on Simon's waist, and Wille starts to slide them up, up up up, over his chest and up to dance along his collarbones, intent on locking them behind Simon's neck to pull him closer. As his fingers reach the soft hollow of Simon's throat though, there's an almost instantaneous reaction from the boy in his lap.

Simon pulls away, breaking the kiss and shaking his head, fumbling to grab Wille's wrists and yank his hands away. "Nej, nej, nej, nej," he says, an instinctual franticness in the mumbled words. "Don't go near my throat."

"I—" Wille pulls his hands away from Simon's tight grip, holding them up and safely away from Simon's body. "Okay no throat."

Simon freezes for a second, seeming to process his actions after the fact, and pitches forward, mumbling sorry's against Wille's lips.

"It's okay, Simon." Wille grabs Simon's hands, tangling their fingers together. Whatever this is, it's okay. Wile gets it—sometimes there's things that don't feel good and there's nothing wrong with that. Simon sits back, a nervous energy humming around him. "Hey, it's okay. I won't touch your throat ever again if you don't want, okay?"

"Tack." Simon looks down, messing with Wille's fingers. He starts to speak, halting before the first word is out, huffing a frustrated sigh into the space between them. He tries again, "It's—I—"

"You don't have to tell me," Wille gently says, rubbing his thumb across Simon's hand. Soft, soothing, a reminder that they're safe. Simon's safe, it's okay. "I don't need to know why."

"I want to tell you though," Simon mutters, and Wille's heart clenches at the look of open trust in his eyes. "It's just hard to explain. It sounds ridiculous."

"Whatever it is, I'm listening. And Simon, I promise it's not ridiculous."

Simon stares at him for a second longer before nodding, refocusing his gaze on Wille's hands as he starts to speak again. "When—fuck, okay. When I was like 6? Or 7? There was this one time when, um, when Micke was drunk. Like really drunk. And he and Sara got into an argument and I was really scared watching them yell at each other and he didn't actually touch her but he started to grab at her throat. And um, Mamá says I didn't let anyone touch me for a week after. And I think it's just subconsciously stuck with me because I don't even remember it now. But yea I'm—I'm not okay with any sort of pressure on my throat. I tried to wear a choker once when I was 12 and threw up."

"Hey." Wille reaches up, brushing a curl back from Simon's eyes and leaning in to press a small kiss to his cheek. "It's okay. Shit happens, you end up with boundaries about stuff that other people might not have, I get it. It's not ridiculous at all."

"I—" Simon hesitates. Wille presses another kiss to his cheek and he nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of Simon's lips. "Okay. Tack, Wille."

"Can I try something?" Wille asks, an idea flickering through his mind. "I want to move my hands around and find where I can touch, is that okay?" Simon nods, taking a deep breath as Wille untangles their fingers and settles his palms on Simon's chest again. "Here is okay?"

"Yea," Simon says, his smile growing as Wille nods and studiously moves his fingers up an inch. "There is okay too."

"Here?" He asks, his fingers brushing Simon's collarbones. Simon nods, switching to shaking his head as Wille's fingers move in closer. Wille repositions them, capturing Simon's lips in a small kiss—an 'I hear you' kiss—before continuing.

Wille works his way up, running his fingers along the lines of Simon's boundaries, learning exactly where it's not okay to touch and committing it to memory. He ends with his fingers linked behind Simon's neck, wrists resting carefully on the juncture where the soft skin meets the hard line of Simon's shoulders.

"This okay?" he asks, and Simon nods, a giggle on his lips as Wille grins and finally pulls him in.

Send me a number with the list type and I'll write a little drabble for it!

[jaysevhls]

Here, With You | Kelly Severide

Summary: You're a firefighter at Firehouse 51. You are a member of Truck 81. At the call you got injured with Kelly, your fiance.

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader.

Warnings: Injures, accident.

Author's note: It's pretty long one?? Requests are open.

Firehouse 51. The most loving, caring and knowing firehouse in Chicago you can say. Working here was the best part of your life, including your relationship with lieutenant Kelly. Those years you have been working there were just amazing as you can tell.

Day started as usual, no calls, most of the squad and truck, hanging out in the break room. The atmosphere was clear, fortunately there were no dramas that day.

You made your walk through the kitches, it was your day at cooking, which you loved. Everyone in 51 knew your hobby and passion, that's why Herrmann decided to give you a part time job at Molly's. There was something about this place, the whole idea, people CPD, CFD and Med were there almost every night, trying their favorite drinks, your food and just spending time with colleagues, closest friends and loves.

That's where you and Kelly made a step in your friendship. You met 7 years ago, when you started working at 51 as paramedic. It was only a temporary, since you knew that your dream job is being a firefighter. Your childhood was mostly based on making a fake fire, smoke, because you loved when you could help your mom or any member from your family when it was a fire in the house, not real of course. And the day came. After 1 year being in Ambo 61 with your best friend, Gabby, it was your time to shine. You joined the academy with her, which only made things better for you and your friendship. You graduated and since then, you're an official member of Truck 81. You loved your job.

Kelly was always around you. Since he and Gabby lost Leslie, he felt like he need to make a promise. He promised himself that no matter what, he will always protect you. Since he first saw you, the look in your eyes wes telling him that you need someone by your side. And that's when it all started. At the beginning it was simple. He cared about you a lot, he always asked you after a call if everything is alright, if you need anything, which made you feel loved. You missed that feeling.

One night at Molly's things went too far you can say. It was a day before your birthday, so you wanted to have fun. A lot of fun. You invited all your colleagues and of course Kelly. For couple of days at this time he was so nervous, acting weird around you, so you thought he need some relax and fun. It was a good time occasion.

"Hey, you want another?" Herrmann asked you. To be honest, it was a very difficult job to make you drunk, so you ordered next one. And next. And couple more.

"I think you had enough Y/N" Kelly took the beer from your hand, laughing at your actions.

"No, no, no Kelly. Definitely no. You need to have more, you need to have fun, pleaseeee! It's like the first time in year when we actually can drink more, because there's no work tomorrow" you took it back and drink almost half of it.

"Ok. But you're not getting drunk here alone. Let's go to my place, I have your favorite wine and beer." as he finished, you were already in his arms. His hand on your waist, making your way through the exit. You really wanted to go there by your own, but it was too much.

"See, I could go alone Kelly. You don't need to check on me when we're not in work." you smirked.

"That's the point my love. I'll care about you till the end of world and one day after." you look at him confused. Did he just called you his love? Or was it just your imagination witch damage after too many beers.

"And who had too much alcohol tonight Kelly?" he didn't respond.

The ride was wild you can say. He decided to take a longer way, because he wanted you to feel a little bit better, to wipe that alcohol out of your system. You sang your favorite songs, which made him laugh. He loved your voice, even drunk.

That night was memorable. He kissed you out of the blow, but you enjoyed it. You wanted that for so long. The priority was to remember about that night, even half of it and you did it. Couple of more nights like this, dates, drinks at Molly's.

And there you are. Engaged to your best friend. Your soulmate, a better half.

"Y/N? Can we speak in private?" he asked. You just finished cooking when you saw Kelly, walking to you with something in his hand.

"What have I done this time?" you laughed, joining him in his office.

"Why didn't you tell me about the meeting with my father? Are you out of your mind?" so that was the problem. You looked at him and sighed.

"I didn't mean to- I wanted to tell you, but it was already too late. He asked me to meet him few days ago and I thought that will be the best opportunity to invite him to our wedding. It's your dad Kelly"

"And why now he is trying to reach me by the mails, calls and even letters? I told you that I'll speak to him in right time!" that conversation went definitely too far you felt.

"Enough Kelly! I just wanted to do something good, to invite your damn father to see his son at the end of the aisle, because it's a one time thing and you're making me feel guilty about this? You know I didn't mean to hurt you, but you-"

"Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambo 61, Battalion 25 the old-" you didn't need to listen the rest. You went out of his office and made your way to the Truck.

After few minutes, all of the members of 51 were on the scene. It was a big fire at the old factory.

"Y/L/N, Borrelli, with me" Casey yelled. You masked up before you went in. You know that it was to difficult to handle that fire with only one firehouse, so when you heard Boden voice, calling for backup, you sighed in relief. Now, the only thing you needed to focus at, was to get as many people as you can and walk them out of this place.

You took 2 womens with you, it wasn't that bad you thought. When you came back, the smoke was dark and you couldn't see anything. You made few steps in the right.

"Fire department, call out!" you yelled. Casey was right behind you, saying that he's going to the left. Before, you heard few screams, that's why you decided to go back in there and find those people. They still could be alive.

"H-help!" you heard. You made your way to a women, who was trapped. She had a really bad head injury. You knew it was her final call.

"Hey, you're gonna be okay. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere!" you told her and kneeled in front of her. You took her hand and she looked at you. Then she closed her eyes.

Checking her pulse, you felt a sharp pain at your shoulder. You hit yourself when you were standing up.

Your vision get blurred more than it already was. You took your mask off to see if there's anyone else, or Casey, to reach his help. It was your biggest mistake. Unfortunately, your mask fell out of your hands and broke.

"Mayday, Mayday! I need some help in block C! My mask is destroyed, I'm out of my oxygen." you coughed.

Kelly was already outside, looking out for you. When he heard your voice, his heart just broke.

"Chief, I'll go!" he yelled. He didn't even wait for a response, he just stormed out to that building.

He was looking out for you for almost 3 minutes, which was a long way, when you are dealing with fire, smoke and no oxygen. When he found you, he thought it was too late. You were laying, coughing, in pretty bad shape.

"Hey! Y/N! Come on, we need to get out of here!"

"I- I can't Kelly, I- My leg, is trapped." he looked down at your body, searching for an injuries. You were right, your leg was trapped and he knew that he'll need more help.

"Breath baby, just keep breathing, everything is going to be alright" he kneeled at your side and gave you his mask.

"What a funny story" you coughed. "I just said those words to a woman and she died" you cried. The pain was awful, you felt this sharp pain at your shoulder, your chest was getting heavier and the leg wasn't helping. The only thing what was keeping you alive was the water, streaming on your side.

"You're not dying, you hear me? Don't you dare die on me" he was trying to pull you out, but when he realised that he can't do it, he immediately called for backup.

"What is that?" you asked. Something was making noises and you couldn't focus on what is causing it.

"Oh god no. No, no, no! My oxygen is out, shit!" he yelled. "Chief, where is the backup, my oxygen is out, we don't have much time!"

"Kelly, hey, look at me." you whispered. He was so scared, like never.

"We're gonna be fine, just please breath" he cried. You took his hand and kissed it. He lied down, to get closer to water. Now, you were face to face.

"I love you Kelly. They were right about "Till the death do us apart", they were so right"

"Shut up Y/N, we didn't even get a chance to say those words yet." he nervously laughed. "You're gonna be fine and you'll say it to me in the church, in this beautiful white dress, you hear me? They're coming and they'll find us."

You were out of you breath, laying there unconscious, Kelly was holding your hand with eyes closed.

"Y/N? Hey, Y/N?" he immediately stood up and check out your pulse. There was no pulse. "No, no, no, c'mon Y/N, you can't leave me!" he was yelling.

"Y/L/N! Severide! Call out!" it was Casey. They found you.

"In here, we need get her out of here, she's not breathing" Casey took you by your legs and Severide by hands. They were almost running with you in their arms. Brett and Dawson were ready to take you from them.

"Start compressions." Gabby said. He felt like his whole world was falling apart. Casey was holding him by his arm, to make sure he won't fall. "Okay, we got the pulse, we're going to Med. Severide?" Brett asked.

"Yeah, I'm going with you." he wiped off his face from tears. You needed to be alright.

•

It's been almost 5 hours since they brought you to Med. Whole 51 was sitting in waiting room with Kelly to help him get through this time and to get news about you.

"Any family member of Y/N Y/L/N?" the nurse asked.

"I'm her fiance" he answered.

"Doctor Will Halstead is waiting for you" he followed her into break room. He was so scared to hear news about you.

"Hey, Kelly. I'm so sorry about what happened, are you okay?" he hugged him.

"Hey, yeah. I'm good. They give ne oxygen, took my blood for some tests, everything is good, my lungs are clear. How's Y/N, please tell me she's okay?"

"She's stable. She had a surgery for her open break in the leg, but everything is okay now. We're giving her oxygen and for now, we're keeping her in coma."

"But- but she wasn't breathing for couple of minutes, is there any chance that it caused something?"

"It's hard to say Kelly. We need to wait till she wakes up" he gave him a weak smile. "You can go and see her, I'll tell your team about her condition."

There you were. Laying in bed, unconscious, but alive. You were so strong, Kelly knew that. You showed him this so many times, but today it was something different. He almost lost you and it almost killed him.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. This shouldn't have happened to you. I love you baby and I'll always be by your side." he cried in his hands.

"I know you will" this whispered make his heart stop.

"You're awake, baby. I love you so much, this argument shouldn't have happened, it's all my fault"

"Shhh, can you? Can you just lay here with me? he stood up and layed by her side. Just the two of them, reunited. Full of love.