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"Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted" -any location

Going back to visit the High School AU.

Location: Library

You can find part one: here.

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It didn't take Matt long to realize he and Sylvie had the same free period. She typically spent hers in the library either getting a head start on homework or studying for her next class. Like him, her grades were important to her. For different reasons, he's sure, but it didn't really matter why. It only mattered that they had that in common.

And that it meant he knew he would always have at least a half hour of one on one time with her every day.

He's leaving his AP English class, after an impassioned lesson from Mr. McHolland. Matt never really enjoyed reading, especially not fiction, but when Mr. McHolland teaches it he has to admit he can see the appeal.

Normally, he can zip out of English and make it to the library before Sylvie, but today Dawson decides to get in his way.

"We should probably figure out when we're gonna work on our group project," she says, crossing in front of him and planting her feet.

He skids to a stop, just short of running her over. "Don't you need to leave for City College so you can make your next class?"

Gabby is dual enrolled at City College in an effort to get her freshman humanities courses out of the way. He admires her drive. Like many of his friends, college is only option if you work exceptionally hard. For Gabby that means reducing the amount of years she'll need to be in college to earn a degree. For him, it means needing scholarships.

"The professor cancelled class today," she says, shrugging. "Besides, my early college courses aren't gonna matter if we don't nail our Senior Project. It's twenty-five percent of our grade."

"We have the whole semester, Gabby. We have plenty of time. I've gotta go, I'm running late."

She smirks and lifts a brow at him. "Isn't this your free period? What are you running late for, exactly?"

He winces. He really tried to keep his interest in Sylvie away from Gabby. He knows he's no good at being subtle. He can't hide it, but he can avoid talking about it with her. He knows Gabby still has a thing for him almost a year after they broke up. If he's honest, until Sylvie, he always assumed he and Gabby would get back together eventually. But now...

Well, the new girl changed everything.

"How much do you know about her, really?" Gabby asks, seeing straight through his hesitance to answer her question. "I've seen her around talking with that Junior on the football team -- Grainger? And at lunch yesterday that Sheffield Kid came up to our table to talk to her about joining Key Club. She's got plenty of options. How do you know she's not one of those people that just likes to flirt? The farm girl act is cute and all, but that doesn't mean she's the right fit for you. I mean, I like her. I do, but how sweet and innocent can she be, really? She might have left a trail of broken hearts between here and Indiana, for all we know."

He can't tell if Gabby's jealous or genuinely looking out for him. She seems to get a long well with Sylvie. She and Shay have welcomed her into their group. But her speech reminds him of all the reasons they broke up. Gabby cares about the people around her. She's very protective. But she can also get wrapped up in her own interests and dive so far down into self involvement that she becomes petty and vindictive. She seemed to be that way with him when they were dating more-so than anyone else they knew. He loves her as a friend. She's been by his side through a lot of tough times. But, as a couple, they bring out the worst in each other. That's the last thing he needs right now.

"That's kind of the point, isn't it?"

"The point of what?" She asks.

"Of getting to know her. That's all I'm doing right now, Dawson. So far, I really like what I've seen and I'm excited to learn more. That's enough for now."

"For now?"

"Yes, for now." Because he's almost certain he's going to ask Sylvie to be his date to the homecoming dance. Which he needs to do sooner rather than later considering, as Gabby mentioned, he has plenty of competition.

"Do what you think is best, I guess," Gabby tells him, her tone flat and hard.

"Gee, thanks for your permission," he snaps, shaking his head as he side steps her and leaves her standing alone in the hallway. "I'll see you for our stats class at three."

By the time he reaches the library Sylvie's deep into her history homework, making notes out of a resource book for a paper that's due at the end of the week. She looks up and smiles at him as he approaches their usual table.

"I was about to send out a search party for you," she whispers as he sits down next to her. "You're never late for free period."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Got a little tied up after English." He gets out his stats book and notes, deciding to double check his homework before he turns it in later. He did it in a rush late last night.

"Everything okay?"

The concern on her face runs deep as if his potential problems are the most pressing issue in her world right now. Gabby was way off base in her assumptions about Sylvie. He doesn't know how he knows, he just does.

"Yeah, just Gabby being Gabby. No big deal."

She bites her bottom lip, apprehension suddenly shining in her baby blue eyes. "Ah, okay. So, are you and Gabby -- I don't know -- a thing, I guess?"

Does she think he would flirt with her so blatantly if he was still into Gabby? God, he hopes not. "No. Not anymore. I mean, we used to be, but we weren't good together. We're much better off as friends."

"Oh, right." Wincing while amusement overtakes her apprehension, she says, "does Gabby know that?"

He laughs at her sympathetic expression and shrugs. "I have no idea what Gabby thinks. Never did. She doesn't exactly put her cards on the table most of the time."

"I've noticed that," Sylvie replies. "I wonder why that is?"

He can tell her interest is earnest. She's wholeheartedly trying to fill in the puzzle that is Gabby Dawson, hoping she'll end up with a better understanding of why Dawson is the way that she is. "If you figure it out, let me know. I could never get to the bottom of it. Did I miss anything in the last few minutes?"

"No, not really. Just Grainger asking me to the Homecoming Dance." She shrugs as if that one sentence doesn't crush every bit of hope in his chest.

"Oh?" He asks, cursing inwardly as his voice pitches up an entire octave. Being outwardly disappointed won't help his case. It'll only hurt Sylvie's feelings.

"Yeah, but...I said no. He's a nice guy, for sure, but I don't feel like it would be fair to him to say yes. There's plenty of other girls who would be thrilled to go with him. I am not one of those."

He had to have heard her wrong or hallucinated or something. "You said no?"

She twists her watch band, looking away from him shyly as she nods. "I'm sort of holding out for someone else. It probably won't happen, but I don't think I could go with someone else and not feel like I was leading them on or something, you know?"

Dammit. Of course she already has someone else in mind. And he has a feeling he knows exactly who she's waiting on. But also her reasoning speaks exactly to Gabby's concerns, not that Matt ever doubted Sylvie in the first place. "I get it," he assures her. "So, who are you holding out for? Sheffield?"

Looking up and meeting his eyes again, she blushes. "No, not Kyle. He's okay, I guess. But I don't know him that well."

"Then who...who else is there?" He asks, confused.

"Oh my god," Sylvie says, rubbing a hand over her face with a grimace. "Am I really that bad at this?"

Ms. Platt, the no nonsense librarian, glares over at them from where she's leaning against the circulation desk. "Pipe down over there, will ya?"

Sylvie's eyes widen and she immediately returns to her notes. "Sorry, Ms. Platt."

"No," Matt whispers, leaning closer to her. "Wait. We're not done with this topic yet. Who else is there, Sylvie?"

"Matt," she pleads, face red with embarrassment. "Just drop it, please. Pretend I never said anything."

The blushing, the embarrassment, the hesitant way she looked away from him earlier...

"Holy shit."

"Matthew Casey," Platt huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't make me send you to Grissom's office. I'll do it."

He winces and holds his hands up in surrender. "No more outbursts. I promise."

"If you're gonna curse, whisper at least. My god," Platt mutters, forcefully unloading books from a nearby cart.

When he looks back over at Sylvie, she's slid down in her seat and hidden her face behind her book. He cranes up to look up and over the book and notices her face is somehow an even deeper shade of red.

"You meant me," he whispers, sliding his chair over to hers to joining her in her hiding spot.

"Forget it," she urges him, speaking softly. "I thought--I thought you knew that I was -- or that you were flirting back with -- but clearly I was wrong."

He ignores the fact that she didn't finish a single sentence. To him, her meaning was clear. "No, I don't want to forget it. Sylvie, I have been flirting with you. I'm not very subtle. Never have been. I'm positive you read everything accurately. But I thought maybe you were just being nice or polite and then Gabby mentioned she'd seen you talking to Grainger and Sheffield so I just--"

"You assumed instead of asking me?"

He nods, running a hand through his hair while meeting her eyes with a sheepish expression. "Yeah, I kinda did."

"Well, if it helps," Sylvie supplies, leaning so close her forehead brushes against his. "Nothing's changed. I'm still waiting to be asked to the dance by a particular person."

He beams at her, so wide his cheeks begin to hurt. This is his moment. Before he even begins to ask, her face transforms into one as joyful as his. He's sure they look like idiots -- huddled behind a shared book and grinning like creeps -- but he can't help himself.

He really likes this girl.

"Sylvie Brett, will you go to Homecoming with me?"

"Why, Matt Casey, there's no one else I'd rather go with than you."

"Took you long enough," Platt mutters as she snatches the book out of Sylvie's hands. "If you're not gonna read this, then I'm putting it back. It's a shared reference book. Not an invisibility shield."

"Sorry, Ms. Platt," Sylvie replies, barely stifling an elated giggle.

Platt rolls her eyes and meanders by them to reach the reference section. As she passes them she murmurs, "you're a terrible liar."

"You wanna get out of here?" Matt asks, eying Platt warily. "We should make official plans without an audience."

Sylvie finally releases her giggle and the tinkling sounds causes a weird fluttery sensation in his chest. God, she's so damn cute. How is she this cute?

"Sure, the choir room should be empty right about now. Is that okay?"

"Sounds perfect."

[kim-ruzek]

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[roberttchase]

Brettsey + right as rain: [character] says they’re fine right before collapsing. 🙂

Ahh! Okay, as someone who suffers from every day low blood sugar, as well as common fainting, I feel like this fic should be pretty accurate lol. I was originally going to do Matt passing out in 9x9 but decide to do something a little more original. Hope everyone enjoys!

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She's usually good about eating, especially during shift. Even if it's hard to get a real meal in, Sylvie carries protein bars. She makes sure to have some kind of little pick me up in her jacket or up front in the ambo. Except today has been a lot- over nine calls, and while not all of them have been bad or made them actually have to transport a patient, its been non stop.

They haven't been back to the firehouse since they left around nine for their first call, and with it nearing almost eight at night, both women are exhausted. They had tried, of course, to get food. It wasn't like they were avoiding it. But twice, when they'd been in line to order lunch somewhere, dispatch had come over the radio and they'd been forced to leave without anything to show for their pitstop.

Pulling back onto the apparatus floor, Sylvie looks at Violet and has the urge to start laughing. Today has been one of the busiest in a long time. Sure they'll do as many runs as they have on any given shift, but not back to back like this. The PIC can tell her partners exhausted too, and so she offers a smile.

"Ready for food and sleep?"

"I'm just ready for shift to be over. And yet we have almost twelve hours left." The groan that comes out of Violet conveys just how Sylvie feels.

Hopping out of the ambo, the blonde pauses when the world tilts, dizziness slamming into her. Blinking hard, she forces herself to get through the spell, but she feels foggy even after it ends, jittery and shaky. Violets already halfway across the app floor by the time Sylvie actually starts to move. As she walks past the squad table, she nods when they wave and fully intends on making it inside, but Cruz stops her.

"Sylvie! Hey, I have a question to ask you."

Something flares up inside her, annoyance coursing through her veins. She's not sure where it's come from, or why she feels the need to be rude to one of her closest friends, but it's like she can't even remember how to talk normally.

"Joe, I'm really not in the mood right now." She doesn't look back, doesn't see the furrowed brow on every firefighters face. Doesn't hear Severide's 'damn, what'd you do to her?'.

The edgy, annoying feeling doesn't leave, if anything it intensifies, and Sylvie feels like a live wire. Her whole body feels like it needs to be moving, as if she's had ten espresso shots. Walking into the common room, she looks around. Truck and Engine are all there, eating and laughing, talking at a volume that grates on Sylvie, makes her head give a warning throb. Skin prickling, the paramedic moves past the table; past her friends and past her boyfriend, and goes instead to the cabinet to find something to eat. Nothing sounds good.

Another wave of dizziness hits her as Kidd walks up to rinse her plate.

"Girl, you have been busy today. We saved you some food."

The words sound far off and garbled, and all Sylvie wants to do is leave. Everything feels too much, too overwhelming. She doesn't notice Kidd frown or move her hand until she feels pressure on her shoulder.

"Brett, you okay?"

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Matt's in the middle of taking a bite of the lasagna that Gallo and Ritter have made, when he hears Kidd's voice from behind him. The sudden worry in her tone makes the Captain look up and turn his head. The sight makes him stand up before he registers what he's doing.

"Sylvie?"

"I'm fine..."

The PIC is pale, much more than she usually is, and she looks zoned out. Matt makes his way quickly to her, and in that moment he watches her skin change from porcelain pale to a chalky grey. He knows exactly what that means. The blonde crumples slightly and then pitches forward, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Matt manages just barely to lunge forward and grab her.

"Herrmann, go get Boden! Makami, grab the jump bag," the firefighter orders, not even fully aware of what he's saying. He and Stella get Sylvie down to the ground gently, laying her on her back and pushing her knees up, allowing for better circulation to her brain.

"What's going on?"

Matt looks up at Boden, then shakes his head.

"One second she was standing there, and she was a little out of it, and then she was passing out," Stella supplies, while Matt feels her forehead. No fever. Makami gets back in the room along with all of squad.

"I'm going to check her blood sugar, we didn't get a chance to eat..." the dark haired woman says, taking the blood glucose monitor out and prepping it.

As she does, a small noise resounds from the paramedic on the ground, and Matt pushes hair away from her face.

"Syl? Sylvie, are you awake?"

When no real answer comes, Matt looks at Violet, heart racing. "What's taking so long?!"

"Captain." Bodens voice makes Matt look back down at Sylvie, knowing he shouldn't be behaving like this. But it's Sylvie, and he needs her to be ok.

While Violet pricks Sylvie's finger, the woman stirs again, this time opening her eyes.

"Hey, don't talk, you're in the firehouse. You passed out," Matt keeps his voice soft and quiet, not wanting to disorient her more. Sylvie swallows convulsively, and Matt can tell she's nauseous.

"Her blood sugar's bottomed out, we need candy or juice," Violet announces, making both Kidd and Mouch move instantaneously. Moments later Matt's helping her sit up and choke down orange juice. After a cup of that, plus a pixie stick, Sylvie starts regaining color to her face.

Matt can't help but press a quick kiss to her forehead. "You scared me, sunshine."

"S-Sorry....scared myself too."

When it seems she's going to be okay, Matt helps Sylvie up and takes her to his office, his own body shaking slightly. He's grateful Boden had commented about taking 61 out of service, if he hadn't, Matt would be arguing right now while letting Kidd take care of his girlfriend. Sliding her onto his bunk, he presses another kiss to her, but this time catches her lips in his. It's quick and sweet.

"Get some rest Syl. I'm going to bring you a plate of dinner, and then you're going to nap. No arguments." The last two words he says in his Captain voice, which earns a small, tired smile from the woman in front of him.

"Yes sir."

[fighterkimburgess]

Chicago Fire

my all-time ultimate fave character: Honestly? Mouch. I love him so, so much.

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: Severide. I just wasn't a huge fan of his at the start.

a character I used to like but now don’t: G*bby

a character I’m indifferent about: I mean, I kinda love them all tbh.

a character who deserved better: Chili. She deserved so much better.

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: Have you met me? I think I love them all tbh. Someone reminded me Brettonio exists and uuuggghhh.

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: Brettsey. Them being together is so perfect and I love it.

a cute, low-key ship: Plouch, the Bodens or the Herrmanns. Their relationships are so real, they don't shy away from the hard stuff.

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: Peter Mills and Gabby Dawson. I wish they were together, they could have been so perfect.

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: Sylvie/the Chaplain. Nope. Never ever ever. I wish.

my favourite storyline/moment: Kinda a weird one - battle of the badges for the Plouch wedding. It was so good, it was like a bottle episode but I loved it so much.

a storyline that never should have been written: The entire Louie arc. It feels like it was only written to get that couple married.

my first thoughts on the show: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT GUYS EYES (My first episode was 8x20)

my thoughts now: IF CAPP IS DEAD I'M GONNA RIOT (somehow he's become one of my faves)

[tabbytabbytabby]

I've just reread your Chicago Fire and Brettsey fanfictions, and they are amazing. You are an amazing writer

Do you think you will write more for Brettsey in the future?

🙂🙂

Ahh thank you so much! That means a lot 💜💜 I do have a couple Brettsey fics in my docs that I've been meaning to write. So hopefully I can have one of them done soon 😊

[deanstead]

General 9 for Matt Casey and reader family

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Word Count: 291

Prompt: Are they dead?

Warnings: mentions of injuries

A/N: This could have been interpreted in a few ways but this was what hit me so I went with it, hope it isn’t too far from what you wanted!

MATT CASEY MASTERLIST

“Are they dead?”

The three words had been clanging in his head ever since he’d gotten the call from the hospital - when he’d been talking to Boden, when they’d taken everyone off service for a bit, as Kelly stood next to him in the waiting room, casting glances at him.

So those were the first words out of his mouth when Will came out into the waiting room.

Kelly shot him a worried glance before he looked back at Will.

“Matt, they’re okay.” Will paused, as he watched the expression on Matt’s face change. “Y/N has a few fractured ribs and a punctured lung but they’re all okay.”

Matt took a shaky breath, just glad his worst fear hadn’t come true. “Come on, I’ll take you to them.”

Matt glanced at Kelly, who nodded and followed him through while everyone else waited.

“Daddy!” The twins catapulted their way into his arms the moment they saw him and Matt just held them close, before his eyes flicked to you.

Kelly patted his shoulder. “I’ll take them.”

“Hey guys, how about we go get some snacks?” Kelly asked, the twins glancing at their father who nodded before they ran towards Kelly.

You were smiling by the time Matt made it to your bedside.

“Matt, I’m okay.” You whispered. “Just a little sore but Connor said it’s to be expected.”

Matt sighed, leaning closer towards you, putting a hand gently at the top of your head. “When I got the call, I thought…”

“We’re fine.” You reassured again, knowing just by the look in his eyes that he’d been really scared.

Matt pressed a kiss to your forehead as he closed his eyes, once again glad that his worst fears hadn’t come true.

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[slytherbun]

confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

[kellykidd]

In That Dress

Summary: The CFD Christmas Party is happening tonight, but Matt has other plans for him and his wife.

Notes: This is for @fighterkimburgess One Chicago Secret Santa, which I am giving to @everythingaddictxx! Happy holidays, I hope you enjoy!

Updated Notes: When I drafted this, it was supposed to go out on December 10th. It instead went to my drafts and got lost! I’m so sorry and I hope you had a happy holidays!

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“Matt? You ready?” Sylvie asked, stepping out of the bedroom, the skirt of her dress whisking behind her. Her stilettos clicking against the hardwood floors.

Matt stood up from the couch, adjusting the cuff of his suit jacket. “Wow. You look- that dress- wow.”

“I’ll take that as a good thing?”

“Oh you better. You look hot in that dress.”

“Thank you,” Sylvie replied, Matt’s gratitude streaming across her face.

Sylvie grabbed her clutch from the counter “we better get going. Our night on the town awaits!”

Matt leaned over and kissed Sylvie’s forehead “Why don’t we just stay here?”

“Matt we have to go. It’s the CFD Christmas party.”

“I just want stay here with you in that dress,” Matt whined.

“It’ll be fun!”

“It’ll be more fun being here with you.”

“Fine, but we’re going to Kelly and Stella’s tomorrow for their Christmas party.”

“Deal.”

“So what should we do first?”

Matt leaned over and swept Sylvie off her feet.

“The bedroom awaits.”

Sylvie threw her head back laughing as her husband ran to bedroom.

Kissing on the bed, Sylvie kicked her shoes off, one hitting the door, resulting in a loud slam.

—

Laying her head on his shoulder, Sylvie looked up at Matt. “I’m glad we didn’t go to the party.”

He leaned over to kiss her forehead, “Me too.”

[puff822]

New fix posted. Huge thank you to @everythingaddictxx who gave me the push I needed to get this thing wrote you were a HUGE help!!

[alittlextrathatway]

"I wish you would come back, wish I never hung up the phone like I did, and I wish you knew that I'll never forget you as long as I live" -any location.

And now for part 2 of the Hockey AU, which you can find here. Time for Sylvie's POV before running into Matt that night.

Location: Molly's

***

The guys have ESPN on at the bar tonight. The current discussion that she's tuning out is about the end of the current NHL seasons and the deals being made for the next season. Hockey talk is not her thing. Not anymore. Not for years.

It's been a rough three years. Honestly, she feels like she's been frozen in time for the last 36 months. When Matt left her world froze. Even when they were still together it was like time refused to move. They never got any closer to being in the same place at the same time. When they ended it, she was shattered. But she assumed eventually, she would feel relieved and move on.

Relief never came.

Instead, she reentered the dating world and began a vicious cycle of casual almost-serious relationships that ended when the guy wanted more from her than she was capable of giving. She wanted to commit, she did. Her whole life she dreamed of having the kind of love her parents did. But none of those guys inspired any sort of spark and certainly not the same kind of spark she had with Matt.

Ugh, there it is again. The reason she can't move forward.

Matt Casey, an NHL player currently playing for the Vegas Golden Knights who was traded three years ago. She hasn't seen him since her last visit to Vegas two and a half years ago, not in person anyway.

She glances down at her phone on the bar top, resting next to her glass of red wine. It's not her first glass, but it should be her last. She knows she's too far gone when she starts debating calling him. It happens every time she's buzzed. She wonders what he's up to. Did he have an easier time moving on than she did? Probably. He probably met a ridiculously sexy puck bunny and built a life of Vegas style excess with her in some mansion near a golf course.

Guilt consumes her. No, that doesn't sound like Matt. He hates excess. His place was always minimalist to the extreme and he spent most of his extra income on other people. Living in Vegas won't change the fabric of who she knows him to be. He's the best person she's ever known, always will be.

Does he know she feels that way? Does he think she hates him? Or maybe he hates her? It wasn't his idea to break up, after all. It was hers.

Maybe she should call him and tell him.

Her hand slides toward the phone, intent on searching out his contact, but she pauses as a cheer goes up all around the bar.

"Fuck, yeah!" Severide exclaims, with his eyes on the television in the corner.

Her brow furrows at him with a silent question. Severide is also a professional hockey player, but for the Blackhawks. She and Matt introduced him to Stella Kidd, a firefighter at Sylvie's firehouse and her best friend, years ago. He's been a regular at Molly's despite not being a firefighter, cop, or doctor ever since. Especially now that he and Kidd are engaged. Kelly and Matt came up in the league together. They were friends long before Sylvie came into Matt's life and, as far as she knows, they're as close as ever.

He winces and then mutters an apology to her, pointing at the ESPN broadcast with his beer bottle. "You might wanna see this."

She turns on her stool to see Matt's solemn face. It's a picture of him on game day, headed into the arena before changing into his uniform. He looks dressed to impressed in an expensive suit, with his hair combed back. When she knew him he kept his hair short, but she has to admit his longer hair looks fluffy and soft and suits him. Her fingers flex and then tighten as she shoves down the urge to touch it.

God, she misses him. An unbearable amount.

After taking in his photo, she reads the headline on the screen.

Chicago's Prodigal Son Returns: Matt Casey traded back to Chicago after three years with Vegas.

Oh. Oh fuck. It seems all her years of wishes are finally paying off.

Matt Casey's coming home.

He won't call her. She knows he won't. Years ago, she asked for space and he's been letting her have it ever since. But, for some reason, as much as she's wanted him to come home she can't bring herself to reach out to him first.

She's afraid he resents her or that he's moved on. For now, she would rather not have the answers to those questions. She couldn't handle it if either answer is yes. At the moment, knowing they'll exist in the same place again is breathtaking enough.

Figuring out what to say when she sees him again is Future Sylvie's problem. Current Sylvie plans on getting drunk and asking Foster for a ride home.

[kim-ruzek]

Kim Burgess

Why I like them

Because she's strong and badass and so good and determined and passionate!!!! And she's pretty.

Why I don’t

JUST TALK, GODDAMNIT IT. Like her inability to talk is so frustrating.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

This is such a hard question, but I've got to say 7x8, no regrets. I've rewatched that so much and ugh. Just everything about it, how Kim is, her desperation to find Henry and the parallels of her own life.

Favorite season/movie

Season seven!!!! Closely tied with season eight!!!

Favorite line

So many good ones, so many that lives rent free in my mind. But I'm burzek trash so:

"You are a good guy. Come on, that's why I love you."

Favorite outfit

In season six she had some really good looks, but it's always gonna be what she's wearing in Molly's, her first day of intelligence when Kev's briefly not there.

OTP

Burzek!!!

Brotp

Burgwater!!!

Head Canon

I have so many head canons about her, but my favourite: Sylvie and her are best friends.

Unpopular opinion

I don't think I have any unpopular opinions about her? So I'll say something in relation to her that I think might be unpopular-- she's the character I most want more detail and exploration of her background and past. Other than Kevin, of course, because he deserves and needs it even more.

A wish

For her and Adam to finally, FINALLY, get together.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

The thing I have banned Cíara from doing (the worse thing ever). And this Theory I have in my head about what they're gonna do Which I really don't want them to do.

5 words to best describe them

Badass, caring, strong, attentive and clever

My nickname for them

Oblivious dummy. Like pls, Kim, get lessons on how to communicate.

[farfarawaygirl]

What storylines or backstories would you like Chicago Fire & PD to explore in upcoming seasons?

Or are there any storylines you would like them to go back to?

Hello @everythingaddictxx for the ask!

I want Fire to go back and touch on Andy Darden and his boys! Heather did nothing for me or the plot, but I want Ben and Griffin to pop back up.

I want to learn more about Sylvie’s family.

I hope they keep Hanako around because she is great with Kara, and makes for a more diverse cast!

I hope we get a good amount of Cruz and Chloe and baby Otis!

I’d like to see more of domestic, home life for The whole crew!

Give me Gallo being adopted by Sylvie and Matt!

Take me out on the lake in Boden’s boat!

Bring more women into the house!

Keep Kylie around!

Grow Girls on Fire!

Never mention Gabby again.

[fighterkimburgess]

Home

Summary: Sylvie's thoughts on her way home after Matt's confession. (AKA - Cíara’s brain needs to switch off but CAN’T)

Words: 662

Warnings: None, basically pure fluff and introspection.

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She watched Matt go back into Molly’s, her eyes filling with tears. The last week had been a rollercoaster of emotions. From things ending with Greg, to actually having a conversation with Matt that was going somewhere, to Gabby calling.

She should have been happy Gabby was in touch about Mouch. She should have been excited to get a phone call with her best friend. But Gabby wasn’t her best friend anymore. She hadn’t even responded to Sylvie’s email about her engagement, or the end of that engagement.

And she was helping Joe, and stress baking, and giving way too many baked goods to everyone at 51. And Violet had mentioned there was something between her and Matt.

She’d tried to put it behind her. She was trying to get Matt out of her head. Get him away from her heart, and maybe she’d be able to move on and find someone available and there for her. But she wanted Matt. She was in love with Matthew Casey, and the truth she’d known for so long was plain in her life. She loved him.

Her Lyft pulled up, and Sylvie checked the license plate before getting in. It was quiet on the way to her apartment, and the thoughts kept running through her mind.

Matthew Casey loves Sylvie Brett.

She thought he was coming to tell her Gabby was coming back. Or he was moving to Puerto Rico. That island had taken everyone she’d ever loved it felt like. Her best friend, the man she thought she’d have a long lasting relationship with, the man she was hopelessly in love with. But he wasn’t in love with Gabby. She was his past. He’d said it.

She nearly didn’t realise she’d arrived at the apartment, going up the stairs in a daze and unlocking her door. She had thirty three hours until she was back in work, and she needed to think. She needed to work out what she was going to do. What she was going to say. How could she tell Matt she felt the same way? That she wanted to kiss him? That when she went asleep she dreamed about kissing him again and again, because that moment when he kissed her back was the last time she’d felt truly happy.

Her landline - and why the hell she still had one she didn’t know - was blinking, and she hit the button for the answering machine.

“Hey Brett…this is weird. I guess you’re out with everyone at Molly’s for Mouch. Matt told me. About the kiss, about you sending him away, all of it. He deserves to be happy. God knows we didn’t make each other happy. It was too hard for us to do it. We should have stopped long before. If he makes you happy, go for it. There’s no hard feelings. Antonio told me to say hi.”

She played the message back twice, three times. What was she waiting for? Why was she even still there? He said he loved her. Gabby told her to go for it. It just made sense.

But she was sitting on her couch, staring at her phone. She’d tried calling Stella, who wasn’t answering. Sylvie figured she and Kelly were celebrating getting through that window and making it out. Joe was at home with Chloe preparing for the baby. Her entire life had ended up being surrounded by CFD, and it was all she knew. It’d be nearly sad if they didn’t spend so much time together.

She sat down, staring at the lemon wallpaper she’d picked out when she’d moved into this apartment. Matt Casey loves her. It was like a warm fuzzy feeling spreading down her chest every time she thought the words. She’d made out with him on this couch. He loves her. She loves him. She’s going to get to make out with him again. And next time there wasn’t going to be any second guessing anything.

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[stellakiddd]

Tagged by @sylviesunshine. This was so hard 😂 but fun 💞

enemies to lovers or friends to lovers // coffee shop au or flower shop au // hurt/comfort or there was only one bed // found family or partners in crime // canon compliant or canon divergent // domesticity or pwp // fluff or angst with a happy ending // misunderstandings or major character death // 1st person pov or 3rd person pov // soulmates or forbidden love // roommates or fake dating // slow burn or meet-cute // love triangle or polyamorous relationship // secret relationship or unrequited love // royalty au or magic au // high school/college au or neighbours au // mutual pining or idiots to (idiots) lovers

Tagging @sweetheartslane @everythingaddictxx

& @ianthej-blog

[roselarkiin]

Behind The Scene Fic Asks

Fic: cause when I'm with you I can't control myself

1, 7, 8, 9, 11, 12, 15, 16,

17, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 25, 26

Behind-the-Scenes Fic Asks

1. How long did it take you to write this fic?

Too damn long!😂 I started plotting this fic in July, I think. Finally started writing posted the first chapter in August, after I thought I would be able to keep my writing speed and then life happened and I didn't get it finished until December. Oops!

7. What inspired the idea for the plot?

The scene in 9x12 where Grainger saw that Matt was the one calling Sylvie and well, what if he didn't see?

8. What inspired the title for this fic? Is that usually how you choose titles?

song lyrics from I Can't Control Myself by Ramones. All of my CF fics are song titles because I am not good at picking titles.

9. Was there anything from canon that you pulled for this fic?

Pretty much everything from 9x12-9x15

11. Was there a scene that you hadn't originally planned to include? Why did you decide to fit it in?

This fic? No. I pretty much stuck to my outline for this one. I did cut a few things, but didn't add anything I didn't originally have planned.

12. Was there a scene you wished you could have included? Why didn't it fit in?

Not a whole scene, but I did forget to add something from my outline into the fic. it was a dialogue exchange between Sylvie/Greg in chapter 4. I don't know why, but for some reason I marked it as done on my outline and completely forgot to include it.

15. Was there anything you had to research for this fic? Do you usually do a lot of research?

I didn't do research for this fic. Other than watching 9x12-9x15 on repeat in the background. that counts as research, right? 😂

16. What was the easiest scene to write?

All of Kelly's scenes in chapter 4! I don't know why, but they flowed very easily.

17. What was the hardest scene to write?

The smut in chapter 3. I'm no good at writing smut, yet I keep doing this to myself! 🤦🏽‍♀️

19. Is this one of your personal favorite fics? Why or why not?

I'm going to say no. Not because I don't love it or I think the writing is bad or anything. I got my tumor diagnosis when I was in the middle of writing this fic and that's what ruined it for me.

20 & 21 I honestly can't think of anything for these questions. Sorry.

22. Does personal experience ever inspire your fics? What about this particular fic?

I can happily say, personal experience had no influence on this fic. I tend to include kids i my fics a lot. I work with kids. I have 14(soon to be 15) nieces and nephews. So other fics I've definitely used things my nieces and nephews have said.

23. Did you have a beta reader(s) for this fic? How did they help you during the writing process?

The wonderful @everythingaddictxx read the first half of chapter 4 and gave me some lovely feedback on it. 🥰 But I don't tend to use a beta.

25. Is there anything you would change now about this fic? Why or why not?

Probably include that exchange between Greg/Sylvie that I mentioned above!

26. Wild Card!

This was originally going to be a one shot. But when I realized it was going to be closer to 30k words I chaptered it because even I'm not that crazy.

[slytherbun]

forgotten - ii. confrontation

fmf pairing: jay halstead x reader x hailey upton

word count: 1.0k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx @shikshinkwon @blathannabeaga @anonymousreads @lolalee24 @vamp-army @wanniiieeee @theprincessbt @soph0864 @angel45-pop @stephanie708

note: this one was a long time coming. part 3 will be better, i swear. 😅

part 1 | part 3 coming soon.

You’ve been living in the new city for almost three months now when Hailey and Jay walked up the steps to your apartment, knowingly aware that you deserved better but they couldn’t help themselves.

After the Roy Walton case closed, they immediately requested a week off and now there they were ringing the doorbell to your new place.

With a glass of wine in hand you heard the ring of the doorbell echo through your apartment.

You checked through the blinds, and sighed before opening the door. Hailey was tugging the winter jacket close to her body and Jay’s hands were tucked into his jean pockets, a baseball cap sitting backwards on top of his buzzed haircut.

You immediately felt a chilled breeze come through the opening and after letting go of the door, with your free hand, you adjusted the blanket and raised a brow in their direction.

Jay took that as a queue to begin the conversation. “Hi, how’s work been at the new job?”

Hailey elbowed him and looked at you in the eyes. The color of them was always something that she loved. “I’m so sorry for the way we reacted. And neither of us have been entirely honest… Can we come in and explain?”

She looked sincere and you had been with them for almost three years so you couldn’t not accept an explanation. After all, you hadn’t received the closure you felt that you deserved.

“Sure.” Voicing with uncertainty, you opened the door wider and gestured for them to come inside.

Hailey walked through the door first hand in hand with Jay, pulling him inside with her and then paused to allow him a second to shut the door and flip the lock.

When Jay turned and glanced around, he was impressed with how you had filled the rooms within only a little over two and a half months. Especially being as you were a cop working impossible hours throughout the week.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” He commented in a sad, melancholy tone. Knowing that you were getting settled in all on your own was like a stab to his heart.

“Yeah, I got lucky with this place since it was last minute and all.” You shrugged and sipped your drink after sitting down on the couch. The plush throw was still laid around your shoulders as a comforting presence.

“So, what we’re about to tell you is all off-record. The night Kim was taken and attacked, I-I followed Voight and he was with Roy. I was able to salvage the situation but he reached for Voight’s gun. And since we hadn’t told anybody about our location, I had to shoot him as self defense and we couldn't do anything except hide his body—” Hailey admitted.

“—Geez Hails, are you okay?” You questioned after placing your glass down on the end table next to the couch.

Jay could see the concern in your eyes and wanted to reassure you. “She’s fine, b-i mean y/n. Long story short, the case was closed without a link to Intelligence.”

You nodded knowing that if they had reason to cover something like that, then it was a necessary life or death situation.

“So, Hailey was a prime suspect? Was the open case and targeting of her the reason for her panic attacks?” You asked, trying to analyze the situation with a glance towards Jay, genuine concern written all over your face.

“That's half of the reason. Well, the fact that I became a suspect and the constant questioning was a triggering reminder for me. I couldn’t sleep at night and I was suffering from flashbacks of that night. Imagining the blood on my hands was the worst.”

You nodded with understanding and quietly commented, “It’s not your fault.” She gave you a small smile and continued, “When you and Jay fell asleep, I stared at the ceiling until the sun came up and the alarm went off for work. It was awful.” She sighed and you frowned.

“And I knew because I confronted Voight after noticing how odd he was acting. It reminded me of the situation with Erin and Alvin. And so of course I inserted myself because it’s not fair for him to hide valuable information from the team. It could put us in danger and I didn’t want him to become reckless again. So I formed a plan with him to get rid of the FBI agent that was sniffing around to place blame.” Jay said with empathy and care.

You shimmied out of the blanket that was around your shoulders before getting up and grabbing your empty glass. Walking over to the small table by the winery collection cabinet, you poured another half glass of wine to gulp down.

You could see the concern in their eyes when you turned back around to face them.

But it wasn’t fair for them to be concerned about you when Hailey had gone through something life changing that would be stuck with her forever.

“I feel like a jerk now. You were struggling and I was just feeling left out.” You commented and looked down with guilt.

The pair stood up quickly and walked over to you. Jay wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you close into his side. “It’s not your fault, it’s ours because you didn’t know.”

Meanwhile, Hailey grabbed your hands and interlaced them to offer you some support. “And it’s no excuse either that we left you in the dark. I’m okay baby. I’m so sorry we left you in the dark but we were concerned for your safety. Jay and I wanted to protect you but I promise no more secrets okay?” She said and you soaked in her promising words with the glint of love in her eyes.

“No more secrets between the three of us,” Jay agreed then added. “And Voight told me that he will come to me from now on. Intelligence is okay now, we’re okay now sweet girl.” Jay spoke in a low whisper and gave you a big squeeze before wrapping his arms around your middle, readjusting so your back was leaning against his chest.

Hailey stood on the other side of you and kissed your cheek. “Will you come home now, please?” She questioned but you had a better idea in mind first.

With a smirk you glanced between the both of them before asking. “Wanna stay over tonight?”