𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

iii. kelly severide.🌿

"I think you're over reacting!" "And I think you're a fucking liar!"

Here you and your boyfriend Kelly stood fighting in your living room. You saw him flirting with a girl while you were out on a date and it pissed you off so bad you wanted nothing but to be left alone.

Kelly Severide was the ladies' man in all of Chicago and somewhat, you got stuck with him. You two started dating a little bit after you met at a party back in August, and now here you were, yelling back in forth.

"Y/N, you're being extra right now. I simply looked at her, smiled, then looked away," you squinted your eyes at the words coming from his mouth. "Extra? You think I'm being EXTRA?"

You couldn't believe it.

"You know what, Kelly, forget it! Forget I said anything, and forget about me because we're fucking done! I'm sick of your bullshit. Whenever I catch you openly flirting with some random bitch, you always play it off that I'm being 'extra'. Well, I'll go be extra somewhere else,"

He sighed in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N," he huffed, and you simply ignored him. "Y/N!" He spoke a little louder but still, you paid him no mind.

"Dear God.." he walked to you and stopped you from packing clothes in your suitcase. "Get the hell off of me!" You growled, but your stubborn boyfriend didn't listen.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," that made you stop, but you still didn't look at him. "I guess my idea of flirting is different that yours and given my reputation, it concerns you, but I'll work on it just for you, okay? I'm wild when I'm single, but I know my limits when in relationships and I love you too much to even think about another girl,"

You looked at him, tears brimming your eyes, and walked into his arms for a hug. "I love you too, Kelly."