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Chocolate and Pining

Jim Halpert x GN!Reader PART TWO [TABLE OF CONTENTS]

Summary: Something’s up with Michael- you haven’t seen hide nor tail of him for a whole week. To top that off, Pam’s insistent flirting is starting to officially get to you. What happens when you confront her with the truth?

Warnings: Mentions of a concussion (brief), Confronting someone, Intrusive thoughts (minor)

You were currently sitting at your desk earlier than usual, typing on your computer with a concentrated look. Few people were in the office so far- being, Dwight, Angela, Phyllis, and surprisingly Kelly in the kitchen brewing the first pot of coffee. You weren't usually this early, but you had a strong sneaking suspicion and as you checked through your calendar, Michael's calendar- anything you could find- your face just became more distressed.

You pulled out your red notepad labelled 'Michael's Meetings' and started flipping through it to the latest note written, reading through and working backwards. The camera watched your frantic actions, though no one else in the office seemed to care.

With a loud yawn, Jim walked through the office doors, raising his eyebrows at spotting you sitting in your seat already. "G'mornin'," Jim mumbled, tapping your desk lightly as he passed. You looked up quickly, straightening and shooting a 'Psst!' over at him. He furrowed his brow and dropped his bag on his desk before wandering back to the reception area and leaning against your own. "What's up Y/L/N?"

"When was the last time Michael called a meeting?"

Jim looked confused, tilting his head with a quiet, "Huh?" You just started flipping through your papers again, sighing.

"When was the last time Michael called a meeting or had us play a silly game for some stupid reason- or even tried to pull a prank?" You glanced back up at him, furrowing your brow, "When did he last say 'That's what she said’?"

Jim has now begun to look worried, slumping lower on the desk. "Oh- uhh." He seemed to think, shaking his head, "I mean he congratulated me on my jello prank- last week?" He hummed, meeting your gaze. "I see why you're worried."

"Yeah, this is completely unlike him!" You whisper-yelled, shaking your head. "An entire week of no meetings called randomly, no obnoxious pranks- he didn't even have actual work scheduled. It's like he's just sitting in his office with the blinds drawn twiddling his thumbs!" You threw your hands up at this, continuing, "Now either something is very wrong with him, or..."

"Or?" Jim smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Or he's planning something! The last two times he was quiet for this long was one, when he had gotten a 'secret' girlfriend that ended up using him to cheat on her husband, and two-"

"When he was planning his self-proclaimed 'Ultimate Prank'?" Jim finished, straightening up and glancing around the office, worried.

"Exactly." You dropped your notebook onto the table with a 'plop,' leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "And I'm willing to bet this is 'Ultimate Prank number 2.'" —

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You and Jim sat side by side in the conference room, looking both exasperated and worried at the same time. "So the 'Ultimate Prank' that Michael pulled actually happened only a few weeks after I first started here," You began, sighing and glancing at Jim.

"Yeah, I honestly didn't expect them to come back the next day, they weren't exactly used to Michael's antics just yet," Jim stated with a shrug.

"I almost didn't," You mumbled, lifting your thumb to bite at your nail as Jim continued.

"His so-called 'Ultimate Prank'," said with air quotes, "Was when he decided he needed to one-up everyone in the office. He found these heavy-duty buzzers- I don't even know where he got them- but he placed one under every desk in the office. It was right at noon that he decided to turn the remote up to full blast. Every desk in the office began shaking violently."

"He had tried to put one under my desk but since mine is connected to the floor, all it did was shake everything on the top of my desk." You cheekily input, chuckling lightly.

"It was chaos immediately. Someone yelled 'earthquake' and half the people in the office tried to duck under their desks. The other half jumped up and tried to back away from them, realising it was only the desks that were shaking." Jim looked back at you, his head shaking.

"It only went on for about a minute, but it felt like time-stretched. Meredith ended up one of the ones under the desk, and it had hit her in the head so hard she ended up with a concussion. The desks kept shaking, moving across the floor, and eventually-"

"All of our paperwork, all of our phones and computers- bam! Crashed onto the floor." Jim interrupted, throwing his hands down as if to mimic them all crashing. You chuckle lowly, shaking your head.

"I was sure Michael was going to be fired after that." You admitted, shrugging your shoulders. "But as Oscar ran the numbers, we had enough spare money in our budget to replace every computer that broke. It was Michael's saving grace."

"I don't think," Jim tapped his chin, turning toward you, "Was corporate ever told about the incident?"

"I mean, I didn't tell. And I doubt Michael would've risked it. You know his saying, 'What happens at the Scranton branch,"

"Stays at the Scranton Branch," You both finished, and you giggle softly and look away.

— "What do you think the prank might be?" Jim questioned. They were back at the desk in the morning as if continuing where they left off.

"I'm more worried about the repercussions. There could be a fire, more medical bills-" You huffed, shaking your head. You both were quiet for a second before Jim glanced around the office quickly, leaning in closer and whispering to you.

"Has Michael come in yet?" You shook your head in response and Jim tapped your desk twice before waving for you to follow him. Jumping up quickly, you round the desk and follow Jim to the door of Michael's office.

"Are you sure we should do this?"

"Do you want to minimize the destruction this will definitely cause?" Jim whispered back, giving you expectant eyes. "Besides, it's not like he'd ever fire us." You only shrugged in response, unable to argue either point. Jim nodded, and with the both of you in agreement, he pushed open the door. You enter quickly after him, closing the door quietly behind yourself. "Okay, you look at any papers he may have written on, I'll check his computer."

You nod at his plan before rushing behind his desk. Jim was booting up the computer as you started flipping through loose pages on his desk, opening drawers and looking for anything that may be of interest. As Jim logs into Michael's computer, you find a small post-it note and pull it up.

Ideas for Pranks: Freeze office for ice rink Fill everyone's desk FULL of jello Fake emergency Create Real emergency?? (this item on the list is crossed out) Fake retirement ------ TODD (circled)

"Jim," You began, lifting the post-it note out of the drawer and holding it in front of him. You both read it before you glanced at him with a head tilt. "Who is Todd?" The look on Jim's face almost scared you before he answered.

"Todd Packer. An old coworker of Michael's." He huffed, shaking his head. "Think of how bad Michael was when you first met him, but times that by three and add an extra dose of pervert." You shuddered at the thought, placing the note down to continue looking, seeing if there was any other evidence you could find.

"Oh hey, I found some emails with Todd. They look recent." You leaned over without thought, hovering close to Jim as you read the back and forth between them.

Michael: Hey big man! Toady Toddy!! What say we meet up this Friday? I'm planning this HUGE prank and I want you to be there!! We gotta plan together! Todd: Oh a prank?? Count me in! I'll bring the cupcakes, you bring the camera! Michael: Wow man! That sounds great and all but I didn't want to repeat a prank, I have this whole new one planned! It includes you! Todd: Well if it includes me then I'm gonna bring what I want. Just remember not to eat them unless you want a good time ;D

"Do you know what prank they're referencing?" You ask, looking over toward Jim and finally realizing just how close your face was to him. Jim kept scanning the words as if they would give any further clue before turning his head slightly toward you, finally locking eyes. You watched his eyes widen slightly before returning to normal as if realizing the proximity. You also happened to notice his pupils grow slightly, and the so-quick-it-almost-didn't-happen glance to your lips then back to their eyes. You cleared your throat, straightening up and backing away from the shared proximity, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"The," Jim hesitated, licking his lips before turning his attention back to the screen, "The cupcake one? No. But it certainly sounds like we shouldn't eat them."

"Yeah," You huffed, crossing your arms, "But good luck telling the office that. They'd never refuse a cupcake without proof."

"I mean," Jim shrugged, straightening up and somehow ending up in close proximity to you again, "Aren't these emails proof enough? We can forward them to everyone."

"Yeah, but if we tell everyone right now- spoil Michael's big prank- what do you think will happen? Whatever urged him to start this is gonna make him want to plan something else. And be even more secretive about it since he'd know we're onto him."

Jim sighs in response, nodding along and looking down at the post-it note on the desk. "And whatever he plans after this will make these look like child's play."

"Exactly. We just now need to figure out both what Michael plans to do, and what Todd plans to do." You huff, crossing your arms. "Go ahead and forward it to our emails, at least, so we have proof later if we need it."

"Already on it, Y/N/N." Jim sent a smirk over his shoulder before clicking a few more emails, continuing his search. You really couldn't help the secret smile that stretched across your face, turning and beginning a search through the filing cabinets. After another little bit of searching, you ended up pulling out a printed receipt, scanning it.

"This looks like Michael ordered a-" You hesitated, moving closer to Jim, "A bouncy castle? To arrive on the 16th-" You bring up your phone, check the date and sigh, "So, next week."

"On the same day that you happen to have a one-year anniversary?" Jim asks, raising an eyebrow at you before turning toward the computer again. "We're looking for things related to the prank, not your big surprise party."

"Yeah, well, what if this is the prank?" You continued to scan the page as Jim turned toward you with a distressed look. "What if Michael just uses the day as an excuse to start his prank?"

"Y/N," Jim began placing his hands on your elbows and ducking his head to lock eyes with you, "Your anniversary is about you. I doubt Michael would take that away from you."

"A bouncy castle? For me?" You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at Jim, shaking your head. "I'd receive a party thrown by the planning committee if anything- this is just Michael needing a distraction. A way to pull focus from something else."

"Michael, I have a favour to ask of you-"

"Not now Dwight, I just got in-"

Both you and Jim widen your eyes in surprise at the conversation heard in the doorway. You both turn, you were putting the few papers back where they had been and Jim began closing the tabs he had opened and started the shutdown process. You were at the door first, popping out quickly and leaving the door cracked.

Seeing Michael round the corner and realizing Jim still wasn't out of the room, you walked over and took Michael's arm, walking halfway around him so Michael spun, his back to his office door now. "Michael, I have some questions about the itinerary-" Michael scoffs loudly in response, waving his arms as Jim finally slips out of the office and closes it gently.

"I thought I told you! Don't plan any meetings with clients until I say you can, I just-"

"Is there something more important than our work, Michael?" You asked pointedly, raising your eyebrows toward him. Jim slipped quietly to his desk, sitting and starting up his own computer. Dwight, who now stood behind you after you intercepted and now still wanted to speak with Michael, glared over at Jim with suspicion.

"Work-" Michael hesitated, and you could tell it killed him to keep his secret, "This is work!" He shot a finger up, as if realizing a good lie to use, "Yes! Work, straight from corporate. You wouldn't have heard above it, it's above your pay grade."

"Yeah, Y/N, above your pay grade," Dwight parroted, circling around to stand in front of them with his arms crossed. “But not mine, since I’m Assistant Regional Manager.”

“Assistant to the Regional Manager. And yes, it’s even above your pay grade, Dwight.”

"Right, I'll just hold all meetings and calls then," You replied, nodding and backing away to your desk. As you finally sat, watching Michael and Dwight disappear into the former's office, you and Jim locked eyes once more, both with proud grins.

You sat and watched the giggles Pam threw at Jim, the longing looks from back from him. This was a common enough occurrence, but even so, you sighed, unable to keep it in. With Michael not letting you actually work there was nothing to distract you from it. You tried to scoot in closer to your PC, your Word document up and filled with half a chapter of your newest fan fiction, and you attempted to write another sentence. Halfway through, and another giggle later, you instead hastily grab your coffee cup and all but run to the kitchen.

Realizing no coffee was in the pot, you emptied the used coffee grounds and began the process of a new pot. After placing the water and pressing the start button, you hear the door open behind you and turn to see Pam entering with two cups in her hands. You took a deep breath- you’re still friends of course. You can't help the jealousy, and it's certainly not her fault.

"Hey, making a new pot?"

"That I am!" The reply seemed a little too cheerful, but Pam seemed to shrug it off, placing the two cups down as you both waited for the coffee to brew. It was quiet for roughly half a pot of coffee before Pam finally spoke up, quietly and carefully.

"Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

'No,' You thought to yourself, but with your next words sprung out almost against your will, "Actually, yes." You were thrown off completely. 'No. Do not say anything, this is what they want, this is what they do. You have no right-' "I just don't find it fair," You began, turning and leaning your hip against the counter. Pam smirked slightly, tilting her head. "It's not fair to Jim." At this, Pam's smile slowly fell away, until she continued in her quiet whisper.

"What's not fair to Jim?"

"The way you guys flirt. I know it's not my business," You threw your hands up in mock surrender, turning toward the almost full coffee pot, "But you're engaged. You have a wedding date set for next month. And you keep on flirting with him. It just-" You huff, shaking your head with an involuntarily concerned expression, "It seems like you're leading him on. And you have a fiance! Roy would be devastated if he heard anything that went on up here."

It was quiet until the pot finished brewing. You grabbed it to begin pouring into the three cups when you finally heard a soft, "Oh," From Pam. She waited until you set the pot back in the machine and turned to look at her before speaking again, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't realize you were in love with him."

You choked, sputtered, dropping the spoon you had picked up for the sugar. Pam easily reached over, taking the sugar container and spoon to finish the three coffees. Once you got your voice back, shaking your head, you quickly exclaimed, "What? No, that's- I don't- That's not why I said that!"

"I know you're not asking me to back off, Y/N. I'm not saying that." Your eyes met and Pam's held a sort of pity, "You're saying you want Jim to be happy, you're thinking long-term. And he can't be with me, which will upset him unless I let him down easy." Pam sighed softly, nodding, "I know this, I always have. If I'm honest I should've stopped flirting when the date was set. Before that, even. But-" Pam bit her lip, looking back up to you, "I didn't realize he had any suitors. That he had a chance."

"I-" You began, but the words were lost to you. You just shook your head before Pam held a hand up to stop you, finishing off with the creamer in the coffees meanwhile.

"Don't say anything. You don't have to deny it for my sake, I've seen how you looked at him before, I just never put it together." Pam washed the spoon, put it in the drainer, and then lifted her cup to her lips with both hands. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here. I promise I won't make it awkward. And don't worry," Pam winked now, a small smile spreading, "I'm done now. The only flirting you'll catch me doing is with my husband."

Pam turned and walked out of the room, leaving you standing there and flustered. It took another minute of shaking your head and taking a few breaths before you reached for your coffee, noticing Jim's still sitting there. You grab both, pushing your way out of the kitchen and back into the office.

Jim wasn't sitting at his desk. You walked by, placing his mug on his desk and smiling softly- apologetically- toward Pam, before returning to your own desk. Rounding the corner, you finally found Jim. Kneeled down behind your desk, staring directly at your computer. At your word document. At the fanfiction- 'No!'

"Jim-!"

"You know," Jim began, turning to look at you with a smirk, "I was originally crouching back here to scare you. Pop up and say, ‘Boo!’" He laughed sweetly, and you had to put your coffee down from how much you were beginning to shake. "But I found something much better."

"Jim, I can explain-"

"You don't need to explain anything," Jim stood with a smile, walking closer and placing a hand on your elbow. "But why didn't you tell me you've read the books? Just wanted me to make a fool of myself telling you all those stories?"

"No, I haven't," You replied quickly, shaking your head. "I've just-" You hesitate, closing down the Word document quickly before taking Jim's wrist and practically running into the hallway for some privacy. "I haven't read them, I swear. But you sounded so passionate when you told me about it, I kind of- sort of- fell for the characters?"

Jim watched your almost pained expression trying to explain this to him, shoving his hands into his pockets. "So you're telling me you wrote all that, just from the stories I've been telling you about the book?"

"Yes," You huffed, defeated, "And I know they're probably nowhere near how the characters actually act-"

"It's completely how they act," Jim interrupted with a laugh, his smile never leaving, "And even if it wasn't, fanfiction isn't meant to be canon fiction. It's made by a fan, for their own purposes. You can have Sally learning to fly and it'd still be a fiction worth reading. Because you put your heart into it." There was a pause before Jim cleared his throat, shrugging, "Or, at least your time I mean. Put your time into it."

"So, you're not-" You hesitated, unsure of how to finish their sentence. Jim looked confused before withdrawing his hands, taking a step closer to you, crowding your space in a mirror to this morning.

"I don't think any less of you if that's your question. I'm not mad, I'm not going to make fun of you," Jim huffs a laugh, shrugging, "Honestly I'd love to read it. All of it, from the beginning."

You were shocked, breathing in deeply. Then you laughed, and couldn't stop laughing as Jim watched you, holding your elbow to keep you from falling over. You were surprised, having not expected this, and didn't exactly know what to do next.

"Alright, Halpert. I'll take you up on that- I guess."

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starset21 · 2 months

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The Apocalypse

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“Hurry up!” A man was waiting for them to pull up outside of a large industrial building. They climbed out and gathered their equipment. “Gas leak?” Chief Bodin asked. “Yeah. We use anhydrous ammonia as a refrigerant. The line broke. You can't breathe in there. All employees are accounted for, but Scooter and Brad are trapped on the roof,” the man told him. “Main, gonna need a level one hazmat response. Casey, get your ladder up on the roof. Masks on,” Chief ordered. “You heard him. Let's go,” Casey yelled, everyone jumping into action. “We're about 8 feet short,” Casey radioed. “On it. Get the 10-foot down,” Severide yells. Hermann hands Severide the ladder and he starts climbing. He gets about halfway up the ladder when an explosion booms. “Hey, Casey! You all right?” he calls up to the other lieutenant. “I'm awake now,” Casey jokes as he stands back up from where he had ducked down on the ladder. “Hey, an ammonia explosion like that produces very little fire. We are gonna wait for hazmat to breach, boys. It's too dangerous. Come on down,” the Chief tells them. “Hey, Chief, we can get the workers on the roof. At least let us do that,” Severide asks. “Okay. Two minutes.” There’s overlapped shouting and more sirens in the distance. “Hey, we got to get off this roof, Halstead, Herrmann, come help us get them down,” Casey called into his radio. “Copy that,” Herrmann nodded to Dani before heading up the ladder. They helped the men down and over to the ambo. “The nearest Ambo's five minutes out,” Chief told Mills. “Chief, victims are in respiratory distress,” Mills warned. “We can load two or three into the squad,” Severide offered. “We'll head to Chicago Med and help offload,” Casey added. “Okay. Mills, call ahead. Tell them that their day is gonna be a whole hell of a lot busier,” Chief ordered.

“When do you have to be at work?” Jay asked making some coffee. “Ten minutes ago?” Will told him as he brushed by, looking at his watch. “It's your first day,” Jay looks at him incredulously. “Uh, first and last, as it turns out. Almond milk? You don't have any regular milk in here?” Will asks. “You're joking,” Jay deadpans. “No. I got to get back,” Will told him. “To what? I thought the partners kicked you out of the practice.” Will poured some almond milk into his coffee. “They did, but... now, this may come as a shock to you... there are other practices in New York City,” Will tells Jay before taking a sip. “Hey, how 'bout, for once, you see something all the way through,” Jay tells him. “Wow, you sound like the old man,” Will huffed. “There it is. I mean, that is why you're blowing back out of town, right?” Jay countered. “What do you care?” Will asks. “I care because you’ve been a dick any time Dani’s tried to get you to come to visit. Just give it a couple of weeks at this new job. At least. You never know,” Jay told him. Will looked down at his watch again. “I got to go,” he told Jay before grabbing his bag and heading for the door.

Arriving at Chicago Med, the Truck 81 crew and a few of the squad guys began helping people inside. “Hope you guys ate a big breakfast,” Kelly joked with April as he helped someone into a chair. “We're gonna have to start doubling up bays and separating the flu patients from the gas victims,” Will tells April. “Okay. Everyone, may I have your attention, please? Can I have your attention?” April tried but nobody was listening and people kept talking over her. Dani whistled loudly, getting everyone’s attention. “Listen up!” She huffed. “All right, we are going to have a very full day here. And I understand none of you feel well, but we're gonna need help from you as well as patience. If you're here because of the ammonia leak, I'm gonna need you on this side of the room when I say so. If you're here because of the flu or something not life-threatening, I'm gonna…” April trailed off as a man stood up on a chair. “Sir, not yet, please. I need everyone…” April tried to get the man to step down. “If you thought Ebola was a nightmare, I am the apocalypse! Death to all Americans. You're all dead in two weeks. Allahu akbar!” the man yelled and revealed to them he was holding a grenade and pulling out the pin.

It all happened so fast, there was screaming. One moment Kelly was standing next to Dani and the next he was bolting past her to push the man away from people, hitting the floor as the grenade exploded. The explosion threw people and debris around, smoke filled the ED. Electricity crackled. Alarms blared. “Casey, what the hell happened?” Chief yelled into the walkie. Dani’s ears rang a little as she sat up and tried to make sense of her surroundings, seeing others do the same. People coughing and crying could be heard. “What'd he say?” Will asked, standing up, and taking stock of what had happened. “The bomb? Something about being worse than Ebola,” Matt told him. People were screaming and beginning to run out the door. “We need to lock down the ER. No one in or out. Now,” Will ordered.

“Herrmann,” Casey called over the chaos as Dawson crawled over to Dani and began checking her as there was a cut, bleeding from her hairline, she found some gauze and had her hold it there for a few minutes, assessing her for a concussion. “Nobody leaves!” Herrmann yells. “Chief, some guy just blew himself up. Said what he has is worse than Ebola. We need everyone brought back in who could be infected,” Casey said into the radio. “Lock it all down. No one in or out. Tony, Cruz, use the rigs. Block off the exits,” Chief ordered.

“Otis, find the extinguishers and get on that ceiling fire,” Casey ordered before walking over to one of the treatment rooms. “Mills, you and Brett okay?” he asked. “All in one piece, Lieutenant,” Mills tells him. “Look for injuries,” Casey tells him. Dani removed the gauze from her head. “I’m fine Dawson, go help the others,” she told her. Gabby narrowed her trained eyes on the other female firefighter. “I’ll be careful, just help me up so we can get to work helping,” Dani told her. “Fine, but you feel anything but fine you tell someone,” she huffed, pulling her up. “We don't know what it is, all right? If the doctor says we got to stay, we got to stay. Hey, I'm sorry, but no one in or out until we know what we're dealing with,” Herrmann reiterated to those who were anxious to leave.

“Hey. We need to set up a decontamination area. Any bathroom with a shower. Start getting people washed off,” Will told Casey. “Hey, hey, over here! It's Severide!” Otis yelled as Dani finished up checking a woman with minor cuts. “Oh god,” she mutters as she looks over to see Kelly lying on his stomach and blood around his face. “Hey, Kelly! Kelly, you hear me?” Casey asked, shaking his shoulder a little as Mills and Brett came running over. “It's a weak pulse,” Brett sighs. “Trauma to his back and chest. He's got shrapnel from the grenade,” Mills tells Will as he comes over. “Let me see,” he tells them, placing a few fingers to his neck, he shook his head. “No. Black tag him. He's gone.” Dani’s eyes widened as she moved closer to her brother. “What?” Mills asks. Will looks down at Kelly. “The percentages are so low that he'll…” Will trailed off looking up and seeing his little sister’s face. “I don't give a damn about percentages,” she hissed at him, giving him a look that he knew meant she wouldn’t forgive him if he didn’t at least try to help her friend. “No problem. Grab a gurney,” he told the others. “Chief, Severide took a hit from the explosion. Just seems pretty bad. Doc wanted to black-tag him,” Casey called over the radio. “Okay. Keep me in the loop,” Chief told him.

“One, two, three,” the firefighters lifted Kelly and placed him on the gurney. “Trauma bay four. Get him on oxygen and start cutting off the jacket, but wait to uncover the wound. I'll be right there,” Will told them. “All right. Hey, you guys, I need the room,” Mills told the people huddled in the trauma bay. Will’s phone rang and he stepped to the side to answer it. “Tell me you're not in there,” Jay started. “I am, and so is Dani, apparently. Listen, the guy who blew himself up in here said he had something worse than Ebola,” Will told him. “What, like, he's spreading it with this?” Jay asked. “Yeah. Every single one of us here has been in contact with him.” Will looked around the room as Jay cursed. “Who was he?” he asked. “No idea. Do us all a favor and find out, would you?” Will asked. Meanwhile, Dani was helping Mills get Kelly prepped and situated. “Damnit Kelly, don’t do this to me,” Dani leaned down and muttered quietly to him, before pressing a kiss to his head and moving out of Mills way. A doctor rushes in as the monitor they just placed Kelly on began beeping steadily. “Damn it. His SATs are dropping. Start bagging while I dress the wound.” The automated voice of the machine started telling them to check the patient again. “Check patient,” the machine alerted them again. “We need to intubate. Now,” the doctor shouted and Mills jumped into action. “Pushing 20 milligrams of etomidate,” Brett called. “Intubating. I can't find the cords,” Mills tells them. “Come on. You got this. Take a deep breath and pull straight up,” Brett tells him. “All right. I got it,” Mills told them. “He's stabilizing,” Brett called out. “Okay, listen to me. We got to get a chest tube in and make sure these other wounds didn't do more damage,” the doctor tells them. “Go, we’ve got him,” Brett reassured Dani as she took one last glance at Kelly as she stood in the door of the treatment room.

“Excuse me,” Otis comes up to Casey. “What is it?” he asked. “Electrical fire might be spreading. It's up above the sprinklers,” Otis whispered to him, not wanting to panic the people. “This could get ugly real fast,” Casey murmured back. “Well, we're out of fire extinguishers. We got nothing to fight a fire with,” Otis tells him. “I know. Grab that cart.” Otis did as told just as Dani came over. Casey told them to hold the cart steady and he climbed up on it, pushing a section of the ceiling and moving it so that he could see for himself. Flames crackled and Casey cursed under his breath. “Electrical system is burning. This place is gonna be filled with smoke in about five minutes,” he told the two firefighters as he stepped down. “Chief? The situation here has just gone from bad to worse,” he said into the radio. “What is it, Casey?” Chief asked. “Electrical fire in the ceiling. We're out of extinguishers,” Casey told him. Chief argued with the director of the hospital before finally getting the all clear to send in two men. “This way. I want one ladder here under this vent. I want one ladder here,” Casey ordered as soon as Cruz and Rice came in with the extinguishes and ladders. “Rice, use that table on that side,” he added.

“Casey, how are we doing with that fire?” Chief yelled. “Beating it down, Chief. Making some headway,” he reports. “I think that's it, Lieutenant. fire's out. All clear!” Otis yells. “Fire's out, Chief.” Casey reported. “How's that smoke situation?” Chief asked. “Hazy but manageable,” Casey told him. “Guess we're all in it now, huh?” Cruz bumped Otis' shoulder. “How's Severide?” Chief asks as Dani walks up to Matt after helping a few people with minor injuries. She shakes her head and he nods. “Still unconscious. We don't know,” he tells the Chief. “Okay. You keep me posted,” he orders. “Will do, Chief.” They all got back to work helping those with minor injuries. “You need anything?” Herrmann asks the woman in the hazmat suit. “A time machine?” she asks jokingly. “You and me both. When will you know whether or not we're infected?” he asks. “I'm running simultaneous molecular profiles, cellular evals, and blood panels. Also trying to cross-match the over 250 infectious diseases this guy might have been carrying,” she told him. “Sounds like a needle in a haystack,” Herrmann sighed.

“I love being wrong,” Will spoke, coming up behind his sister and her lieutenant. They both turned and Will nodded. Dani let out a sigh of relief, pulling him into a tight hug. “Severide's stable, Chief,” Matt calls into the radio before moving to check on some of the others. Will let her go and then let himself truly take in his little sister for the first time in years. “You’ve grown up, look at you, a hotshot firefighter,” he murmurs. “I don’t know about being a hotshot but I kind of had to grow up at some point,” she chuckles. “I’m proud of you, kid,” Will tells her, bringing her in for another hug. The two siblings bask in the feeling of comfort for only a moment before they both pull away to do rounds and check on people. “Hey, you. Christopher. I need some blood,” the doctor in the hazmat suit called out. “What's this for?” he asked but allowed her to make quick work of drawing his blood. “In about 30 seconds, we'll know if you're all gonna die,” she tells him and a machine beeps. “What is it?” Herrmann asks. “Not contagious. Influenza A tested positive, but the Marburg virus didn't have time to incubate. Whatever he had in his body died with him,” the doctor told them and there was cheers and applause from the ER inhabitants. “Open up the ER,” Casey called out. “On it,” Otis moved quickly. “Hey, Chief. All clear. Not contagious. We're opening up the ER,” Casey reported to Chief Boden, which was met with many signs of relief and cheers.

Almost everyone gathered at Molly’s that night. “All right, Detectives,” a woman placed shots on the bar in front of them. “There's only one detective here,” Antonio Dawson quips. “I'm a patrolman, but, you know, equally as important,” Adam Ruzak grumbles. “All right. Well, cheers, Nice to meet you,” she told them before walking off. “We're in the same unit,” Ruzak calls after her. Boden stands up and clears throat, clinking his glass together to get everyone’s attention. “Just a quick word. Wanna take a moment and let you all get back to the fine cocktails that they serve here at Molly's,” Chief paused. “Keep talking, Chief,” Herrmann called out, earning some laughs. “To the good people at Chicago Med. You made us proud today. And we are very grateful for the service that you do for us and for the city. It's not said enough,” Boden announces, gesturing to Sharon Goodwin. “Thank you, Chief. We want you all to know that every time those doors crash open, there are good people, strong people, people at the top of their game ready on the other side. Hear, hear,” she finishes. “Hear, hear,” they cheer.

Back at the hospital, Dani was leaning up against the wall beside April when Kelly began to stir and open his eyes. She waited another moment for him to get his bearings. “You scared us,” April told him. “I don't remember any of it,” he tells her, blinking as his eyes still try to adjust to the harsh hospital lighting. “Nothing?” April asks. “Nothing,” Kelly repeats. April glanced at Dani before stepping forward to press a kiss to his head. He watches as April takes her leave before turning his attention to Dani. “Next time you get the bright idea to tackle a person with a grenade, please don’t,” she tells him, moving to pull up and sit in a chair beside his bed, taking his hand in hers. “Is this some kind of cosmic payback you had to dish out for my time in the hospital bed?” Kelly squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry that I scared you, but I'd do it again if it means that less people get hurt,” he tells her. Dani sighed but relented. “Kelly Severide, Hero extraordinaire,” she teased before grabbing the remote to the hospital tv and turning it on.

#starset writes #chicago fire #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide #matt casey #dani halstead #halstead sister #will halstead #one chicago

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“Damsel in distress x Prince/Knight”

sopping wet punching bag prince x knight who’s fallen head over heels for him

(Ships are under cut)

Things I’d like to see with this dynamic

Marvin x Wizzer

Jack Kelly x Davey

Noel x Mischa

#ftm theater kid #theater kid #AU dynamics #falsettos musical #marvin falsettos #wizzer falsettos #newsies #newsies jack kelly #newsies david jacobs #ride the cyclone #noel gruber #mischa bachinski

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The Horrific Murder of Kelly Anne Bates

James Smith was an unemployed divorcee living in the Gorton area of Manchester. Described by acquaintances as “house-proud” and “well groomed”. His marriage had ended in 1980, after ten years, because he had been violent towards his wife. His next relationship was with 20-year-old Tina Watson, whom between 1980 and 1982 he “used as a punch-bag”, even subjecting her to severe beatings while she was pregnant with his child. She said: “At first it was now and again; just a little tap. But in the end it was every day. He would smack me in the face or hit me over the head with an ashtray. He would kick me in the legs or between the legs.”. Watson managed to escape from the relationship, during which Smith had also attempted to drown her while she was bathing. When that relationship came to an end in 1982, Smith then started seeing 15-year-old Wendy Mottershead, whom he also abused. In one attack he held her head under water in the kitchen sink in an attempt to drown her.

In 1993, Smith began grooming Kelly Bates when she was 14 years old, having met her while she was babysitting for friends. Approximately two years later, when she had left school, Bates moved in with Smith at his home in Furnival Road, Gorton. She was concealing the age difference between them from her parents, Tommy and Margaret Bates. Bates’ mother said of her first meeting with Smith after the two had started living together: “As soon as I saw Smith the hairs on the back of my neck went up. I tried everything I could to get Kelly Anne away from him.” Although she had left Smith briefly because of arguments with him, she was once more living with him at Furnival Road by the end of November 1995. Her parents noticed bruises on her, which she explained away as being the results of accidents. She became increasingly withdrawn and in December 1995 resigned from her part-time job. In March 1996, her parents received cards purportedly from her for their anniversary and a birthday, but only Smith had written in them. When Bates’ brother tried to see her at the house, Smith said she was not at home. When a concerned neighbour asked after her, she was briefly shown at an upstairs window

On 16 April 1996, Smith reported to authorities that he had accidentally killed his girlfriend during an argument in a bathtub, claiming that she had inhaled water and died following his attempts at resuscitation. He also claimed that she often pretended to be unconscious. Police went to Smith’s address and found Bates’ naked body in a bedroom. Her blood was found throughout the house, and a post-mortem examination revealed over 150 separate injuries on her body. During the last month of her life she had been kept bound, sometimes tied to a radiator or furniture by her hair, other times by her neck using a ligature.

William Lawler, the Home Office pathologist who examined her body, said: “In my career, I have examined almost 600 victims of homicide but I have never come across injuries so extensive.” The following injuries were found on Bates’ body:

Scalding to her buttocks and left leg

Burns on her thigh caused by the application of a hot iron

A fractured arm

Multiple stab wounds caused by knives, forks and scissors

Stab wounds inside her mouth

Crush injuries to both hands

Mutilation of her ears, nose, eyebrows, mouth, lips and genitalia

Wounds caused by a spade and pruning shears

Both eyes gouged out

Later stab wounds to the empty eye sockets

Partial scalping

The pathologist determined that her eyes had been removed “not less than five days and not more than three weeks before her death”. She had been starved, having lost around 20 kg in weight, and had not received water for several days before her death. Peter Openshaw, the prosecutor in Smith’s trial, said: “It was as if he deliberately disfigured her, causing her the utmost pain, distress and degradation … The injuries were not the result of one sudden eruption of violence; they must have been caused over a long period [and] were so extensive and so terrible that the defendant must have deliberately and systematically tortured the girl.” The cause of death was drowning, immediately prior to which she had been beaten about the head with a shower head.

Smith denied murder and claimed Bates “would put me through hell winding me up”. He also claimed that Bates had “taunted” him about his dead mother and had “a bad habit of hurting herself to make it look worse on me”. When asked to explain why he had blinded, stabbed, and battered Bates, he said she had dared him to do it, challenging him to do her harm. Gillian Mezey, a consultant psychiatrist, told the court that Smith had “a severe paranoid disorder with morbid jealousy” and lived in a “distorted reality”.

The jury at Manchester Crown Court took one hour to find 49-year-old Smith guilty of Bates’ murder. Sentencing him to life imprisonment.

The jury were offered professional counseling to help them deal with the distress of seeing the photographs of Bates’ injuries and the “sickening violence” of the case. All members of the jury accepted this offer.

#kelly anne bates #true crime #crime #murder #murderers

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The Horrific Murder of Kelly Anne Bates

Scalding to her buttocks and left leg

Burns on her thigh caused by the application of a hot iron

A fractured arm

Multiple stab wounds caused by knives, forks and scissors

Stab wounds inside her mouth

Crush injuries to both hands

Mutilation of her ears, nose, eyebrows, mouth, lips and genitalia

Wounds caused by a spade and pruning shears

Both eyes gouged out

Later stab wounds to the empty eye sockets

Partial scalping

The jury at Manchester Crown Court took one hour to find 49-year-old Smith guilty of Bates’ murder. Sentencing him to life imprisonment.

#kelly anne bates #true crime #crime #murder #murderers

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wanted - part 6

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: swearing, alcohol usage

Word Count: 3774

Find parts 1-5 in my masterlist!

Pete's not even really in this part. Just Colson and tension and angst!

Pete and I haven’t talked about it.

It’s been almost two weeks since we spent the night together, and since then, it’s like nothing happened. He’s still the same sweet, friendly Pete, but he hasn’t made a single move on me. I find myself regretting ever having done anything with him. I obviously did something wrong if he hasn’t tried since.

Machine Gun Kelly has another show tonight, this one out of town, and Alicia, Logan, and I are tagging along. We’ll be staying in a hotel, and the plan is for me to sleep on an air mattress in Alicia, Rook, Logan, and Sophie’s room. It is what it is. The fifth wheel. Always the single one.

Pete isn’t going, and I find myself feeling relieved about it. I know we’ll all go out drinking after and I don’t need my drunk self making anything worse.

After dropping our things at the hotel, we rush to the venue. Everyone is thrilled that the band has been asked to play at a larger venue, one that required them to travel. They’ve been asked to open for another local band. It’ll be more money, too.

Since Alicia and Logan are dating band members and I’m a close friend, we’re all allowed backstage. It’s pretty cool because it’s an actual stage and not a basement this time. There are actual places to hang out and get ready. I’m just sitting and soaking up the atmosphere when I spot a very distressed Colson. I frown, watching him for a moment before deciding to go over and see what’s going on.

“Colson, you good?” I ask. He’s tearing his hands through his hair.

“No, the fuckin’ pants I brought have a rip right in the ass,” he grumbles.

I frown, reaching for them, and sure enough, a tear right along the seam. I wince. “Can I run back to the hotel to get you another pair?” I ask.

Colson shakes his head irritably. “No. All I brought other than these is a pair of sweatpants. Too tall to borrow anyone else’s,” he says. “Fuck, I’m screwed.”

“No, you’re not,” I say. I check the tag of the pants for his size. “Where are your keys?”

Colson pats his pockets and hands them over, studying me. “Where are you going?” he asks.

“Shopping,” I say.

Relief floods his face. “Alex, thank you,” he says, putting his palms together. “I…” He pauses. “I have no cash.”

I wave him off. “Not worried about it,” I insist, already walking away. He calls after me with another thank you but I’m already hurrying out to his car and checking my phone for shopping centers.

This man is tall. I’ll need to find a place that makes clothes for tall guys who are also skinny. I drive to a nearby mall and within 20 minutes, I have three different options. I pay and rush back to the venue.

They’ve just finished soundcheck and Colson spots me immediately. “Did you find some?” he asks.

“Yeah, come on, you can try them on,” I say, leading the way to the changing room. I expect him to take the bag and close the door but instead, he gestures for me to go in first.

“You have to tell me if they look good,” he says, taking the bag from me. He pauses upon looking inside, glancing up at me. “You got three?”

I nod. “Wanted you to have options.”

Colson looks at me, something like softness taking over his features. He pulls out the first pair and drops his sweats to the floor. My cheeks feel slightly hot and I do my best to completely avoid looking at him as he shimmies into the tight jeans. He zips and buttons them, then turns to face the mirror.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“They look great,” I say honestly. “They fit you perfectly. Try on the other two just in case.” He nods and does as he’s told, but the first pair is the best. “I’ll return the others before we go home tomorrow,” I offer.

“I can do it,” Colson insists, peeling off his shirt to change into his concert shirt. First, he puts on deodorant, and it’s really hard not to stare at him, but I keep my eyes averted. “I can’t thank you enough, Alex.”

“It’s no problem,” I assure him, crossing my legs and picking at my nail polish, anything to keep my eyes off of him.

“Are you excited for the show?” he asks, much more chatty than usual.

“Yeah, I am,” I say. “You know I think you guys are amazing.”

“It means a lot that you came,” Colson says, and when I look up, he’s looking at me, sincerity in his eyes. “You’re a good friend.” Where is this coming from?

“Of course,” I say with a shrug. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Colson hesitates before looking away from me, turning toward the mirror as he buttons up his shirt. “Is something going on with you and Pete?” he asks.

I blink in surprise. “Wh-what?” I ask.

Colson shrugs. “It just seems like maybe there is,” he says casually, but almost like he’s forcing himself to sound so casual. I flash back momentarily to Sophie’s belief that Colson likes me. I still have a hard time believing her.

I think back to the night Pete and I hooked up, to how distant he’s been since. How he hasn’t brought it up or even really talked much to me. I sit up a little straighter and watch him mess with his hair. “No,” I say finally. “There’s nothing going on with us.”

Colson meets my eyes in the mirror, his gaze almost a challenge. “Do you want there to be?” he asks.

I stare back at him, stunned. I can’t believe he’s actually asking the question. My mouth opens but I don’t say anything. And luckily, I don’t have to because Slim and Baze burst in. They pause momentarily, looking between the two of us, then immediately continue their conversation, going to grab their clothes. I take the opportunity to leave the room, keeping my head down so Colson can’t meet my eyes.

Half an hour later, Logan, Alicia, and I are in the audience, waiting for the show to start. Logan and Alicia are chattering excitedly about the show and their partners, but I stay quiet. I’m still reeling over my conversation with Colson. Why was he asking? Couldn’t he just ask Pete, his own roommate? I wonder if he has asked Pete and if so, what Pete might have said. Yeah, we hooked up and it was bad. I don’t know how to let her down easy. Or, we hooked up and I’m totally not into her. Her body is gross.

Luckily, the show starts, interrupting my negative thoughts, and I pour myself into supporting my friends.

After the show ends and we pack everything up, we find a local bar and get a table. It’s already almost midnight, but this is a fairly busy city, so the bars are open late. Slim disappears to the bar to order a round of shots and he returns beside a waitress carrying a large tray.

“Tequila for everyone!” Slim says. A few of us grimace and some cheer. We all take limes and sprinkle salt on our hands as the shots are doled out around the table. We all hold up our shot glasses.

“To our biggest show yet,” Colson says, grinning widely. He’s at his best onstage and right after he gets off. Energetic, excited, and so smiley. He’s adorable, all pink cheeks and messy hair. “To the best group of friends I could ask for. EST for life.”

“EST for life!” We all repeat the words in unison, clinking our glasses together before downing our shots. Most of us grimace, sucking hard on our limes to soothe the sharp taste of cheap tequila.

“I got next round!” Colson announces, hurrying off to the bar.

“It’s gonna be a loooong night,” Slim says with a laugh.

He’s not wrong.

Within an hour, we’re all drunk. Well past it, actually. We’re wasted. We’ve created our own dance floor and we’re dancing to a bunch of songs we all loved in high school, having taken over the jukebox. Luckily, there aren’t many other people here. I’m spinning slowly, arms in the air, dancing to music that used to play at my proms and formals, and I can’t help but reminisce on all the times I was so alone while all my friends had someone.

Nothing has changed.

Sophie and Logan are kissing. Rook and Alicia are dancing and talking, all smiles and whispers. Maybe some of the others are single, but I’m the only single girl here and it makes my stomach hurt. I stumble off the dance floor, feeling a little nauseous. Fuck, I’m way drunker than I thought.

I stumble down the hall to the bathroom and push the door open, tripping inside. I turn to lock the door, but before I can, it’s being pushed open. I don’t have time to think about anything as Colson pushes inside, concern etched into his features. He’s still wearing his concert outfit, the pants I picked out for him.

“You okay?” he asks, locking the door behind him. I back up, colliding with the wall, and sink down, pulling my knees into my chest. Tomorrow, when I’m sober, I’ll be humiliated at the fact that my chin is wobbling and tears are filling my eyes. But right now, I’m too miserable to care.

Colson’s eyes widen a little and he drops down in front of me, putting his hands on my knees. “Hey,” he says gently, trying to meet my eyes. “Alex. Look at me?” I finally lift my watery eyes to his. His eyes are so blue, and so full of sincerity and care. I’ve never seen him like this before, and if I weren’t so goddamn miserable, I’d be enjoying seeing a new side of Colson.

A little sob chokes out of me and I clap a hand over my mouth, closing my eyes as tears squeeze down my cheeks. “Shit,” Colson mutters, and then he’s next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to pull me in. I let him pull my head to his shoulder as I cry, too drunk to stop myself. “Are you sick?” he asks.

I consider this for a second, but no, I’m not nauseous. I feel sick to my stomach, yes, but that’s a direct result of my own panic and self-pity. I’m not at risk for vomiting, so I shake my head no. Colson nods and rests his cheek on my head, hand rubbing up and down my arm slowly.

Blessedly, I get my tears under control and I pull my head away, sniffling as I wipe my cheeks. We’re quiet for a moment, but I can feel Colson looking at me. “Sorry,” I say finally, voice small.

Colson shakes his head. “No, don’t be,” he says gently. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” I mutter, hanging my head.

“Try me,” Colson says.

I look at him then, and he seems taken aback by my sudden attention, blue eyes blinking startledly. “Why are you being so nice?” I ask bluntly.

Colson frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. He considers this for a moment, throat bobbing. “Am I…usually not nice?” he asks. I give him a look and he falters. “Okay. I know I can be a dick sometimes. A lot of the time,” he corrects himself, shaking his head. “But you’re my friend, and you’re upset. I saw you run off the dance floor and I wanted to make sure you were okay. You don’t have to tell me.” His face has hardened slightly, and his jaw clenches as he looks away. Immediately, I feel guilty.

“I just get sick of feeling so unwanted,” I say, like word vomit, before I can stop myself. I really don’t want to be vulnerable with Colson, but I also don’t want him to leave. He lifts his eyes to mine. “It seems like all of my girlfriends have someone who’s head over heels for them and then there’s me. I just…I just don’t know what’s so wrong with me.” My lip quivers again and I look away.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Colson says, shaking his head.

“Yes there is!” I snap, and Colson looks surprised. I throw up my hands and make a frustrated sound. “There must me because no one fucking wants me! I hook up with-” I stop myself for a second, not really wanting to admit that Pete and I hooked up. “-with a friend who I thought could be more and then he pretends it never happened. Every guy I know goes for a different girl over me. There has to be something wrong with me.”

Colson is quiet for a long time. Such a long time that I think maybe he’s done talking. I wait for him to get up and leave. But, finally, when he speaks, his voice is quiet. “Are you talking about Pete?”

My head jerks over as I meet his eyes. He’s not really asking. He knows. “Did he tell you that?” I ask tightly, jaw clenching.

Colson hesitates, then nods. “Alex, I love Pete,” he says. “I really do. But he’s got some serious mental health issues. He’s not exactly reliable. I wouldn’t take it personally.”

“It’s hard not to,” I shoot back, furiously wiping at the tears that have fallen. “He shouldn’t have done anything with me if he was going to fuck off like that.”

“You’re right,” Colson agrees. “I told him that. I told him that the way he’s acting is shitty.”

I blink at him. “You did?” I ask. Colson nods. “Oh.” My voice is croaky and I clear my throat, wishing that I was less drunk. “It’s fine,” I lie, shaking my head. “It’s not like I had feelings yet, really. It just makes me think I did something wrong.”

“Trust me,” Colson says. “You didn’t.”

I huff softly and shake my head. Colson can say whatever he wants, but he’s never seen me naked, never kissed me or touched me or felt me touch him. I’m sure I’m bad at it, otherwise, Pete would’ve stayed. He wouldn’t have cut me off like this.

“I just want to go back to the hotel,” I mumble, rubbing my face. “I have to share a room with the fucking couples.”

Colson is quiet for a second. “Come stay in my room instead,” he says, and when I look at him, he looks surprised that he offered. He swallows. “It’s just Slim and Baze. I don’t know if you know this, but Justin is seeing someone. They’re staying in a different room.”

I chew my lip. “I don’t want to impose,” I say. “I can sleep on the floor. I brought an air mattress.”

Colson shakes his head. “That would be stupid. You can sleep in the bed. With me,” he adds, studying my face. “Or I can sleep on the floor.”

“No, it’s your bed,” I insist. I take a deep breath and then nod. “Alright. I would really appreciate it. Thanks.”

Colson smiles gently and gets to his feet, offering me his hand. “Let’s get out of here,” he says. I take his hand and as he pulls me up, he wraps me in a hug. I’m surprised, but after a moment, I relax against his chest, letting my arms surround his thin waist. I close my eyes, wishing Colson could always be like this – sweet, generous, kind. I wonder when this will fade. Probably tomorrow morning when he wakes up sober beside me. But I can’t worry about that right now.

Colson rounds everyone up and we catch Ubers back to the hotel. Upstairs, I grab my bags from my original room and meet Colson outside, where he holds the door to his room open. He catches my eye and smiles as I step inside the room.

Two queen size beds greet me, just like in my previous room, and I’m suddenly nervous about sharing a bed with Colson. Queens are pretty small for a guy of his height. I feel guilty about making him share with me. I set my bags on the floor in front of a bed and fidget.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Colson says. “Baze and Slim should be back soon, but they know I offered for you to sleep here.”

“Okay,” I say, staring at the bed as Colson disappears into the bathroom.

I sit on the edge of the bed and sigh, pulling my phone from my purse. No messages. I tuck it away and then search in my bag for my pajamas, laying them out on the bed. I want to shower, too.

Baze and Slim must’ve gotten caught up at the hotel bar or something because by the time the shower turns off, they’re still nowhere to be found. I look up when Colson exits the bathroom and am shocked to find that he’s wearing nothing but a towel, slung low around his hips.

My mouth dries out. I’ll never get tired of seeing this man shirtless.

I try not to watch as he bends over his bag, pulling out some clothes. His hair is wet and shaggy and he looks so cute and sexy at the same time. My heart squeezes and I grab my bathroom bag and pajamas. “I’m gonna go shower, too,” I say. “Are you done in the bathroom?”

“Go for it,” Colson says without looking at me.

I lock myself in the bathroom, shower, and brush my teeth. I feel better as soon as I’m dressed in a giant t-shirt and soft shorts. There are few things a good shower can’t fix.

I leave the bathroom to find Colson sitting up in bed, one arm behind his head as he leans on the headboard, remote in his free hand. He’s still shirtless. He glances at me. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I say, tucking my bathroom bag away again. I hesitate, then climb into bed beside him, sitting against the headboard, matching his posture. “Where are Slim and Baze?”

“No idea,” Colson says. “Probably out partying. They weren’t ready to come back.”

Guilt stabs at my gut. “Were you ready to come back?” I suddenly feel like I forced Colson to end his night of fun.

“Definitely,” Colson sighs. “I’m exhausted. Those guys could go all night.”

I nod, relieved, and snuggle down into the blankets, suddenly exhausted myself. I stifle a yawn. “Thanks again for letting me stay here,” I say.

“Of course.” Colson smiles at me. “You good?” he asks.

I nod. “Better. Thanks.”

Colson nods. He turns off the TV, then snuggles under the covers and turns off his lamp, pitching the room into darkness. We’re both quiet, the only sound being the air conditioner.

“Hey, Alex?” Colson asks after a few moments.

“Hm?”

He’s quiet for a long moment. “Do you…do you think the band is actually good?”

I frown and shift under the covers. “Of course I do,” I say. “Why?”

“I just feel like I’ve been trying so hard,” he mutters. “I want more people to hear our music. I want someone to sign us. But either we get rejected or get no response. I just…I guess I was just wondering if you think it’s possible.”

I sigh softly. Without thinking, I reach for him, and my hand brushes his shoulder. Suddenly, his fingers are intertwining with mine, our hands resting on the bed between our heads.

“I’m sorry it’s been so difficult, Colson,” I say. “I can imagine it’s really hard to find a place in the industry.”

“Nearly impossible unless you know someone,” he says.

“You can’t give up,” I say. “Your music is amazing and more people should hear it.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course,” I say. “Why does my opinion even matter?”

“Because,” Colson says, “I think you’re smart and you have good taste. And I knew you would be honest with me.”

I hesitate. “I’m not going to lie, I’ve listened to the album almost nonstop since I met you all,” I confess. “The lyrics, it’s all really…deep.” It almost feels like Colson is holding his breath. “Do you write all the lyrics?”

“Yes,” he says. “Slim helps sometimes, but it’s mostly me.”

“I can really relate to them,” I tell him. All the lyrics about feeling alienated, feeling like you don’t belong. I’ve found so much comfort in their music, knowing I’m not the only one who feels that way.

“I’ve never really felt like I fit anywhere,” Colson admits.

“Me neither,” I say quietly. “I don’t think a lot of people like me.” It’s weird, confessing all this in the dark of this hotel room.

Colson is quiet, but then, he lets go of my hand in favor of wrapping his arm around me. I let him pull me into his chest, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat at his affection. It sucks that I only get it in the darkness and privacy of a hotel room, but I’ll take what I can get with Colson. I close my eyes and subtly breathe in his scent, enjoying the feeling of his warm chest beneath my cheek.

“Our group loves you,” he says quietly, lips close to my forehead. “The first time you came over, no one could stop talking about how funny and fun you were, and how we all needed to invite you over again.”

“That’s nice,” I say, flushing.

“Fuck whoever has made you feel unwanted,” he says. “You’re wanted here. Okay?”

I nod, snuggling a little closer so our legs intertwine. “Thank you,” I say quietly. My eyes fly open when Colson’s warm lips press against my forehead. He leaves several kisses there, and then his hand is gently tipping my face up. His lips trek down my cheek, slow and gentle and sweet. I hold my breath, unsure if this is really even happening.

“Alex,” he whispers, breath against my lips. I barely breathe, waiting for his lips to touch mine. I feel him lean closer, and then the hotel door beeps, signaling that it’s being unlocked. The magic is broken and Colson pulls away quickly, almost pushing me out of his arms. Stung, I roll onto my side and pretend to be asleep.

And just like that, nothing has changed at all.

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kiger-newyork · 1 year

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mary kate olsen’s vintage distressed hermes kelly bag she carried back in 2010 is still rock n roll fresh today.

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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“She crownd with airy double to sleepy from far gone”

A Kelly lune sequence

Where I must witch. That she hath not Love is not the speech!

She crown’d with airy double to sleepy from far gone?

Is Man’s grass is I, the way this bloodless as the Skies.

The Woods, and great Grains. Herself within my lord of house.

In much, no limits all. The Spaniard withdrew, to thee.

The giant body was foot. To me of the gratis.

Her bred where but there thy grass, yet on. Such languish een.

But from Camelot. To cast no eye he did not hide.

Hee wild cost me full skies beautiful. While I met her!

Art will course, the case greet and bird of hist! Are heavens.

Scorpio, bad spin. The cry plain enough t was Rome.

Alas! Be gladness, fellow autumn came. Ere shame chance!

To be, the child, I looking-glass sand? Half a moment!

This Post wild wilderness woe. And groan’d on the rang meal?

At fire in the grass, the sweetly from him and before.

The grave of Love’s foot. Much hath lawn, shall dimly far thee.

The scrawled steed; but on city. And I see they are now.

All gulph’d in me. Are sea, the vaulted dome prospectant.

Vision the lamb chops twire not feet were entwine. The Nymphs?

Her voices. Nor life in lies moan of bees sea-beast thee?

If that God’s gate. Sleep’s head when, flying years as could seemed.

And all feel my best. I said, from am’rous Bag with you?

Will see its but and lo! And screen’d sound; where it least flow.

No other works, here she dirge of body now, the child.

Silver soul pair, while this black cloudly, come brickwork’s ear.

In its before him. And the Skies. She baron times loue!

Rich the barren of sense—beside your feet After home.

Thus contents. Snuff-box opened, that debates large, the dwarf.

My death? From the first yet escape for youth such such you.

Are but far away! Who is half return’d grew steps o’er!

Then one Plebeian Card. How conversation;—o ye!

An Ace of Day. Of life in time to my minded feel.

And cell. Exclaims, yet she billow cells in hearer blink.

For a whirlpool of love only beads, or them. Embrace.

At even now. Whatever leaves room I never knee.

But, chanced with so. Leave me.—This fall; or the perfume!

I look out? When wrong in rhymes, like fly, and Betty’s prize.

The rest, and bask in stay! Of brute, hang then, Turk, or fire!

So that all the sea, or every side. I tell held it!

Breath I lookest into a coming heart, I’ll no-no.

Or canst now? The Tyrant high did I class not less way.

Head. Or so immortality to bud white, she love.

Will no mortal bow. Since through can ground: the saw pale yet!

Shall this silly bright, where was a clay! Young Endymion!

But from the streetlight! Ah the way? Madam, yet it now?

Her breathe but Stage-play- like a white, queen. And at a white?

And all my life to hurt me. One of those he caughts shame.

We sinner; and elephants. The blue: yes, me of stone.

And if it back his brow. They pursue, a foundation?

On all they look less Sky. No other speak, my Katie?

I meant to hear, their Blush to me not like curse. Her rope.

She was gay, and anguid mazes sprung bard Rackrhymes.

Chains. Be a slumbers that shining boys, strait; I gratis.

Whenever than this slip at all dim. Each every learn!

Two, I’m in the sure, and so as spirit? Hath an end?

No when the Lock! He didn’t much range replenish. Our life?

Was heavy as a high, that like thee. Would not distress?

Nobody turn’d the field without you made swell’d. Whose trick!

Go to those dear day. Who fought. I wantinople, fie!

And roar and Crystal. I descent moral westerday!

Who told your Honourable. For I have I slept out.

Nor thou are! Me evening most delight thy live one them?

Whilst I look by this thine. You are quick with quiet airs.

And her and when a day my loneline you? Was John.

Els thy foot, and make. ’Twas feet, like his pale king, no friends.

In the Powers late. Just her cursed soberly—at tears.

Bury me, I guess thy Face. Nor wild and and I want.

Their stands; the front of country’s jackals are gilded cloud.

And thou would he things be but alas! This times to plough?

Sometimes Tea. And, a hardest momentilla, thou won.

And that I am fainting. He stable: or, maybe.

Presume, this garden. Was now I shall been, cooler troth?

With whom Franced their ruled, full and extends. And us.

To rich what few men’s reign. What gentlement, and sail, witch!

With a Sigh, descript! Against thou knows that your great months.

Like one little day? To you had butter’d Camelot.

Secure— she sea nymphs? Like displays he, thee hath my tears.

—Past, as the sat down, uncoverty? While birds. Some wolds.

I saw the majesty, crown’d south, the day. Next to thee?

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severide-kelly · 2 years

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The Info Sheet: I Am The Apocalypse (S3, E19)

There's a gas leak at a large factory that deals with ammonia as a refrigerant. Casey and Severide are climbing the ladder to rescue two workers trapped on the roof. Boden calls them back saying that ammonia produces very little fire and to wait for Hazmat, but Severide asks for him to let them rescue just the trapped workers and he gives them 2 minutes.

Mills says some victims are in respiratory distress and with an ambulance being a few minutes out, Severide suggests loading some into squad and taking them to Med, Casey says they'll go and help offload. Boden agrees.

Besides the ammonia victims, the ER is also filled with flu victims. Kendra tells April to separate the flu and ammonia victims. As she is doing so, a man steps on a chair and proclaims 'You thought ebola was a nightmare. I am the apocalypse. Death to All Americans' as he takes out a grenade and removes the pin. Severide rushes towards the man, pushes April out of the way, and then tackles the man to the ground just as the grenade explodes.

As everyone starts to gather themselves after the blast, Otis discovers Severide injured and unconscious on the ground. Mills & Brett run over to check on him. Brett says he has a weak pulse and Mills says there's trauma to his back and chest.

Will Halstead comes and checks Kelly and tells Mills to blacktag him as he's gone. When Mills questions him, he says percentages are very low and Mills tells him he doesn't give a damn about percentages. Halstead says to grab a gurney.

Casey reports to Boden that Severide is injured badly and the doc wanted to black tag him.

Casey, Otis and Mills help lift Severide onto the gurney. Halstead orders them to move him to trauma bay 4 and to get him on oxygen and cut off his jacket but to wait to uncover the wound. He says he'll be right there.

Hannah Tramble gets Halstead to let her into the ER and he assigns her to Kelly. He tells her to do what she can.

Inside the trauma bay, Tramble cuts away Kelly's top revealing the grenade shrapnel damage. His stats start to drop and she tells Brett to bag him while she dresses the wound. Casey watches from the doorway and Kelly is dreaming of Shay. An alarm on the monitor starts beeping and Tramble tells Mills they need to intubate.

Tramble gives Kelly 20mg of Etomidate and Mills starts to intubate Kelly. He struggles to do it at first but Tramble calms him and they are successful. Kelly stabilises. Tramble tells them they need to get a chest tube in and make sure there is no more damage from the other wounds.

Tramble starts to operate on Kelly.

Boden asks for an update on Severide. Casey says he's still unconscious. He asks to be kept posted.

Dawson asks Casey if there's any news on Severide but Casey tells her no.

Tramble is still pulling shrapnel out of the wounds. She had trouble getting shrapnel between his ribs and asks Brett to get some rib spreaders.

Mills helps Tramble but using the rib spreaders for her while she goes after the shrapnel. Kelly's stats start dropping again. Tramble tells Brett to take down the balloon on the ET tube and push it into his right main-stem. Mills points out it won't ventilate his left lung and she says she is going to cut the inferior pulmonary ligament and move his lung out of the way.

She goes after the final piece as Halstead enters. Casey, Dawson, Otis, Cruz and Rice are all watching outside the door. She removes the last piece of shrapnel but then there's an arterial bleeder. She says the shrapnel hit the intercostal artery and she has to suture.

April joins those at 51 watching on.

Severide's vitals start to stabilise again, everyone is looking happy and relieved. Halstead says he loves being wrong and leaves.

Casey tells Boden Severide's stable. He looks relieved and we also see Mouch, Tony and Capp sharing that relief.

Severide wakes up and April is with him. She tells him he scared her and he says he doesn't remember any of it. She kisses him on the head and turns the lights off to let him rest.

#Kelly Severide

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shepherdlacroix8 · 2 years

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visionsofopulence · 2 years

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professional-benaddict · 3 years

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i’m thinking about little!peter who can’t function without a routine, so any time there’s a change to his daily routine, he gets all upset and overwhelmed 🥺 can you tell i’m projecting? and then his daddies comfort him and always help him get through it 👉👈

lOwkey highkey peter is me sksk i need a routine otherwise i get Upseti🥺🥺

Daddies Stephen and Tony, +18 Little Peter, Littles Are Known, optometriest, eye exams, anxiety, crying, comfort, fluff

It’s the same every weekday. After daycare, Peter has a snack at home and watches TV until dinner is ready. He needs that time to relax after all the noise and excitement at daycare. Then, after dinner, when he has regained some energy, he plays until it is bedtime.

However, today Daddies say they have different plans. Peter has to get his eyes checked at the optometriest before they go home. And Peter is not happy about it.

“I’m sorry, honey, but they didn’t have any other times that fit our schedule. It’s just half an hour, and then we’ll go home. I brought you a snack that you can eat in the car.” Tony says, leading Peter by hand out of the daycare. Stephen is a step behind them with Peter’s backpack in one hand.

“But-” Peter doesn’t know who to explain it. His chest feels a bit tight, as does his throat. If he could make a guess, he is feeling afraid. But, he has had his eyes checked before. He isn’t afraid of the optometriest, only babies would be afraid. So what is it?

Peter decides not to cooperate, since he cannot articulate his distress any other way. He stiffens his knees, making it harder for Tony to pick him up and place him in the carseat. The boy even lets out a whine.

“Baby, I’m not hurting you. You’re okay.” Tony soothes, strapping the boy in. Then he hands Peter a granola bar and bag of apple slices. “Enjoy your snack, hm? You can have a juice box once you’ve eaten.”

Peter latches onto the comfort of snack time, even if he’s not having it on the sofa while watching Pokemon like always. He is still upset, but hunger is the priority now, so he snacks anxiously, chewing a bit faster than usual.

As they near the mall where the eye clinic is, Peter’s distress returns. He clutches his empty juice box in his hand.

“Up we go.” Stephen says in a sing-song voice, freeing Peter from his carseat and then swinging him down to the ground. However, the boy latches onto his Daddy’s leg instead of starting to walk by himself. “You want up?”

Peter nods. Being in Stephen’s arms brings a little comfort, but Peter is still stiff and nervous. And it only gets worse when they get to the eye clinic and wait for Peter’s appointment. When the optometriest, a pretty woman named Kelly, comes to fetch them, Peter finally breaks into tears.

Everyone in the eye clinic turns to look, and even Kelly seems a bit taken off guard by the Little’s intense crying. Daddies panic a bit at first, but they quickly gain back their composure.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. What’s got you so upset? Talk to Daddies?” Stephen coos, bouncing Peter gently in his arms.

“Oh, Petey baby… It’s okay to be scared, we get it. Cry it out, it’s okay. Let’s go inside, yeah?” Tony suggests, looking at Kelly. “Could we have a moment?”

The woman nods right away, showing the family to the exam room where they can have some privacy. She closes the door after them, saying that they can come fetch her when Peter is ready. Stephen goes to sit down in the big eye exam chair with Peter in his lap, and Tony crouches down in front of them, rubbing Peter’s back.

Peter’s cries quiet down a bit when he realises he is alone with Daddies. But, he still cannot explain to them why he is so upset.

“Wanna go ‘ome…” That is all he can manage to say.

“I know, sweetie. But, we have to do this. It will be quick, and painless, and we’ll be here the whole time. You can sit on my lap. I’m sure Kelly doesn’t mind.”

“Who’s Kelly?” Peter asks, making both Daddies chuckle lightly.

“She’s the optometriest. She’s gonna look at your eyes.” Tony informs.

“Oh.”

“Do you think you’re ready now?” Tony asks. Peter feels Stephen squeeze him a bit tighter. It feels good.

“Guess so…”

“Brave boy.” Tony smiles, standing up and kissing Peter’s forehead. “Then we can get takeaway on our way home. What do you say?”

“We eat on da sofa? And watch Pokemon?”

“Oh, all right then. Just this once.” Tony grins. “I’ll go get Kelly.”

Peter feels a lot better after crying. The eye exam isn’t the most fun thing ever, but Peter pulls through. Daddies are relieved to know that Peter’s eyes and eyesight are perfect, and they can wait a year before the next check up. A year feels like forever, so Peter isn’t upset. All he wants now is fries and Pokemon with his Daddies on the sofa.

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Pregnancy Series; Baby Fever {FIRE + MED + P.D.}

THIS HEADCANON INVOLVES; Matt Casey, Kelly Severide, Connor Rhodes, Will Halstead, Ethan Choi, Jay Halstead, Kevin Atwater, Mouse, Crockett Marcel Antonio Dawson & Adam Ruzek

WARNINGS: baby fever, fluff, idk, small fights, a little bit sad on jays part (and long). error’s I missed.

A/N: b/n= baby’s name. Got a One Chicago request? Send it in! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED! Makes me want to write more. Want to be added to the tag list or the pregnancy series tag list? Just message me!

JAY HALSTEAD;

Jay knew you had baby fever after all you were a nurse.

You would come home and gush to him about delivering a baby. He could see it in your eyes you wanted one. And that made him slightly nervous.

It’s not that he didn’t despise babies. He just felt like he would be a horrible dad, or the babies cries would trigger his PTSD.

He couldn’t deny it though you looked adorable whenever you gushed over a baby, or he and you were out and saw one.

He felt nervous whenever someone would comment and say that he and you would be great parents.

That didn’t stop him from having baby fever either.

Jay thought your baby fever would go away like it always does, eventually.

Unfortunately for Jay, it didn’t die down. Especially since a newborn in med got abandoned. You had a soft spot for the baby. Spending most of your breaks or whenever you were free with the baby.

Will definitely didn’t help the situation either. Claiming that Jay and you would be great parents. Or teasing his brother, by saying “ So, when are you going to knock y/n up?”

So, when Jay came home to find you holding a baby. He was in shock. His heart racing faster. he gulped. He didn’t want to arrest his girlfriend for kidnapping a baby.

“Please tell me you didn’t steal a baby?” Jay spoke in a shaky voice.

“No, I got Sharon to pull a few strings, so this little one didn’t have to spend another night at the hospital, this is the baby I was talking about,” You replied. Looking up from the small baby you were holding in your arms, to look at Jay. Smiling at him.

“Aren’t there rules against taking a baby from the hospital? I just don’t want you to get in trouble and I don’t want to arrest my girlfriend,” Jay spoke softly. Sitting next to you. Smiling softly at the sleeping baby in your arms.

“I’m not going to get in trouble, I’m going to adopt him,” You spoke.

“WHAT?” Jay shouted. Making you give him an annoyed look. The baby shuffled in your arms.

“Sh,” You hushed him. Jay stood up. Running his hand through his hair in distress.

“Adopt?” Jay whisper yelled.

“Well, you know what foster homes are like, you don’t know what home they go to,” You spoke.

“He’ll grow on you, in fact, him and you will be best buds, and I will have to fight to gain your attention,” You spoke. But Jay was too lost in his thoughts to listen to you…

“So, what happened to the mother?” Jay asked as he took a sip of coffee. Watching you change the baby’s nappy.

“Sixteen-year-old, she was a heroin addict, ran away, left her baby at med,” You replied. Smiling at the baby, as you did the flaps to the nappy. The baby let out a babble as you cooed at him.

“Guess, for her next fix,” Jay grumbled. As you picked the baby up carefully. Cooing at him. Holding him to your side. The baby held onto your shirt.

You turned around to face Jay. Giving him a scolding look.

“Jay,” You warned him. Jay was slightly shell shocked, as he saw you holding the baby. An image of you holding his baby in your arms, flashing through his mind. He gulped. Trying to push down the image of you holding his baby away.

“Is that why the baby cries a lot, it’s probably withdrawal symptoms,” Jay spoke. You rolled your eyes at Jay's jab.

“Babies cry, Jay,” You spoke.

“Can you hold him for a second, I have to go get changed,” You spoke again.

“But…” Jay protested, but you didn’t listen to him, handing b/n over to Jay.

Jay awkwardly cradles the baby to his chest. Smiling down at the baby, only to find the baby boy looking up at him with bright blue eyes.

“Hey, there buddy,” Jay cooed. Making the baby boy let out a noise. Reaching his hands up towards Jay. Jay felt his heart flutter. Gasping as the baby wrapped its hand around his finger. Jay felt his heart swell. Jay felt his heart pound, as he felt tears of joy prick his eyes. An intense wave of joy washed over him. Even though the baby wasn’t his, he would love it like it was his. He would do anything for that baby.

“So, I’ll take him to work, there’s a day-care at med,” You spoke, walking into the room. A baby bag slung on your shoulder.

Jay snapped out of his little daydream. Turning gently to face you. You smiled at the sight of the baby holding Jay’s finger.

“Yeah, um, I will stop by at lunchtime,” Jay spoke. As you gently took the baby from Jay. The baby laid its head on your chest. Making Jay smile lovingly at the baby and you.

You beamed at the baby boy.

“See you at lunchtime, be safe,” You spoke. Leaning up to kiss him on the lips softly.

“Y/n…” Jay spoke, as you pulled away. You looked at him, with a smile on your face.

“Yeah,” You responded.

“We should both adopt him, and also, give him a name,” Jay spoke. Making your heart melt.

“I will get the papers, and we can sign them at lunchtime,” You beamed. Making Jay smile.

“I love you, and I love this little one,” Jay spoke, grabbing the side of your face. Eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you passionately.

Jay pulled away from the kiss. Leaning down to press a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead.

Jay then pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. Pulling away from you.

“I’ll see at lunchtime,” Jay spoke. Winking at you. you let out a giggle. Turning around and walking out of the room, the out of the house…

Jay entered the emergency room in a hurry.

Will smirked at his brother, as he saw him coming over to him.

“Looking for y/n?” Will asked as he typed away on the keyboard.

“Yeah,” Jay replied, still looking around the ER for you.

“She’s in the day-care, do you want to know where it is?” Will replied. Smirking at Jay.

“She texted me where it was,” Jay spoke.

“Okay,” Will chuckled.

“What?” Jay asked. Looking at his brother suspiciously.

“Nothing,” Will smirked. Jay narrowed his eyes at Will.

“I’m sure it isn’t, spill it,” Jay demanded.

“I don’t want to keep you too long,” Will spoke. Jay gave Will a suspicious look before walking away. Going to the day-care…

Jay felt his heart melt as he saw you laying on the ground next to the baby boy. Looking at you in awe. Jay opened the door walking over to the baby and you.

You looked up. Face lightening up with excitement.

“Hey baby,” You beamed. As Jay laid on the other side of the baby.

“Hey gorgeous,” He cooed. Leaning over the baby to press a soft kiss against your lips. Making you let out a content sigh.

Jay pulled away. Looking down at the baby. Beaming at him.

“Hey, cutie,” Jay beamed. The baby let out a giggle. Reaching his free hand up to grab Jay’s hand. Jay smiled down at the baby. Letting the baby grab his hands.

“I got the papers, all you have to do is sign it,” You spoke, reaching behind you to grab the papers and pen. You handed it to Jay. Jay took it from your grasp without even looking away from the baby.

“Aren’t you a little cutie,” Jay cooed, making you look at Jay in awe.

Jay turned his attention to the papers. Grabbing the pen and filling out the form.

“Soon, you will ours,” Jay cooed, making you smile.

The two of you let out a giggle, as the baby let out a noise.

“I decided on a name,” You spoke, making Jay look at you,

“Without me?” Jay fake gasped. Holding his hand to his chest. Making you let out a giggle. You playfully rolled your eyes.

“B/n,” You told him. Making Jay smile at you.

“I like it, b/n it is,” Jay agreed.

“Hey, b/n,” Jay and you cooed, making the baby babble happily. Both of you looked at each other in awe. Unaware of Sharon and Will outside the room.

“Can’t you just put it off, look at them, they will be devasted,” Will spoke.

“I can’t put it off Will, her parents are waiting downstairs.

Will looked worried.

Sharon took a deep breath, before entering the room. Will following close behind.

“Y/n, Jay,” Sharon spoke, making Jay and you look up from b/n. Hearts racing.

“What’s wrong?” You asked meekly. Knowing something was up by the look of sympathy on her face.

Jay looked confused. Looking between Sharon, you and Will. Will gave Jay a weak smile.

“I’ve got some bad news,” She started. You gulped. Feeling your heart squeeze. Oh no, you thought.

“The mother is downstairs they want to take the baby home. They want to be the legal guardians,” Sharon spoke. Giving Jay and you sympathetic looks.

You felt your heart plummet to your stomach. you sat up. Looking heartbroken. Jay on the other hand was in denial.

“Why?” Jay asked defensively. Sharon let out a sigh.

“Jay…” She sighed.

“She can’t do that,” Jay shouted. Making b/n let out a cry. You quickly picked b/n up. Trying to soothe him.

“Technically she can, she is the baby’s mother,” Sharon spoke.

Jay shook his head, a look of anger crossing his features. Tears pricking his eyes. He stood up.

“She abandoned her child, she shouldn’t be able to have her back, she’s a heroin addict, she isn’t fit to raise a baby,” Jay shouted.

“I know Jay, but she is the biological mother,” Sharon spoke.

“SHE ABANDONED HER CHILD,” He growled out.

“She is his mother, Jay,” You meekly spoke. Standing up slowly.

Jay shook his head at you in disbelief.

“I’m not letting that baby go without a fight,” Jay declared.

“Jay, please,” You tried to reason with him, but he shook his head. Eyes filling up with tears.

“She’s a heroin addict, babe,” Jay stated.

“I know, baby, but maybe she has changed, and we can always try to have a baby,” You reassured.

Jay looked around the room. Tears falling from his eyes.

Jay let out a sob. Nodding his head.

“I’ll give the two of you a moment to say your goodbyes,” Sharon spoke. Stepping aside.

Jay sniffled.

“Hey there buddy,” Jay cooed, tears falling from his eyes.

“You have to go back to your mom,” Jay sobbed out. Trying to smile but failing.

“I am going to miss you so much,” Jay sobbed, making b/n lips tremble. Jay pressed a soft kiss to b/n’s forehead. He pulled away, smiling at b/n.

b/n looked at you, with trembling lips. You tried your best not to break down.

“You be good for you mummy,” You spoke, as tears fell from your eyes. Making b/n let out a cry.

“Hey, don’t cry, sh,” You cooed, swaying a bit. Trying to get b/n to calm down.

“Y/n,” Sharon spoke. Making you close your eyes for a second to collect your thoughts.

“It’s going to be okay; you’re going to be okay,” You cooed, kissing the top of his head. This seemed to calm b/n down.

“You are okay,” You hummed, swaying. Smiling down at y/n.

Sharon gave you an apologetic look, as she took a step towards you. gently taking b/n off of you.

b/n cried loudly trying to reach out to you. tears blurred your vision as you watched Sharon walk out of the room. B/n’s loud cries filling the room. You cupped your mouth with your hands. Sobs wracking your body. Jay quickly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him.

Pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. Will put his hand on Jays back. His other hand on your back. Rubbing Jay’s back as well as yours. Trying to comfort the both of you…

Kevin Atwater;

A chuckle from beside you broke you out of your daze. You quickly broke your gaze away from the little kids, and babies that were waiting on the seats. You looked beside you to see Kevin standing next to you. Giving you a mischievous look.

“What?” You asked. Giving him a weary look.

“What are you daydreaming about?” Kevin asked, knowing full well you were daydreaming about having kids.

“Nothing,” You replied. Turning around and walking up the stairs. Trying to avoid the conversation.

“Really, doesn’t seem like nothing, you had that twinkle in your eye,” Kevin teased. Mocking your expression you did at the front desk.

“Shut up,” You huffed out, unlocking the lock.

“I’m guessing it was either you daydreaming about having a family or daydreaming about me,” Kevin suggested as him and you walked up the stair to the bullpen.

“You wish it was the second one,” You jokingly teased.

Kevin grabbed your forearm. Stopping you, you slowly turned around to face him. Looking

“You know we can always make your daydreams too,” Kevin spoke genuinely. Making your breath hitch.

“I know, it’s just our line of work is dangerous, and I don’t want to put our baby in that position,” You spoke breathlessly.

“Whenever you are ready, you tell me,” Kevin spoke softly, cupping the side of your face. he leaned up, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, then pulling away. Kevin winked at you, as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, taking a stepping up on the step you were standing on. You wrapped your arms around his waist, moving closer to his side. Resting your head against his side…

Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz;

You snuggled closer to Mouses side, your head resting against his chest. Mouse’s arms wrapped around you.

“Aw,” You cooed, as a baby commercial came on. Making Mouse crane his neck to look down at you. watching you with an amusement expression.

“Look how cute that baby is, with its chubby little arms and hands and feet,” You cooed, making Mouse let out a chuckle. He found it adorable how your eyes lit up as you watched the baby in the commercial.

“Your adorable,” Mouse cooed, as you continued to watch the baby.

“I want one,” You whined, pouting your lips, as your eyes were still locked on the tv screen.

“A Nappy,” Mouse joked, quirking an eyebrow at you. You quickly pulled your attention away from the screen, looking at Mouse.

“No silly, a baby,” You responded. Making Mouse smile. He let out a slight chuckle. Pulling you closer to his side. Mouse pressed a soft against the top of your head, while you turned your attention back to the tv.

He wanted a baby, he was just afraid he would hurt it, or the babies crying would trigger his PTSD…

Antonio Dawson;

“So, I was thinking, maybe you could come back to mine, and we could…” Antonio spoke, stopping mid-sentence when he saw your attention wasn’t on him, but behind him.

You rested your chin on the palm of you. Antonio looked behind him to see a mother with her baby.

Antonio smirked, before turning his attention back to you. This wasn’t the first time he saw you looking at babies. Or cooing over them. You normally played it off. But he knew better, he knew you wanted a baby, but he had a feeling you were too afraid to ask.

“Y/n,” Antonio called, making you snap out of it. You quickly turned your attention to Antonio. Smiling at him.

“Mm,” You hummed out, taking a sip out of your drink. Trying your best not to look behind Antonio again.

“Did you hear what I said?” Antonio asked. Making your eyes widen. No, your mind screamed out. You quickly recovered. But Antonio saw. You took another sip of your drink, then put the glass down on the table.

“Um…Yeah,” You replied.

Antonio quirked an eyebrow. Waiting for your response.

“You wanted more dessert,” You answered, making Antonio shake his head in amusement. Making your heart beat rapidly. Fuck, he knows I wasn’t listening, you thought. You gave him a nervous smile.

Antonio took your hands in his. Making you feel even more anxious. He knows you were looking at babies again, and its probably the last straw, your mind screamed out.

“Look I would never push you into having another kid, I know you already two beautiful children, who I love dearly, so, get it if it’s a deal-breaker if I want a baby,” You spoke. Trying your best not to cry.

“I never said I didn’t want any more kids,” Antonio spoke. Making your breath hitch.

“Oh,” You gasped out. Antonio leaned his body slightly forward. His thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“I want to have a baby with you, y/n,” Antonio spoke. Making you beam at him. Face lighting up with happiness.

“Really?” You gasped out. Antonio nodded his head.

“Yeah,” He replied. You quickly closed the gap between him and you. Pressing your lips against his softly….

Adam Ruzek;

You greeted the officers as you walked into the precinct.

“Morning Trudy,” You greeted her. She looked up. Smiling at you.

“Morning, you got a visitor,” She spoke. Looking over your shoulder. You turned your neck to look behind you. Seeing your best friend with her baby girl in a capsule. Your best friend waved her hand at you. Making you smile at her.

You quickly made your way over to them.

“Hey, b/f/n, hey b/n,” You spoke.

“I have a date, and my babysitter cancelled, I need you to look after b/n,” She spoke, thrusting the capsule into your hands.

“I’m at work,” You argued. Taking the capsule from her anyways. She stood up. Not caring at all.

“I’m sure Voight will allow it,” She spoke. Fixing her coat.

“B/f/n, a precinct is no place for a baby,” You spoke. Making Trudy lookup.

“Adam and you are always talking about having a baby and whatnot, now is your chance to experience mom life,” She spoke. Squeezing past you.

“F/n,” You huffed out, as her baby girl looked up at you.

“Love you, pick her up after seven,” she spoke. Pressing a soft kiss on her daughter's forehead, before leaving the precinct.

You let out a huff. Looking down at your best friends daughter. A soft smile graced your lips, heart fluttering as you saw her already looking at you.

“Hey, cutie, guess you’re stuck with me today, at work,” You cooed. Walking up the steps. Unlocking the door, going through the door.

“You can be my partner in crime,” You cooed, as you walked up the stairs until you reach the bullpen.

“Who’s baby did you steal?” Jay joked. As he saw you walk into the bullpen. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t tell us, you were pregnant all along,” Kevin joked. As you put the capsule on your desk.

“You guys are hilarious, maybe you should both give up your jobs and become comedians,” You sassed.

“Oh my gosh,” You heard Hailey and Kim coo, as they rushed over to b/n.

“Look at her, she is so adorable,” Hailey cooed.

“Look at the little bonnet on her head,” Kim cooed.

“She’s my best friends baby,” You spoke, as Hailey, Kim and you crowded around b/n. While b/n looked up at Hailey, Kim and you. Beaming.

“Really, she kind of looks like you,” Hailey commented.

“It’s b/n,” Adam sang song, pushing his way through Hailey and Kim.

“Still as cute as always,” Adam cooed, making b/n let out a giggle. While your heart fluttered. Resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

“She’s going to break hearts someday,” Adam cooed, as your gaze went to b/n, smiling at her in awe. Heart thumping faster. As warmth and happiness filled your body…

Connor Rhodes;

Connor leaned against the door. Watching you in amusement as you fawned over the baby.

“You should get some rest,” Connor spoke.

“She’s so tiny,” You cooed. Making Connor smile. He pushed himself off the door, walking over to you.

“I can’t leave her, I can’t sleep in my bed knowing she is fighting for her life,” You spoke. Eyes still locked on the baby in the incubator.

“Then I’ll stay with you,” Connor spoke, wrapping his arm around your waist. Pulling you closer to his side.

“She’ll make it through,” Connor reassured you. Pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head…

Crockett Marcel;

You smiled contently at the Kid in the bay 3. Talking to her parents. You felt your heart flutter, as thoughts of having a baby popped into your mind. You just hoped they were as sweet as the little girl in bay 3.

“Ah, I know that look, you’ve been struck with baby fever,” Crockett spoke. Making you jump in fright. You turned around to face him quickly. Looking shocked.

Crockett arched a brow, looking amused at your reaction.

“No, I haven’t,” You denied. Making Crockett smile.

“Mmhmm…You can deny it all you want but it is written on your face,” Crockett smirked. Winking at you as he walked away from you…

Will Halstead;

Will swung your hand back and forth. Gripping your hand tighter.

“I’m so tired,” You whined, making Will chuckle.

“I told you to get some rest,” Will chuckled. Smirking at you.

“Hey, you were the one that tired me out last night, you could have stopped at the third round,” You spoke, making Will chuckle.

“You weren’t complaining about it last night, I’m pretty sure you were moaning my name,” Will smirked.

“Oh, shush,” You chuckled. Hitting him in the chest.

“Help me, my wife, she’s in labour,” A guy screamed.

Will and you quickly rushed to the guy, following him into the apartment.

“Did she just start contractions? How far apart are they?” You asked as he rushed down the hallway.

“I don’t know, but she started pushing, but nothing is happening.” He spoke. As Will and you walked into the room. Both of you giving a knowing look.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, seeing the facial expression Will and you make.

“Sir, I need you to get us, some warm water, and some towels, as well as disposable gloves if you have any, can you do that for us,” Will spoke. The guy looked at Will and you frantically, you felt for him.

“Sir, I need you to call for an ambulance,” You spoke.

“I already have, but they are taking forever,” He grumbled. Waking off to grab the stuff Will told him to get,

Will and you quickly rushed to where the women was.

“Hey, Ma’am, I’m Doctor L/n, and this is Doctor Halstead, we are here to help you,” You spoke calmly. Making her look up at you. Lips quivering.

“Somethings wrong,” She gasped out. Tears staining her cheeks.

“You could be breached,” You spoke. Making her panic.

“It’s okay,” You reassured her. But she grabbed your hands tightly. Will quickly checked her belly.

Will gave you a knowing look.

“She’s breached, the baby isn’t facing the right way,” Will told you. Making the pregnant women panic even more. Her heart racing.

“What? Am I going to die?” She cried out. Looking at Will then at you.

“It’s okay, you aren’t going to die, neither is your baby, you are in safe hands,” You reassured her. But she was still panicking.

“I’m going to have to reposition the baby,” Will told her. Placing his hands on either side of her belly. He started to reposition it but she let out a blood curling scream.

“What are you doing?” The husband yelled, rushing over to Will, he pushed Will away.

“Sir, we have to reposition the baby,” Will answered.

“No,” The husband yelled.

Will pinched the bridge of his nose. Trying to calm himself down

“If we don’t reposition the baby then both of them could die,” Will yelled.

“I don’t care,” The husband seethed. Making you frown.

“How about we give her a c section,” You suggested. Looking at Will then the husband.

The husband thought it through for a second. Then nodded his head. Will rolled his eyes at the husband. He wouldn’t let his reposition the baby, but he would let him and you perform a c section.

“But you have to do it,” The husband ordered. You nodded your head.

“I’m going to need vodka and a razor,” You ordered. The guy quickly rushed off.

“What’s going on?” The wife cried out.

“We are going to have perform a c section,” You calmly told her. Which made her hyperventilate.

Will quickly grabbed her hand, making her look at Will. With wide eyes.

“You are in good hands, Doctor L/n is the best in Chicago,” Will reassured you. Making your heart speed up. Feeling slightly flustered.

“I’ve got the vodka and razor,” He spoke. Bringing you out of your daze.

You quickly put the disposable gloves on then opened the cap, grabbing the razor, you poured the vodka on the razor blade. Putting the vodka bottle down.

“This is going to hurt,” You told her. As the husband went to her side. Grabbing her hand.

“So, do you know the gender of the baby? Picked any baby names?” Will asked, trying to distract her from the pain.

“Oh…my god,” She screamed out as you made an incision in her abdomen.

You delicately put the knife down.

Hands delicately going into your stomach. You gently grabbed the baby.

“I’m going to slowly pull the baby out, you are doing so well,” You reassured her.

She let out a cry as you slowly pulled the baby out.

The baby let out a cry, as you pulled it out. Will let go of the woman’s hand. Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around the baby. You carefully cut the umbilical cord.

“It’s a healthy baby boy,” You cooed, smiling at the baby then at the parents. They smiled at the baby. You quickly put a towel on the incision wound. Putting pressure on it. As will handed the baby to the mother.

Will looked back at you to see you smiling in awe at the baby. He smiled lovingly at you, then looked back at the mother. Picturing you holding his baby…

Ethan Choi;

Ethan watched you from a distance, as you swayed Vincent in your arms. Warming his heart. Ethan smiled at you. His mind wandering off to having a baby with you.

The sound of the microwave beeping brought Ethan out of his daydream. Ethan quickly took the bottle of milk out of the microwaves. Testing it to see if it was warm. When he was satisfied with it, he walked over to Vincent and you.

Ethan handed you the bottle, you smiled at him as you took the bottle.

Looking back at Vincent and cooing at him, as you guided the nipple of the baby bottle to his lips. Vincent attached his mouth. sucking the milk, all the while looking up at you.

Ethan pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head….

Kelly Severide;

You tired your best to suppress the urge to admire the little kids who were in the fire station for their field trip. But it was just too hard. Especially since Kelly was holding a baby.

“L/n,” Herman spoke, bringing you out of your daydream. You blinked rapidly. Turning your head to look at Herman. Who was smiling at you. oh no, you thought to yourself.

“Don’t tell me your daydreaming on the job,” Herrmann teased. Making you roll your eyes.

“Oh hush,” You spoke, pushing yourself off the ambulance, and hopping into it. Checking the equipment checklist.

“I think Kelly and you would make great parents,” Herman spoke. Making you smile.

Just as you were about to say something, you saw a bunch of kids, and their parents come to the ambulance.

“And this is the ambulance, y/n will take good care of you if any of you end up here,” Kelly spoke. Smiling at you, making your heart swell…

Matt Casey;

Matt smiled at you as you played with your niece. He felt his heart flutter. Feeling flustered, as he watched you play pick a boo with your niece.

Matt jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“So, are you going to just stare at her all day or,” Your brother spoke.

“We’ve been trying to have a baby for a while, but we’ve been unsuccessful,” Matt spoke. Eyes still locked on you.

“Don’t give up, I mean My wife and I have been trying for a long time, and now we have this little one,” Your brother spoke, squeezing Matt’s shoulder tight. He let go walking off to join you.

Matt smiled at you, his mind wandering off to thoughts of him and you having a baby, a family. You holding his and your baby in your arms…

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elenarodriiguez · 2 years

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day twenty two: restrained | m.c. & s.k. & k.s.

summary: saving his roommates from handcuff related disasters wasn’t in the books for casey today, but it’s definitely for his own benefit as well as theirs.

relationships: matt casey x stella kidd x kelly severide

warnings: implied sexual content, miscommunication

word count: 1512

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When Matt opens the front door to a series of grunts and the distinct sound of Severide’s headboard hitting the wall, he almost walks right back out of the apartment. It wasn’t the first time he’d been sexiled since coming to this arrangement with Stella and Kelly, but normally they were much better about warning him beforehand.

But just as he turns to leave the apartment for the evening, most likely crashing at Hermann’s in exchange for free babysitting services, he hears Kelly say his name from their bedroom. Closing the door behind him loudly enough for people to hear it in the next apartment down, he dumps his bag by the door just as they start calling out to him.

“Okay, I’m coming. What’s so important that you can’t even get out of? Oh.”

It’s a scene that would have come from his most private of fantasies, if it weren’t for the sheer amount of distress both Kelly and Stella were radiating. Matt averts his gaze as quickly as it landed on them in the first place, taking Kelly’s directions and finding the key to the handcuffs binding the couple to the headboard in seconds.

Covering his eyes, he passes Kelly the key, letting him unlock his other hand before taking care of Stella’s predicament. As he backs out of the room, face burning bright red, he catches bits and pieces of Kelly’s soft reassurances to Stella, taking the rustling of bed sheets to mean that they’re curled up in bed together. So long as they’re happy together he could stomach the ever present ache which accompanies the pining.

And if he curled in on himself a little tighter that night as images of Kelly clinging to Stella and exchanging soft touches at every instance roll around his mind, then that’s his business. Well, his and his weighted blanket’s.

When he wakes up the next morning, exhaustion seeping out of every crevice of his body, all Matt really wants to do is hide away from the world and pretend that everything is not happening. No unrequited crushes that are a pain to deal with, no awkward encounters witnessing the most distressing version of a recurring fantasy come to life, no requirements to act like everything was fine and dandy.

Alas, the world is a cruel mistress, as is his stomach, and soon the need for food outweighs his ability to stubbornly hide away from the couple. Crawling out of bed, he grabs a pair of baggy old sweats to wear over his boxers, not bothering with a T-shirt seeing as they’ve both seen it all before. Running his hands through his hair to try and make himself appear semi-presentable, Matt makes his way into the kitchen.

Unsurprisingly both Kelly and Stella are there, far more dressed than they had been the night before, and their conversation grinds to an uncomfortable halt when they see Matt walk in. Quietly greeting them, he makes a beeline for the coffee, grabbing a box of cornflakes along the way. As he grabs the creamer and milk out from the fridge to make his coffee more digestible, the couple’s conversation starts up again, this time in hushed whispers.

He tries not to let it bother him and instead carries on making himself some breakfast, weighing up in his mind whether he should brave staying around the kitchen counter or make a break for his room. In the end, though, the choice is made for him when Kelly asks if they can have a chat with him. While all the worst case scenarios run through his head, he puts on a brave face and agrees cheerfully, transferring his bowl and mug onto the island.

“Look man, I just wanted to apologise for yesterday. I shouldn’t have put you in that position, and I feel really bad about it. I promise I’ll make it up to you, you just say the word.”

“Uh,” Matt drones, those words most certainly not being the ones he’d anticipated, “no need to thank me. I hope you’d have done the same for me if I were in that situation. Just, um, be more careful next time?”

“No, we will, but you just seemed really uncomfortable last night and we didn’t see you for dinner.” Stella interjects, leaning forward against the table.

“Oh, that’s nothing against either of you, I just collapsed once I got in. And the only reason I was uncomfortable was because I knew you guys wouldn’t have wanted me in there with you during, uh, all of that. Not because I saw you, um, mid you know. Not that I’m a creep or anything, I just.”

“Hang on.” Kelly says, staring at Matt as if he’d said something impossible to him. “So you’re not asexual? Touch repulsed and that kind of thing?”

“No? Wait, how do you know about all of that stuff? And why would I be? I came out to you as bi when we were in the Academy!”

“Because whenever we try to be physically affectionate with you, you like, run in the other direction! That’s why we don’t all sleep in the same bed, or why you go to Hermann’s whenever we have sex, isn’t it?”

As Matt leaves his spoon hovering in midair, a spoonful of soggy cereals inches away from his gaping mouth, Stella turns her attention to her boyfriend, lightly slapping his chest and gesturing at Matt.

“Please tell me you spoke to him about things. Explicitly, not the weird implicit shit you guys like to do about anything concerning feelings.”

“I thought I did!”

“I’m sorry, uh, what are you guys going on about? Talk to me about what?”

Matt can feel the heavy sigh that Stella lets out deep in his soul, but he remains none the wiser to what she actually means, or why she’s so annoyed with Kelly. As far as he remembers, neither of them have talked about anything of any major importance since Matt moved in with them, but apparently they were supposed to. His gaze flickers between the couple, Stella looking truly exasperated, meanwhile Kelly seems to be searching for the ground to swallow him while somehow.

In the end, it’s Stella who makes the first move towards explaining what on Earth is going on as she takes his still outstretched hand and guides the spoon back into the bowl. Except when Matt lets go of the spoon, she makes no effort to let go of his hand, instead she laces their fingers together while Matt stares at her confusedly. She mutters some comment about having to do everything around here before leaning in and kissing him.

He freezes when her lips meet his, and once his brain switches back on, he realises what is going on and pulls away immediately, trying to utter apologies to Kelly before he kicks him out. However, instead of banishing him for all of eternity, he gets up from his seat and wraps himself around Matt, squeezing his forearms before settling his arms around his waist, Kelly’s fingers absently tracing his V line.

“I don’t understand.” Matt says quietly as the two get impossibly closer to him.

“We were under the impression that you were our boyfriend. Our asexual, touch repulsed boyfriend who loathed physical affection and sex. Hence why we always warned you when we were planning on having sex, and why we apologised for last night.” Stella explains, her free hand reaching up to brush the hair out of Casey’s stunning eyes.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So in case this wasn’t clear, and in the hopes of being more communicative with you, we both like you. A lot. Well, I’d say more that we love and are in love with you at this point, but you get my drift. We want you to sleep in our bed, we want you to get involved in our cuddle piles, we want to kiss you and hold your hand in public.”

“We want to have you in our bed, claim you as ours for the whole world to see.” Kelly whispers in his ear, punctuating his statement with a nip at Matt’s earlobe, his voice as smooth as sin.

“I’m alright with that. So long as you guys are mine too.”

“Of course we are, baby. Nothing could stop us.”

“Well, in that case then, I think you have something to make up to me, seeing as I’ve been missing out on all the action.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Stella winks at him, getting up from her seat to crowd him.

“But just one thing.” He says, his grin full of barely restrained mirth. “No handcuffs. Don’t think we can afford all three of us getting stuck.”

“Oh, blondie’s got jokes. What do you say Kelly, you think we can make do without them?”

“I think so, after all, I’m sure Matt can be a good boy and do as he’s told.”

“I don’t doubt that for a minute. Come along Captain, we’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

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fighterkimburgess · 3 years

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Can I get a 43 and 48 from the angst prompt list? I’m not sure if you write kelly x reader but I’d love that! If not then ruzek x reader :)

Angst Prompt 43: “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” Angst Promopt 48: “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

Warnings: Canon typical injury, Kelly!Whump, alcohol. This is my first Kelly x reader, I hope it works!

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“I’ve got to go.” The words woke you up from your comfortable sleep, and you turned around to see Kelly getting dressed on his side of the bed. Checking your watch, it was 4.30.

“Kelly, come back to bed. You’ve got your work bag in your car, you can drive in from here.” You reached over for him but he stood, shucking on his jeans.

“I’ve some stuff to get from the loft. Want me to make coffee?”

“Yeah.”

You wrapped a hoodie around you, walking out to your small kitchen. Kelly was already fixing your small coffeemaker. The tension was thick in the air, and you decided to just bite the bullet.

“Kelly...why do we have to keep hiding this? I’m tired of being kept a secret. I know at the start we said this was just sex, but you stay the night, we make out, it’s not that anymore. God Cruz is running bets on us. So why can’t we admit it?” His shoulders stiffened underneath the worn leather, and you readied yourself for the argument.

“We’re not dating. I thought this was still just sex. That’s all I’m here for. Look, I’m gonna go. See you on shift.”

You watched as Kelly as good as ran out of the one bedroom apartment, and felt your heart break in two. Once you were sure he wasn’t in hearing distance, you let out a sob.

With your shift rapidly approaching you gave yourself an hour to cry before you got ready. The coffee Kelly had made was unceremoniously thrown down the drain, and you left without eating anything. Your stomach was in too many knots to eat anyway.

Your red eyes were covered in colour correcting concealer, and you arrived into the house with your head up high, waving at your friends. Keeping the facade going was easy until Sylvie pulled you into the rig, shutting the doors behind her.

“What happened? You’re not ok.” You looked at the woman who was your best friend, work partner and PIC and wanted to laugh. Plus she was engaged to Kelly’s best friend, you couldn’t tell her the truth.

“I’d been seeing someone. We said it was casual but then he was staying over most nights, so I asked him should we make it public. He told me he didn’t feel the same way and left. It all happened this morning so I’m not ok right now.”

Sylvie wrapped you in a hug, holding you close to her chest. “You deserve better, you know? After work I’ll come back with you, we can get takeout and watch break up movies and drown our sorrows in ice cream.”

You smiled at that, banishing the tears from your eyes. “Thanks, Sylvie.” You opened the doors and stepped out in search of breakfast. Instead though, you nearly ran into Kelly’s chest.

“I was looking for you, can we talk?” He asked, his voice soft.

Ambulance 61, person in distress, 3365 South Island

“Sorry Lieutenant, duty calls.” You ran to the passenger side, not trusting yourself to drive first thing. Sylvie wasn’t far behind you, and in thirty seconds you were pulling out of the fire house and to your first call of the day.

You had back to back calls, and by the time you and Sylvie made it back to the house you were starving. Truck and Engine were out on their own calls, so you went inside to try rustle up something edible until somebody made lunch.

“I left plates for you in the fridge,” Kelly said, walking into the common room and you and Sylvie surveyed the available food.

“Thanks, K-Severide,” you replied, cutting yourself off from saying his first name. He’d made it perfectly clear what you were.

After food you could restock the ambo and relax for a little while, being polite and friendly to everyone, but still trying to stay on your own. Kelly had come up to you twice, but each time you stuck with your grey rock routine, making things easier for you.

When your shift ended you were one of the first out of the house, waving goodbye quickly as you speed walked away. Kelly lifted up his arm to call you as you got into your car, but you were able to ignore him without looking like you were. Once you arrived home you locked the door behind you, giving yourself 24 hours to be heartbroken.

True to her word, Sylvie arrived around two with Stella in tow. They took one look at you and wrapped you in hugs, settling in on the couch with the patented list of feel good movies you’d created over the years. You were starting Made of Honor when you were able to speak.

“I really thought I loved him. We started as friends, and there was a spark, so we were friends with benefits. But we slept over, and I think he’s spent more nights here in the last two months than his apartment. The only nights we were apart was work. But he just kept calling it friends with benefits. I just miss him.” You dissolved back into tears, curling up with your friends. Stella patted your head as Sylvie rubbed your shoulders. You felt like such a fool. How could you have convinced Kelly Severide to settle down?

They convinced you to eat something, so pizza was ordered and you waited for it to arrive. When the buzzer went off you didn’t hesitate to hit the entry button, and Sylvie opened the door when the delivery guy got there.

“It’s not a good time, Kelly. We’re having girls night. She needs her girls. See her on shift.” You kept yourself still, not wanting him to see the mess he’d put you in.

“Sylvie I need to see her. Right now. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” You could hear the worry in his voice and it nearly broke you, clutching tighter to Stella. You felt her shake her head no, but hadn’t heard the question.

“No chance, Kelly. Go home. I’ll let her know you were here.” She shut the door on him, before coming back to the couch, your tears back in full force.

“It was Kelly, wasn’t it?” Stella’s voice was low, and you nodded, sitting up.

“What kind of idiot am I? I thought we might actually have something. I’m a fool.”

“You’re not a fool. You were in love. And judging from his face he’s realised what he’s lost, but that’s his fault.” The buzzer went again, and Sylvie lifted it this time.

“Yes?”

“Pizza?”

It arrived up, the cheese and grease what was needed. By the time Stella and Sylvie left you were smiling, hugging them goodbye.

The time before your shift was spent in a cleaning frenzy. You didn’t want anything in your apartment to remind you of what you’d lost, so you cleaned it all, flipping your mattress and changing bedding to completely forget.

By the time you arrived in 51 you felt like a new person. You smiled as you walked in, and it felt like a real smile. Even Sylvie noticed as she and Matt walked in, giving you brief hugs hello. You’d pulled your hair back and were ready to take on the day, but when you closed your locker door Kelly was standing there.

“We need to talk,” his voice was soft, and when you looked at him he seemed like he hadn’t slept.

“You said everything you needed to, Severide. We’re coworkers. That’s it. And considering paramedics and Squad don’t tend to interact, we don’t need to unless we’re on a call.” You turned and walked into the briefing room, sitting beside Sylvie at your usual seat. You stared at the board, ignoring everyone who came in.

“Severide looks like hell,” Sylvie murmured, and you looked at her.

“No idea why,” you replied as Boden walked in to update everyone on the latest information. Before it ended the bells went, and you and Sylvie went to leave.

“I mean what I said, he looks like hell. Have you talked to him?” You kept your eyes on the road as you drove to the call location, but Sylvie was excellent at waiting out a silence.

“He asked me this morning, but nothing since. He has my number, he hasn’t called or texted me since that night. If he wanted to talk he could. But I can’t wait for him, I need to at least pretend to move on. For my sanity.”

“Ok. But I’m here if you need moral support?” You smiled at her as you arrived at the call, but your face immediately paled at the sight in front of you.

The two of you had done all you could, but the staff at Med called TOD on your patient shortly after you arrived. He was a fifteen year old kid, out walking a dog when he got caught in a drive by shooting. You were both covered in blood on arrival back to 51, and Sylvie took you out of service so you could shower and change before another call. By the time you were cleaned up you felt better, but your heart was heavy as you came into the common room and got breakfast.

“You gals ok?” Capp called over, and you smiled at him.

“Tough call. Seeing you all helps though!” You replied, taking a bite of your bacon. There was a laugh, and you all settled into your groups to eat. Before long things turned and the bells went.

Squad 3, Ambulance 61, car accident, 17th and Ashland

You and Sylvie nodded at each other, jogging to the rig. Squad were also on their way out, and you were in convoy on the short drive. It was just one car, but the driver had hit a tree and was wrapped around. It didn’t look like a fire risk, but you stood back as Squad worked to get him out.

Just as Kelly had a saw to the side of the car, you heard the squeal of brakes. You turned and watched as everyone ran out of the way, but Kelly tripped, his torso hitting the still spinning blade as he ran. On autopilot you ran to him, putting pressure on the long gash.

“Stay awake, Kelly. Stay up.” You told him, hearing Sylvie over the radio that we needed two more ambulances and some reinforcements to the location. Kelly grabbed your shoulder, but before he could say anything his eyes rolled.

“Wake up! Don’t do this to me!” You yelled, but he didn’t stir. Squad helped get him onto the gurney and Sylvie held him in the back as you drove to Med, sirens blaring and lights flashing as you made your way through Chicago.

Once you arrived Kelly was handed over, and you stood in shock, staring at the trauma room he’d been brought to. You didn’t even know you were crying until Sylvie wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s Kelly. He’ll be ok. We won’t lose him.” You stayed still until she brought you to the waiting room. The rest of the house arrived soon after, and you took over a sizeable area of the room. You and Sylvie were surrounded by the Squad guys, the five of you just sitting in silence. Capp grabbed your hand, the only movement any of you made while you waited. There’d been so much blood at the scene, all you could think of was Kelly’s blood pouring out and for all of your training you couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t stop him from being hurt.

“He’s gonna pull through. It’s Kelly. Plus he needs to talk to you.” You turned to look at Capp, unsure you’d heard him. “He told me he screwed up with someone important to him, and I’m guessing how the two of you acted it was with you?”

You nodded, a lump in your throat. “Yeah, before last shift. We had a fight, and I was upset so didn’t want to talk to him. God if that’s our last words...” You covered your lips with your fingers. If the last thing you’d told Kelly was you didn’t need to interact again you wouldn’t be able to cope. He was so much more than just that.

“He knows. He knows.” As Capp spoke, Marcel walked towards your group, his face grave.

“Lieutenant Severide needed surgery to repair the lacerations, they were too deep for standard closure. One of them acted more like a stab wound, and nicked his intercostal muscles. However, we were able to close it fully. He’s not out of the woods yet, he lost a lot of blood. However we’re hopeful. Captain Casey, you’re his medical POA, you can come up and see him. Everyone else you’ll need to come back later or tomorrow.” Matt stood to follow, and while he left you all signed up for visitor shifts. You took the 8.30am one for tomorrow, needing to do something after shift.

The rest of the shift was busy for the ambulance crew, but every minute felt like an hour. You got two hours in the bunks, but it was restless, every time you closed your eyes seeing Kelly’s blood on the streets.

Sylvie walked out with you, deciding to get a ride with you to Med so she and Matt could go home.

“You gonna be ok? I can stay if you like.” She said, watching your knuckles clenched over the steering wheel.

“I need to do this. I need our last words to not be me being vindictive. It’s not worth it.” Sylvie was silent until you arrived at Med then, both of you lost in thoughts.

Matt met the two of you downstairs, coffees in his hands which were gratefully received. “You’re on till 12, Cruz is coming by then. We wanted to make sure folks could get some sleep before coming in, is that ok?”

“Yeah, is he still unconscious?” You nodded, forcing yourself to keep a straight face while preparing for bad news.

“Yeah. They don’t expect him to wake up for a while. If anything changes let me know?”

“Of course I will. Get some sleep, Casey.” Matt and Sylvie both hugged you, and you proceeded up the elevators to the ICU. A nurse went to ask you questions, but as soon as she saw your paramedic uniform she just pointed you in the direction of Kelly’s room. It was silent apart from the steady beep letting you know his heartbeat was still going.

As you took the visitors chair you picked up his hand, the warmth of it surprising you. He was paler than normal, his usually sallow skin almost yellow. Running your hand up his arm you remembered the last time you’d done it, stopping a sob from coming out of your chest.

“I should have talked to you. I shouldn’t have ignored you. I’m so sorry, Kelly. I’m sorry.” You raised his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it as you did. Your tears came unbidden, and you let them out at last.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Your head shot up, and you watched as Kelly’s eyes were open and you could see his familiar smirk.

“Kelly! You’re awake. Oh thank God.” You hit the call button for the nurse to come in and do her checks. You went to move out of the way, but Kelly intertwined his fingers with yours to stop you moving. Once she was gone you moved back, looking at him.

“I’m sorry. You freaked me out and I ran instead of talking. But after this, I need everyone to know we’re together. As long as I didn’t fuck it all up?” You smiled as he said it, squeezing his hand again.

“We fucked it up. Four am isn’t the time to talk about it. But I’m gonna be here as much as I can till you’re out, and I’ll be there while you’re recuperating. We’re a team, Severide. I’ll make us jerseys.”

He shifted over in the bed, pulling you up into it. You curled around him, being careful to avoid the large bandage on his side.

“Come on and sleep. You look like you need it.” You drifted off to sleep, his lips against your forehead as you were so grateful he was there. You didn’t even mind when Cruz woke you two hours later with an “I knew it!”

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Recovery is hard, but not far.

Part 5 of T is for Trauma - The Series

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2580.

Warnings: Injuries. Just a small amount of angst now.

Previously on the series – part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

It’s been a couple of days since you’ve left the DEO. Kara flew you home, and soon enough all the yellow sun lights were placed around your bed, and you’ve been lying under them ever since. Things are still hard. You still feel very weak and heavy-hearted. You don’t know how to explain the feeling, but you feel that something broke inside you.

Your moms never leave your side. They look as beaten up as you do. Lena looks tired, like she hasn’t slept in weeks. There are bags under her eyes, her hair is a mess, and she’s wearing nothing but jeans and sweaters. It’s distressing. Kara looks wretched. You’ve never seen your momma looking so miserable all your life. And she hasn’t left her sweatpants in days. You don’t think they have worked in weeks, and sometimes you want to ask them about it, but you’re scared that will send them away, and you can’t see yourself being alone right now.

Jamie visits every afternoon. And the only time you feel slightly like a normal person again is when she’s telling you about school, and the people from it. Alex also comes by a lot, but it’s all very medical. She examines you, makes you talk, walk, and checks if you’re recovering. Kelly came by a few times and tried to access how you were feeling, but you couldn’t tell her, because you don’t even know exactly how it is. To the surprise of no one, she pointed out that you need therapy, and you agreed to do it once you’re feeling strong enough.

You don’t talk much. Not because your voice is still not coming out, but because you don’t have much to say. Your powers are still not back, which feels weird. Even though you can’t control them very well, you’re used to having them. So, you’re feeling very empty inside.

“Hey, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” You hear Kara’s voice as soon as you open your eyes. You agree with your head, so she knows you can hear her. “Do you need to go to the bathroom? Or do you want to eat first?”

“Bathroom.”

Kara picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. You appreciate the help; your leg still hurts a lot when you try to walk. Probably because you don’t have your powers. But it feels weird being carried everywhere, and helped with everything.

“Are you done?” Kara asks from the other side of the door.

“Mhm.” This is almost humiliating, isn’t it? She goes back inside and picks you up again. “Bed, please.”

“But your mom made a huge breakfast for us, all of your favorites are the-”

“Not hungry, momma. But thank you.” You try to smile at her, but it’s not a real smile. You haven’t been able to do that in a while. Kara puts you back in the bed and lays down next to you. “You can go if you want to.”

“Do you want to be alone?” She asks, and you know she’s only worried you might be feeling suffocated with them around you all the time, but your heart starts beating fast with the thought of being alone, and she hears it. “It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Hey, hey, baby.” Kara puts her hand on your chest to feel your heart, even though she can hear it. “You’re ok. Mommy is here.”

“I’m sorry.” You try to hold your tears and even your breath.

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize. It’s ok.” She kisses your temple, and wipes the tear that is falling to the side of your face.

“Can you hold me, please?” You’re not even finished with your request and Kara already has her arms wrapped around you, and she pulls you so close you can hear her heartbeat. You like that.

You don’t know how long you two stay like that for. Probably hours. You only let go of Kara when you hear her stomach growling loudly. Jamie walks in right at that moment, and Kara can finally leave you and go eat.

“Hey little Danvers.” Jamie throws herself in your bed and looks at you with a smile. “That looked nice. Does it mean you talked to them?”

“About what?” You ask, confused.

“Well, you know, about the science fair thing.” Jamie props herself up in her elbows to look at you. She knows you haven’t by the look on your face. “Seriously? They’re in here all the time and you haven’t had the single most important conversation possible?”

“That all seems really stupid after you almost die.” You mumble under your breath, but she can hear you either way.

“Yeah, ok. I get it.” She shows her hands trying to admit defeat. “But it’s how you feel. And once you recover, things like that can happen again if you don’t let them know how it affects you.”

“Aunt Kelly said I need therapy… Does she know you say things like that to me?” You try to say it as a joke, but Jamie knows you better than you know yourself, so she’s aware you’re just trying to deflect your feelings.

“Listen, I’ve known you my whole life. You’re funny, smart and powerful.” She sits back on the bed and holds your hand. “There’s no one like you. Really. Aunt Kara is powerful, but she’s not smart like you. Aunt Lena is smart, but she doesn’t have powers. You have both. And to top it all up, you’re a genuinely good person.”

“What do you want? Money?” You raise an eyebrow at her and she breaths deep.

“See, this is what I’m talking about. You can’t even take compliments!” Jamie rolls her eyes. “You literally saved National City from destruction while our parents were frozen in time, and when everyone started applauding, you ran away from it! Why is it so hard for you to accept appreciation?”

“It’s not!” You defend yourself, but you can see her face of disbelief. “Well, you said it yourself, I had to. It was up to me. I had to save everyone.”

“No, you hadn’t! I was just trying to make you overcome your fears. If you didn’t exist, I’m sure Superman or like, the entire Justice League, would've shown up and done something about that.” You furrow your brows thinking about it. “But they didn’t have to, because Superkid was there to save the day. And Superkid was there to save her mom from being killed, and you, dipshit, created a mind reader, just because I went like ‘ok make me a mind reader’. I mean, who does that?”

You don’t answer, you just keep looking at her, waiting for her to get to the point. Which you kind of already know what it is.

“I think, and I’m not a therapist so I might be wrong, but-” Jamie holds your hand again and smiles at you tenderly. “You keep underselling yourself, because you’re afraid your moms are not going to be impressed by anything that you do.”

“I-I am-WHAT?”

“You put them on this pedestal and you look at them like they’re some goddesses who are never wrong, and you feel you can never be wrong so you can be a part of this family. But I have to tell you, little Danvers, they’re not perfect. And you… You have to stop trying to be.”

“Um…” You don’t even have words to what she just told you. Is she right? Did Jamie just read you perfectly?

“Well, anyways, I brought your homework.”

She drops the subject just like that, and takes both of you guys homework from her backpack, so you could do that instead.

“You know what’s not fair? You haven’t been to class in almost a month, and your grades are still better than mine.” She fakes complain and you roll your eyes at her. “Mom said you can go back to school when you want to. You can use a leg cast or something.”

“I don’t have to go to school, I already have better grades than you.” You joke and she sticks her tongue out at you.

Jamie spends the afternoon with you, and when she leaves Lena takes her place next to you, so you’re never alone.

“Did you manage to get any work done today?” You ask when she sits next to you. She pulls you to lay your head on her lap.

“Eh, who cares about that?” Lena says, while stroking your hair. “What I care about is that you didn’t eat enough today. You didn’t have breakfast, you barely touched your sandwich at lunch, and I saw that Jamie had to force you to eat your snack. So, what do you want me to make for you to eat, baby?”

“I’m ok.” You say and you hear a loud sigh in response. “Really, mom, you don’t have to worry.”

“Oh baby, all a mom does is worry.” She smiles and strokes your cheek. “Especially when her little monster stops eating.”

You smile at her, and close your eyes, getting comfortable enough to sleep. But you can’t, because Jamie’s words are in the back of your mind, and god dammit, she was right!

“Is, um, momma on a Supergirl call?” You ask, and your answer is Kara poking her head on your room.

“Nope. Why? Do you miss me already?” Kara says with a playful smile and she sits on your bed too. “Or do you want to talk to us about that thing Jamie was talking to you earlier?”

“Eavesdropping much?” You joke and Kara smiles at you. “It’s nothing. It’s old news.”

“Well, I would still like to talk about it.” Lena says and she helps you sit on your bed so you can look at them. “You were right baby. The reason why what you said hurt us so badly, it’s because you were right. We made a promise, and we should’ve kept it. I don’t want you to think that my job is more important than you. It is not. Nothing is.”

“Yeah.” Kara scootches over and wipes your tears. “CatCo, Supergirl, all of it, it’s just a job. This family is way more important than any of that. You know that, right?”

“I know it. I just don’t feel it sometimes.” You shrug, and you feel Lena kissing your temple, and Kara kissing your forehead at the same time.

“It’s our fault. And we’re going to work very hard to get better at that, ok?” Lena says and you agree with your head.

“But baby, you have to tell us how you feel. You can’t keep saying it doesn’t matter to you, when it’s hurting you so badly. We need to know, so we can do better.” Kara holds your hand and you breathe deep. Guess it’s time to say how you feel.

“It’s just… Everyone in school hates me. When I’m up there, after winning something, there’s no one in the crowd, besides Jamie, looking happy or proud of me.” You’re crying a little, but your moms are crying hard. “I guess I just wanted to see someone looking happy for me.”

There’re a few minutes of loud sobs, desperate noises and your moms repeating ‘we’re so sorry’ over and over again, until any of you can make up a complete sentence again.

“Baby, we’re sorry we never saw things like that. You just kept saying it wasn’t a big deal, and I guess we convinced ourselves of it because it was easier.” Lena is the first one to recover, wiping her tears on Kara’s shirt.

“We don’t want you to feel that you winning something, it's not important, no matter how small you think it is.” Kara squeezes your knee, reassuringly. “Everything you do is important to us. All your inventions make me so proud. I keep wishing that I was smart like you, just to create something out of thin air.”

“And your powers? And you saving me over and over again? You’re just a kid and you saved my life so many times it’s unbelievable.” Lena completes and you give her a little smile.

“We are so proud of you and everything that you accomplish, little one.” Kara cups your face and looks in your eyes. “So proud.”

“It’s nothing compared to what you two do.” You shrug, dismissive.

“Baby, you’re sixteen! You can’t compare a sixteen-year-old life to a forty-six.”

“Or seventy.” You say as a joke and Kara laughs tickling your waist.

“Prankster.” She smiles and, for the first time in a while, you smile too. A real one. “Besides, at sixteen I was in school getting passable grades and not saving a single soul. I didn’t even use my powers at your age! So, you’re better already.”

“I was in college, but I have to tell you, I was inventing way less important things than you’re right now.” Lena adds. “You don’t have to undersell your achievements. Because no matter what it is, we’re always very proud of you.”

It’s the first time you thought about it that way. You always thought that you saving two or three people, defeating one or two bad guys was literally nothing. And compared to your momma’s numbers it is nothing. But she has so many years in this superhero life, and you literally just started. People are just now knowing your name. It was not long ago when you got your first super suit. So, it’s not fair to yourself comparing your achievements to Kara’s.

And the same goes to Lena’s inventions. She obviously made the world a better place with all the things she created, and all the projects she supported with L Corp’s money. You haven’t even had the courage to put any of your inventions to mass production yet, so you can’t compare to them or you will never be satisfied with yourself.

Besides, they might be living pretty impressive lives, but you know they’re not perfect. There were some people Kara weren’t able to save, and there were breakthroughs Lena never had. They are amazing parents, but they’re not perfect, and it doesn’t matter, because you love them either way. And they will love you if you’re not perfect too.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Kara asks when you don’t talk for a while.

“That I have the best moms in the world.” You smile and they hug you at the same time. “No one can’t be perfect all the time. Not even the big Kara Zor-El or the great Lena Kieran Luthor.” You say, making her chuckle. “But you two come pretty damn close to it.”

“Yeah. No one is perfect, and we shouldn’t try to be.” Kara squeezes your face between her hands. “Being yourself is more than enough.”

“Oh, yes. You are more than we could ever have dreamed of, babygirl.” Lena adds and your heart almost jumps in your chest out of happiness.

“I’m glad you two are feeling like this, because I need a ride to the bathroom.” You look at Kara raising both of your eyebrows at the same time, and she picks you up immediately. “And mom? I think I can eat now.”

“I’ll order everything!” Lena gets up from the bed right away and you smile at them.

Yeah, they’re not perfect, but who needs perfection when they’re this awesome?

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