Normally, sex isn't something Dennis can even afford to think about it—he's got too much work to do; working the pitt isn't for the weak, and he can't afford to fall behind or disappoint patients.
The consequences of this that yes, you could say he was a bit ... repressed, but everything comes with a cost, doesn't it? Dennis can't let something as animalistic as ... urges get in the way of everything he's worked towards.
So after all this justifying, he even surprises himself when he can't keep his hands off you. The second he has more time for a private life, the two of you are fucking until the sun comes up. He's putting everything he knows about the human body to use to please you; tongue plunged into your cunt, his sharp nose brushing against your clit, his strong, fervent thrusts are leaving you breathless and crying out (this isn't what you expected from sweet, demure dennis). He wants you riding his face, riding his cock. The sheets are sweaty and drenched with your juices and his, the room smells of pure sex. Dennis is relentless, passionate, fully willing to make up for all the time he compartmentalized his desires to stay focused on his career.
It doesn't stop when he's working, either. He's never been one to suffer from intrusive thoughts, but lately there's always an image of your mouth full of his cock or him fucking you from behind, a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet (because god forbid Trinity catches wind of your rendezvous).
And just when you think it's over and you fall asleep, you wake up to Dennis's face in the croak of your neck, leaving kisses over your skin, his fingers exploring your cunt.
"What's gotten into you?" you ask, surprised, pleased.
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Featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne
Dick Grayson
He is a little possessive but not in an upfront, aggressive sort of way. He’s subtle about it. Truthfully, he has all the trust in the world in you, and he doesn’t get insecure when other people flirt with you. You’re attractive and he knows that and loves to show that fact off whenever he can. That being said, he does have a small possessive streak, but it never comes out in aggressive shows of ownership. No glaring at anyone, no snide comments or huffing or jealous looks. Dick is just…calm and easy about it. His hand on your lower back as you walk beside him, or your hand in his. If he has to leave your side for anything he always presses a kiss to your cheek or your temple, smiling softly against your skin and giving you a flirty wink before walking off. “Be right back, sweetheart.” He’s a touchy sort of guy and that’s usually enough to ease any sort of possessive streak he has. An arm around your shoulders or waist. Coming up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his chin on your shoulder while you’re having a conversation with someone. Whispering a soft little joke in your ear, making you laugh and playfully swat him away. It’s just easy with him. There’s no jealousy or insecurity, just a soft, physical assurance that he’s yours and you’re his.
Jason Todd
He definitely has a possessive streak. He’s not against glaring at people who approach you in public or sliding his arm around you with a pointed look at whoever has your attention. He’s not overly aggressive about it, of course. Only if he can tell you’re uncomfortable and whoever it is isn’t taking any hints. He likes to keep you close; an arm around your waist or his hand on your hip whenever he can. He’ll only leave your side if he absolutely has to, and if he knows there’s eyes on you at that time he’ll kiss you senseless, uncaring about who’s gonna see. He leaves you flushed and a little breathless, a smug smirk on his lips as he makes direct eye contact with whoever thought they had a chance in hell with you. He’s not opposed to staking his claim in front of people, even if it means coming across as a little territorial and touchy. It’s not because he doesn’t trust you, it’s more so because he’s always a little worried you might decide you want someone better than him. And yeah, maybe he’ll suck a mark or two onto your neck that are just a bit too high to hide. You’ll huff at him and he’ll shrug, grinning smugly at you as he assures you that, “You look good with ‘em on you.”
Tim Drake
He doesn’t think he’s possessive until he starts dating you. But oh man, he is. He’s not subtle about it but he’s also not aggressive about it. It’s not really something he’s even consciously aware of half the time. Sometimes someone will approach you when you’re both out on a date or running errands together and start chatting you up and the second Tim clocks that this stranger is flirting with you, he locks in. His arm around you with a sweet, “Hey, baby, you ready to get going?” and then he makes a show of looking the stranger up and down, unimpressed. You can see that possessive look on his face a mile away, though, and you just chuckle softly and press a kiss to his cheek. Easy. Assuring. It soothes Tim a little bit, but he’s always a little hyper aware of any sets of eyes that might land on you for longer than he’d like for the rest of the day. He likes to hold your hand anytime you two go out together, and he’s always watching you from across the room at parties or galas or anything else that involves a big crowd. He just worries, really, because he knows how people can be and how sometimes kind rejections aren’t taken well, so he’s always keeping an eye on you when strangers approach you to shoot their shot. That being said, he absolutely kisses you with a ferocity he doesn’t usually possess when you’re finally alone. In his head he’s dragging a moan out of you for every set of eyes he counted on you and then doubling it just to remind you and himself exactly who you always go home with at the end of every day.
Duke Thomas
He’s not possessive at all, actually. He doesn’t mind when people approach you or flirt with you because he knows you’ll reject them and because he knows it's just life. Sometimes people flirt with your partner. It’s nothing to get in your head about when you have a healthy and strong relationship like the two of you do. He still lounges with an arm around your shoulders not because he’s staking a claim, but because you just fit so naturally there and he knows everyone else can see that. Anyone with eyes could see the way you only look at him like that, and how you always seek him out and slip your hand into his or sit in his lap at any chance you can. Duke probably doesn’t even really have a possessive bone in his body and its sort of the hottest thing about him; that easy confidence and trust. He doesn’t feel a need to glare or square up with anyone. He just waits until you come back to his side and he smiles, all warm and tender, as he presses a kiss to your lips with a soft, “Hey, baby.” An easy arm around you or a warm smile from across the room; it’s all easy for him.
Bruce Wayne
Bruce is absolutely possessive. He claims he isn’t but you both know he’s lying, and terribly at that. He’s a little classy about it, sure. He doesn’t make a spectacle of it, but when he catches sight of someone flirting you up at a gala, he’ll walk over with a charming grin, placing his hand on your hip with a cool and easy, “There you are, darling.” He’ll spare a glance over at whoever was talking to you, keeping that charming and easy smile as he inserts himself politely into whatever conversation you’ve been having. He knows how to play the game, of course, so he’s a pro at chasing away interested parties with nothing but charm and grace and, of course, that hand never leaving your waist. Public Bruce Wayne is all casual affection, just enough to get the point across. But in the privacy in the manor or even the Batcave, the fake charm is replaced by something nearing desperation. He needs to touch you. Needs to pull you into his lap or into his arms. Needs to kiss whatever part of you he can reach. Needs to let his hands roam over you just to remind himself you aren’t going anywhere. He likes to mark you up with hickies but he always makes sure they’re in places only he’ll get to see. It’s less collected grace when you’re alone. Just that pure, unfiltered desire and love and need he always has when you’re around. Like you’re his missing piece and he’ll fight all of Gotham to keep you.
Derek: "It's just- in the twelve years I've known you, you have never asked permission to say something."
Stiles: "Well, considering you're officially my boss now, I figured I'd try the whole 'politeness' thing."
Derek: "Stiles, you threw a slipper at me this morning, and I crashed your car when we were 17, I think we're past feigning politeness. And you've worked here since I started the company, I've always been your boss. You just refuse to acknowledge it."
Stiles: "...Fair"
[a pause]
Stiles: "Your employees- pack- aren't scared of you, you know?"
Derek: "What?"
Stiles: "They're not scared of you. It's actually the opposite. They respect you so much that they're terrified of disappointing you. And you're not making it easy for them."
Derek: "How do you mean?"
Stiles: "When was the last time you told them they were doing a good job? I mean, Isaac redesigned your entire website to fit what you wanted and you just grunted at him and gave him another task. The poor boy was exhausted."
Derek: "I don't grunt at people. And I did thank Isaac. You just weren't around to hear it."
Stiles: "Derek, you put a cookie on his desk and walked off."
You're catching up on a climactic romance K-drama episode when Xavier walks in at the worst moment. How will he react?
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You're watching your favorite kdrama. It's a climactic moment. Two would-be-lovers who've been pining are finally going on a date. You know its a juicy moment and you're glad Xavier isn't home while you sit squealing in delight, curled up on your couch.
And then you feel your heart catch when the door opens. He's home. At the worst possible moment.
The two leads are in the car together, and the male lead has it all, eye candy, a buttery voice, a hopeless smirk that would make any woman melt, and you can't take the way he looks at her. You secretly wonder if he might have a crush on his costar. How could he not? She was beautiful and meek and hilarious. You might've been weak in the knees in her presence. And there he was on the screen, looking at her like that? Can acting be that good? Either way, you're sucked in. And he's leaned over the female lead, strapping her in, saying something suave.
The footsteps behind you draw nearer. You feel a tap on your head and a groan behind you. Your response can't be helped.
"Xavier! Shhh!!"
"Oh, so you remember my name now?"
You are not going to respond to that.
He looks from you, to screen, then from the screen to you. And he cluelessly is making faces that you can feel but are glad you can't see. Vaguely you're aware he's moved around the couch somewhere to your closer vicinity. Maybe he even sat down. You wouldn't know, because meanwhile on the screen,
"DongChae.... aren't you supposed to be focusing on the road?" The female asks timidly while her hand has been wrapped in his while driving.
He smirks while driving and you feel weak. "Mina, we've wasted so much time. I'm making up for all the times I wanted to hold your hand. Can't I be a little reckless with you?"
It's a good line. You clutch your pillow while a grunt from the man beside you escapes him.
"But I won't let you worry," DongChae continued. "My love for you is patient. This seat beside me has been so empty without you in it."
This suave banter continues and they discuss some plot points that have been resolved. You're eating up every second. Until eventually you feel a heaviness plop on your arm that makes you look at its source. You're irritated to be pulled out of the moment.
"Xavier! This is the good part! I'm trying to watch! I don't want to hear any of your unnecessary commentary!" You already knew full well how he felt about all this. The eyes he gave you had no effect today.
Xavier doesn't pout, just looks pathetically stern. "Why. Do you want to be in the passenger seat next to him? This isn't as romantic as when we go out."
"Ugh," you reply while the pillow in your lap becomes useful cannon fodder to smack him lightly with. "Who wouldn't be? Besides! You don't drive anywhere. It's different!"
As soon as you say it you regret it.
You don't mean to come off that way if it sounds like that, but you know you struck a nerve. You've never actually had a problem with public transport, especially with him, when it feels so much safer. With him, it becomes your own safe space. You can be more carefree riding places with him, or even taking your twin hunters cycles places. But. You know it might've stung, so you look away while the characters on the screen come to a stop light.
Meanwhile, the pillow you'd tossed so adamantly at him now rests in his lap, and he stares at it blankly for a moment, then clears his throat. "Fine."
You brace for whatever you'll have to soothe and start mentally doing damage control, but what comes out throws you so off guard… you hardly know how to act.
"Please keep your seatbelt on, Miss. It's the law. Oh it's stuck? Allow me." Xavier leaned far over you and mimed strapping a seatbelt on and used the pillow as a makeshift wheel. "Don't worry, I'm driving the speed limit today. You'll be safe. Look, there's a cow straight ahead. Just there- Oh? It's a man. Never mind…"
Now you're not sure whether to be annoyed or amused. "Xavier! Right now!?"
"Careful, please don't distract me when I'm driving. Even if… it's impossible not to be distracted with someone so beautiful beside me."
You half-scoff, half laugh at his antics, and feel him take the remote control, pause the screen, and take your hand.
"I'm quite skilled, and we're going slow. I'll be able to hold your hand just fine."
You don't even know what to say next when you feel him let go and wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer. "Xavier, we're driving- you can't just-!"
"No, we're at a stop light. Which means, I can safely do this."
He takes your chin from the side and kisses you just for a moment and grins wickedly. "Most stop lights last exactly 30 seconds. So I have this much time to give you. And the rest of it…. is all yours when we reach our destination. Is that satisfactory….Miss?"
You turn pink as a the tip of a rutabaga, and give him a small shove. "What's gotten into you…"
But you'd be lying if he wasn't being so stupidly charming, you wished you were actually going somewhere with him in that moment. You feel his thumb doing circles in your shoulder, and the world stills while you give him a peck of your own and lean in.
"Ah, the light's green," he interrupts and hits play on the remote to resume where you left off. In fact, you notice he goes back a few moments to see where you missed. For a minute, a good minute, you can't focus while you're processing. There he has ruined a perfectly juicy episode…and created a new memory of your own.
"Ah. I forgot." You hear him start again, and you wonder what more he could possibly have.
He pulls you a little closer so you can hear him while he whispers,
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Fandom/Characters: Chicago Fire - Matt Casey x Fem!Reader, Sylvie Brett, Stella Kidd, Kelly Severide, Blake Gallo, Wallace Boden, Christopher Herrmann, Joe Cruz, Darren Ritter
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Summary: You and Matt Casey had been secretly dating for a while, and it had gone smoothly since you worked at different firehouses. However, you were offered a job at 51 which despite seeming like a great idea, only made everything complicated.
Warnings: hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, a bunch of fluff, pet names, mention of anxiety, protective matt, kissing, happy ending
a/n: my first fic!!!!! (on tumblr that is lol) i used to write a lot on another platforms but haven't written for fun in forever (other than for school, ew lol.) so i might be a bit rusty so just yk excuse that until i get back into my flow :) anyways i hope you guys like it <3
For the last three years, you've been working as a paramedic at Firehouse 20 alongside Violet Mikami. During that time, you've come to know Blake Gallo as a result of his on-and-off relationship with her. Although he's a great guy, what made him even greater is the person he introduced you to about a year ago— your boyfriend, Captain Matthew Casey of Firehouse 51.
Where could you possibly start? His mesmerizing, smile and his charming personality drew you in in an instant. You never realized how the occasional encounters, transformed into intimate late-night conversations. And before you knew it, those late-night talks grew into romantic dinners and memorable dates.
After months of both of you dancing around one another, he finally masked up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. Without a moment's hesitation, you instantly said yes.
Six months have passed since then. Both of you had mutually decided to keep it private for some time in order to prevent any interference with your jobs. The only individuals who had known were your respective Chiefs, just in case something happened.
Your Chief also knew you could handle a busier station such as 51. So, he had just offered you the vacant paramedic position that was left after Foster left for Med School.
Initially, you were excited about the offer because it meant working with your boyfriend. However, now you're uncertain about accepting it as you're not sure how he’d react. While you believe he'd be as thrilled as you are, there's this nagging feeling that it would complicate things.
So you decided to call him.
"Hey Matt," You said once he picked up.
"Hi babe, everything okay? You rarely call me during shift." He replied, voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." You assure him before nervously adding, "It's just... I have something to run by you...”
"Go ahead sweetheart, what's up?"
"You know how Foster left and ever since then there's been an open paramedic spot at 51 for a while now?"
He hums encouraging you to continue.
"Well, my Chief spoke to Boden and they both agreed that I could fill that spot if I wanted to."
"That's fantastic news!" He said excitedly. "Do you want to?"
You sighed. "I do want to. I think it would be nice to work with you and the experience of working at a busier station? That would benefit me, by a lot. I’d be able to learn so much."
"Then what's there to run by me? This is your decision Y/N." Matt questioned.
"It's your house! I don't want to interfere with the little family you all have built and make things complicated considering we'd be working together while dating and what if they take it the wrong way thinking I only got the spot because I'm with you-"
"Hey! Y/N, sweetheart, breathe." He says cutting off your rambling, trying to calm you down.
"What?" you ask, voice exasperated.
"Baby, no one's going to think anything like that. You're an amazing paramedic and you earned your spot because you're good at your job. Also, no one knows that we're together so they won't suspect a thing. We don't even have to tell them yet if you don't want to.” He said reassuringly before continuing, “And you wouldn't be interfering with anything, I can assure you that we'd all love to have you at 51. This is completely your choice though, so whether you want to transfer over here or not, you have my full support, regardless of what you decide."
You smile at Matt's words. "Thank you." You pause for a moment before resuming happily, "Okay I'm going to go tell Chief that I'm accepting the position! I'll talk to you later Matt."
"That's my girl." He says smiling before hanging up.
You swiftly head to your Chief's office and let him know that you completed the transfer paperwork and are ready to begin at 51 as soon as possible. He nods, smiling, and assures you that he will push the request forward.
It was now Monday. Which also happened to be the same day you started your first shift as the new paramedic of Firehouse 51.
God were you nervous.
You had spoken to Matt multiple times and he continuously reassured you that you had no reason to feel anxious because everyone would adore you. So why were you still panicking?
Matt liked you, Gallo liked you, and so did Boden after the short interview you two had.
You had also heard a lot about each of them through Matt, and they all sounded like wonderful people. So the odds of your new coworkers welcoming you with open arms were pretty high.
Yet despite your best efforts, you couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety that was coursing through your veins, leaving you a nervous wreck.
You let out a sigh, trying to calm your nerves as you approached the Firehouse. You bumped into Gallo on the way which instantly relieved your worries. Seeing a familiar face put your mind at ease, melting your fears away, even if it’s only for a moment.
The two of you engaged in an easy conversation as you walked into the building together.
Upon entering, you spotted a table near the rigs with several individuals seated around it. Gallo eagerly ushered you towards them, quickly introducing everyone.
"Squad, this is Y/N Y/L/N, our new paramedic!" He said as you smiled, waving at them.
Gallo then pointed at a tan, blue-eyed man who was sitting at the head of the table. "That's Lieutenant Kelly Severide. Head of Squad and those are his Squad members."
He quickly got up and shook your hand. "Nice to meet you Y/L/N."
You recognized him now. He was Matt's best friend, they'd been through thick and thin together. It was sweet actually, finally getting to put a face to the name you've been hearing so much about.
Gallo took his time introducing you to the other members of Squad, all of whom greeted you with kindness and respect.
As he slipped into conversation with them, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself and find your partner, Sylvie Brett, who you’d be spending most of your time with.
She stood out easily, being one of only two women in the house. You spotted her in the kitchen, chatting with another girl who you figured must be Stella, Severide's girlfriend. Matt had spoken to you about how amazing they were as a couple, and it always made you happy to hear about them. With a deep breath, you made your way over to them.
"Hi!" You smiled. "I'm the new paramedic here working with... Sylvie Brett?" You ask unsurly, turning your head to glance at the blonde hoping you're right.
"Yes, that's me! Hi!" She answered enthusiastically, hugging you. Matt had mentioned how sweet she was but the embrace still caught you by surprise. Regardless, you hugged her back, accepting the kind gesture. Once you pulled away you waved at the other woman who smiled back at you, introducing herself as Stella Kidd.
After conversing with them for some time and getting to know one another, you headed off to the officer quarters with the hope of seeing your boyfriend.
Once you approached the office that was referred to Matt Casey, you knocked.
"Come in." You heard so you stepped inside, closing the door behind you.
"Hi baby," You said, smiling at him. He looked up from his desk, features softening as he noticed you.
"How's my favorite girl doing?" He asked standing up to give you a brief kiss on the cheek.
"I'm great! Everyone here is so nice and fun to talk to. They've all been so welcoming." You answered excitedly.
"See, I told you everyone would love you. What's there not to?" He asked rhetorically, making you smile as he placed his hands on your waist pulling you in closer. Matt's inability to keep his hands to himself never fails to make you laugh. It was all quickly forgotten though when he drew you in for a more passionate kiss when he noticed that there weren't any prying eyes on you.
As time passed, days turned into weeks, and before you knew it, you had seamlessly become a part of them. Each member of the group welcomed you with open arms, and it felt like you had found your place within the close-knit family they had formed at 51. It seemed like you had found a lasting bond and a sense of belonging with everyone there, envisioning a permanent future among them.
You became good friends with Sylvie and Stella, established a nice mentorship with Hermann, and created a sibling-like bond with Severide.
Most importantly though, to your knowledge, no one had suspected your relationship with Matt.
You wanted to say something, you really did. You didn't want him to think you were ashamed of being with him. But you didn't want the people you had grown so close to to think that you were only offered the position because of your relationship with him; even if you were confident that they weren't the type of people to believe that.
It was an ordinary day. You and Sylvie had just returned from responding to a call— nothing too serious, just tending to a man who had been cut by a broken mirror. Together with Sylvie, you bandaged him up and sent him to Med for stitches, wishing him a speedy recovery.
You were restocking the ambulance when Sylvie spoke up, "So, did you see the way that guy looked at you?"
You almost choked on your spit at her statement, not expecting it. "How did he look at me?"
"Oh c'mon- there were literally hearts in his eyes every time you spoke up while bandaging him!" She exclaimed a bit too loudly making you shush her.
"Who had hearts in his eyes?" Matt chimed in as he walked up to you and Brett, joining your conversation.
"No one," You say brushing him off but Sylvie interjects. "This guy we were helping earlier, he totally had the hots for our new paramedic over here." She said, nudging you with her arm in a teasing manner.
"Oh, did he?" Matt asked in a tone that sounded like he was joking but you could see the way his body tensed.
"It's whatever, nothing serious. It's not like I'm going to go on a date with him." You roll your eyes trying to dismiss the situation.
"You should!" Sylvie replies happily, "You're pretty and single. He wasn't bad on the eyes either, if you know what I mean. Go have some fun girl! Who knows, he could be the love of your life." She adds, winking.
Matt gave a half-hearted smile and walked away without acknowledging Brett, leaving her looking up in confusion. "What was that about?" She asked.
"No idea," You say shortly, despite knowing exactly what was going on.
Matthew Casey was jealous.
It was quite surprising because he had never shown signs of being the jealous type. In the past, if another man approached you in his presence, he would politely ask them to leave you alone, making it clear that you were already taken. Or he’d simply put his arm around you in a protective, not-so-friendly manner, letting everyone know that you were his. It never bothered you. You found it cute, actually.
But this? This was different. He had never acted this way, which concerned you.
After you were done restocking the ambo you made your way to his office, hoping to ease the tension.
You sighed as you knocked, hearing a quick come-in before stepping inside. You noticed he had his head buried in paperwork, not even acknowledging you as you came in.
"Matt, honey, what's wrong?" You asked, worried when he still didn't look up at you. You waited for a moment before continuing once he didn't reply, "Baby talk to me."
He sighs before finally looking into your eyes. His ocean blues never failed to make you weak in the knees. So intimidating but beautiful nevertheless.
"I don't want to keep this a secret any longer." He eventually replied, motioning between the two of you.
"I don't want to either but you know we can't."
"Why can't we?" He said, tone a bit sharp, causing you to flinch for a second.
"Because-" you were cut off by a knock on Matt's door making you straighten up.
"Sorry to interrupt, but there's someone here to see you Y/N." Said Severide as he poked his head into Casey's office letting you know before heading out.
You quickly glance at Matt sighing before leaving his office, silently apologizing. You hated leaving mid conversation but this could be important. You noticed him trailing behind you as you walked out but chose not to comment on it.
Once you were outside, you recognized him as the man you had sent to Med earlier. The same man who had 'the hots' for you apparently, according to Brett.
This was going to be a long conversation.
"Hello!" He said, way too ecstatic for someone who had just been discharged from a hospital.
"Hi there, how are you feeling?" You asked, keeping the conversation polite.
"Better thanks to you, you saved my life."
"Oh, you know, no big deal! Just doing my job."
"Well, I was hoping to take you out on a date as a way of saying thank you." He said with confidence, catching you off guard.
"I'm very flattered sir but you don't need to thank me, let alone take me out on a date. I'm happy to help, love what I do." You say, hoping that gets rid of him.
By now, you were fully aware that most of the members of the firehouse were watching the interaction occur from behind you. Hence why you were aiming to wrap it up as soon as possible.
"No, no, I insist. We'll have a great time together!" He pushes.
"Like I said, thanks for the offer but I'm going to have to decline. Feel better." You say, turning around.
Before you had a chance to walk away, he grabbed your wrist harshly. Pulling you backward, making you lose your balance, and almost causing you to fall.
"Woah woah woah-" "Back off!" You hear the men hurriedly interject pushing him away from you before Matt yells, in a tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Get your hands off of my paramedic before I call the authorities. You have no right to touch her, especially after she said no."
Boden hears the commotion and steps out of his office. "What's going on over here?"
"This man put his hands on Y/N after she rejected him Chief. He was just leaving though weren't, you?" Matt replies, glaring at the man making him quickly walk away.
The second that he was out of sight, everyone turned to you. Stella speaks up, "Are you okay?"
"Don't worry guys, I'm fine." You say looking around at all of them, reassuring them that you're okay. "Thanks for the help. I'm sure he won't be coming back any time soon, especially after the way Casey glared at him." You add chuckling, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere around you.
"You'd almost think you guys were dating with the way he attacked him to defend you," Severide commented casually, using a tone that sounded like he knew something. Which you decided to ignore for the time being.
At the mention of your boyfriend though, you looked up hoping to catch a glimpse of him but noticed he was nowhere to be found which alarmed you.
As the crowd dispersed and engaged in their own conversations, you discreetly slipped away and made your way to visit Matt in his quarters, marking this as your second visit there in the last half hour.
This time though, you didn't even bother knocking and simply walked in.
When he noticed it was you, he quickly stood up concerned, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“Oh, I'm alright. Don't worry, it was nothing I hadn't dealt with before in this line of duty, you know how men can be sometimes.” You answered, nonchalantly.
You both stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say. Finally, you decided to break the silence, “I'm sorry, Matt. I don't want to argue with you, so if it'll make you happy, we can go tell them right now.”
He sighed, turning around in his chair to look at you, “Y/N, this isn't just up to me, we’re in this relationship together. We have to make decisions like these as a team. I love you and I want everyone to know that but if you're not taking this seriously and want to go on that date instead then-”
“No! This is serious to me Matt, I love you and you know that.” You cut him off before he's able to finish the sentence. “I have eyes for you and only you, no one else matters to me but you, Matthew Casey.” You add firmly, making sure he understands that.
“Then what’s the issue here?” He asks, tired of the constant back and forth you've been having today.
You sigh and sit down on the edge of his bed before replying, “I just- I've become so close to everyone here in the last few weeks and I don't want their opinion of me to change after they find out that you and I are together. I don't want them to think that I'm only here because of you.”
“Baby…” He says in a softer tone, getting out of his seat to come sit next to you.
You don't look at him once he's sat beside you, opting to look at the floor instead.
“Hey, look at me.” He gently says taking your hands in his, grabbing your attention.
You hum as you bring your eyes up to meet his.
When he's sure you're not going to look away, he starts speaking, “Listen to me, everyone here? They're the most amazing and supportive group of people you'll ever meet. They won't dare say anything of the sort because they'd be beyond happy for us. And if they slightly even think about it, I won't hesitate to go all ‘Captain’ on them.” He says, making you chuckle.
“Besides, I don't want idiots like that guy who can't take no for an answer, hurting you again for a nonexistent chance of taking you out.” He adds.
You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his, and after a moment passes, you mutter a simple, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Matt questions.
“Yeah, okay, let’s tell them.” You reply, nodding enthusiastically.
“I want everyone to know that this handsome man right here,” You say pointing at his chest with a teasing tone, “Is of the market and mine only.”
“Yeah?” He grins.
“Mhm,” You say with an even bigger smile, before leaning in to press your lips against his.
As your lips finally touch, a wave of stillness washes over you. It feels as though the entire world has come to a halt and all that exists is the shared connection between the two of you. At that moment, nothing else matters except for the feeling of his lips against yours.
His delicate hand caresses your face, making you smile into the kiss as you pull him in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. There's no need to hide your love for each other anymore, allowing your affection for one another to be expressed freely without the fear of secrecy. The rush of emotion flowing through you is intoxicating and God, it is an exhilarating feeling, one that you had never felt before.
Before the kiss could progress any further, you heard cheering outside making you pull away. You glance out the window to understand what the fuss is about when you notice that the blinds were left open, meaning that all of 51 just saw you kissing Matt.
Your cheeks flush with warmth, causing you to bury your face in Matt's shoulder as he laughs at your reaction. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer in a tight embrace.
You look up at him, mouthing an ‘I love you,’
He whispers back, “I love you too.”
He quickly leans in for one more peck against your lips, before bracing himself for all the questions you're about to receive once you head outside.
“You guys were betting on us?” You asked amused, raising your eyebrows at the exchange of money happening right in front of your eyes.
“Well, what were we supposed to do!?” Cruz exclaimed defensively, earning a giggle from you.
“I mean, we all knew you guys were head over heels for each other, that was obvious. We just didn't realize you had been together prior to all of this.” Added Ritter, shrugging.
“I can speak for everyone though when I say that we are all very happy for you two.” Said Herrmann, making everyone nod in agreement.
As soon as the initial stage of shock died down, Stella and Sylvie rushed over to you, enveloping you in a group hug, requesting all the juicy details. While Kelly simply gave Matt a supportive pat on the back, smiling at his best friend.
Soon, the questions regarding your relationship began pouring in. Matt drew you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he answered each of them one by one. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes briefly, basking in the serenity.
And at last, you found yourself finally feeling at ease. Your family knew, and they were happy for you. Which is all you could ask for.
Shot down and in the stalag, Gale makes a questionable choice, one he has to pay for. And pay he does.
Trigger warnings: suicide attempt, violence, beating, torture, and I'm sure more I can't think of.
Read on AO3
Shoutout to @ignalina-c0re for the amazing moodboard and proof reading it for me!
This was supposed to be for the bonus day of @mota-collab's Whumpfest and it was meant to be like... 10k. Clearly, it spiraled a little out of control and is more than a little late, so it's probably just, at this point, inspired by that and not for it. It's based off this post.
Opening snippet below the cut:
Getting shot down was never in the plan. It was supposed to be Bucky and him, the last two pilots left in the sky, the last two B-17’s flying, side by side. But now Gale was in a cattle car and Bucky was tucked away somewhere in London. At least he was safe, Gale rationalized. At least one of them could make it out, maybe not unscathed, but still flying till the end. He had bruises on his neck, his ribs, his back, his hips… Everywhere, really. Gale wasn’t sure there was a single inch of him that wasn’t bruised or scraped in someway. And everything hurt. Every jostle of the train sent pain shooting through his already frayed nerves. Only the tightness of how closely the men were packed in kept Gale on his feet.
And then the train was whistling to a stop, harsh and jarring, and Gale knew nothing was getting better for any of them.
He was stripped and searched, beaten and berated in German— of which he could only catch fragments of— thrown in a cold cell to wait. At least they’d returned his clothes and his sheepskin, dirty and tattered as they might be, to offer some respite to the biting, frigid temperature in the small cell. He sat, eyeing the door and the window in equal measure, waiting for something, though he had no idea what. It reminded him of his childhood, the anxiety simmering in his gut, the fear of an angry man coming through that door, belt or switch in hand, come to beat him some more. Gale hated every second of it, tried not to think of the memories coming, unbidden, to the surface, swirling through his mind unhelpfully.
Waiting, he could do. The cold, he could do. Waiting in the cold, he could do. Being beat, he could do. Waiting to be beat, he could do.
As long as John was safely tucked away in London, Gale told himself. As long as John was safe, tucked away with whatever women he’d inevitably charmed into his bed when Gale had refused to go with, Gale could deal with whatever the goons threw his way.
Rationally, he knew that, sooner or later, John would hear about the mission, about the losses, about Gale. He just had to hope that John would keep his senses about him. For once. This was war, after all, people went down, people didn’t come back. They’d seen enough of it.
But John had never expected it to be Gale going down, had he? He’d said it himself, plenty. You and me, Buck. Guilt clawed at him, rivaling the anxiety, and Gale felt like he might be sick just then, grinding his jaw to try to keep the beasts battling inside him at bay. Any moment now, a Kraut would walk through that door. And if they smelled even the slightest bit of weakness… Gale knew exactly what would happen.
They couldn’t smell weakness if it wasn’t there, though, Gale decided, sucking in a breath through his teeth, feeling for the small pouch concealed in his sleeve. If it would keep anyone else safe, if it would keep John safe, Gale had no problem taking the hidden pills. His men would just assume the Krauts had beat him to death, he was sure, even if they tried to say otherwise. None of them would think their strong, steadfast Major would desert them.
That thought stilled his fingers, no longer rubbing over the hidden seams. Gale hesitated, the thought of leaving his men— his friends, because yes, many of them were his friends, whether he liked he liked it or not— there alone making the guilt in him grow, clawing at his empty belly with a vengeance.
No, Gale decided, his men would be fine without him. They’d survive. That’s what they did. Survived. They pushed forward, adapted, continued. They’d be okay. It would keep them safe, too, if he was gone. The Krauts wouldn’t be able to leverage them against him either.
Another weakness.
Another thing the Krauts would sniff out.
Gale could solve it all. It would be easy. Smokey had told him as much, quick and easy, he’d said. Like going to sleep.
