#you consume my thoughts ; i’m not sure that i’m in yours at all | molly x cory

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Called to Duty 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, abandonment, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Summary: You struggle to move on from the biggest mistake of your life but find it hard to forget among the whispers of a small town.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Another shift. Another new ache. It's not just your feet or hips anymore. There's a tugging in the back of your neck that tweaks each time you turn tour head a bit to far left. 

You lean on the counter. You don't care about Daye's warnings. She can stand on the hard floor while pregnant and see how she feels after a single hour. They haven't even bothered to get a standing mat. 

A few customers pass through. The usual stunted small talk passes between you, the intentional avoidance of the obvious. They'll stare at your stomach but they surely won't mention it. 

Funny, you saw a bunch of old ladies fawning over Molly, swollen with her fifth? Maybe sixth? You don't know how she keeps track. It stings a little to see them treat her like some saint while you've been tainted by the very same condition. 

You sigh and try not to think of it as you sort the novelty keychains by colour. They'll be messed up again by your next shift but it keeps your mind busy. Lately, you found your thoughts run off into the void never to be seen again. It's frustrating but a little bit scary too. 

A box lands on the counter and slides toward you as it's tossed carelessly beside the till. You grab it before it can slip over the edge and nearly recoil as you recognise the brand. You set the large box of condoms straight as a rolling chuckle greets you from the other side. 

You look up as Thor smirks and reaches into his back pocket, "having a party." 

You stare at him then scan the box. You don't say a word as your face sears. He takes out his wallet and searches lazily. 

"Wouldn't want any mistakes," he taunts as he looks through the slots. "Hm, credit." 

You hit the button and gesture bluntly to the machine. He taps without a second thought. You're riled by the sight of him so easily spending his money. Money he should be using for the child in your belly. The fact that he gets to keep living his life without a single consequence has you almost shaking. 

You tear off his receipt and nearly slam it on the box, shoving it towards him. The door rings with the arrival of another customer. You don't greet them as you're trapped in a tunnel. Your rage is centered on that big blond doofus. 

"Ah," he leans over and puts his elbows on the counter, a smug curve in his lips, "jealous, are we?" 

You don't acknowledge his taunt as you go back to pick at the keyrings. 

"Well, I've never fucked a pregnant woman," he muses, "wouldn't need these, would we?" He chortles as he taps the box with his knuckle, "how about one last go? For old times' sake. You get a break--" 

"Disgusting," a growl undercuts Thor's gross proposition. 

You flinch and look up. Sy stands with his arms crossed over his burly chest as he scoffs. Thor tilts his head and pushes himself straight. He face the other man with a cluck. 

"There you are, buddy," Thor booms, "I heard you've been sniffing around my leftovers." 

"Don't call her that," Sy sneers. "What're you doin' bugging her?" 

"I should ask you the same," Thor postures at the other man, a good few inches taller yet it hardly seems to matter. "You like sloppy seconds? Guess you're used to taking whatever you can get after all those field rations, huh?" 

"Don't," Sy grits as tension ripple in the air. 

Their voice carry through the sleep pharmacy and you notice how the white coats behind the far counter shift to see. Oh no. 

"Hey, guys, it's fine, let's not--" 

"Don't what?" Thor pokes Sy's shoulder. The other man drops his arms straight and balls his fists. "She's a slut. Look at her. She begged me to fill her up--" 

"I'm warning you," Sy snarls. 

"Look, I don't even know if it was me who did that. The way she was dancing up on everyone," Thor snickers, "you don't really think it's an immaculate conception or something." 

"I'm telling ya to leave and to leave her alone," Sy steps closer, undetered by the difference in height. He's just as thick, if not a little thicker, than his foe.  

Thor looks at you over his shoulder and makes a face, "you really fucking this mad dog--" 

Sy tackles Thor before he can finish his sentence. The wraps his arms around him as he charges and they hit the counter with a startling slam. You cry out and back up, the keychains scattering at the force of their impact. 

Thor and Sy latch onto each other and roll against the counter, shifting the till as the condoms teeter on the edge. Mints rain down onto the tile as they grunt and grapple.  

Thor pushes off and holds Sy at arm's length. The latter hurls a fist into the former's cheek and gets one on the jaw in return. They dodge and punch, latching back into each other as they collide with the rack of greeting cards. 

"Enough!" Daye shrieks as she runs up the center aisle, "I've called the police so you both better stop!" 

The men ignore her as you watch in horror. Fuck, fuck, fuck.  

You come around the counter, shaking as you approach the men feuding like vicious cats. You dodge away as you're nearly bowled over in their chaos and hold your stomach. Daye continues to yowl helplessly. 

"Sy, Sy, please, stop! Thor! Sy! Syverson!" You holler, "Saul!" 

His birth name catches him off guard and he stops. Thor lands a crunch blow in his nose but is quickly warded off with a forearm. Syverson keeps him at bay as he covers his nose and snorts. 

"Hey!" Daye bats them with a broom, "enough! Enough!" 

Thor detaches, shoving the other man one last time, and spits blood towards your feet. 

"You two," she huffs as he pulls the hanging tie from his hair, "deserve each other. Couple of fucking strays." 

He grabs the broom from day and flings it, stomping over the mess and out the door as he mutters about his family. You frown and look down at the trampled cards and mints. Daye sniffs and shakes her head as she frames her hips. 

"I think it goes without me saying," she snips, "you're fired and sir," she turns to Sy, "you better leave before the sheriff gets here. Oh, and don't come back.” 

You look up from the ruin at Sy and he gives a fluttery blink, “I’m sorry--” 

“Go, please,” you croak as you move your hand to your lower back. 

“I didn’t--” 

“Go,” you snap and turn your attention to your manager, “Daye, please, I didn’t do this.” 

“She’s telling the truth, was all me,” Sy backs up. 

“I’m not hearing it. None of it,” Daye spits, “you’ve been nothing but trouble since you got here. And you, sir, should be ashamed.” She spins and marches off, “if you don’t clean that up before you go, I will have the sheriff charge you with destruction of property.” 

[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Since it's an off-week for YCDHN, here's a preview of Chapter Seven featuring Fjord and Beau!

It was hours later, after Fjord had become consumed with Camella’s ledgers and maps, that a courtesy knock on the door to the captain’s quarters heralded Beau’s arrival with a plate of dried sausage and sliced oranges and a look of deeper annoyance than usual etched across her face.

“I’d have brought you something from the mansion, but it vanishes the second you try to take it with you.” She laid the plate at the edge of the desk and then crossed her arms expectantly.

Fjord lifted a brow. “Did I do something wrong?”

She shrugged. “I mean, you kinda became captain and ghosted us a little.”

That couldn’t be the truth… Could it? He squinted at Beau, hunting for any kind of a tell and came up empty, so he dared to throw caution to the wind and call what might be a bluff. “Nah. I don’t think that’s it.” He leaned back in the captain’s chair and it creaked audibly, destroying his illusion of swagger and confidence. “You know what all this is about.”

“Making sure they don’t mutiny five seconds after electing you captain ‘cause they suddenly realized they made a mistake in a stressful moment?” Another shrug. “Sure. You don’t have to kiss their asses and ignore us to do it, though.”

Fjord leaned forward in the chair again, folding his arms on the desk and then suddenly becoming keenly aware of the fact that he just leaned right against fresh ink from his paperwork. It was sinking into his bracers and staining his sleeves and he simply brushed past it as if it wasn’t happening. Just commit to it. “I can’t look like I’m playin’ favorites, Beau.”

“You can’t look like you’re goin’ mad with power either. I’m not gonna say ‘oh you’re making some shit choices lately’ ‘cause we’ve all had moments like that, and so far your last one’s worked out, but isolation doesn’t help for future shit choices that might not work out. You need someone to pull you back.”

“That would be the quartermaster’s job.” He almost moved his arms to check his notes, realized what would happen if he did, and doubled down by leaning forwards just a bit more. “You want it?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I saw Camella’s running around all the time before he got ganked. Sounds like it might interfere with my barrel making.”

Fjord jumped upon the little detail, half out of curiosity and half to keep her from talking about him, like she might, well, barrel over his thoughts to get to the meat of the issue. “Yeah, what is with that? That’s not usually a job people are gunnin’ for.”

“It’s so stupid.” She collapsed into the extra chair in front of the desk. “When I was a kid and nobody could keep up with me, my dad would make me make barrels for the wine. It ended up being really soothing. Kinda like therapy for a shitkicker kid who couldn’t just sit still and wear dresses. He had, like, these really specific kind of barrels that were just for Lionett wine.” She paused. “And then when I got really good at making them- like absolutely fucking amazing at it- I could fill that shit up with grape juice and siphon the good stuff into shitty barrels and sell it on the sly.”

Fjord slowly blinked several times. “And you’re the one who pulls people back from the edge?”

She snatched a handful of the rock candy that was sitting in a conch-shell bowl at the edge of Camella’s deck (well- it was his desk now, he supposed). “Shitty is relative. If we wanted a moral guardian for all our shady calls, we’d have Caduceus on our asses all the time.”

Fjord did have Caduceus on his ass, albeit subtler since the Abundant Terrace. And then, of course, there was Molly who was half a hypocrite and the other half a self-righteous asshole to a degree that Caduceus could never compete with. What he needed, in this moment, was a middle ground. “So you wanna make barrels?”

Beau tossed a piece of candy into her mouth. “Helps me meditate.”

“All right. How about this- First Mate.”

“Wouldn’t that rank higher than the quartermaster?” She shifted the candy into her cheek so she could talk around it.

“Not exactly. A first mate would be more of a captain’s assistant on a ship like this, someone to keep me in check and keep tabs on the temperature of the crew. You can’t make barrels all the time.”

She considered that. The idea of being able to integrate herself among the crew and keep tabs would probably appeal to her and he really and truly wanted someone to fill that space, someone who would be discreet. Beau being unfriendly to the average person meant that most wouldn’t take her for a spy. Honey and vinegar and all that. “Okay, fair. I can do that.”

“That still leaves me short a quartermaster. None of the crew want it, so I’d need someone in the Nein to step up. Someone who’s got leadership qualities, who’s responsible…”

“Caleb?” Fjord made a face and Beau relented. “Yeah, he would laugh in your face if you asked him. What about Jester?”

“Jester? She’s not-“ He shut his mouth before he could say anything that Beau might punt him off the ship, mutiny be damned, for. “I don’t know if that’s a role for Jester.”

“But did you never consider asking her because you don’t think she’s qualified or because you’re avoiding her?” His cheeks started to burn. “Yeah, see? That right there? That’s suspicious face. What’s going on with you two?”

Nothing. Because I’m avoiding it until I can be sure I won’t break her heart again. He ducked his head so that he cough against his chest without lifting his hands. “That’s, uh… That’s not what we’re talkin’ about, Beau. There’s gotta be someone-“

A shadow darkened the light of the half-cracked door and Fjord heard a familiar, soft contralto voice singing just under her breath as she passed.

”I’d wait my turn on the broke stair Get me the girl with the gold hair.”

Fuck. Fuck. Now there was an idea. Forgetting his ink-stained arms, he leapt to his feet and darted for the door before Cree could slip away. Beau watched him go without getting up, yelling at him as he fled.

“Talk to Jester, man!”

“Don’t eat all my candy! Or my dinner.”

[saralayne]

Missing Moments 🩵🩷

Chapter 1 ~ Tell Me What Your Feeling

6x15 - Molly’s Scene

After Casey confronted his feelings, A true realization slapped Kelly in the face. Casey was truly trying to help his best friend, he along with everyone at 51 could see how he truly felt about Stella Kidd. It was painfully obvious how she had changed him since she arrived on the scene at 51 a couple years ago. The Kelly they all knew before was different. Sure, they are great friends and that was true but Kelly denying how he was really feeling was only hurting him. After he defied direct orders from Boden and busted his way into that house, all to save Stella. No care in the world about consequences. Casey could not understand why he kept masking his feelings. As they walked through Med, he bluntly said to the squad lieutenant.

“That feeling, that connection, won’t go away. Just because you don’t want it to be there”

Those words had Kelly’s thoughts spinning around in his head. Casey was right, although he was wrong about one thing. Kelly did want those feelings, that connection...with Stella.

As Stella was not only his friend but also his roommate. He knew she was at Molly’s the next morning. He didn’t want to wait, he needed to talk to her. He thought he could invite her for lunch and go from there. He wasn’t expecting Stella, who had enough to force him to express his feelings right then and there.

“For once, can you just tell me what your feeling”

Kelly froze. There was no turning back now. Stella had called him out. It was now or never. Fear paralyzed him. Running away from this would almost certainly ruin any chance he has with Stella. No more denial. Time for those walls to come down.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes Kelly, I’m tired of doing this dance. I feel like we are constantly taking one step forward and then two steps back. It’s too hard. I can’t handle that with you anymore”

Kelly inched closer.

“Stella. Communicating my feelings isn’t easy for me. Truth is. I have had feelings for you for a while now. When you were trapped in that house, it destroyed me. All I knew is I needed to get to you, protect you, save you. I Love You, Stella Kidd”

Stella was wide eyed, could not believe what she was hearing. Where did this Kelly come from? Stella was smirking while staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Stella...What...You're staring...Can you say something?”

“Well...Not much to say. Except I LOVE YOU MORE, KELLY SEVERIDE”

Chapter 2 ~ I’m So Glad Your Back

7x02 - Hospital Scene

Stella had just woken up from her emergency surgery. Doctors were originally determined to remove her lung but due to Kelly fighting like hell, a risky surgery was done to save her lung. She was going to be ok. She was going to be able to continue with a career she loved. While giving Stella post op care, April informed her on what had transpired since she ran out of oxygen. Obviously, Stella was unconscious, fighting for her life and was in the dark on everything that had happened. As April got to the part of Kelly fighting so hard for her, even so much as him getting kicked out by security. Stella was consumed with emotions. They had been dating for just under a year but they had been orbiting each other for two years before. They were best friends and roommates. Still, Stella couldn’t believe what he had sacrificed to save not only her life, but also her career. Kelly knew what being a firefighter meant to her but for him to make it a mission to be her advocate meant the world to her. God, she loved this man. April was just about to leave the room.

“April, Is Kelly still here?

“Stella, come on. Do you really think he would be anywhere else? NO ONE was able to get him to leave. It literally took two huge security guards to get him to go outside. He’s just sitting right outside of your room. He really loves you Stella. I have known Kelly for a long time and I have never seen anyone have such a effect on him before you”

Stella, just waking up and still feeling drowsy, managed to show a wide smile. The thought of having someone love her like this for the first time in her life gave her literal chills.

“I want to see him”

“Of course, I will go get him”

“Kelly, she’s awake and wants to see you”

Kelly heavily sighed. After this exhausting day, the woman he loved was alive. He was overwhelmed just thinking of how he could have lost her. She was trying to save him. He walked over to her. All he could do was stare at her beautiful face, not saying a word. Stella was annoyed.

“STOPP”

Kelly smirked at her. Knelt down to bed level and took her hand in his.

“I’m so glad your back”

All of the emotions he had felt through the day had become unleashed. He buried his head against her chest. Kelly was crying.

“Kelly, It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m hearing the reason I am ok is because of you. I didn’t think you could be more amazing, but you proved me wrong. Thank you for being my hero.”

“Stella, I’m no hero. I just knew there was no way I could lose you. CFD and 51 needs you, You're an amazing firefighter. I’m so in love with you and there is no world for me without you” The tears Stella held in her eyes had now had started to roll down her cheeks. Stella inched herself to the other side of the bed.

“Kelly, will you do me a favor”

“Anything for you, my love”

“Come lay with me. I'm exhausted and feel groggy. I want to fall asleep with you beside me.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you”

“Kelly, the only thing that hurts right now is having you NOT next to me...Please”

Kelly didn’t even hesitate. He almost jumped into the open side of her hospital bed. He snuggled into her. Put his arms around her, tightly gripping her. His face smothered in her tangled, messy hair.

“I LOVE YOU STELLA KIDD. Close those beautiful eyes. I will be right here when you wake up” “I LOVE YOU, My beautiful man, My hero”

Both Stella and Kelly fell into a sound sleep snuggled next to one another.

Chapter 3 ~ You Did Good

10x17 - Loft Scene

After Stella returned home to the loft, she felt defeated. Rescuing Adriana seemed straight forward at first until it wasn’t. Stella had amazing instincts and knew there was more to this. The marks on Adriana’s neck were all too familiar. Suddenly, Stella soon realized she unfortunately had a lot in common with this young girl. Kelly and her 51 family knew the relationship she had was toxic and even dangerous. That memory of her now fiance having to step in between Grant and a knife to save Stella was a dark memory. As time passed, Grant was out of Stella’s life. Stella for her part had long moved on from her past. She was thriving. She was now truck lieutenant at 51, Had everyone at 51 who was her family and she was engaged to Kelly, the love of her life. Still, she never divulged on what she really went through with Grant in the past, not even to Kelly. It was a part of her that she wanted to forget. With Adriana, Stella had been triggered. Her past had come back into her memories. When Kelly questioned her knowing what was really going on with Adriana. It forced Stella to revisit what Grant had done to her all those years ago. In Kelly’s office, his fiance telling him that Grant would choke her probably on many occasions made Kelly seeth. What else had he done to her? Him, imagining anyone putting their hands on her destroyed him but they had a job to do. They needed to put this guy behind bars to protect Adriana. That needed to be the focus right now.

Later, once Stella had made sure Adriana was safe, Kelly and Stella were unwinding on the couch with a much needed drink.

“Stella, you did all you could do. You did good”

Kelly held her. Giving the comfort she definitely needed. He knew she had been deeply affected and had opened old wounds that had long been closed. Stella was sniffling.

“Kelly, I’m scared”

“Stella, babe. Why are you scared? It’s over. You are the reason why Adriana is safe tonight”

“I know. It’s been so long. I haven’t let myself think about Grant coming back and finding me. I know I can handle most things, but it really hit me. It terrifies me at the thought of him coming back. The thought of him trying to hurt me again, hurt us.”

“STELL, I want you to listen to me. Really listen. He will NEVER and I repeat NEVER get anywhere near you. He is DONE hurting you. What you went through, what he did to you breaks my heart and makes my blood boil. The fact you suffered alone and lived in fear. BUT now you are not alone. I will make it my life’s mission to make sure no one ever hurts you. I will always protect you, even when you don’t want me to. You're safe with me, and I will ALWAYS make you feel safe and loved. I LOVE YOU, STELLA KIDD”

“I LOVE YOU, KELLY SEVERIDE. Thank you for always being my perfect man”

Chapter 4 ~ Not How I’m Gonna Go

8x04 - Infection

When friends from 51, Intelligence Unit and Med all got together to go cheer on the Bears. No one could envision what would transpire. Having a man collapse as they were all enjoying tailgating fun. It became harrowing as days went by, many victims were under attack by ‘Flesh Eating Virus’. Not only was this incredibly rare but also deadly.

When 51 responded to a call at a research lab. It had become a hazmat situation. The fire was not routine, flames were green in color and that meant a dangerous chemical was most likely involved. 51 was ordered to completely scrub down and wash in a decontamination station after exiting the building. It was chaos.

Stella Kidd was fearless. She rarely felt uneasy on calls. She reacted and acted in any situation but this truly terrified her. After she had gotten through the decontamination station and was standing in front of all their equipment. Stella was approached by squad lieutenant, her boyfriend. He immediately could sense how uneasy she was feeling.

“Hey, I’m not worried”

“Well, I’m glad one of us isn’t terrified by this thing”

Stella quickly rebuffed his reassurance.

“That’s not how I’m gonna go”

“Alright, How are you gonna go?”

“Old man in bed. With our kids, grandkids and you surrounding me”

Kelly then got called away by Casey to talk to Boden and Voight, trying to get to the bottom of this scary situation.

Meanwhile, Stella was left absolutely shell shocked. Had Kelly just admitted that she was his forever?. Kelly Severide, renowned ladies man. She knew they really loved each other for a long time now. Since they had gotten back together, it had been pure bliss. She just never knew if he saw a long term future with her. She was not only calm now, she also had never felt happier.

Later, at home. Stella couldn’t stop thinking of his earlier words. Was it in the heat of the moment? She really needed to know, As they snuggled on the couch, winding down from the day...She nervously began.

“Hey Kelly, Can I ask you something?

“You can ask me anything, my love”

Stella happily sighed, but nervous about how this conversation could go.

“Did you mean what you said to me earlier?”

Stella began rambling, which she only did when she was anxious.

“I mean. I know it was a chaotic situation. I was feeling scared. Maybe, you were wanting to calm me. Which I love you for, maybe because I needed comfort, maybe...”

Kelly smiled and interjected. He knew she was spinning and would keep rambling. “STELLA, Stop. Hey relax. Your spinning”

Stella took a deep breath.

“YES, I meant every word. It was not the heat of the moment. I have loved you for a VERY long time. Even before our breakup, I knew what I wanted our future to be. After we got back together I felt so grateful. I didn’t lose you. YOU are the absolute love of my life. I think about our future all the time. I think about mini Stella and Kelly’s running around. I want us to get married, have babies and wake up next to you for the rest of my life. So YES, When I’m an old man and it’s my time to go. It’s GOING to be our kids, grandkids and you surrounding me” Stella now had tears streaming down her face. Thinking of a forever life with this man was all she ever wanted.

“Kelly, I LOVE YOU WITH EVERYTHING I GOT. I can’t wait to have everything with you. I too, am grateful for you, my beautiful man.

Chapter 5 ~ Never Gonna Leave You

10x01 - Missing Pier Scene

Kelly dropped to one knee in the middle of an inferno, had torn his mask off and asked the love of his life to marry him. It was a very unconventional place and time. It was not only dangerous but he never even had a ring. This was not the plan. The concern that consumed him for weeks was Stella expressing she never wanted to get married again. After Grant, she never wanted to be in a situation where she could never just leave. With that being said Kelly was not Grant in any way, shape or form. Stella was so in love with her boyfriend and most importantly was finally in a healthy, loving relationship. Still, Kelly was worried. Maybe, she wouldn’t ever want to marry him. In the middle of that call when Stella wouldn’t leave, she was going to be by Kelly’s side until they were safely out of the building. They were trapped and he questioned her for not going out with her company. Finally, her words were magic to Kelly. Everything he wanted to hear.

“No way. I’m never leaving you. Don’t you get that by now?”

That was it. The moment was now.

As a happily, engaged couple. Everything was perfect. Stella had passed her lieutenants exam. Although, She would have to leave 51. It didn’t matter. Kelly reassured her, no matter where she went, she would excel as a leader.

Then, Squad 3 was called to Navy Pier for a boat rescue.

Truck and Ambo were anxiously waiting on the pier. Everyone was worried. Stella was utterly terrified. None of squad was surfacing, their tanks were running out of air. They didn’t have much time. Stella was on her radio asking for confirmation, where she received no response. Stella couldn’t hold on anymore. She broke down. She looked at Brett.

“I can’t watch this anymore. I can’t watch his lifeless body come out of the water. I won’t have those memories. I’m going to go over to the other side of the pier”

Not able to think any positive thoughts, she had let her mind and heart go to the worst possible place.

How could this be happening? All her dreams were coming true with the love of her life. In minutes, it had been ripped away. She was living a absolute nightmare. Stella was sobbing as she walked away. Her 51 family knew she needed to take a beat and reluctantly let her walk away.

Meanwhile, Casey was out in the water and had helped Kelly pull Cruz to the surface. Kelly was exhausted, he couldn’t continue. Casey administered CPR to Cruz and after what seemed like an eternity, he coughed up some water. Everyone was ok.

By this time, Stella had walked away from the rigs. She was devastated and heartbroken, Rescue boats had brought squad back to the pier. Everyone was elated. Clapping and cheering. Cruz was rushed to a waiting ambo for treatment. Brett had attempted to get Kelly on the gurney wanting to make sure he was out of the woods. Kelly was extremely fatigued. He was nervously looking around in every direction. Where was Stella? Brett had seen his confusion. As she laid her hand on his shoulder.

“Kelly, she’s on the other side of the pier. We all thought the worst had happened. When she got no reply on the radio, she broke. She wasn’t going to watch you come out of the water any different than you went in”

Kelly’s heart shattered. The only thing that kept him going while under water was knowing he would do anything to get back to his fiance.

“I need to go find her”

He ran up the pier, searching for her. He saw a magical but also heartbreaking sight. Sunshine was glaring from the water and shining on her face. She was so beautiful as she was staring into the water but also he saw a vision of despair.

“Stella. Sweetheart. Turn around”

Stella heard his voice. Her eyes widened.

She saw him. Her fiance. Her love. He was alive.

“KELLY. OH MY GOSH. Yo-Your alive.”

Stella couldn’t get into his arms fast enough, wrapping her arms secretly around his neck. “Stella. I’m ok. I'm so sorry I put you through this, I really am. Truthfully, it was a close call. I didn’t think it was going to end well. The only thing that kept me going was YOU. I was determined to get back to you. To start this amazing next chapter. The thought of you, my beautiful fiance and being able to stare into those gorgeous brown eyes again was the one thing that kept me alive. You saved me”

“Kelly, I was terrified. The thought of losing you. Not being able to grow old with you, broke me. My heart literally was crumbling into a million pieces”

“Stella, I'M NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU”

Chapter 6 ~ Hey, You Ok?

8X09 - After Stella’s Accident

Stella and Kelly are happy. Life had been blissful for them. After Kelly had reluctantly agreed to leave 51 temporarily and assist OFI on their backlog of cases. He had made a deal with Grissom to save Herman’s position after a vengeful cop had threatened end his career. Kelly agreed to move over to OFI in return. Truth be told, Kelly had a knack for arson investigating. He couldn’t deny that professionally, he shared talents with his departed dad, Benny.

Stella was so proud of her boyfriend. She was going to miss seeing Kelly at 51 everyday but was so proud of the man he was, saving Herman’s career. Kelly of course, reassured her.

“Are you sure you’re OK going to OFI?

Her heart literally melted at his response

“As long as I get to come home to you. I’m OK, wherever I go”

“I’m without a doubt, the luckiest girl in the world”

Stella meant every word. She really was the luckiest girl to have such a wonderful man.

Stella was keeping busy, ridiculously busy. She had been taking on so much. Shifts at 51, teaching classes at the request of Boden, her nights working at Molly’s. Stella was exhausted. Kelly had definitely noticed she was burning the candle at both ends. She wouldn’t slow down to rest even at his suggestion. He was worried. Even went as far as to ask Casey to watch over her while they were on shift. She was taking on way too much. Kelly couldn’t be there on shift to watch her and he was seriously concerned.

Brett and Foster had seen how exhausted she was. As Stella left 51 to go and teach a class, she could barely formulate a complete sentence. Bluntly, they put their foot down. Stella needed sleep. Forcefully, so no argument could be made. They told her to go home and sleep. They made a call to the academy informing them Stella was under the weather and would not be available to teach her class. What seemed like only seconds later, as everyone was walking out of 51…’CRASH’. Stella had run through a stop sign and T boned another vehicle. 51 family desperately ran towards the scene. Stella was terrified that the mother and child in the other vehicle were seriously hurt. She made sure they received immediate medical attention from Brett and Foster. Stella assured everyone she was OK as blood was running down the side of her face. Stella and the victims from the other vehicle were taken to the hospital.

Casey looked over to the others

“I need to call Severide. He has been really worried about her. I need to let him know what has happened”

Kelly was knee deep in investigating a scene. His phone started vibrating in his pocket. As he pulled out his phone, seeing his best friends name across the screen.

“Hey Casey, I’m at a scene right now. Can I call you….?

Before he could finish

“SEVERIDE!”

Kelly had a sinking feeling

“There has been a incident. She’s OK. Stella has been in a car accident”

“WHAT! A car accident??”

Kelly was trembling

“Are you su…Sure she’s OK?”

“Severide. I promise she’s OK. She’s being taken to Med right now”

“I’M ON MY WAY”

Kelly floored his foot to the gas pedal. He just needed to see her. Being told she was OK wasn’t enough. He needed to see her.

Kelly ran through those hospital doors and there she was. She had her face buried in her hands. She really was OK.

“HEY…ARE YOU OK?”

“Yeah”

After finding out the other victims were ok. Stella was still beating herself up. Kelly just wanted to take her home.

“Stell. Babe. Come on, I’m taking you home”

Stella and Kelly still technically lived apart, even though this was only a formality as she basically spent every night at the loft.

After returning home

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed”

As Kelly tucked his girlfriend into bed. The emotions of the had gutted him.

“Stella, When I got that phone call, I was TERRIFIED”

“I know. I’m So Sorry”

“Stell….Look I’m really concerned. I have been worried for days now. I even asked Casey to look out for you. Babe, you are exhausted. You can’t keep doing this. You need to take a beat. I LOVE YOU. I never want to feel the way I felt today…EVER AGAIN. You’re such a bad ass but everyone has a breaking point. Please Stel…Please slow down”

“You’re right Kelly. Today was a big eye opener. I cannot keep this up. I’m gonna talk to Boden. I am gonna cut my hours at Molly’s a little and concentrate on 51. Give myself time to spend spare moments with my amazing boyfriend”

Stella fell right asleep. Not able to stay awake any longer. Kelly got called back to work. He knew Stella would be sleeping for a long while. Kelly gave his love a soft kiss to her forehead. As he walked out of his bedroom. Standing at the doorway. Kelly was so grateful his girl was OK. All he could think about was how he wanted his bed and bedroom to be THEIR bed and bedroom. The loft did not feel like home unless Stella was there and he knew, without a doubt…SHE WAS HIS FOREVER.

Chapter 7 ~ All I Think About Is You

6X23 - After Renee Kissed Kelly

After the trial, Kelly felt proud that his testimony was going to help fellow firefighters get justice. He was reluctant to help Renee, given their history. He knew Stella felt uneasy with her presence. Kelly bonding with her son was nothing more to him than his love for kids. Of course, he couldn’t avoid the fact he had thought they were going to have a baby together. Thankfully, Shay saw right past her lies and clued in her best friend. Obviously, it ended badly with her betrayal and lies.

Stella was not happy. She didn’t trust Renee. Her 51 family had informed Stella what had happened and ALL of them had the same sentiment, Renee was not to be trusted. This made Stella feel very uneasy, She was convinced Renee was using her son to reel Kelly in, knowing that was the smoking gun. Now, she trusted Kelly but they had only been dating for a few months. Stella didn’t want to show her insecurities and in turn ruin their relationship. She just had to have faith in her trust for him and believe everything would be OK. While secretly hoping after the trial she would be gone.

After the trial, Renee and Kelly were rejoicing in their victory. What happened next, blindsided Kelly...Renee kissed him. Passionately kissed him, like nothing had changed between them over the years. Kelly immediately pushed her away.

“RENEE...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

“Come on Kelly. You can’t deny our connection”

“Renee. Just STOP. I have a girlfriend and I LOVE HER. Actually, I have loved her even long before we got together, I will NEVER ruin the best thing that has ever happened to me”

Kelly was furious

“Renee. The trial is over. There is no need for us to ever speak again. I wish you and your son the very best but I never want you in my life again, I’m going to go see Stella because she is the only one I wanna kiss”

As he drove to Stella’s apartment, he was stressed about whether to tell her what happened. Kelly knew he loved Stella and if she somehow found out about what had happened, this could ruin his relationship. Kelly wasn’t going to take any chances, not where Stella was concerned. He had strong feelings for so long. They were finally together and he never wanted anything to ruin them.

Stella wasn’t home when he got to her apartment. So, he waited for her

Stella was frustrated. Kelly was supposed to pick her up but never showed. When she went by the loft. As she approached his bedroom, for just a split second, she had a sinking feeling. Immediately, Stella was riddled with guilt looking into Kelly’s bedroom for even letting those thoughts cloud her judgment. He would never hurt her like that. But since Renee had come back, Stella had felt nothing but insecure and even jealous which was not her at all. Stella headed home, She would talk to Kelly later. She was tired and wanted to chill out.

As Stella opened the door, there he was. Sitting on her bed.

“I thought you were gonna pick me up”

“You did?

“ No, I was waiting for you here”

“Did you win?

“Yeah. Case is over”

“And...Renee?”

“Stella. I need to tell you something”

“Alright”

“After the trial. After we won. Uhhh...Renee kissed me”

“Uh Huh”

“Stella, please look at me. I need you to know. I stopped it as fast as it happened. I told her it wasn’t going to happen, NEVER, I told her, I loved you and only you. I’m so sorry, truly sorry. You were right not to trust her and I’m so very sorry I never took your concerns serious”

“Please say something”

“I wanna be mad right now. Honestly, it hurts a little. BUT I’m just glad you were honest and talked to me about it. I trust you Kelly. I just never trusted her. I know you would never hurt me like that. It’s OK. We are OK.”

“Stella, Come here please”

Stella positioned herself between Kelly’s legs with her back buried in his chest. Kelly wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Stella, I need you to know that I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, Your the only person I want, more importantly the one I want to kiss”

“I just missed you”

“ALL I THINK ABOUT IS YOU”

Chapter 8 ~ Cause Of You

11X05 - Continuation Of Jeep Scene

It had been a long shift for both Stella and Kelly. Jenny, a teenage girl Stella had come across on a call, brought up memories for the married couple. Jenny had lost her dad to a drug overdose. She was in a lot of pain. Kelly was able to piece things together as she was impacted by the memorial wall. Kelly was convinced she had experienced a heavy loss. Jenny’s mom was at a loss on what to do. Jenny was hurting which brought on feelings of anger and bitterness.

For Stella, this registered. Thinking about her relationship with her mom. Mother and daughter relationships can be hard, especially through trauma.

For Kelly, this hit him HARD. Thinking of his rough relationship with his own dad, Benny. It was rocky, even in the best of times and definitely in the worst of times which was really bad. Kelly didn’t talk about his childhood much especially in regards to his relationship with Benny. Stella was now his wife and he didn’t think twice about opening up, even opening old wounds…TO HER. Stella was his safe space. Truth be told, Kelly is more open about his feelings since Stella came into his life. He began telling Stella about a night he and Benny came to blows resulting in Kelly spending the night in jail. Right after, he moved in with April. Stella felt nothing but love for her husband, everything he had been through and knowing what a amazing man he is.

“How did you turn out so damn good, Kelly Severide”

“Cause of you”

As they dropped Jenny off back to her Mom. Jenny and her Mom had embraced in a hug. As Stella looked over to her husband, who had a defeated look come across his face. Stella began rubbing the back of his neck. This was her signature comforting gesture for him. As Kelly drove them home, there was a wave of silence.

After returning to the loft, Stella grabbed beers for both of them. As they sat together on the couch

“Kelly, Are you OK?”

He turned, staring into his wife’s eyes

“I’m OK. This just brought up some old wounds and has me thinking about the future”

“Kelly, What do you mean?”

“Stella, When we are ready to have babies. I will NEVER be a Dad like Benny. I will always be there for you and our children. I will never turn my back on our kids. Even when they make mistakes. I will always show them love”

“Oh Kelly, I know you will. I have absolutely zero doubt that you will make the most wonderful Dad”

“Kelly? Have you been thinking of us having kids? It’s something we haven’t really talked much about recently”

“Stella, I’m ready whenever you are”

“I’m ready too”

Chapter 9 ~ I Knew You Could Do It

9X14 - Post Molly’s end scene

It was a night of celebrating at Molly’s. Stella had passed her lieutenants exam. It had been a slightly rocky road getting to this moment. Stella had some small doubts throughout the process. Everyone at 51 knew there was no doubt she would pass and become an amazing lieutenant. Everyone was so proud of her, especially Kelly. He was so damn proud of her. After Boden gave her the good news, she immediately jumped into her boyfriends arms.

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT”

As Stella moved through her 51 family. Who all were so excited for her and wanted to embrace her, offering congratulatory hugs. Kelly just looked on in pure admiration. He always thought he couldn’t possibly love her more but as he looked on, he realized he was wrong. Kelly knew without a doubt, Stella was his forever and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He had been going back and forth for days. Just knowing Stella had doubts about marriage after what she went through with Grant. In that moment at Molly’s, Kelly knew he was going to take the plunge and propose. When the time was right. Not in this moment. Tonight was about celebrating Stella and what she had accomplished. As she was making the rounds through everyone. Her smile was beaming. Kelly could watch her smile like this till the end of time. God, he loved her.

Much later. They returned to the loft. Kelly grabbed a couple celebratory beers from the fridge. As they sat on the couch.

“Stella Kidd. I am so proud of you. I’m also so sorry for being an idiot when I shut you out. For almost being the reason that you didn’t take the exam. I thought I was doing what was best for you. You were meant to be a lieutenant and you are going to be an absolutely amazing one too”

“Oh Kelly. It’s OK. I was upset but I do understand why you felt the need to step back. The reason I had doubts about taking it, is what gave me confidence I could do this was your support. Your ‘you got this Stella Kidd’. I’m always going to need that”

“I meant what I said. I’m never gonna let you get away again. Your always going to have my support and so many more ‘you got this Stella Kidd’s’”

“I Love You, Kelly Severide”

“I Love You More, Stella Kidd. You are the BEST thing that has ever happened to me”

“You saved me Kelly. Before I came to 51, I was just existing. You changed everything for me”

That’s when Kelly knew. There was absolutely no doubt. He was going to propose and SOON.

Chapter 10 ~ Is This Ever Gonna End?

Stella has nightmares. There is only one person to ease her frustrations.

A few weeks had passed since the harrowing call that left Stella fighting for her life. Shrapnel had been lodged into her abdomen which was successfully surgically removed and repaired. Physically, her recovery was going very well. She had healed as expected with no complications. Every scar tells a story and Stella’s story was telling a emotional tale. Stella was determined to start back on shift, being the bad ass she is. She was ready to lead her team again. After 3 weeks off, she was more than ready to get back to her normal routine. On the job she was spot on. Delegating, good decision making. Calls were going smoothly and she had the confidence as a lieutenant, as a leader.

During nights at home, was telling a different story. She was deeply struggling. Nightmares were consuming her nightly. She was able to fall asleep with no problem in her husband’s arms. Unfortunately, Stella would be jarred awake by terrors of that fateful day.

Tonight was just as the others and her frustration was seeping out. As she jolted awake, trying to catch her breath. She sat up in bed becoming aware of her surroundings.

“Hey. Honey. Your OK. Babe, your OK. Was just another bad dream. Your OK” As Kelly gently rubbed her chest.

“I’m so sick of this”

“Is this ever gonna end?”

Stella stood up from their bed and walked out of their bedroom. As she walked out, Kelly was consumed with emotion. Seeing his wife feeling so defeated was too much to take. All he wanted to do was switch places with her, take her pain away. He felt utterly helpless just as he felt while he watched the smoke filter out of that house with the love of his life stuck inside. He sat in bed for a few minutes, his mind was spinning, not knowing how he could help her. The worry he had for his wife was killing him. She hadn’t had a good night sleep in weeks. He was terrified this was going to effect her not only mentally but also on a call. In 6 months of marriage he had now almost lost her twice. He needed to find a way to help her. Since she had been back to work, every time 81 got a call without squad, he wanted to jump into the truck so he could watch over her. This was new territory. His wife, his Stella was always a rockstar. Seeing her so deflated and broken destroyed him. As he himself had been through many dark times on the job, knowing she definitely had some PTSD. As much as he knew it would be hard to hear her relive what she went through on that call. Stella needed to talk about it.

Kelly walked out to their living room and found her curled up on the edge of the couch. Her knees resting against her chin. Sniffling and was lost in her thoughts. Stella never even recognized when her husband sat down beside her.

“Stella. Babe. Look at me”

Stella, still lost in her thoughts with tears falling down her red, puffy cheeks.

“Stella. Honey. Please look at me”

Stella reluctantly finally lifting her head to face Kelly.

Kelly began to twirl her finger with the wedding band he had placed on that finger only months ago. The best day of their lives. He held her finger for her to see.

“Talk to me, Stel. We are a team, remember? Whatever you go through, I go through”

“Kelly, I’m not the strong, confident woman you fell in love with and married”

Kelly cupped his wife’s face with both hands.

“Stella. STOP. Are you kidding me? There is absolutely ZERO truth to that. ZERO. You are and will forever be that strong woman. Look at what you have been through in 6 months. The aftermath of our honeymoon at the cabin. You concentrated on me and my struggles, my guilt. You never processed that you could of been killed. You were fully invested in helping me. That’s the woman I fell in love with. Now, you need to let me be that person for you. The situation you were in, trying to save Pryma and keeping one of your own safe is nothing short of heroic. Pryma and Carver are alive because of YOU. This would break anyone, YES even me. What you went through and endured was horrific. Stella, you are human. You are still the most bad ass woman, now I may be bias but it’s the truth. You need to talk about what you went through….so start talking”

“Kelly. It’s the middle of the night and you also have shift tomorrow’”

“Stella. I don’t give a shit. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to sit with my wife and help her heal”

“OK. I have always gone into a call with no doubts. When I saw Pryma with that grenade through his leg. I froze. I was terrified. I remember mustering the courage to do my job. Trying to reassure him. When we successfully removed it. I felt so relieved and then I heard those beeps. I knew we were in trouble. All I could think was to protect Pryma and Carver. Covering them, knowing a explosion was coming. It all went dark after that. As soon as I saw you. All I felt was guilt. Having you have to find me like that and guilt that I brought in one of my own with me. I hated that you had to see me in that way. You looked terrified. I was in so much pain. I couldn’t catch my breath. My nightmares consist of me being thrown across that room and knowing the man I love more than anything in this world was going to find me. I shouldn’t of gone in. I shouldn’t of taken Carver in”

“Stella. You went in because that’s who you are. Remember, you telling me the same thing when I was all mixed up over Cavanaugh. You are a damn hero, my love. Yes, I was terrified when I found you. But you know what? I have also never been more proud of you. You are so selfless. Putting everyone else’s needs ahead of your own. You know what I kept thinking as you slept in that hospital bed?”

“What’s that”

“Just how selfless you are and ALWAYS putting everyone else ahead of yourself. Me, on many occasions. You, sweetheart are going to be the most amazing mom to our babies”

“Kelly, are you trying to make me cry again?”

“Maybe”

As they both started chuckling.

Stella felt a sense of relief. Talking about what she was feeling. Especially, to Kelly really was what she needed.

“Stella. I never want you to go through anything on your own. I have been so worried about you. It has gutted me, knowing you were taking all of this on your own. I love you more than anything in this universe. You are my whole world. Don’t EVER feel you are burdening me. Please babe, always talk to me”

“I’m so sorry Kelly. I should of talked to you. I promise. I will be open and honest with you. Even when it’s hard to talk about”

“Stel. Any nightmare you ever have. Any struggle you have. I am here ALWAYS. I will listen all night long for eternity. I am the luckiest guy in this world you chose me for life”

“Oh, so not just the luckiest guy in Chicago?”

“Hell no. Definitely THE WORLD”

As they both laughed. Thinking back.

“Kelly. I LOVE YOU more than anything and I’m the luckiest girl in this world. Which I believe I have said before”

“Oh and Kelly, by the way. You are going to be the most wonderful dad to our babies”

As they crawled back into bed. Stella felt a peaceful feeling. She was sure she was going to have a uninterrupted sleep in her husband’s arms. As they both kissed each other and their eyes closed. In the not so distant future, now taking over their thoughts was joy. Knowing they were ready for the next step.

Chapter 11 ~ A Team

11x01 - Aftermath of Campbell/Cabin Attack

Stella had reassured Kelly with his guilt over the cabin debacle. She had assured Kelly no matter what happens that she is with him every step of the way. Stella didn’t need a perfect honeymoon. All she needed was her husband. Every moment Stella has with her new husband is a honeymoon. Kelly collapsed into her arms, needing that comfort only Stella could provide him.

Kelly was having trouble moving past the cabin aftermath. He was able to move forward after dangerous situations and close calls on the job quite easily. It wasn’t just guilt, was also regret. He felt selfish for even getting involved with the food truck case in the first place. Obviously, there was no way to predict it would of led him to this point or he would of NEVER gotten involved. Kelly loved working on OFI cases, he loved investigating. Always wanting to make Chicago safer. Even with Stella’s support, he still felt that his actions and his need to bring Campbell down almost cost him not only his own life but also his one and only’s life. It was plaguing him. He wasn’t sleeping. On numerous occasions, Stella would find her husband laying on the couch in the middle of the night. He seemed to sleep only when he was away from her.

Stella was hopeful with time, it would get better. It didn’t. She knew she needed to talk to Kelly. After they had finished dinner and sat down on the couch. Stella began talking.

“Kelly. Babe. I need you to talk to me”

Kelly softly replied to his wife

“About what?”

“Kelly, you haven’t moved past what happened with the food truck case and Campbell. That night at the cabin is still gutting you. Your not sleeping in our bed with me. It is breaking my heart. I want to wake up next to my husband every morning. Are you just never going to sleep beside me again?”

As Kelly looked at tears running down Stella’s cheek. Tears were pooling in those bright, blue eyes. Eyes that were always full of life, had now become dim.

“Stella. Sweetheart. I am so sorry. Please don’t cry. There is nothing I want more than to wake up next to you, my wife, every morning. I just feel so selfish. I look at you, and I see someone who is the most beautiful woman in the world. Who I love with my whole heart. But then I think of how my actions and my quest to bringing down Campbell literally almost took everything that matters to me”

“Kelly. I’m here. Right here. I’m OK. I know what happened that night was terrifying but I’m right here. We need to move forward. We need to start enjoying our marriage. Remember, our past baggage and our love for each other led us to becoming Mr and Mrs Severide. Even with the doubts we had. But we fought for our love and now I get to call you my husband. Don’t let him win. Don’t let Campbell take away our love. Don’t let him take away what we have, our marriage. He may of taken that night at the cabin away from us. But let’s not give him the satisfaction of stopping us from celebrating our marriage. You and you alone is what keeps my heart beating. You make me the happiest woman in the world”

That’s all Kelly needed to hear. All those feelings of guilt and regret evaporated.

“You know. You always ask me how I always know the right thing to say. You, Stella Severide also always know the right thing to say”

“Kelly. Can you PLEASE come with me and sleep in our bed again, together?”

“My pleasure”

Chapter 12 ~ Luckiest Man In Chicago

10x12 - Following Gala/Terrace Scene

After the gala. Stella was absolutely elated as Kelly had surprised her with a beautiful engagement ring on a cold but breathtaking terrace. Stella never even saw it coming. Since coming back from her GOF tour, things with her fiancé were tense. Stella had even wondered if she was going to be forgiven. She had deeply hurt Kelly. Ghosting, was the worst decision she had ever made. Her, being the reason for his hurt devastated Stella. They had spent many nights talking and working on moving forward. Kelly had long forgiven her but Stella still didn’t feel confident they were totally OK. He was still keeping her at arms length. She deserved that. Stella had nothing but regret. Her thoughts continuously consumed of wishing she could go back and do things differently. Even with her doubts, she should of communicated. Always harping on Kelly for not communicating and now she had done the same thing to him. She felt like a hypocrite. So, when her gave her a engagement ring that night. It meant everything to her. He had really forgiven her. He truly loved her and even if she didn’t feel deserving, he truly wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

After helping Pelham getting his name cleared. Kelly was so proud of her. That in itself was basically all thanks to Stella and her never giving up. Sure, at first she was skeptical of him when she first returned. But she warmed up to him seeing what a great leader he is. Knowing no one was ever there to fight for him didn’t sit well with Stella. Him being railroaded like this was not right and he deserved to be a CFD lieutenant. 51, her family was lucky to have him. Stella knew she would be moving houses to lead another team. Pelham was the right man to lead 81.

Stella, not wanting to rock the boat but still wanting to know when the moment came for Kelly to give her a ring and move forward.

Returning from the gala. Stella and Kelly were laying in bed, holding onto each other.

“Kelly. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, my love”

“What made you decide to give me a ring? After…ummm…how I hurt you?”

“First, Stella stop punishing yourself. Sure, I was hurt but you have more than made up for it. Like I said, no one is perfect. Not even, Stella Kidd. We are moving forward and I love you. No more of this guilt. Second, it was that call I went on earlier in the day. The husband was more willing to lose his finger than have his wedding ring cut. His ring was a symbol oh him being the luckiest man in Chicago for years. I realized in that very moment. I felt exactly the same way. Being with you has made me, the luckiest man in Chicago. Envisioning 40 years down the road and knowing I will still be the happiest man, married to you, the love of my life. I knew in that moment. I wanted you to have a ring to symbolize just how in love with you, I am. Spending the rest of our lives together is going to make me the happiest man in Chicago, hell the world”

“Oh, Kelly. I am the luckiest woman in the world. Thank you for not only forgiving me but also being the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I cannot wait to marry you, becoming your wife”

Chapter 13 ~ Didn’t Have The Right Girl

8x01 - Following Stellaride Date

Kelly was so thankful he was able to patch things up with Stella after their breakup. Truth be told, he was absolutely miserable without her. He understood why she broke up with him. Even with being right about Tyler’s intentions. Kelly had been shutting Stella out since his dad passed away. Kelly had so many scars when it came to Benny Severide but losing him broke him into a million pieces. The last conversation they had, of course had ended in a fight. He went to Benny for guidance and for once in his life just wanted support from his dad. Then he was gone…

Everything seemed to go downhill after Benny’s funeral. Even at his best, Kelly had trouble communicating and conveying his feelings…During dark times there was none. Stella tried everyday to be there for him. But each day that passed he was pushing her away even more so than the day before. At the end Stella was hanging onto her relationship for dear life. She was in love with him, he was her person but she also was never going to be in a one sided relationship ever again. For Kelly, he knew he was on the verge of losing Stella. One day on shift, during a cigar chat with Casey telling his best friend, he knew he was wrecking things but couldn’t stop being swayed down this current. Eventually, his fears became a reality. Stella was at the end of her rope. She had no solution to salvaging their relationship for her own well being and not repeating her past. She ended things. The hardest thing she had ever done as she loved Kelly more than anything.

At first it was awkward and tense but eventually they returned to being friends and co workers. Stella was able to move forward as best as she could. She still and probably would always love Kelly but life moves on. Kelly, for his part existed. Still excelling as Squad lieutenant and even starting to assist in arson investigations with OFI something he had a knack for. Now that life had moved forward, he would socialize at Molly’s even when Stella was working. Kelly secretly had another agenda. He just wanted to be near her. He missed her. There was no other women which old Kelly there definitely would of been, but he had no interest. He only wanted Stella. After Stella helped him on a OFI case and trying to bring down a woman Benny had chased for years. Stella connected with the husband about what she went through with Grant, and how he deserved so much more which lead to the capture of this woman after so many years. Kelly had a mix of wanting to be a better man for her and a feeling of being so damn proud of her. When Stella knocked on the door at Benny’s cabin that was now Kelly’s. He laid it all out on the table

“You deserve a better man than me. So, I decided. I decided I’m gonna be the man you deserve” Stella practically leaped into his arms and a night of passion ensued. Kelly was back together with the love of his life and he was never gonna let her go again.

Kelly took her out on a romantic date. Stella was surprised. This wasn’t the Kelly she knew. But he wanted to show her just what she meant to him. As she expressed how everyone viewed him as a non romantic man.

“Well, maybe I didn’t have the right girl to be romantic with”

Later, at the loft. Cuddling on the couch watching a movie. Stella’s choice.

“Thank You” Kelly whispered softly in his girlfriends ear.

“Where did that come from? Thank you for what?”

“For giving me another chance. Being apart from you has been awful. I 100% understand you ending things. You were giving all of you to me and I wasn’t giving anything back to you. Regardless of what I was going through, that is my biggest regret. Realizing I had lost the love of my life. Well I never want to live that life again. I promise, Stel I will never take you, take us for granted again. IM ALL IN. I love you so much”

“Oh, my love. For the record being without you was awful for me too. I know breaking up was what I had to do but it broke my heart. I never stopped loving you. Your my true love, Kelly Severide. From this point forward I will always fight for you, for us”

As Kelly gave her a soft, passionate kiss. Having a high wattage smile that he was certain would never disappear.

“What!” Stella seeing his widening grin

“Just realizing. I have had my last first kiss”

Chapter 14 ~ Just You And Me

6x13 - Following Couch/Snuggle time

Hazmat Zach had ended things with Stella. He had seen first hand on many occasions that he was always going to be Stella’s second choice. The connection between Stella and Kelly was undeniable. Always trying to ignore his insecurities, it finally came to light walking in on another moment between Stella and Kelly. Stella did not fight the breakup as hard as she could of. Truth be told, her heart had always been somewhere else. With someone else. Stella didn’t want to feel like this. Kelly had become her best friend and she cherished their friendship. Knowing that Zach could read between the lines made Stella wonder.

‘Am I that transparent?’

‘Can Kelly see right through this charade too?’

Stella started to feel she needed to take a step back and concentrate in other aspects of her life. As difficult as that would be. Given she was Kelly’s roommate. This weighing feeling she had would subside, right?. As she was in her bedroom getting ready for a night out at Molly’s, ready for a fresh start and somehow start to curb these overwhelming feelings she was having for her best friend, her roommate.

Kelly had decided to stay in and relax on the couch. He didn’t feel very social. Not wanting to be around a bunch of people. He was going to enjoy a few beers at home. His head had been spinning for days. He knew he felt strong feelings for his best friend. All he thought about was Stella. It crushed him everytime Stella was with Zach. He wanted to tear her away from him each time. She definitely wasn’t his, but he sure as hell wanted her to be. It was torture for him seeing little moments between them. Kelly was an avenger. He rarely felt fear. But this, scared the shit out of him. Stella is his best friend, a friendship that meant everything to him. She lived with him. If things ever went south, it would make for a very awkward situation where he was convinced he would essentially lose her altogether. He felt this was a losing battle. Unlike Stella, he was not confident he could just ‘move on’ from this feeling. And he didn’t want too. He had not felt this way in a very long time, actually he was sure he had never felt this way.

As Stella emerged from her bedroom. Wearing black leggings and a white sweater. Dressed casual for a night out at Molly’s. Light makeup. Kelly thinking she had never looked more beautiful.

“Going to Molly’s?”

“I was thinking about it”

“Yeah. Zach broke up with me”

Kelly desperately trying to hide his enjoyment from her admission.

“I thought you were just tapping the breaks”

“Yeah. Well. He decided to put it in park”

Kelly knowing he could be a supportive friend and a added bonus have some guilt free quality time with Stella.

“Let’s stay in”

“Yeah?”

“Just you and me”

Stella sat down, not wasting any time sprawling her legs over his lap. Kelly cradling her legs. It was natural. Both smiling. You could literally see heart eye emojis being thrown back and forth.

After the movie ended. Still snuggling on the couch. Kelly broke the ice.

“Are you OK, Stel? With the breakup. I mean, you really seemed to like Zach”

“Yeah. I’m good. Honestly, there was always something holding me back from moving forward with Zach. Having reservations from meeting his family. There is no logical reason. I realized after, my heart just wasn’t in it the way it should be. I thought that feeling would go away and I would eventually get to that place, but I never could”

“Also, I realized. Nights at home with you, my friend. Snuggling on the couch watching movies gives me more happiness than nights out with Zach. That was a big red flag that I tried to ignore. He just beat me to it”

Kelly knew he could be that supportive ‘friend’ and at the same time knowing he could also express some feelings. WIN - WIN.

“Stella. You deserve someone who gives you that butterfly feeling. Someone, where you have no doubts that’s who you want to be with. You, my friend deserve that. I NEVER want to see you settle, your way to special to settle”

“Kelly Severide. Who are you? Is this you having feelings?”

“Yeah. Well. Keep that between us as I have a reputation to uphold. I’m only this way with you”

As they continued their movie night. Both having BIG feelings. For now they would be supportive friends to each other…FOR NOW. Both knowing they were teetering on the edge of taking that plunge out of the friend zone.

Chapter 15 ~ Keep Myself Tied Down To One Thing

8x10 - Seager Talk

After that warehouse situation Kelly had gotten involved in while helping OFI and Seager. Almost getting trapped with this dumb ass criminal. Kelly saving not only himself but this criminal. Severide doing Severide things. Barely, fleeing to safety through flames. As fire was contained. Him and Seager going back into the building to investigate what had transpired. Kelly still trying to gather his thoughts again. Feeling sore and out of breath. Leaning against a police car, Seager of course ‘comforting’ him, holding onto him having concern for his well being. Seager just couldn’t help herself. Any reason she could be close to Kelly, she was going to take it. Kelly for his part was completely oblivious to all her advances. Going all the way back to when they started working together on cases. It’s not that Kelly was dumb, he saw her flirting nature. He just didn’t care. He was completely in love with Stella and he never even cared about other women. He had called Stella to tell her what had happened and assure he was OK. Stella, believed him as he was able to talk to her but she needed to see for herself. Stella had pulled up to the warehouse and as she walked into the warehouse she found Kelly’s female partner drapped all over him. Stella wasn’t effected at that point, all she wanted to do was give her boyfriend a hug as that phone call scared her.

“You scared the hell out of me”

Seager still in the background, voicing she would give them some space.

‘What is this woman’s deal?’ Stella silently asked herself. She knew exactly what her deal was and an annoyance to Stella. She knew Kelly was a very good looking man. Obviously, she was well aware of that. Seager knew he was in a relationship, could she just back off a little.

Later at Molly’s. Kelly sitting at the bar while his girlfriend was working. As she turned around, there was Seager AGAIN. Stella was not a jealous person but this was becoming a annoyance to her. She trusted Kelly ALWAYS but this was bothering her to no end. Stella not taking her eyes off Kelly and Seager’s interaction. She was pleased when Kelly turned down a case she had purposed to him.

“I appreciate you keeping me in mind. But I need to focus on Squad, 51. Keep myself tied down to one thing”

Seager left and Stella offered to leave early so they could spend some quality time together. Kelly happily agreeing with his girlfriend.

Later, at the loft. After having a few hours of passion, Stella was feeling pure bliss with her love. Although, still feeling frustrated. She had tried to let it go and concentrate on her love and passion for Kelly.

Kelly knowing his girlfriend very well, saw something was bothering her. As they laid in bed, holding onto each other. Kelly staring in her vibrant brown eyes.

“Stella. What’s going on? I can see something is bothering you”

“I’m OK. Just enjoying spending this time with you”

“Stella. Stop. I know something is wrong. Tell me, what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours”

“Ugh. Fine. Tonight has been amazing. Your amazing. I’m just really bothered by Seager. I trust you 100%. Just seems everytime I turn around she is flirting with you. When I came to the warehouse and saw her drapped all over you. At Molly’s. I’m never a jealous person but it’s becoming increasingly difficult to not feel insecure. Which isn’t who I am, I think that is what is bothering me the most. She knows you have a girlfriend but it still doesn’t seem to matter.”

Kelly started chuckling while caressing Stella’s ringlet curls.

“Kelly. This wasn’t supposed to be a HA-HA moment. So glad I can entertain you”

“Stella. Baby. I’m only laughing because for one your adorable. Second, I am not dumb. I see how flirty she is with me. But It doesn’t even register with me. She can be as flirty as she wants. If it gets out of hand I will of course shut it down. It just doesn’t matter because I am madly in love with one woman. There is only one woman who I notice flirting with me. Stella, ALL I THINK ABOUT IS YOU. You have absolutely no reason to feel insecure. You, my love are it for me. There will never be another woman for me”

“Well, I feel pretty dumb. I should of known you would say the perfect words”

“Stel. I wasn’t just saying those words. I meant ever word. I PROMISE you. You never have to worry about anyone else. I LOVE YOU, STELLA KIDD”

“I LOVE YOU, KELLY SEVERIDE”

Chapter 16 ~ Almost Lost Her

9x07 - After his confession to Cruz. Kelly talks to Stella.

Kelly and Stella had moved forward from when Kelly had been ghosting Stella. Him feeling he was doing what was best for her. When that white shirt Chief got into his head about how Stella was really moving up the ladder. Kelly was always wanting to protect his long time girlfriend in every way. Stella was strong, brave and confident and didn’t need protection but Kelly would always want to protect her. He knew he had screwed up and should of talked to her. He felt so relieved she forgave his idiotic behaviour and forgave him. Knowing, he could of lost her. They were back to good again.

As Kelly and Cruz were going over footage and Cruz’s forehead had been gashed open at a call in a homeless site where a fire had broken out. Arson was a remote possibility. Cruz had said to 51 family he didn’t want to tell Chloe. Their wedding was right around the corner and he was scared to tell her not wanting her to worry.

“I think you should tell Chloe what happened”

“Is Kelly Severide, dispensing relationship advice”

“A while back, I kept the truth from Kidd. I thought I was protecting her, instead I almost lost her”

This conversation made Kelly think. Yes, him and Stella had long got past this. He didn’t want to open old wounds but he also felt he needed to let Stella know just how thankful he was for her. He could of blown everything that meant anything to him up in smoke. He sent Stella a text. She had just gotten back from a call. As she was putting her gear away, her phoned dinged.

“Hey babe. When you get a break, come see me in my office”

Stella smiling. Thought she was being sexually summoned.

As she walked into her boyfriends quarters.

“That was a ominous text. As much as I love our risky meetings, it’s the middle of the day. This might be a little too risky, even for us”

All Kelly could do was grin at Stella. He loved her witty banter with him. Truth be told they had tested waters in many areas of the firehouse over the years.

“NO. That’s not what I called you in here. I need to talk to you about something. I don’t want to dig into our recent past and nor do I want to relive what a idiot I was. But after talking to Cruz and offering him some relationship advice, I knew I needed to talk with you”

“OK before you start. Did I hear you correctly. You offered relationship advice. LIKE WHAT?”

“Laugh it up Kidd.”

“OK. You may continue”

“I told Cruz about how I thought I was protecting you but almost lost you by not telling you the truth”

“Kelly. We are past this. Stop beating yourself up over this. I have long forgotten”

“I know Stel. I just need to tell you this”

“I just want you to know that I am so sorry for what I put you through. You are working so hard to prepare for the lieutenants exam. The fact that I made you doubt everything including not taking the test period still hurts me. I know you are back on track but the fact I was almost the cause of you giving up on that…I’m so sorry Stella. I know we have talked this out. I just need you to know how grateful I am that you forgave me. I thought I was protecting you. Looking back knowing how my behaviour almost cost me. I will tell you it almost cost me EVERYTHING. I promise I will never hurt you like that again. I know your going to kick ass and become an amazing lieutenant. Thank you for allowing me to still be a part of it. I’m never letting you go ever again. YOU’VE GOT THIS STELLA KIDD”

“Kelly. Thank you for your kind words. I promise, I know how much you love me and I understand your intentions. Stop worrying. Like I said to you. I am never letting you get away from me again.”

Stella planted a passionate kiss on her boyfriends lips as she walked out of his office.

Kelly was left thinking. Smiling from ear to ear. ‘I wanna marry this girl’

Chapter 17 ~ This Is Harder Than I Thought

7x11 - Post break up. After the awkward encounter between Kelly and Stella in the bunk room. Kelly has many feelings. Has a cigar chat with his best friend Casey.

After Kelly’s conversation with Stella in the bunk room had left him reeling. He kept thinking ‘How did this go sideways? How had I lost her?’. After Stella helped him under the bus on a call without hesitation. It really hit home, the breakup had hit home. Of course Stella would assist him. She was a professional, a firefighter. Lives of others were more important than any personal feelings she may of had. In the bunk room, all Kelly could say was.

“This is harder that I thought it would be”

Stella responded cordially and explained they needed to put this behind them. Especially with the fact they needed to work together. Kelly knowing that was all true but it still didn’t make it hurt any less. His heart was broken. Actually not broken, more like shattered. He fully understood why Stella had reached her breaking point. All he wished was to turn back time. Go back to a time where he didn’t take Stella for granted. After losing Benny, he had gone down a dark hole. Kelly, dealt with it in how he always had. Shutting the world and everyone in it out. Only, this time by doing that he had lost the one person that meant the world to him. The love of his life. Hearing Stella say she would never go back to a time where she felt the way she did with Grant, absolutely wrecked Kelly. NEVER, did he ever want to be compared to someone who had broken Stella so deeply, dampened her spirit. He had done that. How was he any better than Grant?

Later on shift. Kelly sauntered over to Casey’s office. Holding two cigars. Cigar chats was their friendship language. When either of them needed to talk, vent. Cigar chats was a release. Casey knew his best friend was going through a dark time not only losing his dad and the regret that came with that but also losing Stella. The breakup. He knew how much his friend loved Stella Kidd, more than anyone. Many ladies had come and gone but NO ONE ever had a impact on Kelly the way Stella had. He had changed since Stella came to 51. Stella had wormed into Kelly’s heart. As they set up chairs on the roof, where no one could interrupt which always signified a serious talk was needed. Casey began.

“So. Severide. How are you doing? How are you really doing?”

“To sum it up in one word. Terrible”

“I know buddy. I can see your fighting many emotions”

“When Benny died. I wasn’t so much filled with just sadness but more so regret. Thinking about our fight right before. All we did was fight it seemed but knowing that was the last conversation we would ever had. Hit me to the core. I kept thinking with all of Bennys faults, could I have done more to repair the constant rift? It plagued me. It sent me down a dark rabbit hole. My whole life, when things get hard. I shut down. I never even thought about hurting other people. When Shay died. I shut down and really never gave a second thought to the people around me. That is not a healthy way to heal, I know but it’s the only way I knew. But this is so different. Shutting down this time cost me the most important person in my life. Stella means the absolute world to me. I love that woman with my whole heart and being. I took her for granted. The one person I should of let in to help through a dark time. Instead I drove her to the brink. My heart is broken into a million pieces. When she broke up with me. I felt likeI couldn’t breathe. I have loved her for so long and we were happy and now I have lost her. I know I need to move forward and let her move on, I just don’t know how to let her go. I don’t think I can let her go. Usually, I would just move on with someone else. There is no world where I can do that. All I want is her. My bed feels empty. I always loved waking up next to her. It was the best part of my day. Now my bed feels dark and cold”

“Listen Severide. I know how much you love Stella and I also know how much she loves you. You just need to give it time. She has changed you. You are a different man than you once were and I truly believe Stella has a big part in that. Both of you, took each other out of a darkness and brought one another into the light again. I KNOW this isn’t the end. It may seem bleak right now. Just give her some time. She’s hurt. Just like you. I know breaking up with you was probably the hardest thing Stella has had to do in a very long time. You two are meant to be. Everyone here has seen that since day one. I fully believe, you will find one another again. Don’t give up on that. Stella is worth fighting for. Even if you have to take a step back and spend some time apart. Don’t throw the towel in. You and Stella have been through so much and will find each other again”

“Thank you Casey. Your right. Stella is the first person that I have had in my life where I wanted to fight for. I know she is the one for me. She is it for me. As hard as it’s going to be, I know I can’t rush anything. I’m just scared with this distance, she is going to slip further away from me”

“Sev. Even when you were just friends. You and Stella have always orbited each other. There is no reason why that wouldn’t be the case this time. She might not be your girlfriend at the moment but I guarantee she is going to be in your life, even as a friend for now. It may not seem like it now but eventually Stella will welcome you back in. I promise. All you can do now is make sure she knows your always gonna be there for her, support her. That alone will go a long way”

“Yeah. You know when I was watching earlier training Tuesday. I was so captivated”

“I know. You didn’t even realize I was standing beside you. I just thought you needed a distraction.”

“I did. But as I was watching her. She was so patient and calm with her. I realize Tuesday is a dog. But it hit me in that very moment. Stella is going to be such a wonderful Mom one day. All I could think about was the future and us having babies together. I want that more than anything”

As Kelly has tears forming in corner of his eyes. Desperately trying not to let those tears fall.

“Severide. Again. Don’t let that dream disappear. Your going to be a amazing dad. Keep your future with Stella alive. It will happen in time”

After his talk with Casey. Kelly felt more free. As hard as it was knowing he couldn’t be with her right now in the way he wanted. Showing up for Stella, being there for her, supporting her in any way she would allow was his priority. Allowing her to see the man he really is and not the man she had seen recently. Stella had changed his whole world and he wanted to remind her of that. Hopefully, she would be in his arms again. If he was ever given a second chance with Stella, he was never going to make the same mistake again.

Chapter 18 ~ I’m Not A Robot

11x12 - Kelly unleashes his feelings about “The Robot” comment and conveys to Stella how he really felt at the RPG scene.

Kelly and Stella hashed out their differences in Kelly’s office. Kelly opening up to his wife. The previous night at the loft had really effected Kelly. Seeing how upset Stella had become over the call where they disagreed. If it had been just about the call, it would of been a easy fix. But it wasn’t just about the call, not even close. Stella conveying her true feelings about not being able to separate Kelly from a co lieutenant and her husband. If the RPG incident hadn’t occurred, would this even be a issue? Maybe not. The reality was it had happened. Stella was deeply effected by what had happened inside that house. Many realizations had blindsided her. Kelly was an amazing lieutenant, she was in awe of him and leading his team daily. Even, as she was a leader herself now would on many times go to Kelly for advice and guidance. With that being said, she couldn’t just see him as an outstanding lieutenant. He was her husband now. Their dynamic was different now. Stella could not turn off those emotions. She was not able to even at work ignore the fact, he was not just a lieutenant. They are married. In Kelly’s office. He made sure to let her know, he too had many emotions when it came to his wife. He was also well aware, Stella was not his co lieutenant but his wife.

“I’m not a robot”

“Stella, If I let my guard down and let myself worry everytime your in harms way, I will fall apart”

“If you saw me during that RPG call, you would know. I can unravel when it comes to you. That’s never happened to me before”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really”

That was a confession, Stella never knew. It wasn’t just her that struggled with their dynamic, it effected Kelly too.

After the boat call. It was a humble moment for the married couple. Working as a team together to free the victims. Having their previous conversation. Both listened to one another and worked together as a team. In that moment, Stella knew they didn’t need to work apart, on separate shifts. They just needed to make sure to talk about how their feeling. Kelly had felt better about things after their conversation but he was still plagued. Thinking Stella even for a second thought he wasn’t effected on calls when it came to her, especially the RPG call.

As they returned to 51. Stella followed her husband to his quarters. Stella was sensing, knowing her husband well. Something was weighing his thoughts.

“Kelly, is everything OK?”

“Yeah. Everything is OK”

“Kelly. Come on. Talk to me. Remember, we need to talk things out”

“Stel. I don’t want to open old wounds. But, I really need you to know how I was feeling at the RPG incident. I know we hashed this out already. It’s just, I need you to know what a complete mess I was. I was unraveling at the seams. Once I was able to call for my team to run in for a search and rescue. I was running on pure adrenalin. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Ordering the boys to go here and there. Seeing Carver, then Pryma. Frantically searching the room for you. It was probably the worst moment of my life. My heart felt like it had literally stopped as I spotted you, laying sideways up against the wall…not moving. Screaming your name. Not knowing if you were conscious, hell even alive. Those few seconds while leaping towards you, desperately screaming your name was a moment I NEVER, EVER want to relive”

“Even later at the hospital. While you were in surgery. I went out to the waiting room to update our family. I broke down. Tears welling up in my eyes as I gave everyone the good news. That didn’t matter. My emotions came flooding out. I couldn’t stop myself. I was a wreck. I came that close to losing you. Imagining what you went through in that house, not able to protect you. So I just need you to really know. When your in harms way. It damages me to the core. It breaks me into a million pieces. You are my wife. My whole damn world. As a lieutenant I do have a job to do but I need to make something crystal clear. As important as my career is to me. Being a lieutenant or a fire investigator. I always have loved what I do for a living. It’s been my calling as far back as I can remember. NOTHING and I mean NOTHING is more important than you. I need you to really believe me when I say, You are the only love of my life that truly matters. When you hurt, I hurt.

“Ohhhh. Kelly. I’m so sorry for calling you a robot. And making it seem you don’t care the way I care. I know you do. I can only imagine how you felt outside of that house. I know you love me more than anything. I just allowed, my emotions and fears get the best of me. It would destroy me to not be able to work with you everyday. I never want to work different shifts. I was thinking irrationally. I love you Kelly, so much.”

“I love you so much, Stella”

Chapter 19 ~ We Were Good Together

7x18 - Longer conversation between Kelly and Foster.

The break up was still imminent. Things have gotten better. Kelly and Stella had regained their friendship. It wasn’t easy to go back to friends but they both needed one another in their lives in any capacity. There was no hard feelings. The hurt of the breakup has long since past. The feelings they had for each other were still lingering. At least, they were able to have a friendship back.

Kelly, was silently struggling. As much as he loved having Stella back as his friend. He longed for much more. Old Kelly would of gotten back on the saddle with other women. Not this Kelly. He didn’t even want to look at other women. There was only one women he wanted to be with and he was convinced that would never change. Kelly had always been able to hide his emotions, not letting people see the truth of how he was feeling. He wasn’t doing a good job as any extra time was spent at Mollys when Stella was working. Hour after hour sitting at the bar until close to when Molly’s would close. This was not a rare occurrence for Kelly to chill at Mollys with his 51 family but many could see, including Otis and Foster this was different. Making sure he was in Stella’s presence whenever possible. That alone was what was keeping him going, giving him that small hope that someday she would be more than his friend again. If he was ever lucky enough to be given a second chance from the love of his life, his priority would be to show Stella the man he could, the man he would be for her and would never let her go again.

Foster was not so supportive of a reunion. Stella was her friend. She saw what Stella went through before the breakup. How Kelly broke her heart. How deeply hard it was for her to end the relationship. How difficult it was for Stella to move forward in the aftermath. Stella was finally in a good place. Foster, was her friend and didn’t want to see Stella go through that again. Night after night, she saw Kelly sitting at the bar. Staring at Stella and seeing that puppy dog look in his eyes radiating towards his ex girlfriend. Finally, she felt like she needed to talk with him, showing she had Stella’s back. As she confronted the squad lieutenant.

“What are you doing?”

“What?”

“You know?”

“The truth is. I can’t stop thinking about her. We were good together and I miss it”

“Severide, you put her through the ringer this last time. Half in and half out. Bailing when things got tough. If you can’t step and be the man she deserves, let her move on”

“I CAN’T”

“Really, Severide. She’s your friend. If you care about her. Let her be happy”

“Look, Foster. Of course I want her to be happy. There is nothing I want more. Stella is the love of my life. She’s it for me. I know is screwed up, royally screwed up. I just can’t let her go. I miss her so much and have nothing but regret for losing her”

“Severide. I just care about Stella. She’s my friend and I don’t want to see her hurt again. If you would of seen her before you broke up and also after. Her heart was shattered into a million pieces. Breaking up was the last thing she wanted. She just couldn’t handle being shut out time after time. It literally destroyed her. If it happened again, I don’t think she would survive it”

“I get that. I really do. I know you are just being a friend to Stella and protecting her. But I need you to know. Not being with her is something I WON’T SURVIVE. She’s my everything. She has changed me. I just want a second chance to show her the man she fell in love with is still there”

“OK. I can see you really love and miss her. I won’t stand in either of your way. I will support any decision Stella makes. And support a relationship. I know she still loves you but is scared to go back to that place. You hold her heart in your hands. Always have and always will. Just don’t understand one thing?”

“What’s that?”

“Why haven’t you told her how you feel?”

“I’m scared. Terrified of her not feeling the same way anymore. If she’s over me and doesn’t want to go back down that road. Scared, I have ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me”

“Talk to her. I promise it will be ok”

Chapter 20 ~ I Love You, Stella Kidd

9x16 - Conversation By Squad Truck

“Your wonderful, you know that?”

“I love you, Stella Kidd”

As Kelly kissed his now fiancé. There was nothing but love and admiration in that kiss. Kelly had purposing on his mind for a while. If he was being honest he knew Stella Kidd was it for him long before that moment. In some way, he deep down knew when she came to 51. Sure, there were many bumps along the way before either was ready for this leap. It took a long while to even get together. A lot of roadblocks in their way but they were finally here. Kelly was questioning whether purposing was a good idea given Stella had said in the past she never wanted to get married again. Who could blame her? Grant had really broke her, he had damaged her spirit and she worked her ass off both professionally and personally to get that spark back. A big factor in her getting that spark back was Kelly Severide. She was shown what truly being loved felt like. Something Stella never had. Losing her parents at a young age. Having no love and support or even knowing a healthy relationship. All she had known was trauma and disappointment. Kelly showed her time and time again what real love should be. When Stella passed her lieutenant exam. Seeing her joyfulness as Boden delivered the good news. He KNEW. Not a single ounce of doubt in his mind. There was nothing he wanted more than to marry the love of his life. When he dropped to one knee in middle of a inferno after Stella had said she was never leaving him. That was it. The moment was now. So there they were, just the two of them. Engaged. Stella had a light illuminating across her beautiful caramel skin but also seemed lost in her thoughts.

“Stel. Everything OK? And don’t tell me your fine. I know you. I can see something is going on in that beautiful head of yours”

“I’m scared”

“Of marrying me?”

“NO. GOD NO. That is something I have never been so sure about.”

“OK. Then why are you scared?”

“I’m scared of leaving 51. Not having you and my family supporting me everyday. I never had a family or even people who cared about me. The relationships I developed coming here has meant the world to me. I never had that before. To go to another station with people I don’t know. Trying to thrive as a new lieutenant, what if I fall and fail? As a woman, I probably won’t be respected and I’m scared, I won’t have the goods”

As Kelly cupped her face with his hands.

“Babe. Listen to me. And please hear me. You are the most brave and strongest woman. One of the many reasons I fell in love with you. It might be a little tough at the start as you make your mark as a leader. But you have had challenges in front of you so many times. Going to the leadership conference, remember how nervous you were? You killed it. You were a shining star. When Boden presented you with the option of taking the lieutenants exam. Him fully knowing, there was no doubt you were meant to be a leader. And even when you had to deal with my stupidity and shaking you. You regrouped and killed it again. Starting GOF. That was all you and look what you have done for Kylie and so many other girls. Women, that will also become amazing firefighters. These are just a couple examples of everything you have overcome. Stella, you are so smart and such a warrior. I promise, you will make a lasting impact anywhere you go. AND…When you have a hard day. You can come home to a man who loves you more than life itself. I will always make sure you know every day how valued you are. Even, if we can’t be at the same station anymore. You, my love will ALWAYS have me at the end of the day to lift you back up. FOREVER”

“Oh Kelly, how did I ever get so damn lucky? You are the greatest man in the world. Thank you for not only always knowing the right thing to say, always lifting me up. But also, never giving up on me and unconditionally loving me. Sometimes I feel I don’t deserve this kind of love”

“Stella. I’m the lucky one. When you walked into 51. You and you alone pulled me out of the darkness and into the light. I’m lucky everyday that you chose me and never giving up on me when so many have before. You literally deserve the world”

“One more thing…YOU GOT THIS STELLA KIDD”

“I love you with all I got, Kelly Severide”

Chapter 21 ~ Do You Wanna Watch The Game?

10x01 - After the remote throwing couch scene. Stella reeling from the close call with the boat rescue.

Stella was so relieved to have her fiancé beside her, alive and well. As they returned to their home. It was apparent how close that call was. The boat rescue almost turned to tragedy. Squad trapped under water. Cruz clinging to life. In no world, would Kelly of left him, a father to be. Luckily, everyone was OK. Kelly was getting comfy on the couch with a beer and about to watch the game. Stella, had other ideas. Physical touch was an important aspect of their relationship from the beginning. Especially, with close calls. Kelly could only push away her advances for too long and truth be told, it was immediately.

As they were laying in bed hours after enjoying one another throughly. Kelly could sense Stella was spinning. Stella was never one to portray neediness but even when Kelly walked to the bathroom, she didn’t want to let him go. As he climbed back into their bed, he knew he needed to get her to spill.

“Stel. Babe. What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on. I just had an amazing few hours with my husband to be”

“As did I. But I can see something more is going on. Talk to me”

“Fine. I just keep replaying those moments standing on the pier. The paralyzing fear I felt. Trying to remain calm but not knowing if I was gonna ever see you again. Kiss you again. Hold you again. I would not survive losing you. I realize our job always has that risk of something happening and I do know your avenger status and knew what I was getting into being with a hero such as yourself. It felt so different this time. Engaged now. The anxiety of watching over the water, not seeing you come up to the surface was absolutely terrifying. Everything just came into focus for me. Kelly, you have literally pulled me out of darkness I had been carrying my whole life. I have experienced loss that I was able to heal from. How would I ever survive losing you?

Stella curled closer burying her tangled, messy curly hair into Kelly’s chest.

“Stella. Baby. I’m sorry I put you through that. When we all knew we were in a lot of trouble, trapped. I knew I needed to find a way out. I, over the years have been in many harrowing situations but this time I had someone who I love more than life itself waiting for me. I want you to know, the reason I was able to not give up and find a way out was the thought of you, the thought of us. The thought of YOU, my beautiful girl. Stella, the thought of you will get me through any darkness. Nothing and I mean nothing will EVER stop me from marrying you. Your everything I have ever wanted. Your the reason my heart beats. Before you, I was just existing. Now, I ALWAYS have a reason to come home. I love you, Stella Kidd”

“I love you with all I got, Kelly Severide. I just want to hold you for a while and appreciate having you in my arms. I feel so grateful”

“Stella. You told me, your never gonna leave me. It goes both ways. I’m never gonna leave you. Close those beautiful brown eyes. When you wake up, I will be right here”

“FOREVER”

“Yes Baby. FOREVER”

Chapter 22 ~ You Are The Perfect One For Me

10x11 - Kelly eases Stella’s mind regarding Seager.

It had been a rocky return for Stella. Ghosting Kelly had become a strain on her relationship. They had talked it out but she still felt a strain. Stella knew she had made a mistake. Her insecurities were valid but knew she handled things the wrong way. Stella was desperately trying to make things right, to make it up to Kelly. Feeling like he was keeping her at arms length filled Stella with regret. At the firehouse, finding out he had worked closely on a case with Seager bringing out her insecurities. Stella always had some feelings regarding Seager. But right now, it felt like more given the tension she felt. Returning to the loft and Kelly exploding on her regarding he wasn’t given the chance to explain things. He wasn���t wrong, she had put them in this situation.

“I just want to be the perfect one for you”

“You, are the perfect one for me”

Those seven words gave her the relief she needed. Stella thinking she needed to let it all go. Including Seager. She trusted Kelly, 100%. Kelly, could see his fiancé was still feeling insecure. Seager was a point he never acknowledged but he knew if the shoe was on the other foot, it would bother him. Remembering Tyler before the breakup.

As they sat together on the couch, watching TV. Trying to start fresh again.

“Stella. Look. I know Seager is a bit of a sore spot. The feelings you have are valid. She can be flirty at times. I promise you. It’s ALWAYS platonic. I work with her on cases. The only woman, I ever look at or want to look at is YOU”

“I know Kelly and I trust you always. I don’t trust her but I trust you and that’s all that matters. I will deal with my insecurities. I never wanted to make you feel that I don’t trust you more than anyone in this world. I think it’s my own guilt and regret with my actions that brought up these feelings”

“Stel. NO. These feelings are valid. I know if the roles were reversed I would have feelings too. And, it’s on me for not making you feel secure earlier. I know she has been forward with me on many occasions. I never thought to say anything because she means nothing to me. But, I need you to know. Your the only one for me. Your the love of my life. Seager, never stood a chance to Stella Kidd”

“I Love You, Kelly”

“I Love you, Stella”

“I promise. I will make sure she knows in the future, there is only one woman for me”

“Kelly, Take me to bed”

“I thought you would never ask”

Chapter 23 ~ Stella, I Love You

10x21 - After Kelly is released from the hospital

Things had been tense between Kelly and Stella. Starting with Stella worrying about Gallo going over to squad. Then there was the “you always get your way comment”. If that wasn’t enough. Planning their wedding was contentious, Kelly not wanting to spend all their savings on one day. Stella, never had her dream wedding. Marrying Grant was toxic from the beginning. There was never a dream wedding. Stella wanted to marry the real love of her life and have it be a day to remember forever. With that being said, the plans may of gotten away from her and became a little out of control. Now she was wondering if she had ruined everything. Maybe, there was just too much baggage from both their pasts. She was doubting if Kelly still wanted to marry her. As thoughts consumed her, 81 was heading back to the station when Boden came on the radio, stating there was an incident. Informing her Kelly was in the hospital after a backlash from the food truck investigation. Stella raced into Med, desperately looking for her fiancé. Any tension or thoughts that were plaguing her had been thrown out the window. As she was finally, taken to see Kelly. Her emotions took over.

“Are you ok, are you in any pain?”

“I’m ok. Everything is ok”

“Stella, I Love You”

“I know. I know I have been pushing to get my way”

“I think we both know that’s not the real problem”

“What are we so afraid of?”

“We don’t know what we’re doing. There is no academy for this”

“The only way to learn in how to run into a fire is by doing it. Let’s just do it. Not 4 months from now. Let’s do it next week”

“That sounds perfect”

As Kelly was discharged, still in some pain but overall relieved to be OK. They went home to the loft. As Kelly got comfortable on the couch where shortly after Stella joined him.

“Kelly I’m so sorry for how I have been acting. The whole Gallo situation. Getting so carried away with wedding plans. The truth is. I never thought I would have this. Getting married to my dream man. So I think I was desperate to have a dream wedding. You are my world. The love of my life. After Grant, I never thought I was deserving of this kind of happiness and you came into my life and everything changed. I let what marrying you is truly about get away from me and I’m sorry. Getting that call on the radio, destroyed me and put everything into perspective for me”

“Stella, babe. I’m sorry too. Marrying you means everything to me. I was just getting into my head about my past. I was such a mess, especially with women. I was just existing after Shay died, hell even before that but definitely more so after. Women were just a way to feel good for a short time or even a distraction. When I did let a woman in, I would get betrayed or lose them anyway. That all changed when you walked into 51. I hopelessly fell in love with you. Head over heels in love. You are the love of my life. The one person I would never survive losing. Given my past, and the revolving door of women. It became terrifying, thinking of ever hurting you. Or not being the husband you deserve. Because you, my love deserve THE WORLD. But I know without a doubt in the world. There is nothing I want more than for you to become my wife where I can spend the rest of our lives showing you just how much you deserve happiness. I am going to be the man you deserve FOREVER”

“I can’t wait to marry you, you have made me the happiest man over these past 6 years”

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, KELLY SEVERIDE. So we are really doing this in a week?”

“We are”

“We got this Stella Kidd”

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tag dump pt 2.

[storiesofsvu]

Two Month Flirtation

Erin Lindsay x fem!reader Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, smut. thatesqcrush​ asked for some Erin Lindsay Xmas Smut but it didn’t make the cut before I got overwhelmed and her response was “good thing Valentine’s is coming up” so…enjoy some pwp for Det Lindsay. Also there’s basically no plot because I haven’t watched PD in months, esp ones with Erin…so…don’t hate me. Also I kinda just tagged random ppl for this one, lmk if you want to/don’t want to be tagged for Erin!

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Erin was thankful for the fact that Molly’s didn’t decorate for Valentine’s Day, the fact that it was still just a regular bar for anyone who was trying to avoid the consumer prompted holiday. Slipping onto a stool at the bar she thanked Chris as he slid her a beer ‘on the house’ with a warm smile. As she sucked back a rather large gulp she glanced around the room, it was relatively empty aside from a handful of regulars. Her eyes swept down the wood of the bar and she spotted you, half empty glass of scotch in front of you while, unsurprisingly, you were bent over what looked like paperwork, eyes flitting back and fourth between it and your phone.

Her mind wandered back to the Chicago P.D Christmas party, to help save on budget most of the specialized units across the city had been shoveled together into one event. She’d briefly been introduced to you by Voight, you’d worked with him helping to form the Intelligence Unit before she came along. Now, you’d climbed through the ranks and were the Lieutenant over at Major Crimes running your own unit. It was impressive, you were younger than most Lieutenants, though she’d heard you’d graduated early, jumping straight into the academy while you pusued a criminology degree, and were quick to be pulled into UC ops.

Then there was New Year’s Eve, underneath the twinkling lights of Molly’s you’d joined a few friends in the bar, making sure to stop in to say Happy New Year to Hank. Erin had caught your eye that night, you’d chatted briefly, dare she say it, flirted even. You’d been mid conversation, about to offer to buy her a drink when your phone went off, with a frustrated groan, you left the bar to head down to a crime scene.

But tonight, tonight had potential to be different. Erin watched as you flipped through a couple of pages, appearing to double check some last minute changes before flipping the entire thing shut, shoving it back in your bag. You smiled as Chris poured you a fresh drink, laughing at something he said before he turned to another customer. As if you could feel eyes on you, your head turned toward Lindsay at the other end of the bar. Catching her eye she felt her cheeks flush, wishing she could’ve glanced away but she knew she was too late. You smirked, raising your glass to her with a wink, she shot a flustered smile back before returning the salute and swigging back her drink.

She was busy distracting herself with her phone, not noticing you were approaching until you had one arm looped around the back of her chair, the other resting on the bar.

“It appears you spend all your major holidays here.” You greeted with a grin.

“Lieutenant…hi..” she fumbled and you chuckled.

“You can call me y/n, I’m not your supervisor.”

“Right.” She took a swig of beer, “how are you?”

“Meh,” you shrugged, “it’s another day.”

“I feel you.” Erin drained her beer, your eyes watched the way her fingers delicately wrapped around the neck of the bottle as she placed it down.

“Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush, we’ve been playing at this game for nearly two months already.” Her eyes darted up to your, a curious expression on her face, “I’m going to walk out those doors, I’ll wait in my car for three minutes for you to catch up if you’re interested in coming home with me. Otherwise, I’ll see ya around detective.”

**

Some people would have thought you were taking way too far of a risk with the blunt way you’d approached Erin, but you had more than enough confidence that after the last few parties, you knew what the outcome was going to be. And you weren’t surprised when she sped out of the door a few minutes later.

You were surprised once the door to your apartment had been swung shut and she pounced, the previous bashful personality she’d shown around you dissolving for one much more dominant, one you knew had been lingering just beneath the surface. Her lips met yours in a fiery kiss, hands wrapping around your waist, tugging you tightly to her. Her hands started to toy with the hem of your shirt, fingers tickling patterns along your bare skin in the same moment that her tongue traced across your lips, begging for entrance. You slipped your tongue out, dancing against hers, massaging into her mouth, groaning at the taste, hands curling into her hair, tugging at the roots, pulling a whine from the blonde.

A flurry of arms and clothing moved down the hallway while you tore fabric from each other’s frames, hands tugging the other back to you for heated kisses. Teeth nipped into lips, sinking into the tender skin of a neck, lips sucking at pulse points, smirking at the feeling of blood throbbing just under the skin. Breathy moans began to bounce off the walls as hands cupped at chests, pinching at nipples, eager to bring them to hardened peaks.

You wrapped an arm around Erin, backing to the bed until you collapsed down to sitting on it, shuffling backwards with her in your lap while you nipped at her jaw. You shifted so she was straddling your thigh, her pussy resting against yours, your other leg wrapping around her hip, tugging her to you, your hand cupping at her ass.

“Oh fuck…” she muttered as your hands guided her to roll against you, her clit dragging right against yours.

“Good girl.” You murmured, “just like that.”

Your hand encouraged her hips to roll again, gasping at the contact as she brushed right up on you. Erin’s head dropped back in a breathy groan, grinding against you harder this time, sparks racing through her body at the contact of the sensitive nub. Doing your best from your sitting position to thrust your hips up to meet hers your lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking the supple skin into your mouth. Tongue dancing and lapping at the pert nub, tracing patterns around it while your teeth gently scraped over it. Erin’s breathing picked up, panting out a litter or swears as the speed of her hips continued to increase.

The hand that was tangled into your hand shifted around to your chest, pushing you down into the bed, giving her more leverage to move her cunt against yours, chasing her own release. You swore at the friction, hips jolting up toward hers, your lips swiftly catching hers in another kiss. It was hot a breathy, full of gasps and moans as you whimpered practically into each other’s lungs.

With the new angle you were able to slip your hand around her hip, fingers easily sinking into her dripping pussy. Erin moaned at the sudden intrusion, burying her head into the crook of your neck as your hand began to fuck her in rhythm with her hips. Your fingers twisted, curling to search for the spongey sensitive spot within her fluttering walls. You felt your pussy clench around nothing as Erin ground heavily against your clit, her teeth sinking into your neck, beginning to suck and lick a heavy mark on your skin. Your free hand wrapped into her hair, pushing her deeper against your body, your own hips gyrating up to meet hers, your skin could feel the fire burning within you, building with each roll of your hips.

Your fingers pumped easily into her, scissoring, dragging across every inch of her walls, her moans getting louder with each thrust, even if they were muffled by your shoulder. Erin began to shudder against you, thighs clamping down around yours as she started to stutter, her pussy fluttering quicker and tighter around your fingers. You increased the pressure as you curled your fingers inside her, grinding your hips up against her clit the best you could while she yelped out, reaching her climax.

It only took a moment for her to take a shaky breath, body shivering as she pulled off you, ducking down quickly. You cried out in surprise as her fingers plunged into you with ease, lips wrapping around your clit. She could already feel how close you were from just having her body on you, from the way she’d scissored into your cunt. Groaning at the taste of your juices she lapped them up, circling around your clit with her tongue. Her fingers curled perfectly, hitting your gspot and you moaned loudly, your thighs trembling around her head. The coil burned deep within you, racing to the surface as she sucked heavily at your clit, pulling it into her mouth, teeth scraping against it just the perfect amount and you swore loudly, body shaking, jolting to a still as your orgasm shot through you.

The hand in her hair relaxed as you dropped down into the pillows, panting for breath, tugging Erin up next to you. Your arm wrapped around her, encouraging her to curl around your body, hand coming up to gently play with her hair. Her nails softly traced patterns in your bare skin, giving you both a comfortable silence to come back to earth. She hummed pleasantly at the feeling of your lips meeting the top of your head.

“Well that was worth the wait.” She teased, murmuring into the room. You chuckled, swatting at her ass.

“It was.” You tilted her chin up, “but I’m not waiting another two months of bullshit flirting at company parties to do it again.”

“Who said you had to wait at all?” Erin smirked, laughing at the way you yelped as she flipped you back over, the smile evident on both of your lips as she met yours in a slightly more gentle kiss this time.

It may have taken a while, but at least you were most definitely on the same page now, and more than ever willing to keep the fun going.

[shina913]

Intersect, Part 5 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 5

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader; with appearances by OT7

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 7.9K+ words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; secret office romance; unrequited love; pining; light physical threats (nothing really happens); hints of toxic relationship; heavy alcohol consumption; hangover aftermath; lots of crying; soft-Joon; a character gets injured

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: I was going to split this but thought--whatever, I'm out of time and needed to get this update out! Lots of stuff happening here and I had to backtrack and watch a few Run BTS episodes--which is not really a problem. Anyway, I've also been wanting to write about Namjoon's Patek Philippe watch...and here it is, finally!

One more note--a few of these scenes here were inspired by an episode of Insecure from their final season (sorry, I love that show so much)! I love me some Molly and Taurean ♥️ Anyway--ENJOY!

You didn’t know what to say to Jungkook. Another excuse? Truthfully, you didn’t even want to think of one.

“Fuck this. I mean…if I was dad, I’d be getting my shotgun ready.”

“You’re overreacting, Jungkook-ah,” you said blandly.

“Like hell I am!” He’s pacing the room, nostrils flaring. Pissed that Yoongi had canceled last-minute…again.

You were in the kitchen, your hip leaning against the counter, staring at your phone with your thumb hovering over your text application’s keypad, contemplating a response.

It’s fine–I understand.

I sprung this on you and didn’t really expect you to be there.

I’m sorry if you felt pressured. 

Would any of those work, you thought to yourself.

We never really talked about the state of our relationship.

Relationship? Would you even call it that? Maybe you missed the part where you two defined it or put a label on it. Your screen went dark and locked up from inactivity.

“Noona?”

Your brother was incredibly perceptive. He was a chaotic chatterbox when he was excited or riled up about something but he was quiet when he needed to be. And when he was, he listened intently…and felt profoundly.

“Hm?”

“C’mon, let’s go out for ice cream,” he urges.

Jungkook noticed your reticence and felt that you needed a respite.

“Uhm–” you hesitated for a moment.

“It will be refreshing, I promise. My treat,” he coaxes with a soft smile.

******

It was a humid evening. Although the walk around the block was pretty torturous due to the mugginess, you were still relieved that Jungkook convinced you to come out for a treat–momentarily forgetting the reason for tonight’s disappointment.

The snack shop had a variety of options–from fried snacks to sweets like dessert crepes, boba tea, and ice cream.

“I think I’m gonna get the hot fudge sundae,” Jungkook utters while you both stand in line, looking at all of the offerings on the overhead display screen behind the counter.

“How ‘bout you, noona? What do you feel like?”

“Can’t we just split that?” you asked.

“Uhh…” he hesitated. Jungkook was not big on sharing–especially with his favorite snacks.

“Fuck, fine. Not sure why I even asked,” you muttered. “I guess I’ll just have my standby mint-chip ice cream.”

Then comes a soft gagging sound, which you ignored.

“Maybe I’ll get a triple-scoop in a waffle bowl.”

The gagging becomes more apparent this time and you caught the person who stood ahead of you with their shoulders heaving.

You finally scoffed and tapped them on the back. ”Excuse me, do you have a problem with my dessert choices?”

When he turns around, Jungkook’s eyes immediately light up.

******

Namjoon grimaces as he watches you consume spoonfuls of acid-green ice cream into your mouth. You look at him pointedly.

“I’m sorry, but that is just the most disgusting flavor ever invented.”

“‘Disgusting’ is such a strong word, Namjoon,” you said as you broke off a piece of your waffle bowl to mix it with your next bite. 

Jungkook was busy inhaling his sundae–which he got with a double serving of fudge, whipped cream, and extra cherries.

Namjoon was halfway through his strawberry, banana, and nutella crepe when he was distracted by the minty scent of your dessert, after the three of you decided to share a table where you sat across from him.

He listened to you hum in appreciation and watched as your tongue licked the back of the spoon clean. “Delicious. You should try it sometime,” you urged.

“My mouth is watering already,” he meant it to be sarcastic but it came out a little too huskily.

You raised your eyebrows at his comment.

He coughs to clear his throat. “What I mean is–I love oral hygiene as much as the next person but I don’t have any desire to ingest anything that tastes like something to clean my mouth with.”

You started to think about his mouth since he mentioned it twice already…but you rolled your eyes instead. “The mint flavor is meant to be refreshing and cooling during a hot day!”

He snorted. “That’s a completely redundant argument and you know it.”

“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”

“It’s ice cream! You could pick any flavor! It will cool you down, regardless, because it is already cold to begin with!” He shakes his clenched fists passionately to make a point.

“You’re just a hater,” you said, then upturned your chin dismissively.

He smirked. “What–no smartass comeback from Miss YN? Did I actually win this one?”

You scoffed. “It’s not just the mint. There’s chocolate in there, too! What’s not to love?”

“Respectfully, YN–let’s break down the ingredients, shall we? It’s a combination of something that people are fond of–chocolate,” he holds one palm up slowly, “Which is then bastardized with a smattering of toothpaste flavor,” he presents the other palm more aggressively before clasping his hands together. “Combined? You’re brushing your teeth and eating chocolate at the same time. It’s just…blasphemous,” he shook his head.

“Wow, you really have a strong opinion about this,” you commented, as he continued to eat his crepe.

Namjoon was about to open his mouth to make another point but you both pause when you hear Jungkook sniggering.

You turned your attention to him to find that he had been watching you both go back and forth this whole time.

“Oh, please keep going! Don’t stop on my account. This is too good,” he says, scrunching his nose into a big, bunny smile.

******

“Maaannn–hyung-nim is hilarious!”

You’re not sure how it happened but Jungkook managed to get permission from Namjoon to call him ‘hyung.’

“Don’t get too comfortable, Jungkook,” you said sarcastically as you both walked back to your apartment.

“You know, noona, I’m starting to think you were just making up all that shit this whole time–”

“Excuse me?”

He laughs. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. He seems so nice though?”

You sighed. “I mean–to be fair, you’ve never seen him in top form–his most annoying form,” you clarified.

But something’s changed. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He had been surprisingly less argumentative and even complimentary the last few days at work, especially after turning in that proposal to the Moonstone Foundation.

That Friday night at bowling, he was joking around, laughing with the rest of the group, and talking trash–not to be mean-spirited. He was just out having fun.

Until of course, that awkward run-in–which was in the back of your mind while you were at the snack shop. You didn’t want to bring it up on account of your brother being there. You figured it was a sore subject that he didn’t want to delve into.

You weren’t really part of his social circle–the happy hour was an isolated event, to say the least. But you were starting to see him in a new light and somehow, it didn’t bother you.

“Or…maybe he just didn’t want to be insufferable since you were there,” you said, trying to justify it.

You both arrived at your front gate and he takes the keys from you to unlock it. Once you both stepped into your home and left your shoes at the door, he sighs.

“Yeah. Or maybe he’s just misunderstood? I don’t know.”

“I wouldn’t know either. We don’t have that kind of relationship anyway,” you said. Your comment wasn’t meant to be dismissive–it was just a fact.

“I might take his advice though–I mean, he didn’t have to say all those things but he gave me a lot to think about,” he says as he turns your portable air conditioner on to full blast before plopping down on the couch, leaning his head back onto the cushion.

When Jungkook talked about deciding on whether to get right into the workforce or go to grad school, Namjoon kindly gave him some advice on the pros and cons of either one.

“You’re right, he didn’t have to do that,” you said as you also had this same conversation with Jungkook in the past but left it up to him to decide on what to do next.

“I know–and he didn’t have to offer to write me a letter of recommendation to any chosen grad program that I wanted to enroll in–if that's what I decided to do,” he laughs.

“That was incredibly generous of him,” you commented as you took the spot next to him, after he grumbled that you were blocking his air.

“Yeah…really generous,” Jungkook says wistfully.

He then turns head towards you. “Are you sure you guys haven’t fucked?”

You instinctively punch him in the arm.

He throws his head back in laughter. “I’m so glad I came out here, noona.”

“Yeah…me, too.”

******

The next morning, before he set off on his long drive back to university, you were running through a mental checklist in your head to make sure that he had enough provisions to get him through his roadtrip.

He rolled his eyes. “Geez, you’re worse than mom,” he jokes.

“You’re still my little brother. Just shut up and let me take care of you!”

He relents and lets you have your way. When he has everything packed up, you hand him some cash–for food, gas, or a hotel stay.

“This is way too much, noona,” he says as he tries to hand you back some of the money.

You pushed his hand back towards him. “Just take it, Kookie. It’s a long drive–and between us? I know that I am not the struggling student here.”

He smiles then pockets the money before he envelops you in a tight embrace.

“Feel free to come see me whenever, okay?” He murmurs into your hair.

“How much of a heads up do you need in case you had any guests at your off-campus apartment?”

He giggled in response, releasing you from his hold. “Hey…listen…I’m sorry for the things I said about Yoongi.”

You sighed in response. “Oh, Jungkookie, I’m not mad or anything.”

“Yeah, but I don’t even know the guy. I could be wrong about him. And I’m wrong a lot, you know,” he gives you a half-smile. “Maybe the timing’s just bad or…” he trails off.

“I guess. But that’s not really anything that you should worry about,” you said.

“And neither should you. I just want you to be happy, sis–that’s all.”

As annoying as your brother was most times, it made your heart lurch at how absolutely sweet he could be. “Thanks, butthead.”

With a grin and one final hug, he was off.

A few minutes later, a text message comes through.

Yoongi: Hey…I was wondering if I could stop by later. Can we talk?

******

You stood in your kitchen, arms crossed over your chest while leaning against the counter while Yoongi sat on your couch quietly.

After some awkward smalltalk, you finally decided to just rip the bandage off. “You know, Yoongi–we don’t have to do this,” you began.

“No, YN. I–I’ve been unfair to you these last few days and you deserve an explanation.”

“What happened, Yoongi? Just be honest with me. Was it something that I said or did?”

“No, no. It’s not that. It’s…me. It’s on me,” he says, with his hands on his chest, as he turns to look at you.

“I don’t get it. I thought that…I thought that we were–to use your words, ‘having fun?’”

“We are…were,” he says, rubbing his face with his palms.

Here come the past tense references. You chuckled to yourself.

“I saw Cici at the conference.”

“Sorry, who?”

“Cici. My…” he exhaled sharply, as if to pace himself, “Ex-girlfriend.”

It occurred to you that he hadn’t really mentioned her name or talked about her much.

“She’s in public policy, too.” Yoongi says unnecessarily and pauses.

You rubbed your cheek and rested your mouth over your palm, in deep thought while dreading the next words that would come out of his mouth. You never really prodded or asked about his ex. He may have mentioned her once or twice during your many conversations but you were too enraptured in the moment.

You attempted to steady your already shaky breath. “Okay…and?”

“And we talked.”

Another long pause.

“I had to think things through carefully because…she broke my heart and…we just wanted different things. It took me a while to get over that and I really didn’t want to be in that place again. I was done with it…or–at least, I thought I was. A-and then…”

“So you fucked.” You said it in a very simplistic tone.

“No, no!” he said adamantly. “No, it wasn’t like that.”

Somehow, his denial didn’t bring you any relief. The tears were starting to build up but you shifted your position, distracting yourself to prevent them from falling.

“The rest of the week, I was just really confused. I was just letting it all sink in…and then I thought about you and…”

You shook your head gently. You wanted to believe that was true–but couldn’t bring yourself to it. You took a few steps to the other counter that was closer to the couch, arms spread on either side of you while your palms gripped the underside of the lip.

“Just cut the shit, Yoongi, please.” You begged him to end the torture this moment…you held your breath.

He inhales sharply then exhales to get the rest of his thoughts out. “I…We…decided that we were going to try and work things out.”

The second you released that breath, you felt the tears rapidly making their way to the forefront. You bit the inside of your cheek, hanging on to whatever minute fiber of self-preservation you had within you.

“I-I’m sorry, YN. I…didn’t mean to–”

“Stop, please. I don’t want to hear it.”

“No, YN. I just feel horrible about this. I’ve been struggling with it since I got back. You’re such a great person–”

“Yoongi, please…” your voice was barely a whisper.

He rises to move towards you but you hold your hands up in defense, stopping him in his tracks. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head again. “I’d like you to leave.”

He stands there, of two minds about it–he wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to blur the lines further.

You opened your eyes, seeing that he hasn’t moved an inch. “I said, I’d like you to leave. Now.” you said a bit more firmly before turning your back towards him, your head in your hands.

“YN–I’m really–”

“Fuck, are you deaf?” You snapped as you rapidly turned back to look at him, eyes filled with rage. “I said, go!” You yelled out.

He gives a curt nod, picks up his jacket and walks towards the doorway.

You turned away from him once more and as soon as you heard the door click, you collapsed onto your kitchen floor.

******

Although you wanted to spend the day in your pajamas, just laying in bed and watching a Friends marathon on TV–you still had to go to the staff retreat out of town–which unfortunately, Yoongi was going to as well.

You had to pull yourself together.

You found the strength to pack your bag first thing in the morning and still had plenty of time to make it to the coordinated bus ride to the location.

People seemed to really like the beach last year as opposed to the mountains and staying in log cabins in previous years. Everyone had voted and Celina recognized the democratic process and booked a whole resort for three days and two nights for your company, packed with team building and extracurricular activities.

You sat with Mirai on the bus and were quiet for most of the ride. However, you frequently chatted her up so she wouldn’t have to ask questions.

******

After everyone is checked into their rooms, you all gathered out to the beachfront where Celina gives her welcome remarks.

She thanks the HR and administrative support teams for organizing and planning everything. She goes on to give a rough layout of what’s to happen during your stay at the resort. She emphasizes that although most of the activities were to encourage getting to know your teammates better and strengthening the level of trust in them, it was still meant to be a way to relax and decompress after a long and arduous proposal and conference season.

You weren’t exactly sure how relaxation would be possible since the current source of your stress was standing just a few feet from you. After Celina’s remarks, she instructs everyone to break into their regular working teams to prepare for the Office Olympics.

As you begin to walk off with Jimin and Mirai, you see Yoongi closing in on you.

“Hey guys, wait up!” You call out to them, effectively warding him off. You’re not sure for how long but you were determined to avoid him as much as you possibly could for the duration of the retreat.

Namjoon was off with his own team while Yoongi was teamed up with a couple of research fellows who didn’t have any direct reports underneath them.

There were six events in all. Whichever team garners the most points by the end of Day 2 is awarded the gold medal.

Jin and the finance team were determined to be in serious contention this year since they finished two points behind your team. It was a bitter loss to him.

The first event was table tennis–which Jin and his team aced. Typical…but you took the loss in stride. You still finished second and what was important was to accumulate enough points at the end of the day to get to the finish line.

Second event was a limbo bar relay–where teams had to carry another teammate on their back to pass through it.

“That’s impossible,” Yoongi says with a chuckle as Celina explains the rules.

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s easy! Look–c’mon, Jimin,” you said as you stood back-to-back, linking elbows, before lifting him up on your back then walking under the bar. “See? It’s not that difficult,” you said to him.

Needless to say, your team slayed the event, thanks to your relatively lithe teammates.

The third event was dodgeball.

For the final round, the last four teams were combined for a sudden death match to finalize the day’s leaderboard. Jin and Namjoon’s team were paired together while your team and Yoongi’s team were merged.

Things got very intense pretty quickly so there wasn’t enough time for awkwardness with Yoongi. Each team took major hits until Namjoon’s team was completely eliminated. The last ones standing were you, Jin, and Yoongi. You picked up a ball and hurled it at Jin, which he avoided. He then takes his turn and throws it at you. You swerved to avoid it, unaware of Yoongi’s current position behind you.

Yoongi dives to the ground in an attempt to catch the ball to throw it back at Jin to eliminate him–but he miscalculates, losing his footing and falling on his shoulder—hard.

Everyone sitting on the sidelines gasps. Yoongi slowly rolls over, wincing and writhing in pain. You instinctively walk towards him to check his condition but someone else beats you to it.

“Can someone please call a medic? Or call hotel staff to get an ambulance and bring him to the emergency room to get checked out,” Celina orders. She then proceeds to ask Yoongi where he thought the pain was coming from and if he could stand up.

As head of the company, she took it upon herself to be liable for each and everyone of you. Jimin had an ill-timed rupture in his appendix during last year’s retreat. She rode in the ambulance with him, stayed until he was out of surgery, and the doctors gave him the all-clear for the evening.

“I’ll go to the concierge,” her assistant says.

On account of Yoongi’s injury and while waiting for the ambulance to take them to the nearest emergency room, Celina proposes that everyone get the same score for the third event to add to the end-of-day tally–which all teams were amenable to.

The day’s standings were:

1 - Team YN

2 - Team Jin

3 - Team Namjoon

Jimin and Mirai were elated–and you thought you would be, too. While you were reeling from what Yoongi had done to you, this was the last thing that you wanted to happen to him.

******

It was after dark by the time Yoongi and Celina returned to the hotel–or so Jimin says to you while you walk out to the elevators together. Once you both arrive at the lobby, you were walking towards the beachfront to meet up with Mirai and the others to enjoy a pre-dinner bonfire when you found Yoongi sitting by himself on one of the beach chairs by the pool with his arm in a sling.

You thought twice about approaching him to check whether he was okay–before you knew it, you were walking out towards the pool and told Jimin you’d catch up to him in a few minutes. 

“Are you alright?” You tried to keep your tone distant.

Your question startles Yoongi as looks back to find you standing behind him.

“Fine, thanks. I appreciate you checking on me,” he says quietly.

“Well, you’re not dead so–that’s a relief, I guess,” you smile sardonically then turn on your heel and start to walk away.

Before you get too far, he stands up and calls out to you. “Hey…”

You groaned before turning back to him. “What?”

“A-are you okay?” 

“Why? Do I not look okay?”

“You…you look like you hate me.”

“Well, gee, I wonder why,” you mutter sarcastically.

“Listen…for what it’s worth, this isn’t easy for me either.”

“Oh yeah, you look really destroyed.”

“YN…I thought that we were just having fun, messing around—I didn’t think that you were looking for anything serious. You even wanted to keep it a secret at the office…“

That floored you. “Wha—’messing around’? I wouldn’t ask you to meet my brother if I was just messing around with you—“

“Look–I’m really sorry about all this. I think you’re really great and I’m just really messed up. Cici and I–have been broken up for a year…A-and I really thought that I was ready for someone new and that I had given things enough time to settle. When we bumped into each other that day at the office, I thought you looked beautiful and–”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” you spat out at him. Was he trying to gaslight you?

“YN, please–keep your voice down.”

“Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do,” you whispered harshly at him. “You–pursued me…and then you played me,” you said bitterly while you pointed your finger at him. “I thought that we had something–all those things that you said to me–”

“YN, in our line of work, we’re never supposed to trust anything unless the evidence is empirical. I thought that you, of all people, would know that.”

“And I thought that you were a sincere person. Not just somebody who was trying to test out a fucking theory on a controlled sample!” you seethed. 

Namjoon

This felt wrong…intrusive, even.

He could have just gone about his business to meet up with Hobi and Jin at the bar for a drink, like he had originally intended.

But something about this scene that was unfolding in front of him kept him rooted to his position.

YN looked evidently upset. Not annoyed or combative like she usually is. Trouble in paradise? She looks genuinely at a loss. What was Yoongi saying to her?

He contemplated moving a little closer to hear. 

No, too obvious.

Namjoon had never seen her in this state. No matter how many barbs he hurled at her, she always managed to toss them back at him, with an even sharper edge. She always, always stood her ground when it came to him.

Now here she was…seemingly cowering in Yoongi’s presence. He has her in some sort of…trance. And it’s messing with her head.

Namjoon is not sure why he’s worried about this. It’s really none of his business. This is why he didn’t involve himself with anybody at work. Everything would just get too personal.

He watches her jerk her neck backwards in disgust. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she says loudly.

“YN, please…keep your voice down,” he says in an annoyingly calm demeanor–practically dismissive.

She whispers something else to him–she was clearly pissed as she started talking with her hands. It was something that Namjoon was used to seeing when she was trying to make a point.

“YN, in our line of work, we’re never supposed to trust anything unless the evidence is empirical. I thought that you, of all people, would know that.”

“And I thought that you were a sincere person. Not just somebody who was trying to test out a fucking theory on a controlled sample!” She hissed in rapid-fire succession.

Shit, YN was storming off…and headed towards where Namjoon stood. He panics as he tries to figure out where to go–because it won’t be long until she–

“Ah!” She gasps as she slams right into Namjoon’s chest.

He took a good look at her face as she peered up at him–her eyes were bloodshot and cheeks were stained with tears.

“S-sorry,” she scrambles embarrassingly while gently pushing off him to run back indoors.

You missed the group dinner, opting to order some room service instead–which you barely touched.

After a good cry, you paced around your room. You were sad before but now you were pissed. Actually, you were incensed–not just at Yoongi but for allowing yourself to be duped by him.

You decided that you would let loose tonight–even just for a little bit. You wouldn’t let Yoongi dampen your mood.

You put on a black, sleeveless, high-neck knit top and a silky, shell-colored, calf-length ruched skirt with a high-slit that showed off a little leg. It wasn’t quite work-appropriate but when you packed this outfit in your suitcase, being appropriate was the last thing on your mind.

******

As soon as you stepped into the hotel lounge, you walked straight up to the bar and ordered a double-shot of tequila. You were vaguely aware of Namjoon two seats down from you, nursing a glass of whiskey.

You were disconcerted since you basically walked right into his chest while trying to make a hasty getaway from Yoongi.

But tonight wasn’t about them. You’d deal with the questions and aftermath later.

His absence did not shock you–not that you were searching for him or anything. With his shoulder injury from earlier this afternoon, perhaps he figured that drinking might not be the smartest decision for him.

Celina was there but typically only stayed for a couple of glasses of wine, mingling a bit with staff before calling it a night. She loved her staff with all her heart and treated them like equals…like family.

But she drew the line when drinking was involved. She wanted to keep the image of an immaculately competent and professional staff in her head, refusing to see them in various levels of inebriation while possibly engaging in some form of debauchery.

Somehow, everyone treated that as a respectable decision–and staff have yet to go overboard when it came to partying. She joked that it was plausible deniability for her.

“C’mon! One more,” you waved the bartender over, slamming the glass onto the counter while ordering your sixth shot of tequila. Salt and limes scattered everywhere.

“That’s…uh–that’s a lot, YN. Did you eat at all today?” Namjoon asks, sounding concerned.

“Do you dance, Namjoon?” you ask him as you watch the bartender pour you another shot.

“Uh–n-not in public,” he says, a little fearful of what you might do next.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” You picked up the glass and threw it back quickly.

“YN–I…”

Before he could finish his thought, you were already strutting your way to the dancefloor, swaying your body to the beat. He stared at you, dumbfounded.

“C’mon, Namjoon! Live a little,” you said as you undulated your hips. Those multiple shots of tequila had worked their way deep into your veins now.

You locate Jimin on the dancefloor, who was dancing with Mirai. You start to vibe with him…and as soon as you close in, he instantly wraps his arm around your waist and rolls his hips, complementing your movements. God, he was such a good dancer, you thought. Hobi and Tae join in shortly and it wasn’t long before the DJ had everyone hyped up.

Meanwhile, Namjoon remained seated, with his eyes glued to you.

******

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuuuuucckkk.

You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck…or several. Or maybe one really long train that had an infinite number of cars. Either way…fuck.

You open your eyes and catch a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand. 12:25PM.

“Shit,” you muttered. You realized you had already missed the majority of the second and final round of the Office Olympics today. You picked up your phone to find several missed calls and texts from Mirai.

You hated disappointing your teammates but truth be told, they might have fared better without you as your hangover is rendering you completely useless today. You send Mirai a quick text letting her know that you were alive and that you’d apologize properly later.

You sat up–very gingerly. You look around the room–thank god that the blackout curtains were drawn. They would not have helped your headache.

You lifted the sheets and looked down at your outfit. Your shoes were off, skirt was still on–but somehow your top was askew. One side was sitting atop your right shoulder while the other half still had your arm inserted through the hole. Did somebody try to get you out of it but ultimately decided that it was a lost cause?

You ran your fingers through your hair–it still felt and, you sniffed it–smelled clean, which means that you didn’t throw up. Or perhaps you did and somebody had the presence of mind to pull it back for you?

You look around the bed to find scattered pieces of Skittles–or were they M&Ms?

There were also a couple more empty bottles from the mini bar scattered on the covers.

You rubbed your temples, groaning and cursing repeatedly–not just from the throbbing headache but the sinking feeling of whatever occurred here after you blacked out.

You turn to find a bottle of water next to a couple of sachets of ibuprofen sitting on the nightstand. You immediately tear one open and wash it down–willing it to work as soon as possible.

You then attempted to stand. Surprisingly, you managed to stay on your feet without feeling like the room was spinning. You glance downwards to find one of the trash bins next to the bed.

Somebody must have really taken good care of you last night.

You shed the rest of your top and decide to take a shower to hopefully aid in curing this hangover.

Before heading into the en suite bathroom, you notice something sticking out between the pillow and sheets. You walked back to take a closer look. You retrieved it then held it up, knowing full well that it wasn’t yours–because when did you ever wear men’s watches?

“Oh shit,” you gasped.

******

You walked into the hotel coffee shop a little after 1:30, wearing dark sunglasses, a hoodie and a pair of leggings then went up to the bartender to order a glass of orange juice. Thankfully, it wasn’t the bartender from last night–you couldn’t quite deal with that aftermath just yet.

“Hey! There’s our party animal!”

You looked over to find Jimin waving you over to their table–where Mirai, Taehyung, Hobi, and Namjoon were already seated.

“Uh–hey,” you croaked out in their direction. You politely asked the bartender to bring your order over to the table instead.

As you walk over to your teammates, Jin passes you.

“YN! Thanks for handing me the win today–although, I have to say, it would have been much sweeter had I actually faced you in the finale,” he says with a chuckle before walking away.

You sat with your group, taking the empty seat adjacent to Namjoon and set your glasses down on the table.

“You look like you need some samgyeopsal,” Hobi teases.

You groaned. “Don’t look at me, please. I look hideous. Although–samgyeopsal sounds good right about now,” you retorted.

After the bartender delivers your orange juice, they proceed to talk about how neck and neck both teams were–until Jin ultimately claimed victory. When the final result was announced, Jin and the finance team did a whole victory lap with Jin walking around the room after receiving his gold medal, his arms spread out while humming the graduation march theme enthusiastically.

“I’m really sorry for missing out this morning and letting you down, guys–”

The team waves you off and takes it in stride. Mirai mentions that she was more worried about you surviving the night.

“So uh–actually, as I was walking over here, I…happened to find a watch in the hallway,” you lied. “It was nowhere near my room or anything,” you said defensively. “B-but it was on the same floor. Strangest thing,” you babbled.

“I was wondering if any of you knew whom it belonged to?” You unzipped your purse and pulled the item out–brown alligator skin bracelet, black-brown dial, enclosed in a rose-gold casing with a matching clasp. It was also heavy–like it cost a fortune.

“It’s a Patek Philippe–”

“Uhh..that would be mine.”

You looked over at Namjoon, who was smiling sheepishly.

Your eyebrows rose–and you tried your best to keep your jaw from dropping. “Oh.”

You absentmindedly handed it to him. Cold sweat prickles through your skin as he takes it from you, and you watch him secure the pricey trinket around his right wrist.

“Thanks. I went looking all over for it last night,” he says with a chuckle.

“So” you clasped your hands, desperate to change the subject. “Did you guys do anything fun last night?”

The team, with the exception of Namjoon, begin cackling.

“Oh man–you were really gone last night, weren’t you, YN?” Taehyung says.

Hobi picks up his phone and unlocks it.

“No–not the video,” Mirai winces.

“What? It’s funny!” Jimin chuckles.

“I’m really, really sorry, YN. I tried to put a stop to it,” she says apologetically.

“Here, see for yourself,” Hobi says as he queues something up on the screen.

You gasp in horror as you watch yourself twerking on the dancefloor, surrounded by your colleagues as they egged you on.

You felt your soul leave your body, hand flying into your mouth–which was widely agape. “Oh my god,” you breathed into your hand, extremely mortified.

“Alright, alright–that’s enough,” Namjoon says as he gives Hobi and the rest of the table a stern look.

“Let’s not pretend that we haven’t all done the same thing at one point in our lives,” he says.

“Sorry, YN-ssi. I’m deleting it now–see?” Hobi says as he shows you his screen, then proceeds to delete it permanently from his cloud account. “Please don’t fire me,” he says softly to Namjoon.

You smiled at him before glancing over to Namjoon, mouthing a quiet ‘thanks’ to him.

After lunch, another enrichment and team-building session was scheduled in the next hour. As the team disperses, you pull Namjoon aside.

“Hey, uh–thanks for…having my back there,” you said. “To tell you the truth, I actually found your watch under my pillow. Not to add the awkwardness but uhm–did…did something else happen last night? I mean, did we–” you made a face, hoping he’d get the hint and that you didn’t have to spell it out for him.

“Oh!” He says with a look of realization. “N-no, no. No, we didn’t,” he says, shaking his head vigorously. “You were really out of it. I just helped you back to your room,” he explains.

“Because when I woke up, my top was–”

He stifles a smile. “Uhm–that was all you. I laid you on the bed and turned away for a minute to get you a warm towel from the bathroom. Then by the time I got back, you had already gotten into the mini bar. You said that you wanted some Skittles—like, desperately. Once I managed to pull you away, you then kept saying that you were feeling hot but cold at the same time…and then you kept trying to take your top off–”

He stopped talking as he saw you visibly cringing in embarrassment and looking disgusted as he gave you a play-by-play of last night’s events. 

“A-anyway–I uh–didn’t look. I just made sure that you got to bed…safely,” he finishes.

You closed your eyes–wishing you could disappear right this moment. You felt sick to your stomach. If the alcohol didn’t make you throw up this morning, hearing about how incredibly messy you got last night was enough to do the trick.

“Jesus…I’m so, so, sorry, Namjoon.”

“Hey–don’t worry about it. Happens to the best of us,” he shrugs. He was unusually understanding and calm about it and you weren’t quite sure why. And then you suddenly remember why you got wasted in the first place…and that he was perhaps also aware of it.

“Are you okay, though?”

You caught your lips between your teeth. “I’ll be fine. Thank you…really. I, uh–might just go for a walk…get some fresh air.”

“Sure–I’m sure Celina will understand,” he says. “My back already hurts from all the heavy lifting I’ve had to do to lead most of the sessions,” he jokes.

“I’m sorry–I just feel like…like I can’t get my shit together today. It’s not going to do anybody any good,” you grimaced.

“I’m only kidding,” he says. “Just go take some time to yourself.”

You thanked him and promised you’d be back for closing remarks later this evening. Division leaders were tasked to give motivational speeches to the whole team–to keep momentum going and to stay focused in meeting your company’s vision and goals.

******

That evening, you somehow managed to pull yourself together to deliver a rousing pep-talk to the whole team. Afterwards, you made a swift exit to sit by the courtyard overlooking the beach, trying to enjoy the quiet before running into Yoongi again when you returned to the office.

“Hi.”

Namjoon’s soft greeting startles you and you try to swipe quickly at your tears. “Hi,” you replied.

“May I?” He asks to take the seat next to you.

“Sure.”

After he took a seat, he sighed deeply. “Nice view, huh?”

“I guess,” you said, noncommittal. 

“By the way–nice speech earlier.”

During your speech, you remarked about learning how to pick yourself up when you fail and to use it as a learning experience, as motivation, as fuel–to propel you to success.

“Thank you,” you said. 

You sat side-by-side, quietly listening to the breeze caressing the trees.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His offer takes you by surprise.

Although he took care of you last night, you weren’t sure if perhaps there was some underlying ill-intent here–something that he could possibly use against you to make himself look better. These last couple of years, you and Namjoon have traded barbs every chance you got. Your hesitation was warranted.

“Or–not,” he says softly. “I’d completely understand if I was the last person you’d like to talk about this with.”

A soft sob escapes your lips. You wished you could call Jungkook and cry to him–he would go completely feral over what Yoongi had done but he wouldn’t judge you.

Namjoon’s hand hovers over your back–which was now hunched over and trembling from your whimpers.

And then he thinks, fuck it, and he finally drops it, his palm cupping your shoulder, rubbing it softly in consolation.

His touch felt comforting–it was as warm as Jungkook’s hugs and words of encouragement.

“He said that…that he and his ex decided to work things out after all,” you began, eyeing a teardrop’s stain on your pant leg.

“He somehow realized that maybe he wasn’t ready to jump into another relationship just yet. And that, uh…he was sorry that he led me on.”

Namjoon chewed at his bottom lip–trying to think of what to say to make you feel better. It was a horrid feeling and he wasn’t sure whether saying something would make things worse.

“I-I’m sorry to hear that, YN,” was all he could muster.

You sighed deeply. “You know, it really sucks when you find out that the people you’ve admired most of your life are actually huge letdowns in the grand scheme of things.”

“Or maybe I’m just not good enough for him,” you whispered.

Namjoon flinched and wanted so badly to negate that.

But you scoff and shake your thoughts away, becoming mildly aware of whom you were conversing with. “Uggghhhh,” you swipe aggressively at your eyes, trying to rid yourself of these tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying and simping over some guy whom I barely even know. I mean, it’s not like he promised me anything. I shouldn’t be this upset,” you said gruffly, defensively…trying to dismiss your feelings.

“You can try to rationalize all you want but because of your altered brain chemistry, your body can still produce an emotional response,” he says.

You glared at him, sniffling. “Is this your idea of comfort? What are you, a robot?”

He chuckled lightly at your slight annoyance. ”Look…I’m just saying…you’re not crazy for feeling hurt. Let’s just say that…I know the feeling very well.”

You eyed him carefully. “Well, damn! Who hurt you, Kim Namjoon?”

The laugh that rumbled out of him was deep and hearty but it had a tinge of ache to it.

Your eyes bulge out immediately. “Oh my…was it–the woman from the bar? When we went bowling?”

He smiled ruefully then nodded. “That was my ex–Mayumi. I hadn’t seen her in…two years? Needless to say, things between us didn’t end amicably back then.” He poked his tongue against his cheek.

“We had been together since our freshman year in college and she stuck with me until I finished my doctorate. She loved me and had a lot of patience. Until…she ran out of both those things and decided that she’d had enough.”

Suddenly, he felt like a kindred spirit. For the last couple of years, he was the one hold-out amongst senior staff. You’d gotten along with everyone–not like BFFs, but you at least got to know your colleagues enough to know about little bits of their personal lives that you could carry on a casual conversation like, asking about how their pet’s surgery went, did their partner finish that marathon they’d been training for, was their child able to get a spot at their top-choice preschool?

But Namjoon? You barely knew anything about the guy apart from where he got his doctorate from, who his undergrad mentor was, how many publications he had, his notable lectures and expert congressional testimonies. It was all surface-stuff–things you could read off his resume.

This same man–who equally knew the same amount of surface-stuff about you, took it upon himself to haul your drunk-ass back to your room, leaving a bottle of water and a couple of packets of ibuprofen–clearly purchased from the hotel front desk–to cure the raging headache that you were about to wake up to. He even had the forethought to place the trash bin close to the bed, in case you had to yak in the middle of the night. Thankfully, you did not–which was a miracle–despite the amount of alcohol that you consumed.

And now here he was, baring his soul and his own story about heartbreak to you. You’ve come a long way since that day he admonished and kicked you out of his office for overriding his authority.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Namjoon,” you said, returning his words of sympathy.

He clicked his teeth. “Ah, it’s all in the past. She’s clearly happier now. Definitely much more than I could have made her then. It is what it is.”

You cleared your throat. “By the way, I can’t thank you enough for what you did for me last night–or, I guess, this morning. Not my finest moment,” you said with a hint of embarrassment.

“It just felt like the right thing to do. And you don’t have to be embarrassed about it. We’ve all had–moments like those. We don’t have to revisit them,” he says. “I also want to thank you for returning my watch. Uhm–I’m pretty terrible when it comes to hanging on to my things and up until last night, I always managed to keep that watch close to me. I would have legitimately cried if I had lost it.”

“Pretty fancy watch,” you remarked. “W-was it a gift from her?”

He smiled warmly then shook his head. “It was a gift to myself. I bought it after I became Associate Director,” he says.

You made an ‘ah’ gesture with your mouth and nodded.

“It wasn’t cheap,” he chuckled guiltily. “But seeing as I had worked hard for it, I thought it would be a nice reminder of that.”

You smiled at him. “You don’t have to apologize for rewarding yourself, Namjoon. We all deserve nice things.”

He smiled back at you. “Well, while we’re both in a sharing mood, I wanted to tell you that I’ve been thinking about my behavior towards you these last couple of years.”

Your eyebrows quirk in curiosity. “Oh?”

“I realize that this is long overdue but I’d like to apologize for treating you unfairly. My emotions got the best of me at the time and they shouldn’t have. You didn’t deserve that. I know that now. Actually, I knew it then, too.”

It takes you completely by surprise. You’ve long held a grudge against him for blaming you for something that was out of your control. The ‘old’ you had half a mind to tell him to shove it–because why would he project his personal issues against you? He didn’t have the right. But things had shifted…and who were you to try and bite back at his sincerity?

“Well, it’s just like you said earlier. We can rationalize all we want but our bodies will always produce an emotional response,” you say to him.

He smiles softly, a hint of his dimple poking out of his cheek.

You realize that this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with him–without trading insults or snark. So you take the opportunity to extend your own olive branch as well.

“Actually…I, too, would like to apologize, Namjoon. For being immature and petty. Anything I’ve said or done—was in reaction to what you were giving me. And unfortunately, as Jungkook can attest, it is not in my nature to back down from a fight. He even has scars on his face to prove it.”

He was quiet for a beat, eyes bulging out at your revelation–until you chuckle together. 

“Well, anyway…That was wrong of me and I’m truly sorry for being unprofessional towards you. It goes against the principles that I’m trying to push out there.”

“Apology accepted,” he says softly then finishes with a small smile.

“Same,” you smiled back. “So…truce?” You hold your hand out to him.

Namjoon chuckles then clasps his hand with yours. “Truce.”

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyung stands behind from a distance, watching as you both shake hands. He chuckles to himself after witnessing your whole exchange.

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[OPEN]

[endlessymphony]

It’s You.

pairing - fred weasley x reader

summary - best-friends to lovers <3 fred finally recognizes his feelings for his closest friend. wc - 1.4k

based on some of these - https://oc-interrogation.tumblr.com/post/647240190963908608/friends-to-lovers-prompts-for-when-theyve-finally

a/n - this is cute, but barely has a plot :,) i’m sorry !

Inseparable.

That’s how people would describe you and Fred since the two of you became practically attached at the hip by the age of five. Your parents had gone to school with Molly and Arthur, therefore resulting in your families being quite close- intertwined almost at certain points, hell, your families even vacationed with each other. It was surprising when one was seen without the other, since everyone started to act like you guys were some sort of package deal.

Well, it did seem that way- You guys did everything together and shared a lot of things as well; having a lot of the same classes, the same friends, you were even both on the Quidditch team since Fred didn’t want to go to the try-outs alone, and you guys were even able to understand each other without speaking.

The feelings remained strictly platonic up until sixth year when Fred went home for the winter break. Molly combed through his hair as your family was coming to visit the Weasley’s for dinner and a gift-exchange. She attempted to make small-talk with him, “So Fred, has anyone caught your eye this year?” she hummed, smiling sweetly as he turned to face her. He pursed his lips. “No.” was the easy answer.

“I heard from Y/N’s mum that Y/N is interested in a boy named Cedric,” Molly started, “but you didn’t hear that from me.” His stomach churned, unknown feelings bubbling up into his chest as he felt his heart start to crumble. A small “oh” was the only thing he could muster, turning away to look down at his lap, fiddling with his hands. “He’s handsome, and good at everything. I can see why Y/N would like him.” He tried to contribute to the conversation.

Fred didn’t know why he was taking that information like this, ‘I don’t even like them!’ he practically screamed inside his head.

Molly pulled the comb away and set it down on the dresser, patting his shoulder before smoothing out some of the wrinkles on his shirt. “They’ll be here soon. Come help me set the table, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The feeling in the pit of his stomach was only growing by that point, consuming him.

maybe he did like you after all...

You were sitting in the great-hall, picking at your food as you half-listened to all the chatter around you. You looked up and caught Fred’s gaze, the two of you sharing a small smile. ‘You okay?’ he mouthed and you nodded, ‘not hungry.’ You both went back to what you were doing previously. Dinner eventually came to an end, and you managed to sneak out early. He walked out of the Great Hall with Lee and George, the same sickening feeling returning as he spotted you and Cedric chatting away in the hall; you were giggling over something Cedric said. It made him feel defeated.

You noticed your friends, starting to walk towards them. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” you called out to Cedric as you hurried to catch-up with Fred and the others. You began to walk alongside them, looking up at Fred and frowning slightly when you noticed that he had his brows furrowed. “You always do that with your eyebrows when you're sad,” you commented, he looked down at you and released the tension that had unknowingly gathered in his face. You continued, tilting your head slightly. “I hate to see you sad. What’s wrong?”

“Just got a shitty mark on a research paper, no big deal.” he shrugged your question off, forcing himself to smile so that you would stop asking questions. “Do you want a cookie? I managed to snag some.” Fred offered, pulling out the napkin-wrapped sweets from the pocket of his robe. You struggled to hide the smile spreading across your face as you nodded, reaching out to take one from him. “You always know my weaknesses, Weasley.”

He couldn’t help but notice how your eyes always seemed to glimmer when you smiled, and the way your cheeks flushed slightly, and your lips…

“this is why we’re best-friends.” that comment snapped him out of his daze. He nodded, “yeah, best-friends.”

He finished walking you to your dorm, cracking a few jokes along the way just to catch sight of that breath-taking smile a few times more.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Fred.”

He ruffled your hair slightly, pulling away to watch the door shut behind you; a small sigh escaping his lips as he turned to walk down the stairs, preparing to spend another night staring at the ceiling- wishing that the pillow next to him was you.

‘How do you tell someone you love them? Especially when it could ruin everything you’ve ever known. There’s safety in the comfort of knowing that at least you’ll always be their best-friend, at the very most. The uncertainty of reciprocated feelings twists your stomach, and could alter everything forever.’

A week had passed since then. Classes were out for the day and Fred was sitting on your bed watching you hold up a million different outfit combinations. “C’mon, I need more than an ‘okay’ or a ‘sure’” you whined, stressing yourself out. “what else are best-friends for if not to be each-others fashion advisors?”

“I never signed up for this.” He rolled onto his back, letting out a small huff, “So, you’re really going out with Diggory?”

You turned away from the mirror to raise an eyebrow, “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Nah.” Fred faked a smile, “Why would I have a problem with him? He’s a golden-boy, there's no one better for you.” ‘other than me.’ he thought, biting his tongue.

You smiled, turning back to pick up the two outfits you were torn between. “Ripped jeans and the green top, or…” you held-on to the ‘or’ as you picked up the other option. “The jean shorts and white graphic tee?” Fred pretended to be deep in thought, tapping at his chin with his index finger. “What shoes?” he asks. “My Converse, probably.” You look down at your socked feet briefly before looking back up at him. “Then go with the shorts, it’s hot, and… why don’t you wear the green top with them? The colour works with your skin.” He smiles for real this time, imagining how nice you would look in the outfit.

“Thanks Freddy, now look away, I’m changing.”

“Oh c’mon, it's not like I haven’t seen you change before.” He teases.

“Shut up, it’s different now. Cover your eyes!” you laugh and toss the white top at his face.

“Fine, fine. Eyes are covered.” Fred grumbles as he puts his hands in front of his eyes, waiting for the ‘all good’ from you to look again.

You hurry to get changed, eventually telling Fred he can look again. He hurriedly uncovered his eyes, a smile growing as he looks you up and down. “What are you looking at?” you shoot, playfully. “You look stupid.” he replies as he maneuvers himself so he’s sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you start to struggle with the clasp of a necklace. Fred shakes his head and stands up, standing behind you and taking the clasp from your hands. “Let me help.” His voice was low and gentle. You smile to yourself, face flushing slightly as you feel his cool hands against your warm skin. He finishes with the necklace and you turn to look in the mirror, Fred looking in it with you.

“You look gorgeous.” he places a hand on your shoulder, eyes softening as he looks at you. “Oh, shut up.” you muse back at him, turning to face him. “No, I seriously mean it.” Fred looks at you, looking genuinely sincere. “You look amazing, breathtaking even.” He pretends to brush a strand of hair from your face, just looking for an excuse to touch you, hand eventually resting against your cheek. “Diggory is really lucky.”

For a second, you forgot about Cedric- the outside world seemed to fall away. It was just you and Fred, like it had always been, but this time something was different. The atmosphere had changed, and he was looking at you in a way that you had never seen before. You felt your stomach flip as you locked gazes, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. Something took over him.

“Kiss me, Y/N.” he mumbled, leaning down slightly to press his forehead against yours. And you did; It was sweet, and short, definitely not what you would expect from someone like Fred.

“I’ve waited so long to do that.” Fred chuckles, a bit breathless. His heart was going what felt like 300 mph, and his face was feeling red-hot. “No one ever compared to you. I mean, how could anyone compare to you?”

“Forget Diggory.” you said, tone breathy. “Kiss me again.” A smile spread across both of your faces.

Fred had no issue doing exactly what you had asked for.

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[absolutelyfizzing]

hole-y

George x reader angst/fluff

description - Y/N and the Order head out to deliver Harry to the burrow on the night of his seventeenth birthday. Chaos ensues and when you reach the burrow, you couldn't be more thankful for your friends and family being safe.

warnings - minor talk of gore and injuries, death, general warning for george being an absolute angel. Fem pronouns and reader gets picked up

A/N - so this is the first time ive posted in like months i think which is a little crazy, im so sorry for the delay. This is something that i just really wanted to write, i will be posting some requested writings soon as well as hopefully some more writings outside of just harry potter and marvel. 

word count - about 3600

MASTERLIST

You were terrified. The feeling in the pit of your stomach made you want to cry but you pushed it down. There were bigger matters at hand. Bigger things to worry about. One of those things being the possibility of you never seeing your best friend or your boyfriend again. The thought made you shake and when you looked over at Fred and George you knew they were thinking the same thing.

You had been friends with the twins since as long as you could remember. Well actually, you had disliked them when you first met them, they were much too loud for you to get along with and they frustrated you to no end but you somehow had all of you classes and activities with them. They accidentally let loose a prank on you in your third year and you screamed at them before going up to the astronomy tower and crying. They followed you a few minutes later and apologized and sat with you until you stopped crying. Actually they stayed with you until they could make you laugh. From then on, you had a soft spot for the twins and the same happened to them.

You didn't know when you started to have romantic feelings for George, he always said that he started to feel something for you when he was in fifth year and you sneezed so hard you made a nearby owl fly away. You thought that was rather ridiculous but it made you blush all the same. You started dating in sixth year when Fred nearly shoved you two into a closet and told you he wouldn't let you out until you talked to each other about your feelings. Since then you had been the happiest you had ever been in your life and you were forever thankful to Fred who took 100% credit for your relationship. They were your family, all the Weasley's were. Now, looking at everyone you loved in a room, you felt worry rise in your throat. No, worry wasn't the right word. Terror.

George pulled you into his side and he kissed the top of your head deeply.

"I love you. You don't have to do this." He mumbled into your hair and you sighed.

"You know just as well as I do that we both have to do this. It's okay, I'll be with Moody. He won't let anything happen to me." You muttered and then turned so your face was pressed into his chest. "But I love you too." You whispered and a tear fell from your face and into George's shirt. You then pulled away and pulled Fred into a hug. He groaned dramatically.

"No, I'm hugging you. No complaining." You grumbled and he complied, his hand going around your back and smoothing out your hair. You knew he was looking at George, some sort of twin telepathy going between them but you didn't care. When you pulled away, both of them smiled gently at you. Then before you knew it, the polyjuice potion was being passed around. You gave one last look at George and drank the potion and he did as well. It was the worst tasting thing you'd consumed in a long time and as you were keeping yourself from throwing up at the taste you felt yourself get a bit taller. You looked to your side to see two more harry's. You smiled at them and began to change your clothes.

You had agreed to go as Harry with Moody, Mundungus would also be there as himself. You had decided to switch last minute. You all walked out of the house as the minutes ticked by waiting for Harry's protection charm to end. Eventually you all were off with one last longing glance at George.

The battle was one that would haunt you for the rest of your life. As soon as you left there were death eaters on you. All you could do was hold onto your broom for dear life, Moody on the broom behind you and Mundungus on a separate broom right next to you. Before you could think, there was green all around you and screaming from every direction. You just focussed on getting to the Weasley's, a route you knew by heart, and let Moody do the protecting. At some point you looked to your right and Mundungus was gone. When you looked to your left you were horrified to see the dark lord flying next to you. Tears came to your eyes at the realization that you would probably not be making it out of there. Moody quickly began sending spells his way but it was not an even fight. He held off Voldemort for an impressive amount of time but all good things end. You heard the killing curse and saw the green light and you expected it to hit you, you were the target. Somehow Moody got in front of you to stop you from getting hit and you screamed. When Moody's body fell from the broom, yours did too. You hit the ground with a thud and your body immediately screamed in pain. You looked to the side of you and saw Moody's body. Tears were falling from your face but the shock running through you prevented you from feeling whatever damage you took from the fall. You took a breath and gathered yourself. You needed to get out of here. You would have time to scream and grieve later if you made it out of this alive. The death eaters obviously thought you to be dead and Voldemort had fallen back for some reason. You feared it was because he realized you were not the real Harry. Your tears stopped, face hardened, and you stood with slight difficulty. You would have to get to the Weasley's and you prepared yourself to apparate. When you did, your aim had been a bit off. You were in the bog outside the burrow and you could see the light in the distance. There was a panic at the house and you realized that the others had all arrived. Despite the pain in your legs, you began to sprint to the burrow. You noticed that you were yourself again, your hair getting in your eyes as you ran.

"Y/N?" You heard Remus yell and you kept running. Someone pulled you into them and you looked up to see red hair. You had arrived at the burrow and the tears had begun as well.

"Fred, Moody is dead. Voldemort killed him. Mundungus disapparated right at the beginning, I don't know where he went. It was just me and Moody and then he just-"

"Shhh, hey you're safe now, it's gonna be okay." He muttered and you noticed the break in his voice. You suddenly realized that you didn't feel George near you. You pulled back quickly. "Living room" Fred stated and you headed in, Fred following behind you. When you saw George though, you were not filled with relief. In fact you were so filled with dread that you thought you might just throw up.

"Is he..." you whispered. You couldn't finish your question, dreading the answer.

"m' not dead" Came a whisper from the man you loved and tears began streaming down your face as you collapsed next to him and buried your face in his chest. Your breathing was rapid and your heart was racing. It only slowed when you felt a familiar hand brushing through your hair.

"Fred, I'm saintlike." you heard George whisper and you looked at him questioningly but he was looking across the room to his brother. Fred looked concerned and dropped down next to you, a hand going to your back.

"What's wrong with him? Is his mind affected?" Fred asked his mother worriedly. You were also looking to Molly for reassurance but she looked just as concerned as you.

"Saintlike. You see...I'm holy." George spoke again and all attention was on him. "Holey, Fred. D'you get it?" The relief that you felt was overwhelming and you laughed deeply before burying your face once again into the chest of the man you loved.

"Pathetic. Pathetic! With the whole world of ear related humor before you, you go for 'holey'?" Fred laughed with you, his voice cracking with emotion and the tears streaming down your face were now happy ones. You were so thankful that the man you loved was okay and unchanged besides the trauma he would likely carry. And of course that he only had one ear.

The rest of the night would go by in a blur. You were debriefed by Remus who tried to be as gentle as possible in his questioning. You did not leave George's side and neither did most of the Weasley's. However hours later you still hadn't moved or eaten, too scared to leave George. Enough time had passed that everyone told you George was out of the woods and most people had gone to bed. You couldn't leave though. Molly walked toward you, a plate full of food with her. George was asleep and you were staring at him fearfully, making sure that his chest was moving with life.

"You need to eat, dear." Molly whispered and you sniffed a bit.

"I cant." Was all you could say and she sat next to you.

"Well either you need to eat or I will wake George up so he can make you." At this you looked at her. She had unshed tears in her eyes and you suddenly tackled her in a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Molly." You whispered into her neck where she was holding you.

"What on earth are you sorry for?" She asked.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect him and that I wasn't here to help when he got here. I'm sorry I didn't convince him not to go. I'm sorry-"

"Hey, stop." She asserted and you did, pulling back to look at her. "Now you know why you went. George went for the same reason. You were both very brave and it could have been either of you who got hurt out there. Now you are both alive and okay and so are the rest of my children. I will be thankful for the rest of my life for that. But I still seem to have a kid who isn't taken care of and I need to make sure that she is. So will you please take a breath-" she paused to wait for you to take a deep breath, which you did, "and eat something. Or else I fear my son may have a heart attack when he wakes up. Okay?" she questioned and you sniffled and wiped your nose.

Making one last glance at the movement of George's chest before looking to Molly and nodding. She handed you the tray of food that instantly comforted you and she sat with you while you ate. You were both silent but you were thankful she was there to watch over George while you were distracted. When you were finished she took your plate and stood.

"Now I am going to get some rest. You should consider doing the same." She whispered and patted your hair. You watched her walk to her room and you looked back to the man in front of you.

You weren't sure how long you were sitting there but by the time you came out of your trance to a hand touching your face the fire was nearly out. You looked up at George and he looked sad.

"Are you okay, baby? Do you need anything?" You started to stand up, worried he was uncomfortable. He pulled you down on top of him on the couch and you squirmed, worried you would hurt him.

"Honey, I need you t' stop moving and let me hold you please." He sounded serious so you stopped trying to get off of him. Instead you sighed and moved to straddle his hips and then lay the rest of your body on top of him, your head going to his chest. "Thank you." he whispered. You lifted your head to look at him and he had tears in his eyes.

"Are you in pain, bubs?" you tried to be quiet so you wouldn't disturb the peace in the room.

"No. I'm just glad you're okay." He whispered and a tear fell. You reached up to brush it off and you smiled at him.

"Of course I am, you're the one who got hit by a spell." You reassured but he shook his head.

"You're right that I'm the one that got hit by a spell but Voldemort tried to kill you. You could have died tonight, Y/N." He seemed so sad but you didn't know how to comfort him. You hadn't really thought about it since you got to the burrow, too focused on George. You had yet to really process the fact that Moody had died to save you and without his sacrifice you would not be here with your boyfriend.

"I didn't though. I'm okay." You moved up a bit to kiss the cheek on the side furthest from his injury. "We are both okay." You put your head in his neck and sighed deeply. He took a deep breath into your hair and wrapped his arms around your back.

"We are never doing that again." He grumbled and you chuckled.

"Really? I was planning on taking some polyjuice tomorrow, maybe having another go at it." You smiled and he rolled his eyes.

"I thought I was supposed to be the comedian."

"Not when your last joke was 'holey'. Your comedian title has been revoked."

"Oh shut it, I'd just taken a curse to the head, give a guy a break." He smiled but you both stopped and the smiles dropped while remembering the reality of the situation. "How long have you been up watching me?" he asked gently and you sighed, preparing for your scolding.

"Probably 6 hours or so."

"SIX HOURS? You haven't slept since you got back? Darling you need to go to bed, why on earth did you stay up that long?" he practically screeched and you shushed him as best you could so he wouldn't wake the whole house. You didn't answer his question, instead looking at his chest. "Y/N why wont you sleep?" He asked again, this time more seriously. You felt tears come to your eyes.

"I couldn't-I had to-" you were cut off by your own tears.

"Hey, bubs, whats wrong? I'm sorry, didn't mean t' upset you, bunny." You shook your head at the thought that he had made you cry.

"I was just worried that-" You paused to take a breath, "I thought if I went to bed I might wake up and you wouldn't be..." You felt him shush into your hair. He hadn't really thought about it that way and he felt bad for keeping you up like that.

"Bunny, I am fine. I pinky promise." He pulled away to do just that. As your pinkies were interlocked he made decisive eye contact with you. "I promise nothing bad is gonna happen to me if you sleep, okay?" You nodded a bit and he leaned in to kiss you. "How about we both go to sleep and you can stay right on top of me so you can be with me if anything happens." He mumbles against your lips and you nodded again. He pulled you snuggly into him and put a hand on the back of your head to hold you there.

"I love you." You whispered into his chest, not even necessarily trying to get him to hear.

"I love you too, bunny. Now you need to shush and get some sleep." You huffed and finally settled into him. He couldn't sleep for much of the time you did, he could never admit it but he was quite scared as well. He shared your fears. He was worried he would wake up and you would no longer be with him. He got bits of sleep now and then but he couldn't sleep through the night. You stayed asleep on top of him until he saw the sun come up. He knew you were vaguely awake as your breathing wasn't as slow and you curled into him tighter.

"M' gonna get up to make us some tea, yeah?" You nodded slightly and he took that as an okay to get up. He picked you up gently and brought you to sit on the counter in the kitchen. His head didn't seem to hurt at all which surprised him a bit but he knew his mother was a gifted healer and she worked her magic on him to make sure he would feel okay the next day. He tried to step away from you to make some tea but you did not release him. Instead he was trapped standing in front of the counter, you clinging to him tightly. It was at that moment that the other twin decided to come into the kitchen.

"How's the hole?" He nudged George with his elbow and he chuckled.

"Not bad at all, don't even really have a headache." He muttered, still trying to be moderately quiet as you seemed to be in a half asleep state and he knew you needed all of the rest you could get.

"She doing okay?" Fred whispered, nodding toward you.

"Restless night." George replied and Fred nodded in understanding, moving to prep the tea for George seeing as he was trapped at the moment. When the tea was done, George rustled you awake slightly. "Would you like some tea, m'love?" You nodded and moved to sit up a bit, releasing George and catching Fred making gagging noises next to you.

"Oh shove off." You grumbled and he chuckled. You made a move to get off the counter and George grabbed your waist to assist you. As soon as you were on the ground you made your way over to Fred to hug him properly. You were just so relieved that your favorite people made it out of yesterday alive and Fred sighed and hugged back.

"Y/N, this is 3 hugs in 24 hours. I'm starting to worry about your head. There isn't a hole in it is there?" Fred questioned and you rolled your eyes. You lifted your head and turned it to look at the other twin across the kitchen who stood with tea in his hand, gazing at both of you with a calm and content look on his face. You smiled at him before releasing his brother who gave your hair a ruffle as you turned to look up at him.

"Thanks for being okay." You smiled at him and his gaze softened a bit.

"Right back at you."

The rest of the morning was spent drinking tea and talking, thankful just to be alive. As the family woke up there was more relieved exchanges without the shock and stress that had been present the night before. You rarely left George's side besides to let him get changed and have a private talk with his brother. Eventually Ginny dragged you away to get you cleaned up and changed into clothes that weren't covered in blood and grime. As you walked away the boys began to gather around George. Ron looked at the twins expectantly with a glint in his eye.

"Well? Show us then!" He got out a bit excitedly. Harry smiled as well and Bill seemed to have some jitters. George smirked before a ring appeared in his fingers. It was modest but it was all he could afford and he knew it wouldn't make a difference to you anyway. The boys all shoved each other in excitement and Fred clasped a hand on George's shoulder.

"I know you know this already but I just want to remind you that if you hurt her, all of us wouldn't hesitate to beat you to bits." He smiled but there was not so much humor behind his statement. The rest of the boys mumbled in agreement. George gave them all a look.

"Okay, first of all, I nearly died yesterday. I think you could all stand to be a bit nicer to me."

"We all did, get over yourself buddy." Bill joked and George rolled his eyes.

"Second of all, How come I'm the one getting threatened? I'm your brother."He looked around the group.

"'Cause she's the favorite, obviously." Ron stated simply before leaving the group, Harry and Bill following him, both giving George a teasing smile before they left.

"I think that was rather rude." George grumbled, though there was no malice behind it. He looked over at his twin who simply shrugged and patted him on the back.

"Just the way it is. If you two were to break up, I'm pretty sure she's the one who stays in the family." Fred winked before heading out of the room as well and George took a second to look at the ring in his hand. He heard footsteps and quickly shoved it into his pocket. You appeared in the doorway, hair matted down with water and in comfy clothes, fuzzy socks adorning your feet.

From the doorway you smiled at George who beamed back at you. You felt around in your pocket for a moment where your hands were shoved and when your hand hit the hidden ring there you let out a breath. You stared at each other for a moment, just content to be near each other without thinking about the war for a moment, warm light filling the room and calm in the air, both planning on later asking the other to spend the rest of your lives together.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

Note: My first time writing this character!

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your nails are crusted in dirt as you kneel in the garden. You grunt as you wrestle the roots of weed from the soil and toss it aside. You wipe your forehead with the back of your glove as you hear the screen door snap shut. Your grandmother stands on the stoop, her hand on her achy hip.

“Did you hear, dearie?” She calls in her creaky voice. “Someone’s moved into Clyde’s old house.”

“Huh?” You catch your breath as you gather up the broken weeds, “it’s half ash.”

“Suppose they’ll fix it up,” she mutters as she leans on the narrow iron rail along the side of the backsteps.

“Suppose,” you agree as you stuff the green and brown foliage into the paper bag for the compost. “Who told you that?”

“I was just talking to Lynette on the phone. She also said Molly’s having her fifth.”

Five kids? You hide your chagrin at the thought. You don’t mind kids but that’s a lot to handle, let alone the pregnancies. Molly balloon’s up so big she can hardly move. Her last shower, she sat the whole time. Not much different than you, you guess. You sat in the corner and watched the silly games

“That’s exciting,” you say as you stand and dust off your knees, crumpling the top of the bag in your other hand.

“Ah, I’m sure you woulda loved to have four sisters? Maybe brothers? It’s a pity your mother never gave me any more grandchildren.”

“Mmm,” you suppress a frown, “yeah, well…”

“Anyhow, enough talk of spoiled milk,” she waves off, “I got a pie in the oven. You can take it over the Clyde’s once it cools.”

“I… why would I do that?”

“Oh my, don’t be ridiculous. We have a new neighbour, we have to be polite and welcome them to the village. It’s probably a nice family, or maybe someone your age. A friend?” She suggests, “I’d do it myself but I don’t think I’d make the walk…” she looks down at her hip, theatrically rubbing it. 

“Right,” you agree, the prospect of strangers making your tummy lurch. “Well, that pie will take some time.”

“Long enough for you to put on something clean,” she tuts as she looks down at your dirty jeans, “my lord, what would they think?”

“Yes, gramma, I’ll change, once I get this in the compost.”

“Good,” she smirks triumphantly and turns to swing open the screen door, the hinges whining shrilly.

You sniff and cross the yard. It’s not often there’s new faces in Hammer Ford. The village is a tourist trap at best and not a very lively one. Everyone calls each other by name and it’s second nature to stop and say hi. But that’s because you know each other; you have for years.

You lift the lid on the large bin and empty the bag into it. You could always lie and hide the pie in some bushes. Your deceit wouldn’t be hidden for long. Even in this sleepy place, word travels fast and someone always seems to be watching and waiting to pass it on.

🥧

You head out with the pie in a basket like some fairytale. You’re only short a red hood and a big bad wolf. You set off down the country roads, following the lazy curves towards the horizon. It’s after noon and the sun’s turning mild as it drifts across its pale canvas.

The old homestead is the second closest to your grandmother’s. The homes around Hammer Ford or sprawled out amid the plowed fields and green meadows. The cluster of old pines loom over you as you pass in there shadow and crest the hill that marks the edge of the property. Clyde’s tractor used to sit there, just by the broken down fence.

Ahead, down another stretch of road, this path unpaved, stands the decrepit house. The tragedy still singes the memories of the villagers. That night comes back to you in a blaze of orange and the smell of cinder. Poor old Clyde was buried behind Sacred Stave church.

You search the overgrown grass for a sign of life. There’s a black truck by the caved in garage but that’s about it. It might not be a family. It’s a lot of work to do with little ones around. If anything, it would only be the parents as they rebuild. Your mind wanders, wondering who would buy the old farm and why.

You come down the path, just along the ditch that dips behind a cluster of brambles. There’s a snap and a crack and you skid to a halt on the stones. You spin and look around, a heavy breath pluming into the air. Like the fire reawakened.

“Can I help you?” The deep timbre rolls through you and you step back on your heel as you face the man down in the ditch. He peers up at you above the scraggly top of the brambles.

“Uh,” you gulp and stare at him dumbly. He might think you’re lost. Or worse, trespassing.

His hair is short, only an inch on top and shaved even shorter around the sides. His beard is thick around his mouth, growing sparse across his cheeks, and two vibrant blue eyes beam back at you. The way he looks at you makes you want to shrink away. You can sense the city radiating off of him. He scares you.

“Hello? What’s up?” He waves as if trying to wake you up.

“Um, pie?” You say, cringing at your own speechlessness.

“Pie,” he repeats flatly.

You hold up the basket and blink. You never were very good at introductions. You were the only girl at school without friends. You were just sort of there.

“Pie,” you echo once more and hold out the basket.

He tilts his head, curiously, and huffs. He juts out his jaw and grunts as he pushes the brambles apart and climbs out of the ditchy. His denim jacket is streaked in dirty and pollen.

He takes the basket by the handle, his rough finger brushing yours. He peels back the cloth and to peek inside, “pie.” He utters the syllable a fourth time between you.

“Yeah,” your voice is wispy and small. “Bye.”

You let out a strained breath and spin, keeping yourself from breaking into a sprint. You stomp away frantically, smacking yourself internally for being so awkward. Well, maybe that’s a good thing. He’ll have no reason to talk to you ever again.

[rebelwrites]

How Do I Tell Her?

Adam Ruzek x Reader

Adam knew it was wrong, he had been here before and got the t-shirt as well as the heart break. In fact he had been here twice before, yet for some reason that didn’t stop him.

He couldn’t help but watch as you broke preps in the interrogation room, how your eyes lit up when every anyone mentioned coffee, how you had your own way of figuring out cases, how taking charge and running point just came natural to you. And they were just a few of the things from the working day. The list would be as long as his arm if he noted everything you did that slowly chipped away at the walls he had built.

“Ruz you are staring again” You laughed bringing him back to the real world.

Your laugh was like music to his ears and he never tired of hearing it.

“I wasn’t staring, I just zoned out” He shrugged getting all defensive.

You didn’t say anything but obviously rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head and laughing at the idiot you called a partner.

“You in Ruz?” Jay said nudging Adam.

“Huh?” He asked confused as hell.

“I said the girls are all going round to Y/L/N’s tonight so us guys are heading to Molly’s so you in” Jay smirked knowing full well why he hadn’t heard the first time, in face the whole unit saw what was going on as they had seen all this before. However Y/N was oblivious to it all.

“Yeah whatever” Adam nodded grabbing his coat as they said bye to everyone before heading out.

—-

“So I am gonna ask this because I care about you okay” Jay said taking a sip of beer

“Okay” Adam nodded not too sure where this was heading.

“What’s your thoughts on Y/L/N” Jay smirked

“what do you mean what’s my thoughts on her” Adam scowled.

“Come on man, don’t play dumb with me, I’ve seen how you look at her on the sly” He nudged looking down at his phone texting. “So spill”

Meanwhile the girls had demolished a couple of bottles of wine much to your despise, you was more of a beer, hard liquor and whisky kinda a girl and wasn’t a massive fan on fruity drinks.

“So come on girl” Kim grinned. “We have all seen you making heart eyes at Ruzek, what is going on”

“Oh hell no, I do not make heart eyes at Adam, he is my partner and nothing else. I am also not having this conversation with two of his exs I’m sorry” You huffed getting up to go raid your liquor cabinet, soon to find out that your house party last week cleared you out of the good stuff and hadn’t had chance to stock back up yet.

“So there is something” Hailey smirked “You wouldn’t go on the defensive otherwise”

“Girls night is over” You laughed as you shoved your converse on “I need a proper drink and not going to the shop”

“To Molly’s then” Vanessa grinned.

Due to the amount of wine that had been consumed you all decided it would be best to walk seen as you only lived a couple of blocks away. Throughout the 10 minute walk the girls kept badgering you about Adam and it was starting to get on your nerves.

As soon as you walked into Molly’s you headed straight to the bar.

“Gimme something strong” You laughed “and not that fruity crap either”

“Don’t be causing any trouble tonight Y/L/N” Herman chuckled placing a shot of tequila in front of you, within a few seconds you had downed the shot and the glass was replaced with a whisky glass.

“Would I” You smirked arching your brow before walking off to find the girls who were heading to the booth the boys was in.

However the conversation you overheard stopped you dead in your tracks. Why were the guys chatting about you?

“Okay so I may or may not be in love with Y/N.” Adam said, you actually had to do a double take to make sure you heard him correct “I know I’ve got a track record but I just can’t help it. How the hell am I meant to tell her?”

At this point he hadn’t realised you was stood behind you, but Jay had caught you stood there, froze in place like a deer caught in headlights and he was just sat there smirking.

“I think you just have” Jay nodded towards you making Adam spin round so fast you swore he was going to fall out the booth.

This wasn’t how you had day dreamed this would go but here you was stood there as Adam pushed himself out of the booth, standing in front of you. It was like your hands were magnets because he couldn’t help but gently graze you hand with his fingers making your stomach flip.

“What did you just say Ruzek?” You asked with a smile on your lips.

“I said I may or may not be in love with you.” He mumbled going all shy all of a sudden making your heart burst.

“Good because I may or may not be in love with you too.” You whispered stepping closer to him.

[firehouseonechicago]

Five Times He Almost Kissed You, The One Time He Did || Kelly Severide

Author’s Note: Kelly was super fun to write for. I had one hundred scenarios in my head that I struggled to choose from, but I eventually had to choose one and so here we are. I hope you enjoy, next up is Herrmann. Gif by @baharsahins​

One...

You had only been with Squad 3 for only a few months, and during that time, Kelly had never seen you panic. The two of you might had gotten off on the wrong foot when the two of you first met, but he couldn’t help but admire the way you always kept a level-head during calls, even the very, very stressful ones. You were practically a becon of calming energy, and Kelly couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at the fact that the rest of the squad relied on you to keep them calm and not their own Lieutenant.

But as the two of you became trapped in an apartment complex basement, with a broken water main slowly filling up the incredibly small and cramped space, Kelly watched you break. You pressed yourself as close to the wall as possible, cowering away from the water as it now reached your knees. You were panting frantically, your eyes darting every which way in search of a way out. Kelly called out to you, as you stared down at the water completely petrified. Kelly waded through the water towards you, the water now reaching his waist, and placed his hands on your shoulders and turned you to face him.

“Y/n, look at me!” He shouted, trying to be heard over the rushing water from above. When your eyes met his own, Kelly almost had to do a double take. Your eyes were bloodshot, laden with tears as you descended into a state of pure fear. Kelly tightened his hold on your shoulders “Y/n, focus on me okay? Don’t look at the water, look at me...” He insturcted, as your eyes glazed over with a look of bewilderment “Tell me something that no one else knows about you, something you’ve never told anyone”. He watched as your breathing somewhat steadied, your eyes becoming clearer as you swallowed thickly “I’m scared of drowning”. For a moment, Kelly was confused by your answer before you continued “When I was little my parents owned a lakehouse just a few hours away from the city. I fell in off the wharf and almost drowned, I’ve been terrified of water ever since”.

In that moment, a strange feeling to kiss you surged through Kelly. It was just an idea, to take your mind off of what was happening around you. It was nothing more than that. He didn’t want to see you like this, so scared, and so unlike your usual and bright self. The water had now risen to just below your shoulders, just as the collapsed ceiling above was removed to reveal the concerned faces of Boden, Casey, Herrmann and Mouch. Kelly smiled, turning his gaze back to your form as a relieved sob escaped you. After the two of you had been helped out of the basement, you enveloped Kelly in a tight embrace, whispering a shaky ‘thank you’ over and over again. And he held onto you, assuring you that you were safe.

Two...

Molly’s was very busy that night, and so Kelly kept to himself in one of the booths in the very corner of the room.

There were a lot of faces he didn’t recognise, but there was one that he couldn’t take his eyes off. You stood at the bar, a bright smile on your face as you spoke with Herrmann. Your eyes sparkled, he’d never seen you smile like that before. You just looked so happy. He must have been staring, because he hadn’t noticed that you had suddenly moved into the seat across from him. “Hey, you look a little spaced out. You okay?” You asked quietly, tilting your head to the side in wait for his answer.

Shaking himself from his stupor, Kelly nodded slowly “Yeah I’m good, it’s just been a bit of a rough day that’s all” He replied, his gaze flickering between the half empty beer bottle in his grasp and your form before him. You nodded in agreement, releasing a small hum as you gave him a grin “Tell me about it, the last call wasn’t exactly easy. Especially since we had a run-in with one of the guys we rescued”

Kelly laughed, shaking his head at the memory. There was no explaination as to why he had gotten violent, but he had shoved you quite harshly and pinned you against the side of Truck 81. If Kelly hadn’t stepped in, and hauled that guy away from you with much greater force, the situation would have likely become more complicated. “I wanted to thank you, for what you did today. And I also wanted to say thank you for...for not telling anyone about what happened in that basement a few weeks ago” You whispered shyly, biting your lip somewhat anxiously in embarrassment. Kelly grinned in response, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. After that incident, you and Kelly had gotten closer. He began to confide in you, and talk to you more often. “It’s not my place to tell anybody...” He replied, leaning forward in his seat “but you do have to overcome that fear. If you want to stay on squad you have to-”

“I know, I’m working on it okay? I just...I just can’t...” You trailed off, sighing heavily as your shoulders slumped, your eyes glazing over as memories of the rising water no doubt consumed your mind. That strange feeling surged through him again, that same feeling that made him want to kiss you. He didn’t want to see you like this, completely distant and slightly trembling. It was so unlike you, so far from your usual happy self. And so Kelly leaned over across the table, and gently placed his hand atop yours “How about I help you out, I won’t tell another living soul that you are afraid of water, and I will do whatever I can to help you overcome that fear”.

The smile that appeared on your face caused Kelly’s heart to soar. Your eyes regained their sparkle, and the small laugh that escaped your lips made him feel all the more happier.

Three...

“I’ll have to pass”

“Oh come on Y/n...” Gabby whined, slumping down against the table with a loud groan “just go on one date with this guy please? He seems really into you and I think the two of you would be perfect for each other”. You shook your head, grimacing slightly as you shook your head in response. “I’m really sorry Gabby, but this guy has already sent me a hundred messages which are entirely inappropriate and I just don’t think I should go out with this guy. I know you’re trying to set me up with someone but I just...”

Kelly had tried to stop listening to your conversation hours ago, but he just couldn’t help eavesdropping. He had heard from certain people around the firehouse that Gabby was trying to get you to go on a date with a doctor she had briefly met on one of her trips to the hospital on a call. She had been trying for weeks to get you to go out with him, and every time you had refused. Just the thought of you going out with someone else other than him made Kelly feel incredibly jealous. It was no secret to a few people in the firehouse that Kelly had somehow developed feelings for you, they had suspected a short time after the two of you had been trapped in that flooded basement.

He watched on in silent anger as you once again rejected Gabby’s offer to date some guy she met at Molly’s. What he really wanted to do was to kiss you passionately and to kindly but politely shut Dawson up. You were the only person who seemed to understand him, who was always there for him no matter what tough situation was thrown his way. And so probably against his better judgement, Kelly stood up from his seat and awkwardly approached your table. He stopped short as your eyes quickly moved toward him, a kind smile forming on your face. “Kelly, thank god. How can I help you?” You asked in a slightly exasperated tone, though the joking demenour behind it shone through. His chest suddenly felt tight as a million thoughts raced through his mind. What if you said no? What would he do then? He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he spoke.

“I uh...I was wondering if you would like to um...maybe grab a drink at Molly’s sometime. With me, I was wondering if you would go with me to Molly’s for a-”

“Sure, I’d love to”

Kelly froze, his eyes widening in shock. It took him a moment to comprehend your response, but as soon as he realized that you had said yes, he suddenly felt ecstatic. He nodded excitedly in response, grinning childishly before walking away with a slight skip in his step. His happy demenour made you smile, whilst Gabby just gawked between you and Kelly’s retreating form as she tried to piece together what had just occured.

Four...

“I’m not getting in that pool”

“Why not, the water is lovely. And besides, you promised that you would work on getting over your fear of water”.

You knew that this was a bad idea, you weren’t even sure why you agreed to meet Kelly here in the first place. You hugged your arms close to your frame nervously as you watched Kelly wade through the water, your entire body trembling at the thought of submerging yourself completely beneath the water. Kelly approached the edge of the pool, looking up at you with his signature cheeky yet charming grin. “Come on, just hop in. I’ll be with you every step of the way” He spoke calmly, extending his hand out towards you in sincerity. Stubbournly, you shook your head and backed away from the pool’s edge “No, no way. I’m not getting in there-”

“Y/n if you don’t get over here I will get out and carry you in if I have to” Kelly stated blatantly, half hauling himself out of the pool with a raised eyebrow in emphasis to his words. You glared toward him “Is that a challenge, Severide?”

“That’s a promise, sweetheart”.

The way his voice darkened caused your cheeks to flush a bright pink, but knowing that Kelly would stay true to his word, you reluctantly shuffled over to the edge of the pool and sat down. Kelly grinned triumphantly, submerging himself under the water before resurfacing with a flick of his hair. You rolled your eyes as Kelly chuckled, wading through the water towards you before taking your hands in his own. “I hate you so much” You grumbled, trying so very hard to stop your hands from trembling. Huffing a laugh, Kelly tightened his grip around your hands comfortingly “No you don’t, otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed to go out on that date with me tomorrow night”.

After easing yourself into the water, you practically clung to the man before you as Kelly lead you through the water. Kelly took note of your close proximity, and suddenly found himself becoming increasingly nervous. Your face was just inches away from his own, the temptation to kiss you was becoming way too overwhelming. Yet he composed himself, and focused on the task at hand. It would take some time for you to get over your fear of water, but Kelly was willing to do whatever it took to help you. You were apart of his squad, not to mention the fact that he was deeply in love with you.

Five...

Kelly bounced his leg anxiously as he sat at the bar at Molly’s.

You were due to arrive for your date any second now, and for some unknown reason, Kelly Severide was more nervous than he had ever been in his life. He had never felt this nervous before, not even on call. He really wanted this date to go well.

“Would you calm down already?” Herrmann mused from behind the bar, staring at the man before him with a bewildered expression “I’m sure everything is going to be fine, you just need to take a breath, alright”. Kelly turned to face Herrmann with a long and heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he leaned forward against the bar. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous”.

“A little is an understatement my friend...” Herrmann teased, laughing mockingly just as the door to Molly’s opened. Kelly turned, half expecting to see Otis turn up for his shift behind the bar. But he was completely blown away at the sight of you. You wore a short black dress covered in a small red rose pattern, with a black leather jacket over your shoulders. Your hair was swept over your shoulder lazily, unlike at the firehouse when it had been thrown up into a messy ponytail. A cute messy ponytail. When your eyes met his from across the room, you smiled brightly and gave him a small wave as you approached. This was it, this was really happening. God, Kelly didn’t know what to do. You looked so beautiful, the breath was completely knocked out of him.

As you sat down on the seat beside him at the bar, the feeling of wanting to kiss you resurfaced. He was so unbelievably happy that you had agreed to this date, so unbelievably happy that you-

“Hello? Earth to Kelly Severide?” You suddenly interrupted, a teasing tone to your voice as you chuckled at the man before you. Brought back from his stupor, Kelly’s eyes remained frozen on your form. “You look gorgeous” he suddenly blurted, noting the bright redness that spontaniously covered your cheeks. You waved him off dismissively, ordering a light drink from Herrmann as you continued to talk to Kelly. The night was filled with flirtatious banter and the occasional longing glances. It was obvious to anyone that watched that there was obvious chemistry between the two of you, but neither of you cared if people were watching. You were both having fun, and that was all that mattered in that moment.

The one time he did...

“Do you think Shay would mind if I stayed the night? I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink” You mumbled somewhat sheepishly, as you trudged over from the kitchen into the living room where Kelly sat on the couch.

He chuckled, patting the cushion beside him for you to sit down. “Shay is staying over at some girl’s house tonight, so you can stay here as long as you want” He replied, allowing you to cuddle into his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You hummed in content, snuggling further into him with a small giggle. “Okay good, I wasn’t planning on leaving anyway”.

“Then why ask?” Kelly scoffed, smiling down at you with an amused smile. You rolled your eyes lazily, looking up at him with a cheeky grin “Well I’ve been over enough times, and I haven’t spent the night here yet, so I thought maybe-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Kelly dipped down and captured your lips with his own. The kiss was gentle and passionate. Soft even, almost as if he was testing the waters a little. But as soon as you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, that was all Kelly needed as a sign to continue. Moving you into a more comfortable position, Kelly hovered above you as he intensified the kiss, before quickly pulling away from you with a teasing smirk. “What do you say we take this upstairs?” He asled quietly, gesturing with his eyes to the ceiling and his bedroom above. You mimicked his expression, somehow managing to slip out from beneath him with an excited laugh. “Gladly!” You called out, before racing up the staircase ahead of him, and leaving Kelly to chase after you with a loud amused laugh.

[lostxones-musings]

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[mitsukui]

put your lips like this | f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader.

Summary: there is a secret buried inside your heart that is keeping you from going to the Yule Ball. However, Fred decides to be the greatest of friends and  teach you one thing or two.

Word Count: 2.1k - oops...

Warnings: none! Just a whole lot of fluff! ✨ Oh, there is a curse word towards the ending.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS, BABIES! *aggressively listens to ‘My Boo’, by Usher and Alicia Keys*. Not to be dramatic, but James Phelps with long hair could punch me right in the face, and I would thank him. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention!  ♡

Masterlist!

“You know I’m good at keeping secrets, so just tell me already! C’mon, tell me why you don’t want to go to the Yule Ball.”

A heavy and utterly annoyed sigh left your lips. Fred Weasley – that prick! – had been tormenting you the entire day. You knew he was a curious soul, but you had never imagined he would try so hard to make you spill one of your secrets out.

It was not something you fancied sharing; actually, it was something that made you feel rather pathetic and embarrassed. How could you tell your friend, whom you had unexpectedly developed feelings for, that you had never been kissed?

Curiosity and anticipation were emanating from his figure as he whispered soft ‘tell me’s, and moved anxiously on his chair. You fidgeted with the quill in your hand before you sighed once more. It did not seem like he was going to give up on solving that mystery any time soon. “Alright, fine. I will tell you. But only if you promise you will act as if nothing had ever happened.”

“Pinky promise!” He immediately dropped his own quill and extended his right hand towards you, his little finger waiting up to be intertwined with yours. Your eyes studied his hand, and you did not fail to notice how big and veiny they were.

Oh, Godric, the voice that took form of your consciousness echoed in your head, this boy is going to be the death of me.

Reluctantly, you closed your textbook and put your quill down on the wooden table, these two actions being followed by the connection between your fingers. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, the similarity to a little boy that he carried in his behavior causing you to chuckle. However, your good spirits soon vanished away when you came to the realization you now had to tell him the truth. You had never been good at lying, for all it mattered.

He beamed widely at you, and he had his ears ready to capture all the words that were about to slip from your lips. But nothing was coming out of them, and a slight impatience resulted in his eyebrows being furrowed together. Fred went back to whispering words to hurry you into opening up, and the situation just overwhelmed your inexperienced heart.

It was all too much: you could not bear with the fact that he was staring so intensely at you, nor with the fact that you were about to tell him you saw yourself as a ridiculously stupid teenager who had never felt a pair of lips brushing against their own.

“I don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. And I refuse to go to the Yule Ball because of it, given that chances of being kissed by your date are high.”

Your confession came out as a train losing its track – fast, unruly and through gritted teeth. Although you were deeply ashamed of that part of you, his face expressed the total opposite of any of your feelings.

His eyebrows were still furrowed together, but now scoff dripped from his words. “Yeah, right. And George is more handsome than me.”

You could swear your heart skipped a beat at that moment. Blinking in the rawest surprise your body could internally gather, you stared at him and waited for him to say anything else. You were lost for words. How could he not believe you?

“I mean, you’re incredibly beautiful. And I know you have a few people interested in you.” When you raised an eyebrow at his latter words, he was quick to snap back at you. “I’ve noticed how that Ravenclaw boy looks at you.”

Even though there was an inconspicuous blush tainting your face due to his compliments, you waved his words off and laughed shyly. He probably was just acting nice towards you. That was a huge characteristic of the Weasley family – being raised by an amazing woman like Molly herself made such a thing come out naturally.

You remained quiet for a few moments, your heart beating fast in your chest and your eyes staring out the library windows. You still had a hard time believing you had just confessed your deepest secret to your love interest, but it was of no use crying over spilt milk. If he were one to keep his promises, one of your rare studying sessions with Fred Weasley would soon return to normal.

But what if he started pitying you for it? Or what if he stopped talking to you, once he concluded your universes did not collide? He surely was vastly experienced when it came down to kissing. Kissing Fred Weasley would probably be the biggest honor of your life.

Unconsciously, your eyes left the windows and roamed the surroundings until they reached his lips. It was almost as if the whole world had stopped.

Fred had thin lips, but they seemed to be astonishingly soft for someone who caused as much trouble as he did. His upper lip was subtly curved, and you were mesmerized by every single little detail you could visually grasp. That moment would haunt your thoughts for a long time, once it was pure cruelty how you had fallen out of love – the one you loved did not love you back.

But you were terribly wrong about that. Fred had been experiencing some shifts on his feelings towards you lately. He had watched you blossom into a charming young girl, and there was something about you hitting hard on his heart. And, frankly speaking, after he caught you looking at his lips, he would be in heaven if he ever got the chance to kiss you.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” He helped you gather all of your belongings with a gentle smile hanging on his lips and, once more, you swore your heart was melting away over everything he did.

As you walked out of the library together, dipped in a somewhat agonizing silence, you felt his fingers brushing against yours, which caused you to instantly look at him. “Can I hold your hand while we walk?”

Holy moly, what did he just say? Your consciousness was again alarmed at the scenario taking place right in front of your eyes. Okay. Keep calm. Don’t freak out.

“Y-Yeah, I guess.”

He did not waste any time on ending the ridiculously small distance between your hands. However, he did not simply hold your hand in his; he intertwined your fingers together, and gave your hand a light squeeze. His eyes fell upon you, and his gorgeous smile grew wider. You could not help but smile along.

You continued on walking together in silence, the only tangible thing between you and Fred being the tiny circles his thumb drew on your skin. If it were possible to describe your feelings, one would choose the talk about fireworks, or waves violently crashing on rocks on a breathtaking beach.

He unquestionably would be the death of you.

He tugged on your hand once you stopped in a deserted hallway. There was something astounding about the fact that he was able to find a calm and quiet place on Hogwarts, but he had always been like a box full of surprises to you. And he was also really good at knowing all the best places in the castle.

You smiled at him, the riddle he was presenting filling your chest with amusement. “What are we doing here?” All of the terrors you felt earlier returned to you, and you felt like withdrawing. “Wait. We are not here so you can lecture me on kissing, right?! Because, if we are, I would very much like to lea-“

Fred abruptly shushed you, stepping closer to your body and gently pushing your back against a wall. His eyes darted up and down your face, and he grinned cunningly down at you. He was so much taller than you, and the sight of him towering over you was quite intimidating.

“I’m gonna be your kissing instructor.”

Bitch, said what?! Your eyes widened in shock, his fingers reached out to place a lock of hair behind your ear, and your biggest wish was to evaporate. With your head shaking vigorously, and your lips being pressed together in a disappearing line, you exclaimed you would never accept that.

You could never allow physical intimacy to destroy your friendship with Fred Weasley. It was better to have him as a friend than not having him at all.

He found your actions to be absolutely adorable, the desire to consume your innocence growing bigger and bigger each second. “I’m only trying to help you out, y’know. If that Ravenclaw boy is not willing to claim these luscious lips, I sure am.”

Your cheeks erupted in a dark red shade, and you looked away from him, unable to take it for any longer. He was now evidently playing with your feelings, and you did not know how to deal with his attitude.

You were torn apart between accepting his kiss and pushing him away. It could go two ways: you would either kiss him and dismiss all of your feelings and expectations, or you would fall even harder for him. You were not exactly leaning towards neither option.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now.” He murmured his confession as he briefly dodged his eyes from your face as well. It was unusual to see the great Fred Weasley embarrassed but, apparently, it was happening right in your face. “So, please, let me be your first kiss. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Your gaze moved back to him and he also had a light pink flush on his cheeks. He looked painfully handsome at that moment, with his freckles splattered all over his skin, and his lips trembling slightly. Your eyes met, and both of you smiled timidly. You were swooning.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeated your monosyllabic answer and nodded a bit, mostly to himself, assuring he would finally feel his lips on his. “I’m gonna put my hands on your hips now.”

And he did. Both of his hands ghosted over your body until they reached your hips. He pulled you a little bit closer to his chest, and his scent tickled your nose. You felt like electrical waves were rushing through your entire body, and you wondered how you had managed not to faint.

“Look, do what I’m doing.” Fred parted his lips slightly and tilted his head to his left side a bit, his eyelashes fluttering until he finally closed his eyes. He looked heavenly, but you could never admit that and put yourself into an even more vulnerable position.

An almost inaudible snicker rang in his ears, and he soon opened his eyes and looked at you. You confessed he looked quite silly like that, but he ignored your comment and ordered you to mimic him again. His voice was low and his warm breath hit your face gently. You finally obeyed, feeling all jittery and anxious.

You looked captivating in his eyes, and he was ready to show you how amazing a tad of intimacy could be.

He leaned down, bringing your lips together in an extremely slow brush against each other. “Put your lips like this.” And, a second time, you did as he told you to, copying all of his actions.

It did not take long for him to finally involve your uneasy lips with his own. He started out by giving small pecks onto your skin, but his hunger got too big and he demanded more.

Your small silhouette was pressed even harder to his body, and he touched your lower lip with his tongue, asking for permission to feel more of you. Your attempts to continue moving according to him went on, and you thought it was a good sign he had not stopped you yet.

Once the velvet-feeling of his tongue came in touch with yours, he groaned against your lips, which caused you to use both of your hands to hold onto his robes tightly.

The kiss went on for a few more moments until you and Fred were breathless, and you had to break away to learn how to cope with oxygen again.

It was difficult to find words to talk about whatever had just happened, but you mumbled a shy ‘thank you’, which he replied to with ‘don’t mention it’.

Kissing was not as horrible as you thought it would be. 

And, after all, maybe going to the Yule Ball could be quite nice if you had enough luck to get Fred Weasley to be your date and kiss you again.

[mayraki]

“the stolen sweater” - george weasley

-> not my gif. let me know if it’s yours.

summary: the first night that you slept at the burrow, you accidentally wear george’s sweater the next morning. but here’s the thing, your relationship is a secret.

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Some people say the way you start your morning is the way your day will go. Well, let’s hope that that isn’t the truth because this wasn’t the morning you hoped you’d had when the Weasley family invited you to stay over for the night.

Specially when you had to keep your relationship with one of them a secret.

You knew the family since your first year at Hogwarts. So many trips, dinners, sleepovers shared with the family you couldn’t even count them with your two hands after that. You saw them as another part of your family with only one difference, red hair on their heads. Like the Weasleys, your family was as big as the house itself. You were the middle child, having two older brothers, one little brother, and a little sister. So, when you needed to talk about how everything was too much sometimes, you had someone to talk to; George Weasley.

Since the moment you met him at the Hogwarts Express on your first year at Hogwarts, you two clicked instantly. Well, let’s just say that when he accidentally exploded your just bought drink, there was nothing much to it. He expected for you to get angry at him, but for his surprise, laugh started coming out of your mouth and without even hesitating, took revenge on that instant by grabbing another drink from the trolley and pouring it on him. Obviously, you two got detention for almost two weeks. That was not a great start of your first year at Hogwarts, but something good came out of it. A new friendship.

But that wasn’t all, with that relationship came another one, just like a package. Fred Weasley, George’s twin. They were always together so automatically you three became inseparable and unstoppable. But, even if you loved the two Weasley twins equally, you always knew since that moment at the Hogwarts Express, your relationship with George was different. He was the best friend you could ever asked for, he was there when you most needed it, when you two were together it was like the world suddenly got better and laugh like it was the last day you two would live.

Obviously, with that, came people that thought you two were dating. But your relationship with George wasn’t like that at all, you even helped each other get dates and celebrate when the other one took a chance and talked to their crush. You finished your last year at Hogwarts with your best friends next to you the happiest you could ever be. It was all perfect. Until, something inside of you changed.

The second that Fred asked you to go on a double date, with George as your date, you immediately said yes. The girl that Fred suddenly got interest in was a coworker of yours, so when the idea that the four went out came into Fred’s head, it was all settle. You didn’t think much to it, since it was just helping a friend out. That was it.

Well, it wasn’t.

The moment that Fred gave you and George the look, you two nodded saying that you needed to go the toilet, and George, kindly offering to go accompany you, leaving Fred alone with the girl he was so strangely interested in. The idea was that after ‘going to the restroom’, you two got lost, giving more time alone for Fred to make his move. But those minutes that you had planned to be ‘lost’ turned into the rest of the night. You couldn’t even count with one hand the amount of times your heart started to beat faster when he got closer to you, or when he noticed you were feeling kinda cold, so he landed his sweater to you. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the dark sky full of stars, the couple of drinks you had minutes ago, but you started to see George differently after that night. You wanted to spend more time with him, but not like those days at Hogwarts, were you helped him and Fred planned their next prank, it was different. You wanted to be more close. Maybe physical or emotionally, you didn’t know.

You spent the entire week confused at your own feeling and thoughts, it was consuming your brain so much that you decided to talk about it with him. Of course, you were terrified. Terrified that he didn’t feel the same way and it was going to ruin the friendship. But the moment that you couldn’t even focus on your work, you took that as a hint that it needed to be talked about.

So, when the weekend came, your heart started to beat faster because you already knew it was the day you were going to... confess your feelings towards him.

Was it the word ‘confess’ your feelings, when you don’t even know what you’re feeling?

The moment you saw him, standing there with that big cheeky smile that you loved so much, your heart started beating so fast that you got the feeling it was going to jump out of your chest. It had to be done, you knew that. You couldn’t stop. You needed to know what he felt, and you wanted him to know how you felt, even if you didn’t even know it yourself.

“What is that pretty head of yours thinking right now?” You heard George asking behind you the moment you put your tea cup on the table, making you snap out of your thoughts.

You turned around giving him a little smile. “Thinking about the time I told you I liked you.”

George let out a smile and gave you a kiss on the forehead, before sitting down next to you. “Can you believe it’s going to be already three months?”

“Honestly, no. I didn’t even know you were going to say you liked me back, so thinking about how much time has passed, I can’t believe non of it.”

Without thinking about it, George grabbed your cheek with the intention to pull you closer and unite his lips with yours, but you grabbed his hand and stopped him from doing it.

“We can’t here, anyone can come in at any second.”

“Dad’s working, mum and Ginny are in the back, Fred is at the shop, and who knows where Ron is with his friends. It’s alright.” He said with a smile and you gave in, since you loved when he got so needy.

You spent the rest of the afternoon talking to George about some new ideas he had for the shop and you got so happy seeing him so excited and passionate about it. You couldn’t take your eyes away from him while he was talking, you felt how your heart was slowly melting and your ears loving that sweet sound of his voice. You were so into the moment, that without thinking about it, you took your hand and left it on his shoulder to caress it with your thumb. He didn’t even notice, since apparently this particularly idea he was talking about was the best he had in weeks.

“Sweetie! Don’t forget to make sure there’s no gnomes left. We don’t want those nasty creatures stealing the food again.” You heard Molly talking fast while entering the house backwards, facing you and George with her back. You immediately took your hand off George’s shoulder once Molly turned around and gave you one of her famous warm smiles. “Darling! I didn’t know you were here.” She said.

“I arrived when you started doing the housework in the backyard.” You said getting up, and once Molly left the heavy box she was carrying, welcomed you with a tight hug, like she always did.

“It’s so good to see you darling.” She said after breaking the hug. “Oh! Do you want to stay for dinner?”

“I don’t know, it’s getting pretty late. Probably should get home before it gets too dark.”

“Then you should stay the night!” A familiar voice talked on the front door. Ginny Weasley walked closer to you to wrap your body in a tight hug. “I love when you stay the night! I miss our sleepovers, Y/n!”

You let out a laugh. “I missed them too.”

“That’s settle, then.” Molly said while Ginny was clapping in excitement. “I’m already ready to feed another mouth.” Molly did a little tap with her hand on your cheek and walked away, leaving you with the two siblings alone in the kitchen.

You turned to lock eyes with George to see that he was already smiling at you, and when Ginny turned around to take off her jacket, he winked at you making you melt on the inside.

“C’mon, I have something to show you.” Ginny grabbed your hand and quickly walked you upstairs, after you shrugged your shoulder at George and he just let out a tiny laugh.

“I’m never going to get tired of eating Molly’s food.” You said as you and Ginny were walking upstairs with George behind you.

“Then you have to come more often, too bad.” Ginny said sarcastically and you let out a tiny laugh. “Alright, see you tomorrow George.” She said but then when she turned around noticing that you weren’t moving towards her room and were staring at George, she quickly asked: “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head turning to face her. “I just need to go to the toilet.”

Ginny nodded still a little bit confused of your sudden strange action, but still, turned around and you lost her as deeper as she got into the house.

“I may be wrong,” George said once you turned to look at him “that when we tell everyone about us, Ginny is the one that’s going to be the most happy.”

You let out a tiny laugh and nodded. “Maybe.”

“She does love you, a lot.” George grabbed your waist to pull your closer and caress your cheek with his thumb. “I don’t blame her.” He said almost in a whisper while staring at your lips.

“Hold yourself, anyone can see us here.”

“You’re no fun, what happened to the troublemaker I met at Hogwarts?”

“She’s still here,” you got closer to his lips “but this Y/n likes to tease you, a lot.” The second he tried to unite his lips with yours, you pulled back leaving the poor George and his needs all by himself.

“You’re awful.” George said jokingly as you were walking backwards and waving at him. “I’ll be waiting for you.” He said, as you winked at him and turned around, finally heading towards Ginny’s room.

“That was fast.” Ginny said the moment she saw you crossing the door.

“What?”

“Didn’t you had to go to the bathroom?”

“Right!” You said normally, but on the inside you were slapping yourself on the forehead with the palm of your hand for being so stupid. “I forgot.”

“You forgot to go to the bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

Ginny furrowed her eyebrows confused. “Strange.”

“Not really.” You shook your head and quickly looked for something to change the subject. “So, what to do you want to do?” You hoped that Ginny didn’t ask more questions, and that seemed to work, since she did a single clap excited and started naming all of the things she wanted to do on that sleepover.

You spent the last hour and a half talking non stop with Ginny while playing some games you two would love playing as kids. It was like you two were teenagers all over again. It didn’t matter that you were a couple of years older than her, she was just another little sister you adore so much. One more is just nothing to you at this point.

As much as you enjoyed talking and hanging with Ginny, you couldn’t wait for the moment she would go to bed and fall asleep. And for your luck, that time came. You started to hear little snores that were coming out of her nose and you smiled to yourself on your bed. Without making any noise and slowly as you ever moved, you walked towards the door and once you were outside, made sure no one was around. And with quiet steps, walked to George’s room.

As you moved the door, your eyes saw him laying on his bed next to an empty one, Fred’s bed. He had his eyes closed while his arm was behind his head, making him look as beautiful and peaceful he has ever been. You bit your lower lip trying to not wake him up as you were walking with your slow steps, but the second you were next to the bed, with his other arm he quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you to the bed, making fall on top of him. “You took your sweet time, gorgeous.”

“I like spending time with your sister, if you would like to know. We were just talking and time flew fast.” You said as you were getting comfortable on the bed, letting your head rest on his chest and your hand caressing his stomach.

“About what?” He asked almost in a whisper.

“Life. Our memories at Hogwarts.” You said and George let out a tiny laugh.

“Hope all good.”

“Yeah. I mean, I had you and Fred as best friends, what could possible go wrong?” You asked sarcastically since almost everything, like you remembered, went wrong ending up in detention.

“We had a great time.” He said and you nodded against his chest. “But it did go fast. Look at us now.”

“Yeah.” You said so softly while remembering all those old memories that your word were almost covered by the wind blowing outside. You felt your feet getting a little bit cold so you pressed them against George’s legs and immediately felt his heat going towards you, but it wasn’t enough.

“Do you think it’s time?” George asked out of the blue and you lifted your head to give him a quick look with your eyebrows furrowed, but then went back to his chest.

“Time for what?”

“To tell everyone.”

You let out a sigh and closed your eyes while thinking your next words. You remembered the moment that you two decided to finally be a thing and to also, keep it a secret. At the moment, it seemed the right thing to do. His family and you were extremely close, so close that they were your second family. The idea of dating never crossed your mind as you were growing up, until it happened. You had denied liking George romantically multiple times, so when it finally happened it was even weirder for you. And it’s not like you expect it to be weird for the Weasley family, the opposite. The amount of times Molly said jokingly that you would make a perfect couple for one of the twins you couldn’t even count them with one hand. So, it wasn’t news that you dating one of them wasn’t going to pass as some news that they talk for a week and then carry on like it’s normal. Because it wouldn’t. You didn’t want to get anyone hopes up of you two working and living the happily ever after, like Molly and Arthur wanted for the children, and then the relationship not working and ruining what you had with the entire family.

You and George not working out was not even in your list of things that could happen, but in reality, it could. So, you two decided to wait and see how the thing was going to turn out. And it did, better than you ever imagined it could.

“I mean,” George added since he noticed your silent. “we decided to tell them once we were ready and we started to noticed our relationship was working... do you think it’s working?”

“Yeah.” You said softly after looking at him with your elbows against the bed. He let out a tiny smile and you couldn’t help but unite his lips with yours. You immediately felt his cold lips but you didn’t mind, somehow it did bring warmth to your body.

“You’re freezing.” George said once he touched your arm and he felt the coldness of it.

“I didn’t plan to stay the night, so I didn’t bring any warmer clothes.” You said shrugging your shoulders with the intention to go back to your prior position but George gently pulled you back and got out of bed and went to the tiny closet he had between the two bed.

After a couple of seconds looking for something, he finally did and let out a tiny smile. “Here.” He said once he handed a tiny sweater that had the letter “G” on it. “Mum made it my second year of Hogwarts, I think it’s going to go well.”

“Perfect.” You said once you put it on and you felt how the warmth or if immediately hit your body.

“You look adorable.” He said getting closer to you and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Bless your mum.” You said caressing your arms while you waited for George to get back on the bed so you could rest your head against his chest once again.

Moments had passed in silence while he was caressing your head and you were slowly feeling how your eyes were getting heavy and your body giving up to the bed and comfort you were feeling. But when your head remembered you were on his room, your eyes quickly went open.

“I should probably go, we don’t want anyone coming in and seeing me here.”

George didn’t respond immediately, so you looked at him and let out a tiny smile when you saw him so peacefully. You got closer to his face to give a kiss on his lips, but before you could do it, he said “5 more minutes?” You let out a tiny smile and melted on the inside.

“5 more minutes.”

“I’m disappointed you guys didn’t invite me to the party.” That was the first thing you heard before you opened your eyes with a familiar voice. It took you and your just woken up brain to realise what was in front of you.

You looked at the red haired boy that you had in front of with a cheeky smile on his face. You were about to smile but then you noticed it was the wrong twin.

“Fred!” You said in a loud whisper getting up from the bed, making George quickly wake up and stare with sleepy eyes at his brother.

“Did you two had fun last night?” Fred asked grinning at you and then his twin.

“What?” You asked and then closed your eyes with strength. “Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck indeed.” He added. “So, when did it all start?”

You turned to George who was staring at you with a smile. He just shrugged his shoulders and you nodded, biting your lip and locking eyes with Fred, who was patiently waiting for the two of us to talk. “Do you have time?” You asked before deciding to tell every single detail.

After telling everything to Fred, he just shrugged his shoulders and added, before leaving the room; “I’m not surprised. Still sad you didn’t invite me to the party.”

George threw a pillow at him and you bit your lower lip trying to hide the smile that wanted to come out.

“Breakfast!” You heard Molly yell once you stepped on the staircase towards the kitchen.

“Mum! Smells great.” George said.

“Like always.” Fred added, giving Molly a kiss on the forehead.

“Y/n, darling,” Molly looked at you while walking towards you with her arms wide open to give you a tight hug. “did you sleep well?”

“Perfectly.” You said with a smile and gave George a quick look.

“Did Ginny let you sleep? She gets a little bit chatty sometimes.”

“No I don’t!” Ginny appeared at the end of the staircase and you let out a tiny laugh. She walked closer to you and wrapped her arms around your shoulder. “Where did you go last night?” She asked and you quickly turned to see if Molly was gone, and for you luck she was and didn’t hear Ginny’s question.

“What?” You asked pretending to not have heard her but before she could repeat herself, Molly spoke before her.

“Was it cold in Ginny’s room yesterday?” She asked and you quickly turned to her.

“What?” You and George asked at the same time. Both Ginny and Molly turned to George confused but then carried on.

“Was it?” Molly asked again. “Because I’ve noticed you burrowed one of her sweaters.”

You felt how your heart dropped to your stomach once you looked down and noticed you were still wearing Goerge’s sweater that he let you use last night. Your brain was looking for excuses to say, but nothing was coming to you.

“That’s not mine.” Ginny said.

“What?” Molly asked confused. “But it has the ‘G’ in it.”

“I don’t remember this sweater being mine.”

You turned to George when your brain couldn’t think of the next thing to say. You two kept staring at each other and even though no words were coming of each other’s mouth, you two knew exactly what the other was thinking.

“Oh, now I remember!” Ginny said, before any words could come out of your mouth or George’s. You turned to her and you noticed something clicked on her brain, since she saw you and George staring at each other. “Yes, it’s mine. I forgot I had it.” She said and then a big smile appeared on her face.

“Oh, good. Now, everyone come sit down, eat your breakfast.” Molly said, thankfully, forgetting about the whole thing immediately.

You turned to George who had a little smile on his face, and when no one was looking, he winked at you which lead you to melt on the inside and your heart to skip a beat. But before you could do anything about it, you felt Ginny grabbing your arm and pulling you aside where no one could hear her.

“So that’s where you were last night?” She asked in a loud whisper and you furrowed your eyebrows confused.

“What?” You asked, hoping that she would soon forget and drop it, but knowing Ginny she wasn’t going to do it. And you knew her very well.

“C’mon, the ‘G’? That’s George’s sweater!” She said more loudly and then looked back hoping no one heard her.

“You’re too smart for your own good, you know that?”

Ginny let out an excited smile and then added, more calmly: “Mrs. Y/n. Weasley. I like that.” She nodded and then without giving you any time to answer, turned around to join her brothers at the table.

You stayed there for a couple of seconds smiling, pretending to not be so in love with that too.

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[nah-she-didnt]

Inheritance

Knitting may be a less physically painful hobby than sewing, Lily thought bitterly as she unraveled her work for the third time in an hour, but it was no less frustrating. True, her fingers bled less while knitting than they did during her needlepoint phase. She’d jabbed herself more times than she could count last time she tried to embroidered a sad-looking flower onto the corner of her least favorite pillowcase. No, knitting certainly yielded less bloodshed than sewing, but it didn’t come without a price.

“Ouch!” Lily cried as she poked her humungous stomach once again with the end of the long, metal knitting needle. She could never get used to her belly, which seemed to swell more and more every day. “Damn- stupid-” She growled with frustration, crumpled up the ruined baby jumper, and hurled the bundle of yarn and needles across the room.

Lily watched the bundle soar through the air as her chest heaved slightly from her outburst. She rubbed absentmindedly at the spot where she’d impaled herself on the needle. Couldn’t break the skin, she reminded herself, but she still bruised like a peach. Little purple bruises all over your stomach weren’t typically a comforting sight in the ninth month of pregnancy.

Eight months. She shuddered a bit at the thought. Eight months of being sick, of stretching and expanding, of reminding herself that she was not a selfish cow for bringing a child into the world in the middle of a war.

For bringing this child into the world.

She groaned as she leaned forward to brace herself to stand. With a huge effort, she was able to push to her feet and shuffle over to retrieve her knitting. Won’t be long now, she thought to herself as she settled back into her spot on the couch to finish her work, stop messing around and get this done before he gets here or you'll never finish.

He.

Her heart sunk at the thought. It had been difficult to hide her disappointment when she’d heard her baby was male. She remembered how James had smiled softly at the scan and squeezed her hand. “A boy,” he’d whispered to her, “a little boy.”

She’d smiled and squeezed his hand right back. A boy.

Lily remembered the moment perfectly, how she’d fallen deep into that all-consuming fog. It was official, at least part of the prophecy was true after all. A boy, born at the end of July...

Three days. That’s all she needed. Three days until the sticky summer days of August. She would distract herself with this horrid jumper for three whole days, and then the baby could come whenever he pleased.

“Having fun?”

Lily jumped in surprise, causing her once again to drop a stitch. “Git,” she grumbled as she squinted down at the yarn, trying desperately to recover her mistake, “can’t you make a noise once in a while? You’ll startle me into early labor.”

James grinned and hopped over the back of the couch, landing next to her with a soft thwump.

“Whatcha got there? Is it a…” he regarded her lumpy, misshapen jumper, “a bib?”

“Very funny,” she snapped, refusing to look at him as she knitted, then purled, then knitted again.

“I’m sorry,” he grinned, clearly trying not to laugh, “I know it’s a jumper. Why the mad rush to finish, anyway?”

“I want it to be ready in time,” she said through teeth gritted in concentration, “he’s going to be here soon.”

“Right.”

Lily waited. She’d known James long enough to know when he was holding back. She turned her head slowly and fixed him with a glare. “What? Go on, spit it out.”

James had long grown used to Lily’s hormonal bitchiness. Nevertheless, he looked unsure of how to proceed without getting his head ripped off. “Well,” he sighed, eyeing the jumper hesitantly, “it’s just that, the jumper’s a bit small, don’t you think? I mean, won’t he be a bit big by the time it’s cold enough outside to wear?”

Lily felt the heat rise in her cheeks. This was absolutely the last thing she needed to hear right now. “I don’t think so. He’s a baby, how big can they be?”

“Well,” James said carefully, “let’s see. It’ll get chilly enough for jumpers by, I dunno, October? So he’ll be three months? He might have some meat on him by then if he’s anything like me when I was a baby.”

“No,” Lily shook her head and returned to her work. Knit. Purl. Knit. Purl. Purl again. “He’d be two months. Two.”

James sighed. “Lil-”

“If he’s born in August he’ll be two months in October.”

“We have to be prepared for the wo-”

“No.” Lily said the word quietly, but with a danger she hadn’t realized she possessed.

James held up his hands in surrender. “You’re right. Ignore me. I didn’t mean-”

“He’ll be tiny,” Lily said into her hands. Knit. Purl. Dropped stitch. Damn. “Tiny enough to fit into this sweater. And he’ll be perfect. And safe and healthy and loved.” Another stitch dropped. It was getting hard to see her work through her tears.

“Lily,” James said softly as he reached for her hands. He brought the needles slowly down from her face and tucked his hand over hers in her lap. “Let’s take a break for a moment, alright?”

She nodded. She could have wrestled her hand from under his to wipe the tears from her cheek, but she let them fall freely. James wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled him into her chest.

They stayed that way for a while, Lily crying silently into James’ chest. After a while, she became aware of his own warm tears on her hair. She wondered dully if he was thinking what she was thinking. What have we done?

“Why the knitting?” James murmured as he ran a hand up and down her arm comfortingly, “why the rush?”

Lily sniffed. She hadn’t expected the question, and she suddenly found she didn’t have an answer. Knitting just seemed like a thing to do for your baby. “I just want him to have something of mine. Something to...remember me by.”

It was a mark of the bond between them that James did not protest at her words. He knew more than anyone how their stories could end. How little time they might have with their son.

“He’s going to love it. But you know,” James nudged her chin gently with his forefinger so that she looked up into his face. His cheeks were still blotchy from his tears, but a real smile shone on his lips. “You know he’s going to have your eyes. How could he not? That’s something he could never get from anyone else.”

Lily smiled too. She tried to picture her own green eyes looking back up at her from a bundle of blankets in her arms. Her eyes, maybe James’ hair. It was a lovely picture.

“Three days,” she leaned up and kissed James gently on the lips, “let’s get through the next three days. We’ll have plenty to worry about when he arrives and I won’t have time to finish this stupid jumper.”

James laughed. He stood from the couch, stretching his arms above his head as he went. “He’s going to love the sweater, Lil. Who knows, maybe he’ll give it to his own baby someday.”

“Oh, god,” Lily murmured as she resumed her work with a renewed intensity, “don’t say that. He’ll need something nicer than this for his own kids, this one’s shite.”

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“I can’t believe you didn’t let me at the baby boxes first,” Ginny grumbled as she poured through a trunk of useless artifacts from her and her brothers’ infancies. A torn sweater here, a lone bootie there. A Babbity Rabbity book that was so worn from years of use that it tore at the binding. Ten years and seven children later, even the hardiest hand-me-downs could fall apart. “Bill got all the good stuff for Vic.”

“Well, dear,” her mother sighed as she levitated yet another trunk onto the kitchen table, “he was the first in the family to have children, after all.”

“It’s not like Fluer lets her kids wear any of our old jumpers,” Ginny muttered bitterly, “it isn’t from Paris, so of course it’s all rubbish.”

“What about this, Ginny?” Hermione called from her spot across the table. She’d spotted a dusty, but beautiful, mobile made up of stars and whirling planets folded up in the corner of a trunk. Small silver chimes hung from the top of the mobile which could almost certainly be charmed to play softly as the baby slept below. “This is lovely, isn’t it?”

Ginny, despite her determination to be a grumpy, hormone-filled nightmare today, eyed the mobile with interest. “It is nice.”

“Hmm,” her mother hummed as she dug through a bag of old baby socks, looking for a matching pair, “I suppose I didn’t let all the good stuff go to your brother after all, then?”

Ginny huffed as she accepted the mobile from Hermione and gingerly placed it into her bag. “Fine. Maybe not. But he’s still always been your favorite child.”

“What about me, then?” Ron called as he strode into the room, Harry at his side.

Ginny threw a faded plush snitch at his head, which he caught easily. “Not you, git. Bill.”

“Oh, true,” Ron shrugged as he leaned down to kiss Hermione on the cheek. By the time they got married and had kids of their own, Ginny thought savagely, there would surely be nothing usable left in the trunks. This was her only consolation.

“Gin, it’s alright. We don’t need anything from here,” Harry said reasonably as he peered into the trunk with interest. “Of course, Molly, it’s all lovely. But we’re buying loads of stuff for the baby, he’ll be just fine.”

“But still!” Ginny protested as she dug further into the trunk, “I want the memories, you know? I want to pass something down to my kids. Something like...like this.”

At the very bottom of the trunk lay a tiny, perfectly folded Gryffindor jumper. No years of wear-and-tear, no moth holes or loose strings hanging from the sleeves. Her mother had even added a tiny lion to the front in perfect golden stitches against the crimson background. Ginny pulled the jumper gingerly from the trunk and ran the tips of her fingers along the ridiculously soft wool.

“Oh, Molly,” Hermione murmured in awe as she stared at the jumper in Ginny’s hands. “It’s beautiful.”

Her mother smiled softly. “I knit that jumper when I was pregnant with you, Ginny.” Her voice had grown hoarse, as if she was trying her best to keep the emotion at bay. “I wanted you to have something of your very own. You only wore it a few times before you got too big. It was silly, really, to spend so much time making something that you’d grow right out of, but I couldn’t help it.”

“No wonder we were all in Gryffindor,” Ron grinned, as he eyed the jumper, “you and dad have been priming us since birth.”

“Oh, hush,” her mother snapped at Ron, “you know we didn’t care, not really. After all, I was almost sure Percy would be in Ravenclaw when he first went to school, but then-”

“Harry?”

Hermione’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it stopped mum’s story at once.

Harry’s eyes were on the jumper in her hands, and they were wet. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at the bundle of red and gold. He didn’t give any indication that he’d heard Hermione say his name.

Ginny felt her heart sink into her stomach. “Harry, what’s wrong?”

“What?” Harry shook himself a bit as if coming out of a dream. He glanced around at all the eyes fixed on him. “Oh, sorry. I just thought- never mind. Being silly.” He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly, his chest still heaving slightly. The legs of his chair scraped loudly across the kitchen floor as he stood suddenly.

“Got to get some fresh air, excuse me,” and Harry practically bolted through the kitchen and through the back door.

Her mother gazed sadly after him. “Oh dear, I should have thought before bringing all this out. I hope he’s not too upset.”

“It’s alright mum,” Ginny patted her mother’s arm gently, “he’ll be fine. I’ll go talk to him.”

Ginny crossed over to the back door and eased her way through it. How on earth had her mother, a woman who had been pregnant at least seven times, been able to live in a house with such tiny doorways? She waddled down the porch and into the back garden towards her husband’s form.

It was difficult to see him in the early evening light, but she did not like the look of the way his shoulders slumped forward where he stood.

“Hey,” she breathed as she reached Harry. She could tell he’d been crying by the way his breath caught in his throat with each inhale. The sound made her feel faintly sick. “What happened in there?”

Harry shook his head sharply. “Nothing. Being stupid, that’s all.”

“It’s not stupid,” she took his hand in hers and gripped it tight. “Having a baby is scary. I get it. I don’t have any less faith in you for being scared.”

“It’s not that,” he whipped around to look at her, his eyes alight with adrenaline. “I’m not scared. I’m going to protect our baby with every breath I have left in me, I promise you that, Ginny.”

She smiled patted his hand gently. He had these moments every now and then, the wild sense of panic that always preceded a fight. She couldn’t blame him exactly, given everything he’d lost, but she was worried for him. “I know you will. I will, too.”

Harry nodded vigorously and turned back to the garden. She could feel his body relaxing slightly, could sense some of the panic recede from his muscles and release through his exhale.

“I’m sorry I freaked out,” Harry breathed as he brought their clasped hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, “it was that damned tiny jumper. It was unnaturally small. I don’t remember Teddy being that small, do you?”

Ginny laughed and leaned her head against his shoulder. The sun was really setting now, casting the entire yard in a soft orange glow. Somewhere in the distance, a family of gnomes grumbled to each other as they dug through her mother’s tomato patch. “He was never that small, though I suppose Teddy was a bit of a fat baby.”

Harry snorted. “I’m telling him you said that.”

“Don’t!” Ginny swatted at him playfully, “don’t you dare!”

He just laughed again and pulled her close against his chest, the back of her head resting comfortably against him.

“It is nice, though,” he sighed, “the idea of passing something down to your kids. Giving them a little part of you. I wish I’d had more of my parents’ things.”

Ginny nodded slowly. She couldn’t imagine a childhood without hand-me-downs. A little bit of history in every toy, every piece of clothing. “Perhaps we can make up for it. Create some new traditions.”

“Yeah?” She could hear him grinning through the word. “How would we do that?”

Ginny sighed, a little horrified with herself at what she was about to say.

“Well, we could always ask my mother to give us knitting lessons.”

Really. Married, pregnant, and finally letting her mother teach her to knit after years of protestation. What had her life come to?

[talatomaz]

chased away by shadows | hailey upton x fem!reader

a/n: i didn’t include a love confession but i did reference it. after 8x11, we saw how hailey reacts to those words and honestly, i get it bc i’m kinda the same so i just changed it up a bit.

not a huge fan of this and there’s not as much hailey x r as i initially wanted but oh well, hope you still like it anon

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by anon: “hi! can i please request a hailey upton x intelligence love interest reader please? it’s been a really rough case and reader is quite depressed and hailey comes over and reader ends up falling asleep safe and warm in hailey’s arms and in the morning there is a love confession maybe? hope that makes sense, thank you x ”

warnings: mentions of assault, death, murder. usual canon violence

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“Upton and I will take the front. Burgess, Atwater, secure the back.”

You ordered, whispering into your comms.

It had been a rough couple of days.

The Intelligence Unit had caught a rape and murder case with seemingly no witnesses or leads to the sick bastard who’d done this.

Like the rest of your team, you were damn near losing the end of your rag at the lack of leads and it didn’t help that this brought up some unwanted memories from your past.

You shrugged them off, not wanting to get emotional at work but it was difficult. Especially when you had no idea who you were looking for.

But you’d managed to catch a break as one of your CIs had contacted you, telling you that they had heard about some gang member who’d been boasting about “having fun with a chick before popping her off”.

After some further investigation, you’d managed to identify the man. He had a rap sheet about as long as your arm, including prior battery and assault charges.

It was only when Halstead had found out that he was holed up in a supposedly vacant property that you’d all geared up, armed to the nines because you knew the kind of heat this gang carried.

“On my mark.” Halstead said into your comms.

He waited a few moments for you all to get into position. You were standing behind Hailey, your hand on her arm, alert and ready to conduct your search.

“Be careful.”

“You too.” You replied softy to your girlfriend.

You’d been dating for the past 6 months, having fallen into bed one night after a evening out at Molly’s. You’d both agreed to keep it a secret as it was a one-time thing but what you both didn’t realise at the time was just how much you liked one another.

It had soon become a habit. The two of you sleeping together after everyone gathered for a social call at Molly’s until one evening, Hailey told you that she liked you and wanted the two of you to be more than just sex.

You were surprised to say the least because there was never any indication that she liked you. In fact, you thought she was out of your league considering how beautiful and smart she was. But you decided to take the leap and you were so glad you did because you loved being with her.

Not that you’d told her those words yet, mind you.

It was a tough thing to say, for you anyway, especially after your past alongside the lack of any emotional attachments with your parents. And you knew Hailey had her fair share of trauma too, the majority of which you learned after you and Ruzek overheard her telling a suspect they had in interrogation.

And although your relationship wasn’t without its flaws, it had pretty much been smooth sailing since the moment you’d got together. No unnecessary drama or bullshit.

That was the last thing the both of you needed in this type of job.

“Now.” Halstead ordered so you gave a quick nod to the blonde before yelling “Chicago PD!” as Hailey kicked the door down.

There were a few offenders in the house who tried to run when you’d entered and as Hailey and the rest of the team went to secure them, you made your way up the stairs to see if there was anyone else hiding out.

Your arm was extended, gun clutched carefully in your hand, finger just next to the trigger, ready for any indication of movement. Reaching the landing at the top of the stairs, you entered one of the bedrooms. As you stepped through the door, someone jumped out and hit you in the head with a bottle. It shattered upon contact with your skull and the force threw you as you groaned in pain.

You began fighting the male, who weighed at least 100 pounds more than you, so it was no small feat. You wrestled with the gun he’d aimed at you before kicking him in between his legs and throat punching him.

As he coughed to catch his breath, you grabbed your gun that had fallen out of your hands and aimed it at the man crumbled on the floor. Ignoring the way blood seeped from your wound and down your face, you yelled, “Chicago PD. Stay down or I will drop you.”

Staring down at him, you realised that it was the man you’d been looking for and when he looked up at you with a sinister smirk on his face, you wanted nothing more than to shoot him where he lay.

But you had more self control than that so, instead, you kept your gun trained on him and called downstairs for back-up.

In less than a minute, Hailey and Jay were right beside you. Jay handcuffed the suspect and you re holstered your gun.

“Baby, are you okay?” Hailey asked frantically, her hand gently cupping your face as she examined the cut on your forehead.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You said, releasing the breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

“Are you sure? You’re bleeding pretty badly.”

You winced when Hailey touched the wound.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine. Come on, let’s go.”

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

After apprehending the suspect, Hailey had forced you to be checked out by one of the paramedics who’d arrived to take care of one of the offenders that Kevin had shot. They’d cleaned and stitched the wound and told you to take some paracetamol for the pain.

Now you were currently watching Voight and Halstead take lead on interrogating the man who’d attacked you at the house.

The man was so vile that you had to force yourself to not jump through the two-way glass and smack him silly. He’d copped to the murder but wouldn’t admit to the rape, sitting there with a smirk on his face.

“She wanted it rough. She was a slut. I just gave her what she wanted.”

The words continued to ring in your ear as they were words that you, yourself, had once been told. Forcing the bile back down your throat, you watched as Voight moved to stand behind the man, his hands on his shoulders.

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you.” Voight said, the threat lingering behind his words.

Your hands clenched into fists as he continued to speak.

“I ain’t gonna apologise for banging that whore. She got what she wanted.”

You could feel your anger boiling until it threatened to consume you so you left the viewing room and briskly walked to your desk.

You grabbed your coat that was hung on the back of your chair and ran out of the precinct; ignoring how your girlfriend’s eyes bore in your body as you hurried out of the building.

She decided to let you go, knowing that you needed space for a few hours.

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

When you got back to your apartment, you fell down onto your couch, picked up one of the throw pillows and screamed into it, your frustrations coming to a blow.

You went from screaming to crying out of anger and old pain until you felt a hand on your shoulder that startled you. You hadn’t even realised Hailey had used her key to enter your apartment.

“Oh, baby.” Hailey murmured when she saw how red your eyes were.

She placed a soft kiss on your cheek and went to your freezer to grab an ice pack. She wrapped it in a table cloth and gently rested it over your eyes, the coolness soothing your swollen eyes immediately.

You tried to take the ice pack away from her but she simply tsked at you; too tired to fight, you instead relished in her taking care of you.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, finally gathering the courage to speak.

“It’s been a rough couple of days, honey. No one blames you for your reaction.”

“That’s not why I’m so...so angry and why I’m like this.” Your voice barely louder than a whisper but Hailey still heard you.

“What do you mean?” The blonde asked, furrowing her brows in concern. But her eyes told you that she already knew what you meant and that made your heart hurt.

“I just-I. It was a long time ago, back in high school. I’m over it but cases like these just bring it all back up, you know?” You sighed, deciding to remain ambiguous whilst knowing full well she knew exactly what you were referring to.

“Oh, baby,” Hailey repeated as she wrapped her free arm around you and pulled you close.

“The guy ended up confessing not long after you left. Voight stuck him in the cage and he ended up having a change of heart.” Hailey told you as she placed soft kisses on your forehead.

Your derived snort was muffled as your head was buried in Hailey’s chest but she heard you and chuckled in response.

“You’re safe now, y/n. You’re safe with me.” Hailey whispered, breaking the peaceful silence that had filled the room.

Her words brought a sense of calm to you as you sighed contently in her arms.

Gently removing the ice pack from your eyes, she put it on the table before lifting your chin up with her finger, bringing you in for a deep, reassuring kiss.

“I-I’m glad you’re in my life, Hailey” You said, catching yourself before you said those three words. You weren’t ready to say them aloud just yet and you had a feeling that your girlfriend felt the same way.

The blonde smiled knowingly, kissing your lips once more before hugging you close to her as you both got comfortable on the large couch you were still on.

“I’m glad to have you in my life too.”