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colliding with a wall, then each other's lips. jay and erin

erin was on her best behavior, always. she definitely didn't make innuendos and suggestive comments her whole shift, no, of course not. it wasn't her fault that she worked with a bunch of grown ass teenage boys ( named atwater, dawson, and ruzek ) who couldn't stop laughing every time she opened her mouth. halstead though? he wasn't laughing. he just kept giving erin A Look™— you know the one. it was the look that said she was in so much trouble. and the look she gave him back said : don't threaten me with a good time. so she humored him like any good partner would, and made sure to mention that she had been a very good girl. she bit her finger at lunch, licked her very dry lips ( chicago weather, amiright? ) and acted like she was a perfect angel who never did anything wrong in her life.

so she wasn't even a little bit surprised when she barely made it into the apartment before her back was pressed up against the wall and jay's mouth was on hers. and she laughed into the kiss, tugging on his shirt, caught somewhere between wanting to pull him closer and push him away. but she had done enough teasing for the day. "i almost forgot how good of a kisser you are," she lied ( because how could she forget? ) then flipped them around one eighty degrees so he was the one pressed up against the wall when she kissed him again.

. . . PROMPT FROM : kiss & tell ( accepting )

#(✱) ⸻ cute 'n' on duty › writing .#faaaaves #helpfuls

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

FIREHOUSE 51 was stella's home. she didn't have to be there long to know that. she felt it, in her bones, in her soul. and it wasn't just because kelly severide was there, though that was a very big contributing factor. everyone just . . . treated stella like part of the family. and she had never really had that before, you know? not growing up, not even with grant. and definitely not at any other firehouse she had worked at. she had to fight so hard just to prove herself in a male dominated field. and the firefighters at her old house were fine, but she never really felt like she belonged there. and oh, did she feel like she belonged at fifty one. she wanted to stay. but it wasn't just fifty one. she loved working at molly's too.

that was where she was now, working her second job, the one she worked after her first job, with all of the same people, because you know what? she actually liked them all. a lot. gabby was one of her best friends. and kelly may not have worked there, but he was there every night too. she got to spend her nights with all of her favorite people. so she didn't mind being on the other side of the bar. she walked to the back for something, but she wasn't alone. and when she saw the squad lieutenant out of the corner of her eye? she couldn't help herself. she called him out. because he climbed her fire escape to break into her house with champagne to confess her feelings for her. but she was married. and now she was at fifty one, and she was divorced— painfully single, and . . . nothing. he never tried to kiss her or anything. what the hell was th— she wasn't expecting the kiss, and it was the life changing kind of kiss, where the world stopped spinning and everything else disappeared until there was nothing less but stella and, "kelly," she breathed his name like a prayer, one hand snaking around his neck while the other fisted in his shirt, desperate to hold him close. she didn't know what else to say, so she just kissed him again, hoping that he could feel everything she didn't know how to say.

. . . PROMPT FROM : kiss & tell ( accepting )

#(✱) ⸻ cute 'n' on duty › writing .#helpfuls #lomls

@helpfuls, 𓂀 “what’s got perfect penny’s panties in a twist?” the lounge is dimly lit, but even in the ambient glow, the displeasure etched into those chiseled features is evident. those sinclairs and their impenetrable masks - their belief in the structural integrity of their façades is commendable - but madeline has been embroiled with the family far too long to be fooled by such a trivial performance.

“maybe i should ask again in a glass … or five?”

#helpfuls #madeline vc: is your mother still angry with me for getting carrie into ligadone?

it was the parents' idea to go to the pumpkin patch— booper and chenford. actually, he was pretty sure it was tim and cooper's idea, but they were trying to make everyone believe it was lucy and bailey's idea. but it didn't really matter who's idea it was, because now they were all at a local farm. chenford were walking around enjoying their apple ciders, and neither one of them could keep their hands off lucy's belly. diego couldn't believe they were having twins either. booper were somewhere in the patch with luke, trying to pick out a pumpkin. diego and tamara tried to steal their favorite little guy, but cooper said no and bailey said sorry because she knew there was no arguing with her baby hog of a husband.

so tamago got lost in the corn maze. like actually lost. it started as a joke, they even told the parents they were going to get 'lost' in the maze. they took one wrong turn too many, and now they were actually lost, with nothing but corn in every direction. they were laughing about it though, and diego was so happy that he interrupted tamara's laugh with a kiss. "well, there's no one i'd rather get lost in a corn maze with," he teased, kissing his best friend again.

. . . PROMPT : AUTUMN STARTER CALL . ( ACCEPTING )

#(✱) ⸻ cute 'n' on duty › writing .#helpfuls

it was the first week of fall. or whatever. jess didn't care. except that autumn had objectively the best weather. the temperature cooled down, and the leaves began to fall. if he had a favorite season? it would be fall. but he didn't. because that was something luke would do. and jess was nothing like luke. it was a brisk september morning and jess was behind the counter at the diner, trying to work his magic on the coffee pot. for no reason in particular. he finished the drink, blew on the hot liquid like that could cool it down below a scalding temperature, and placed the lid on the cup. then he walked out from behind the counter just in time to see the gilmore girls walk in. almost like he planned the timing perfectly. but he didn't.

he didn't greet lorelai with more than a tilt in acknowledgement before he rotated @helpfuls three hundred sixty degrees in the doorway and lead her back out. "here's your pumpkin spice . . . whatever." it wasn't exactly a latte. but he didn't know what to call it. he just knew that rory was a girl, and girls liked pumpkin spice. jess wasn't a barista, and luke's coffee pot was older than jess so he was trying his best, okay? "i hear it pairs well with two roads diverged in a wood." interesting choice, the poem he quoted from the book she was cradling close to her chest.

. . . PROMPT : AUTUMN STARTER CALL . ( ACCEPTING )

#(✱) ⸻ cute 'n' on duty › writing .#AUTUMNSTARTERS.#helpfuls

you weren't supposed to hear that. connor to dana (this is abt his wife)

there were two charge nurses in the trauma center, dana and maggie. and they knew everything. even when someone thought they were keeping something secret— hell, even when they were good at keeping things private, dana and maggie always knew. there wasn't a single thing that happened in the e.r. that dana and maggie didn't know about. especially when two of their best doctors were hooking up. and dana was sure that was all that happened, because it was connor's first shift. and samira was doing an impressive job avoiding him all day. which meant . . . they hooked up. last night, if dana had to guess. and she was a really good guesser.

"—and you're not supposed to be in the women's bathroom, doctor rhodes. so i guess we're both doing things we're not supposed to," she teased, leaning against the nurse's station. that was where all the best gossip happened, so it was a fitting location for this conversation. because dana'a favourite topic of gossip this shift? was the hot new trauma fellow. "a date, huh? dinner after shift. that's adorable. nothing says romance like a long shift in the pitt."

#(✱) ⸻ cute 'n' on duty › writing .#helpfuls #hehehehe i loves writing this ty #that's her son #she just doesn't know it yet

“how does erin know about — the whole.. jason thing?” he’s narrowing his eyes at u will

erin's shrug was almost as innocent as the smirk hidden behind her jut out lips. "i don't know." she could never lie to jay. before he was her husband, he was her best friend. and before that? he was her partner. they worked so well together because they knew each other better than they knew themselves. so jason knew erin was full of shit. but that didn't stop her from fucking with him. "maybe it was . . . platt?" she lied, taking a bite of his half of their sandwich. "—or maybe it was olinsky. it's always the ones you don't suspect," she teased, taking another bite.

will snickered, enjoying his own sandwich that he didn't even have to share with natalie because she ate her own. like a normal person. "yeah, jason. maybe it was sarge. or . . . other sarge." he gave an innocent shrug to match erin's.