[chicago fire] fic | In Ivy and In Twine

[waltzmatildah]

Title | In Ivy and In Twine
Fandom | Chicago Fire
Characters | Kelly Severide and Hallie Thomas [also, Leslie Shay and Matt Casey]
Word Count | 2300
Rating | MA [prescription drug abuse/overdose and language]
Summary | The first and only time he swallows down a handful of ill-gotten narcotics for a reason other than his injured neck, it is eleven

Comments

[sandrine]

Poor Kelly! That's a brilliant character piece - angsty and believable and so very well-written, and I love how you managed to weave in his relationships to all the others. ♥

[waltzmatildah]

Poor Kelly! I KNOW! I am the ~actual meanest! Haha!

Thank you so much for reading and commenting! This show has really captured my fic-writing imagination and I'm glad that the results are being enjoyed by more than just me :)

Thank you!!!

Also, I LOVE your icon! There are not nearly enough of them around for this fandom!

[sandrine]

Also, I LOVE your icon! There are not nearly enough of them around for this fandom!

Thank you! :) It was actually only when I was about to comment on your story that I realized that I didn't have a Chicago Fire icon yet and was all, 'OMG, I HAVE TO MAKE ONE!' *g*

[catteo]

Well HELLO! This was an unexpected delight to wake up to this morning. Poor Kelly, he's just so broken and I love that we're all just fucking him up even more in fic. I loved all the parts of this, especially the parts at the end where his friends save his life. Oh, and the part where Corinne takes her earrings back! I will attempt to come back later on a proper computer and praise you some more!

[waltzmatildah]

Well, HELLO INDEED!!! Also, HI THAR, MISS SHAY!! I am glad you liked this unexpected delight. I find they can be the best kind!!

I failed at the intended email writing today, but I have checked my diary for tomorrow and, because I finish at work next Thursday, and only have five days left, pretty much allll my clients have been transferred so... LOTS OF FREE TIME TO MAKE ALLL THE THINGS UP TO YOU, I PROMISE!

Later alligator.

[catteo]

Okay, so. Now I am back with internet (and clearly not going to bed like I said that I would) I am going to do this right.

Perhaps, he thinks, she is the only one besides him that has remembered.
Now, why you gotta do this to me? The fact that nobody AT ALL remembers his birthday is basically the saddest premise to the rest of his fucked-up life that you could have picked. It is not fair and it makes me want to pick him up and cuddle him.

Remember that time you killed your best friend?
And then this! Because he didn't. Andy went into that building even though he didn't know if it was safe. And it was nobody's fault, just a horrendous accident, but Kelly will never believe that it wasn't because of him. Also, he should have been the one etc etc (I believe we discussed how you made me cry with that one the last time).

And he’s counting down to the moment when it all falls apart.
Love the inevitability of it all. He knows what's coming, but he can't stop himself.

The pain is not the only thing that’s missing

[waltzmatildah]

(and clearly not going to bed like I said that I would) Bed is TOTALLY over-rated! I just put together a flat-pack bookshelf so that the room you'll likely be sleeping has actual floor space that isn't just paperbacks stacked in leaning piles. GO ME!! Also, thank you for being the kick in the butt I needed to do something that I really should have done MONTHS ago. Maybe we can just schedule visits from you quarterly in and effort to ensure I maintain some level of order!

The fact that nobody AT ALL remembers his birthday is basically the saddest premise to the rest of his fucked-up life that you could have picked. You wanna know a secret? There was another 1000 words of this fic that I ended up deleting that dealt with EXACTLY this fact. The reason I deleted it was because I felt it detracted from what I was trying to achieve with this. AAAND because I think I want to write a follow up. You know how we've talked about visualising scenes when we write? Who's where and doing what and who else are they with and what does the room look

[ovariesofsteel]

I read this this morning while waiting for my friend to get ready.

I then snuck re-reads in throughout our Philadelphia excursion.

Angstaliciously GORGEOUS and PERFECT and GLORIOUS.

That is all.

[waltzmatildah]

I then snuck re-reads in throughout our Philadelphia excursion. Heeeeee! Sneaky re-reads are the besssssst!

Thank you! I AM SO PLEASED YOU LIKED THE ANGST! I wasn't sure it'd be your cup of tea ;)

[citron_presse]

So, okay . . . right now, all I've really got is OMG! In admiration of your writing, and just . . . he's so ALONE and so much wants connection, it's just . . . OMG!

This is fabulous, and painful, and glorious and real and layered and . . . and I'll be back later to say more about why.

And, thank you! You absolutely captured what I was driving at, and MUCH more. <3

[waltzmatildah]

It's not quite as ~explicit in the exploration of all the things we've kind of talked about. Some of that kinda got lost the more I wrote, so there's a big chance only you and I will get the significance of specific portions of this! Haha! BUT OH WELL! It just means that YOU CAN WRITE ANOTHER ONE

[citron_presse]

So . . .

Matt text him once, three weeks ago now. It had said, You’re late. Only, without the apostrophe because Matt’s never really cared for being grammatically correct when he’s pissed off.

Matt’s always pissed off.

There's not a syllable of this fic that isn't heartbreaking, I think - but for some reason, this relatively simple thing, just . . . broke me!! Because he knows Matt so intimately, to the level of how his use of a freaking apostrophe reflects his mood; he's noticed this, not dismissed it as a typo, observed what it means. And all Matt can say to him is "You're late" and be pissed at him . . . ALWAYS! GUH!

This passage also kind of defined for me who he is in this fic (even who he is). He's simultaneously immersed in, craving connections, with people that really matter to him and, when that doesn't work out, almost anyone, while acting as though and convincing himself that he doesn't want them.

I mean, this:

‘Lunch’ is a euphemism; she has less than zero interest in catching up. He thinks, that’s okay,