#squadthree

[harmfuls]

death’s   corridor   ,    a   bevy   of   obsidian   ,    releases   you   from   obligations   .         finally   some   reprieve   in   a   case   that   has   pulled   your   attention   ,    that   has   supervised   your   hours   with   a   manhunt   .       for   once   ,    evidence   does   not   occupy   your   fingers   .       for   once   ,    dew   -   droplets   transfer   from   pint   -   glass   to   finger   -   pads   .     a   casual   night   without   heavy   workload   monopolizing   your   brain   .

alabaster   canines   emerge   from   behind   cherry’d   tiers   ,     ‘   oh   ,    that’s   how   we’re   playing   now   ?   ’     glass   presses   to   coaster   already   blanketed   in   moisture   ,    hand   resting   ‘pon   bar   top   .     ‘   you   know   how   hectic   this   case   has   been   ,    kelly   ,   ’     but   grin   blossoms   ,    fingers   a   delicate   shadow   over   his   knuckles   .     ‘   so   ,    tell   me   ,    what   do   i   have   to   do   pull   information   about   today’s   activities   at   51   outta   you   ?   ’     tone   is   tantalizing   -   sweet   ,    whilst   pools   of   cerulean   are   vigilant   .

      ❪     @squadthree    says    ,     this    long    ,     no    see    ?     you    don't    get    to    know    .     ❫

[fireho3sarc]

this wasn't a WANT , it was a NEED.

"  what  d'you  mean  you  don't  know  who  the  rowdyruff  boys  are  ?  "  as  if  that  was  the  most  absurd  thing  he'd  heard  come  out  of  @squadthree's  mouth.  might've  been  the  most  absurd  thing  he'd  heard  that  shift  (  &  that  was  something  in  itself  ),  but  not  in  the  very  short  timeline  of  their  friendship.  "  part  of  the  powerpuff  girls  ?  created  by  mojo  jojo  ?  resurrected  by  HIM  ?  "  as  if  that  gave  kelly  the  clarification  he  needed  to  be  a  participant  in  their  between  call  conversation.  soft  blue  eyes  searched  his  face  for  any  sign  of  recognition  ──   lightbulb  flickered  (  he  hoped  )  but  never  turned  over  to  illuminate  the  perplexity  spread  thickly  against  the  features  of  his  face.  "  nothing  ?  really  ?  wow.  "

[6844]

who’s your favorite firefighter mel

                   ❝     bobby   nash,   for  sure   —   have  you  seen  the  size  of  his  biceps ?!     ❞          she's   kidding,   mostly.       

a wild @squadthree spotted in melissa's inbox

[agentjareau-arch1]

@squadthree : is this the pillow i used last time?

bag meets the floor with a soft thud when walking into bedroom, before she turn around and look at the state of the room. a few articles of clothes tossed around, in a hurry to get packed before the last work trip. unusually for her, she'd forgotten to pack her to - go bag. the distraction now standing in the room with her now. the bed was unmade, sheets crinkled, and yeah, that's the pillow he used the last time he was here. which, it's not exactly yesterday. it's not months ago either, but still. work rarely allowed for much free time, and even less time to see him. scratching the side of her neck, it's almost sheepish, the smile tugging at the corner of lips as bright blues shift to him. " yeah, " pulling off the vest she'd worn, small nod of her head. " i haven't been home much, " and the few nights she had spent here, it had been kind of a comfort. his scent still kinda lingered, like maybe he'd come back to bed at any given moment.

[oncalls]

   ✱   one of like a million reunions we're going to write @squadthree .

stella found kelly at a bar, molly's in his district. he was . . . wasted wasn't even a strong enough word to describe him. it was like he was trying to actually drown himself in liquor. so she took the shot that was placed in front of him, downed the amber liquid in one drink and slammed it down on the table all before he even realized she was there. and then he started blubbering about dreams. he thought he was hallucinating her. good. maybe that was for the better. because she didn't know how to deal with a severide reunion quite yet. she just wanted to get him home. but not to his place. she had heard enough about everything to strike his own apartment out as a landing pad. instead, she took him to hers.

she woke up in a tangle of limbs, all wrapped up in a scent that could only be described as kelly severide. she missed that smell. she snuck a kiss on the bicep wrapped around her before she carefully rolled out from underneath the weight of him. she needed something stronger than coffee, but that was the best she could do, so she poured herself a cup, eyeing a second mug but she didn't know how long he would be out. turns out : not long. so she turned around to face him.

[buckley-halzteadarch]

kelly would like to know what’s for dinner tomorrow on shift thanks

buck  would  like  to  know  how  he  took  over  a  candidate's  job  thanks  (  he  doesn't,  he  would  rather  cook  than  he  would  ever  eat  anything  cruz  makes  ).

but  since  you  asked  so  nicely  !!  he's  making  sirloin  steak  w/herb  jus,  white  cheddar  cauliflower  mash,  +  parmesan  asparagus  w/almonds.  he'd  make  a  cocktail  but  ...  boden.  so  they're  having  water  with  it.

[stilloves-a]

𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 : xxx.

it's not the first time she has gotten a late night call about a new case, and since kelly was on call, it's not like she has anything better to do anyways. tho, there was a child involved, she doubts she'd sit at home even if he was off work. heels softly click against the hospital floors as she walk into the ward, stopping my the nurses station to ask for his name. and when shown into the room by one of the nurses, eyes drift from the empty bed she expected him to be in, and to the couch where someone very familiar was sitting, a sleeping boy curled up next to him. and for a moment she just takes it in. for someone who was pretty sure kids weren't in her future, not her own anyways, her friends had plenty by now, but this kinda stirr something in her chest. something they haven't quite talked about yet, something big and permanent and not as scary as she might have thought it would be.

" hi, " keeps her voice low as to not wake the boy as she walks further into the room, her handbag put down on the floor, hands flatten down the front of her skirt, before sitting down across from them, leaning forward and arms wrap around her knees. a little less rigid than what she would usually be in a situation like this. the boy, jake, it was good to see he felt safe enough to fall asleep, if only for a few moments. that he'd found a safe harbor of sorts, when his life as he knew it was falling apart. " how is he ? "

( @squadthree. ) kelly severide.

[deptaid-arch1]

kelly severide : who did this to you ?

her mouth still taste bloody and muddy, even after drinking some water. and there's a headache fast approaching, one that's probably going to stay a couple of days. along with some newly aquired cuts and bruises on face and body, she isn't feeling too hot. pretty sure on of the EMT's fished out leafs and twigs from her hair earlier, dirt on knees and elbows. with the promise of going to the ER however, she wasn't taken there with the victim. and she needs to go back to the office, do some paper work before doing as promised. not that she think there is going to be much for them to do. clean up a bit, take some painkillers, and she'll be good to go. head turn to see who's approaching, before body follow as his voice reach her, brow raise ever so little, corner of lips kick up a bit. it's almost a little amusing. " oh, i wouldn't worry, he's already in cuffs and on the way to a holding cell, "

@squadthree