#Sylvie Brett one shot
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Home for the New Year | s.b.
Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Fem!Reader
Requested: nopee jk yes kinda?
Warnings: mentions death, previous bad relationship, angst
Word count: 2.9k ish
A/N: idk if anyone reads for Sylvie anymore but i had this written for ages (like... last new years) so might as well post it.
The flood of emotions hit Sylvie like a truck the second she got back to the firehouse. Her tears were uncontrollable as they streamed down her cheeks. Running into the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face to try and calm down.
She slumped back against the lockers in the changing room and let herself slide to the ground. The cold floor drove a chill up her spine. Her face was buried in her arms as the tragic events of the morning ran through her head.
The paramedic was in shock. The adrenaline was wearing off and what was left was only devastation. She knew she couldn’t save everyone, but she really thought she could save this one.
He was just 7 years old, a kid. He was somebody’s baby and they couldn’t help him.
The rest of the firehouse could tell how bad the shift was by the way the paramedics carried themselves out of their ambulance. There was an air of sadness around them, the kind of aura that could only mean a particularly devastating call.
Typically the she would have called you by now, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t.
She had no right to come running into your arms whenever she was sad, or hurt, or scared because you and Sylvie had been broken up for a few weeks. It felt like years, but things were different these days and you weren’t hers, not anymore.
Your impending departure had meant for an inevitable end to your relationship, but you had to go.
You had to go for the career you spent a better half of your life pursuing. There wasn’t anyone else who could do what you did and Sylvie didn’t want you to choose her over your job because there wasn’t a choice to be made. You worked so hard for it.
The two of you talked about long distance because what you had with Sylvie shouldn’t have to end, not like this… but she’d gone through the time differences and the conficting schedules before and it was hard. It was harder than anything she’d ever done.
As much as you loved each other, Sylvie wasn’t sure she could survive another round of that, only for it to end exactly like it would if everything just stopped now. That’s what happened last time, so who’s to say history wouldn’t repeat itself?
They called you at noon, after she'd been in the bathroom for half an hour already. Sev and Stella had both been giving you updates on how Sylvie was doing and you were more then grateful for it. Sylvie was the most resilient, capable person you knew, but you also knew her better than anyone.
You knew how she was when things got tough, not wanting to burden others with her problems. You also knew that she wasn’t going to tell you how much she was hurting, not after the breakup. Even so, she had friends and people who loved her at 51.
They were there for her when she needed it, but at her breaking point, what she needed was you.
“Hey, sunshine. You ok? ”
Sylvie’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, her head snapped up and there was a wild look on her face as she looked around the room for you.
Hearing you use her nickname hurt more than she thought it would, but when she saw you standing there, leaning against the doorframe... Your arms were crossed and your head tilted with concern, it was almost enough to make her forget you were even broken up.
“Shoot, Y/N.” Sylvie stammered, standing up quickly and rubbing the tears from her face. She didn’t want you to see her like this. "What are you doing here?"
She had to take a deep breath to steel herself from the effect you had on her. It didn’t work. It never worked. You always broke through her walls and defenses.
“Kelly called me. He was worried about you, Syl.”
“I— He shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry for making you come down here and fuss over me.” Sylvie clasps her hands together to stop their shaking and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. "I know you’re busy, you can go back to work. I’m fine."
“Everything is fine,” she mumbles, and it was almost like she was trying to convince herself of that instead of you.
“Syl…” Your voice was quiet as you took a step towards the blonde. She looked so small against and it broke your heart.
The closer you got to Sylvie, the harder it became for her to maintain her brave face. She wanted so badly to just fall into your arms and cry for the next 10 minutes. She wanted you to hold her like you always did and everything would be ok.
She could hardly breathe when you stop right in front of her and time stood still.
"Breathe," you whispered as you took her hands, pulling them apart and squeezing them with your own. Sylvie took such a shaky breath that it might as well been a gasp for air.
“Sweetheart, why didn't you call me?”
“You know why. I wanted to, but—” You watched as Sylvie dropped her head and avoided your gaze, stray strands of blonde hair falling in front of her face. One of your hands leaves hers to tuck them back behind her ear.
“Look at me, Sylvie.” Your hand returns back to your ex-girlfriend’s hands and you give them gentle tug. "Look at me.”
She does reluctantly, and you can’t help but admire how gorgeous she looked. Her eyes were rimmed with red, brows furrowed, a frown on her face, and just as beautiful as she was the day you first met.
“You can always come to me, always. Even if we’re not together anymore, if you need me, I’m here. That’s never going to change, ok?"
“I can’t do this anymore… being without you,” Sylvie admitted, her lip quivering as she spoke. Her eyes were glassy and you could tell that she was mere seconds from falling apart.
“Oh sweetheart, it’s ok,” you coo as you pulled her into your arms, her face burrowing into your neck. You feel her shake her head against you and tears began to wet your shirt. Things didn’t feel ok.
“We’ll be ok.” You’re peppering kisses to the side of Sylvie’s head as you held her, gently running your fingers through her soft hair.
“You still want to be with me?” Her voice was quiet, and weak. You knew how tired she was.
Sure, she was physically tired, but the turbulent relationships of her past had taken so much of her. Sylvie was beginning to think that she wasn’t cut out for love… and then she met you.
You, who grounded her and made her feel steady. You, the only one she had ever been sure of, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe you didn’t love her like you used to.
The little voice in the back of her head was telling her that she couldn’t handle this kind of life, it was telling her that she was nothing without him — just like he’d said so many times before. It had been years since she left him and he couldn’t have been more wrong, but sometimes Sylvie fell into old habits. She was so strong, but everyone needs someone.
She usually had you to chase the intrusive thoughts away.
“Of course I do, sweetheart. Hey…” you murmured, lifting her chin so she’d look at you again. “I’m not him."
“I— I know, but… you don’t think I’m being crazy?” she stammered. “You don’t think I’m—"
“No, love. No, you’re not being crazy at all. I miss you too. I miss you so much that it hurts.”
“Really?”
“Really… I know long distance is hard— “
“Y/N…” Before she got another word out, your hands are cupping Sylvie’s face and pressing your lips to hers. You feel her tears on your cheeks as she moved impossibly closer to you.
“Hey...I love you so, so much. I really think we can do this,” you murmured as your forehead rested against hers. "We belong together." Sylvie nods ever so slightly, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths.
Before you broke apart to let the paramedic get back to work, you’re whispering in her hair. “I’m gonna come back to you. I promise.”
You and Sylvie made long distance work for three months before the holidays rolled around. Despite the many weeks of missed calls and conflicting schedules, you always tried to make time for your girl.
The blonde kept up a cheerful facade during work, making sure her personal life wasn’t getting in the way, but her weary sighs at the end of every shift… They meant she was going home to an empty apartment. Again.
The worst of it was learning that you weren’t going to make it home for Christmas. That in itself was utterly devastating for Sylvie. The holidays were the one thing she was looking forward to because she thought it meant she could see you. She offered to come fly out, but you were going to be so busy that it would be a wasted trip.
The news that you weren’t going to make it for New Year’s either was… just great. How much more could she take?
It hurt when every suggestion she made to visit was shot down by you, and Sylvie was beginning to wonder if it was even worth it.
What if the stars didn't align? What if they were never going to?
Little did she know, it was all because you had spent the last two months figuring out a way to come back to her.
After many meetings, phone calls, pitches, and business dinners, you were coming home. Starting January 10th, you would be the new liaison officer for both your district and another — headquartered in Chicago.
The plan was for Sylvie to spend Christmas and the New Year with her firehouse family this year. Typically, the two of you would cuddle up in front of the fireplace for a cozy night in, but you weren’t going to be able to make it back in time, no matter how hard you tried and you didn’t want your girlfriend to spend the day by herself.
That’s what you told her, at least.
All of 51 banded together to make this holiday season special at Molly's, but it was devastating for Sylvie that you weren’t going to be a part of it. It wouldn���t be the same. Nevertheless, she tried to enjoy the party as best she could. At least she was around people she loved and who loved her too.
They all did a wonderful job at keeping your secret and Sylvie was none the wiser. Everything was falling into place perfectly.
Although she was going to return home alone that night, it made her heart lighter knowing that in a few days, she’d be in your arms.
At 11 pm on New Years Eve, after another party at Molly's, Sylvie unlocked her front door with a groan and stumbled inside. I am so exhausted, she thought to herself. Why the hell did I stay the entire time…
She almost didn’t see the object on her kitchen table that wasn’t there when she left for the bar a few hours earlier.
A chill shot through her spine as she walked closer to the table and she realized it was a package. A package from you.
Sylvie couldn’t stop her hands from trembling as she picked up the box, tearing up as she saw her name scribbled in the corner. The handwriting was yours, she’d recognize it anywhere.
Her heart pounded as she tore the delicate wrapping paper off of the package, the anticipation almost too much to bear.
Underneath was a box and a white business card resting on top of it, a golden ribbon tying everything together.
It took all of Sylvie’s control to undo the bow and hold the card steady enough to read the tiny text. There was your name, your district, and your position, but in the corner were two words that made her gasp out loud.
Chicago, Illinois
You were coming home.
A strangled sob escaped Sylvie’s lips as she let her head fall back to stare at the ceiling for a moment, taking everything in. This was all she wanted this year. She wanted you back, back where you belong.
There were tears pricking her eyes, but with a deep, shaky inhale, she pulled herself together enough to get through the rest of your gift.
The cream colored velvet box was all that was left. The gold lettering sparkled on the lid as Sylvie read what it said, running her fingers over the soft material.
Loving you is a wonderful way to spend a lifetime…
Her heart lurched at the words as she thought about you spending the holidays alone, in a new city. She missed you more than anything.
As Sylvie carefully removed the lid, her eyes widened upon seeing what was inside. It was a key. Her brow furrowed as the confusion set in — it couldn’t be a key to your apartment. You moved out of that apartment, she even helped you pack up your things.
“Wha—?” she whispered to herself, but a quiet voice from behind interrupted her thoughts.
“Move in with me.”
The world stood still. She knew that voice. The blonde gripped the box in her hand impossibly tight, worried she would drop everything in shock. She turned on her heels to see you standing at her doorway with a huge smile on your face. Not a moment later, she was running into your waiting arms.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Sylvie choked out as she pulled away to look at you again. She had to make sure you were real and she wasn’t dreaming. “I thought you said you couldn’t make it.”
“I had to surprise you, didn’t I?” You’re laughing as she squeezed you as hard as she could. Her jewelry was digging into your skin, but you didn’t care. “I missed you.”
“You’re here,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by your shirt.
"So? What do you say, Sylvie Brett? Will you move in with me?”
“I— Wait, where? What? You— “ Sylvie shook her head, trying to clear her jumbled thoughts. It brings a smile to your face and a chuckle falls from your lips. “You have a new place? Already? Since when?”
“Well… I was hoping it would be our new place. And as for when… it’s been a couple weeks in the making… 5 to be exact.”
“That was over a month ago, Y/N!” Sylvie gasped, not sure if she should be concerned or shocked as to why you didn’t tell her.
“I know, and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but it had to be a surprise. Plus, it's really damn hard to get a house these days. Let’s just say I was very determined to get this place in particular.”
You pulled something out of your pocket and handed it to your girlfriend.
“Wait, what is this?”
Sylvie stared at the key in her hand and then at the photo you just gave her. It was the house.
You had bought the house that Sylvie had fallen in love with on the outskirts of Chicago. She knew she loved it the second she saw it on the way to work one day, many years ago. You never forgot.
It was the house she’d always dreamed of having — one that was close enough to her job, cozy, and with a huge yard for kids or dogs. The two of you would often take the long way just to admire it before work.
Just when Sylvie thought she couldn’t love you any more than she already did, you always seemed to make her fall even harder.
Her hands were trembling as the reality of your surprise settled in and her eyes shined as she looked back up at you.
She just couldn’t believe what was happening. She couldn’t believe you were home and she definitely couldn’t believe that you had this big surprise all planned out for weeks. It was just like you, though, to completely change her life like this, again.
“So I take it that’s a yes?”
“Yes! Oh my god, I— yes. Sorry, I’m babbling,” Sylvie blushed as she let out a teary laugh. “I just love you so damn much Y/N Y/L/N."
“I love you more,” you cheesed, knowing that your plan had worked perfectly.
As the clock struck midnight, with Sylvie’s lips pressed against yours, everything was as it should be for the first time in months.
You told her you’d come back to her, and you did.
The rest of the night was one of the happiest you’d had in a very long time. You and Syl curled up together on the couch, catching up on your favorite shows and the episodes you’d missed while you were away.
“Hey… Y/N?”
“Yeah, babe?” you mused as your attention was pulled away from the TV.
”How did you break into my apartment?”
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Thanks a million♥️ So for the Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek requests I was thinking something along the lines of (reader aka y/n) is a new paramedic at firehouse 51 and everyone including Brian is shocked when she takes an immediate interest in him by flirting with him in front everyone… it’s not a perfect idea so pls feel free to adjust where you feel necessary, this is more of like a guideline than anything.
I was watching the episode where Terra Little joins 51 for a training shift and Otis is attracted to her but of course she chose Kelly Severide instead🥱 so I thought it would be a nice change if Otis is the guy she instantly gravitated towards because it’s very possible I mean he’s adorable common.
instant attraction
Pairing: Brian "Otis" Zvonecek x Female!Reader
"And that would be everything" Sylvie said as she finished giving you a tour of the firehouse.
Joining the 51 had been nerve-wrecking for you ever since you found out your transfer had gone through, mainly because you knew how tight everyone was and you didn't want to intrude on anything.
"Thank you for showing me around. This is much nicer than the last firehouse I was at" you said, admiring the trucks and the ambulance, which was so much nicer than your previous ones.
"How was your last firehouse?" she inquired, not having received much information about you from Chief Boden.
"Typical boy house. I was the only female in the entire house, so you can imagine the atmosphere. The only one who wasn't bothered by my presence was my partner, but we were the same age, so that helped a little" you explained, continuing to walk around.
"I can promise you that it's going to be different here. Our guys are the best, you're going to fit right in with everyone" she smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, steering you in the kitchen direction.
You didn't say anything as you slowly walked towards everyone, each of them minding their own business in the kitchen.
"Guys, this is Y/N. She's the new paramedic I was telling you about" Sylvie announced as you stopped in your tracks where everyone could see you.
"Hi" you said and waved shyly, not used to having so many intimidating pairs of eyes on you at the same time.
Each of them got up and introduced themselves one at a time, wishing you a warm welcome.
"I'm Brian, but everyone here calls me Otis. Welcome to 51, I hope you'll feel at home here" the most handsome man you'd ever seen said as he stood before you, hand outstretched.
You slowly brought your hand up and shook his, electricity quickly spreading through your body when your skin touched his. You inhaled a deep breath, Otis doing the same, which made you smile because it only meant that he felt the connection too.
"Y/N, nice to meet you. I'm positive I'll feel more than welcome here, especially with you around" the words stumbled out of your mouth before you could even think about stopping them.
You saw a slight blush coat Otis' cheeks as he looked around at his colleagues, all looking at the interaction between the two of you with much interest.
Otis cleared his throat and made you snap back to reality, suddenly becoming aware of everyone staring at the two of you and your hands still holding onto each other.
"Otis, why don't you finish the rest of the tour? Show her where we sleep when on shift and the lockers and showers and everything" Sylvie spoke up, sneakily winking at the flustered firefighter.
"Um, ye-yeah, sure. This way" Otis said and motioned for you to follow him.
You turned around briefly to look at Sylvie, who winked at you and smiled, making you smile back.
"She did this on purpose, didn't she?" you asked him, trailing after him down the corridor.
"Sylvie? Yeah, she likes to think she's Cupid and her main goal in life is setting people up every chance she gets. I'm sorry about this" he said, scratching the back of his neck.
"You don't have to be sorry, I'm not complaining one bit" you smiled at him, trying to show him that you were enjoying the situation to the fullest.
"Oh, great. That's, um, that's good" Otis said, cursing under his breath at how awkward he sounded.
"You haven't done this in a while, have you?" you questioned, trying to ease the tension.
"Is it that obvious?" he laughed, the rigidness in his shoulder slightly lessening.
"Maybe just a little" you laughed with him.
"I'm just not used to women showing interest in me first. It's always Casey or Severide or anybody else that gets the girls. It's never me" he explained, which made you feel a little sad for him.
Otis was nothing short of hot and extremely handsome, you couldn't understand why women wouldn't approach him.
"Well, if you're asking me, you're way hotter than everyone else in this firehouse" you leaned in and whispered in his ear before walking away.
You heard Otis inhale a deep breath behind you, making you smile.
You had a feeling you were going to enjoy life at 51.
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I love this trio so damn much <3
#chicago fire#stella kidd#violet mikami#sylvie brett#chicago fire spoilers#i am really going to miss seeing all three of them after sylvie leaves#violet is so pretty <3#i mean so is stella but violet my beloved#she was very pleasant to gif#which is why despite me aiming to get at least two of them in each shot for this#vi has one with just her#ree.gifs
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Chicago Fire
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey
Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Chloe Allen, Javi Cruz (Chicago Fire)
Additional Tags: Short One Shot, Team as Family, Prompt Fic, True Love, Friendship/Love
Summary:
Dinner with Cruz and Chloe was a long time coming. Cruz started bugging her to come over the minute Amber made her decision to help Sylvie adopt Julia, and Chloe joined in once the news spread that she and Matt had gotten engaged.
She promised they would visit as soon as Matt was in town.
#brettsey#sylvie brett#matt casey#matt casey x sylvie brett#chicago fire#my fic#angellwings writes#baybay one shot#prompt fic
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SEVERIDESCIGAR'S MASTERLIST
A very special THANK YOU to @princess-olaf who helped me recover my one shots after they were deleted, therefore giving me another chance to post them on here 🥰❤
(This post will updated every time I post something new)
I'm taking requests for the following list.
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KELLY SEVERIDE (multi-chapter)
Nothing will ever be the same (ON HOLD)
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STELLARIDE
Quarantine Blues
Jealousy is in the air?
She was my best friend
You look like hell ft. Matt Casey
Lt. Stella Kidd
Baby Severide
Tough Call
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KELLY SEVERIDE (One shots)
Little Sister, Big Problems
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JAY HALSTEAD
Detective Stalker
Always
I'm Never Leaving You
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UPSTEAD
What happened in the past doesn't remain in the past
Hailey's first night over at Jay's apartment - Headcanon
#chicago fire#chicago pd#fbi#kelly severide#jay halstead#hailey upton#stella kidd#matt casey#sylvie brett#oa zidan#stellaride#brettsey#upstead#kelly severide one shot#kelly severide imagine#matt casey imagine#matt casey one shot#jay halstead imagine#jay halstead one shot#oa zidan imagine
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Forbidden Love (4) - What Happens at Molly's, Stays at Molly's
Pairing: Jason Pelham x Alison Jones
Summary: Pelham meets Jones at Molly's and, after a few drinks, they finally kiss. Jones finds herself in a tough situation, but Brett is always by her side with the best advice.
Warning: alcohol.
Words Count: 2k
A/N: English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy this chapter! 💕
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It was a busy night at Molly’s. The bar was so packed, Alie felt lost among the crowd. Sitting in the back of the bar, far from the fun and the noise, she played with her glass as she stared into space.
“My my, aren’t you a delightful surprise.” Pelham’s voice caught Alie’s attention as he sat at her table, across from her. “What is my exotic little creature doing here alone?” He smirked, taking a sip from his beer.
“Yours? Really?” Alie raised her brow, slightly annoyed.
Noticing the empty glass on Alie’s hand, Pelham called out for Herrmann. “Hey, Herrmann. Bring me two beers, one for me and one for my friend right here.”
“Friend? Whoa there buddy.” Alie raised her hand in front of her. “Slow down, we aren't that close.”
“Really?” Pelham leaned forward on his seat, resting his arms on the table. “I would say we are very close.” He licked his lips, not breaking eye contact with Alie. “Like the other day on a call, when you were acting all tough. Your face just a few inches away from mine.” The memory made his lips curve into a smirk.
Alie mimicked his actions, leaning forward on the table. “Oh, yeah?” She cocked her head to the side and licked her lips, getting closer to Pelham as his eyes watched the way her tongue brushed over her lower lip. “Just like the other day, when you fell on top of me and…broke my fucking rib?”
Pelham laughed, throwing his head back, and for some reason that sound made Alie feel butterflies in her stomach. She noticed how his eyes wrinkled when he smiled, how he threw his head back when he laughed. Then, she noticed something else.
“Pelham, let me ask you something.” She said with a serious, yet soft voice, and he nodded his head, telling her to go on. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Pelham couldn’t help but frown. He wasn’t sure where this was coming from. “I’m..I’m not sure I’m following you.” He confessed.
“As you said it yourself, I’m a pain in your ass. But yet, you’re always acting as if we’re friends and we don’t try to kill each other every day.” Cocking her head to the side, Alie asked with a genuine voice. “How is it possible? How can you be so nice to me even when I act like a bitch?”
And there it was again, that laugh. Nodding his head, Pelham understood what Alie wanted to know. Herrmann appeared beside their table, handing their beers before flashing Alie a warm smile and going back to the bar.
Pelham played with the bottle in his hand, avoiding Alie’s eyes, as a slight smile appeared on his face. “Since I was a kid, my mom used to say to me ‘Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind, always’.” Looking up, he met her eyes, almost getting lost in them.
“My dad used to say the same thing.” Alie flashed him a short smile.
Pelham frowned as his lips curved into a smirk. “Are my eyes deceiving me or was that a smile? Not a sarcastic, but a genuine, beautiful smile?”
“Oh, shut up!” Alie rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her beer. “And stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”
Raising his hands in surrender, Pelham laughed. Their eyes met, and there it was again. That feeling, as if Alie knew him from somewhere else. He felt so familiar, yet she was sure they had never met before. She tried to remember when was the last time she had this feeling, then something clicked in her head. She was falling for him.
“You know, I…-I think I should... go.” Alie quickly grabbed her purse, placing some money on the table to pay for her drinks, before making her way out of the bar.
“Jones, wait!” Pelham shouted, confused, as he followed her outside. “Alison!” He called again, trying to catch up with her.
Keeping her head down, Alie kept walking toward her car. She could hear Pelham calling for her but she chose to ignore it.
“Alison, stop!” His voice was firm, like the hold he had on her arm as he made her turn around. Standing face to face, Alie kept her eyes on the ground. “What happened back there?” His voice was soft but full of concern as he frowned. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No.” Alie whispered, shaking her head as she finally met his eyes. Standing just a few inches away from him, Alie could see every small detail of his face. The way his nostrils flared, his plumped pink lips, the shine in his dark eyes as he looked at her. “Please, stop looking at me like that.” The words came out just above a whisper.
He took a step closer, their noses slightly touching, as he closed his eyes and whispered back, “Like what?” His hands found their way to each side of her waist.
Closing her eyes, Alie felt the butterflies on her stomach once again. His cologne clouded her senses as she brushed her nose against his. “Stop looking at me as if you want to kiss me.”
“What if I do?” He quickly whispered back, his fingers gently nudging at the soft skin of her waist. “What if I wanna kiss you? Would that be wrong?”
“Yeah…” She brushed her lips over his, feeling light-headed when he softly pecked her lips. “We can’t.” She whispered against his lips, shaking her head lightly. “You’re my lieutenant.”
“Interim Lieutenant.” He corrected her, his lips curving into a smirk before he pecked her lips again, testing the waters.
“But…we hate each other.” Alie whispered, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes.
Licking his lips, Pelham cupped Alie’s face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “We can go back on hating each other tomorrow. How about that?” Getting a nod in response, Pelham smiled and leaned down, capturing Alie’s lips in a soft, yet hungry kiss. A kiss he’s been waiting for way too long.
-/-/-
As he ate his breakfast at the common room table, Pelham saw Alie entering the firehouse and walking to the coffee pot, passing behind him. Leaning back on his chair, he smiled.
“You look like shit, Jones.” He spoke over his shoulder.
Placing the pot back in place once she was done serving herself, Alie grabbed her mug and sat on the couch. “Well…I feel like it too.” She sighed, before taking a sip of her drink.
“Had a fun night?” Pelham turned around in his chair, facing the female firefighter as he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back a grin.
Rolling her eyes, Alie showed him the finger, careful enough so no one else would see it. As he heard his name being called on the ap floor, Pelham stood up from his seat and exited the room with a grin on his face, walking past Brett on his way out.
Darting her eyes between Pelham and Alie, Brett frowned as she took a seat next to her friend on the couch.
“What is going on between you and Pelham?” She curiously asked, a slight grin appearing on her face.
Choking on her coffee, Alie’s eyes widened with the unexpected question. “W-WhAt!?” She tried to play dumb. “Me and Pelham?? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alie shook her head and walked to the kitchen, placing her mug in the sink.
“Oh, stop it, Alie!” Brett followed her steps, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not stupid! I can see the way he stares at you every time you look away. He’s definitely into you!”
“What? Really!?” Alie asked curiously, shaking her head as soon as her lips threatened to curve into a smile. “No, no! You must have gotten it wrong. We hate each other!” She confessed. Walking to the bunk room, Alie laid down on her bed, burying her face in the fluffy pillow.
“Uh-hum, sure.” The PIC nodded her head, biting her lip, as she leaned against the wall. “So why would he ask me if you’re single?”
Alie quickly turned her head to the side, facing Brett. “He did!!?” She asked with a grin on her face.
“No, I was kidding!” Brett laughed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it on Alie’s face. “But I was telling the truth earlier, he’s definitely into you. And you’re clearly into him too!” She took a seat on the bed next to Alie’s.
Sitting up on her bed, Alie sighed. “Please, don’t tell anyone.” She begged Brett with puppy eyes, getting a reassuring smile and a nod in response. “We kissed last night….” She turned her gaze to the ground, feeling her cheeks burn.
“Oh, my god, Alie!” Brett squealed, using her hand to cover her mouth.
“I know, I know.” Alie shook her head, sighing. “But it’s not gonna happen again. It can’t!”
“Why not? As far as I know, you’re both single.” Brett assumed, confused.
“No, Sylvie, you don’t understand.” Alie leaned her back against the wall, resting her head back as she felt her eyes sting with tears.
Nodding her head in understanding, Brett took a seat on Alie’s bed, placing her hand on top of Alie’s. “You know...when Casey left for Oregon, he told me something.” She spoke with a soft voice. Alie slightly looked down at the paramedic, her eyes full of worry and embarrassment. “He didn’t say anything too personal, but he did tell me that you have some…trust issues when it comes to men.”
Resting her head back once again, Alie stared at the ceiling. She was relieved that Casey didn’t say anything about her past, and, somehow, she was glad that he told Brett about her trust issues. It meant that he really cared about Alie and was worried to leave her without anyone to rely on, so he tried to keep Brett in the loop, without saying too much.
“I don’t know why but…” Alie wiped off her tears with the back of her hand. “Something’s telling me that it’s different this time, you know?” Looking down, she met Brett’s eyes. “Something inside me is saying that he’s not going to hurt me, that I can trust him. But I-I can’t!” She brought her hand to her mouth to muffle a sob. Shaking her head, the fresh tears fell down her chin. “I like him, Sylvie. I really do. But what if I trust him and he ends up hurting me too??”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Brett wrapped her arms around Alie, bringing her in a warm embrace. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, or anyone else. You have all the right to feel scared and insecure. Your feelings are valid.” She softly explained. “Your feelings are a part of your experience.” Pulling away slightly, she lifted Alie’s face, meeting her eyes. “But you have to promise me you’ll work on those feelings, okay? You deserve to love and be loved, Alie. But that’s only gonna happen when you feel ready to trust someone else. Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life.” Flashing a reassuring smile, Brett continued. “Tiptoe if you must, but take a step.”
Nodding her head, Alie sniffled. She knew Brett was right, and she wished it was that simple to let go of her fears. Even though her stepfather was dead, the damage had already been done, and Alie wasn't sure how long it would take for those wounds to heal.
The moment was ruined by the sound of the alarm, echoing through the firehouse. “Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Structural Fire…”
“Fuck. Worst timing.” Alie sighed, wiping her face, as she stood up.
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Accident
Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader
A/N: cutesy little one shot that i dont rlly like but whatever. hope you guys enjoy it. I love Connor, but god I really need to pick a hyper fixation. Guess who’s loving Chicago P.D. rn???
warnings: cussing (i think), not proofread, canon typical medical talk? (i think), kissing, confrontation.
You always hated driving. Not that you sucked at it or anything, you just never trusted any other driver on the road.
It could be considered an ‘irrational fear’ but you would consider it being cautionary and safe. Nothing wrong with that. Well until you actually had to drive for yourself. Then there was everything wrong with it. The unnecessary anxiety, triple checking your surroundings, not being able to fully be comfortable. Just not your cup of tea. Especially today.
Moments like these make you miss your ex. He always drove you everywhere. It was like a deal you guys had, he would drive and you would cook. It’s not like either of you weren’t capable of doing those tasks, it’s just when you have someone else who would rather do it for you, why not?
Today however there was no avoiding you driving. You had to testify in court for a case you worked awhile back. Perks of being a detective. Well at least the plan was to testify in court. That was until about an hour ago before you got T-boned in the middle of an intersection.
A drunk driver ran a red light hitting your driver side door trapping you in the car. You became unconscious on impact, but luckily for you Firehouse 51 had been the one to respond to your accident.
You woke up in the ambulance shocked of course, but relief came over you as you realized Sylvie Brett had been your EMT.
“What happened?” You asked a little out of breath.
“Hey you’re okay. It was just a car accident. Other driver was completely fine, Burgess and Atwater took him in. You were unconscious when we found you, but we think it was just from shock. You have no major injuries besides what may be a fracture on your left forearm, we’re taking you to med to have them run some more tests.”
Processing the information, you look at your left arm to see that it is definitely broken. Lucky for you, you can’t exactly feel it at the moment so you just sigh. After a few seconds you feel like you’re forgetting something. Wait. Shit.
“Do you think i’ll be able to make it to court in…” checking the time on your now broken watch, “15 minutes.” Fuck.
“I think you’ll be lucky if they don’t keep you overnight for observation,” She says will a wry smile.
“We’re about 3 minutes from med if that helps!” Chout tells from the drivers seat.
No Chout. It doesn’t help.
“Just my luck.” You mutter rolling your eyes.
When you arrived at Med, Will Halstead ended up being your doctor.
“Jeez Y/N, what’d you do this time?” He asks with a joking smile as you’re rolled into the treatment room.
“Oh y’know, the usual.” You joke back wincing a little as he checks your arm.
“Well, as you probably know this arm is definitely broken. April order a portable x-ray and push some pain meds for our dear Y/N here. As for right now since your lucid we can rule out any major injuries, I’m gonna do some more tests to make sure you don’t have a concussion but-”
“Y/N, what the hell happened?!”
Both you and Will look at the man who interrupted him, of course he showed up. Somehow despite you guys being broken up, he still shows up everywhere.
“Connor, what are you doing here?” You ask as he approaches you with more ease.
“Yeah, Connor, Y/N is my patient and I’m pretty sure this would still be considered conflict of interest.” Will adds on earning an eye roll from Dr. Rhodes.
“I’m still your emergency contact.” Connor says holding up your possessions in a matter of fact tone.
“Oh.” Is all your able to say before Will takes a big inhale.
“Well, I’m gonna come back when the x-ray gets here.” Will says a little awkwardly as he shuffles out of the room.
Connor hands sets your things at the foot of your bed earning a muttered thanks from you. Connor turns to leave, but ultimately turns around to stay.
“What happened?” He asks again more worried this time.
“I’m fine-”
“That’s not what I asked. You’re in my ED with a broken forearm and a narly cut on your head, what happened?” He asks folding his arms with a furrowed brow.
“Car accident. I got t-boned at the intersection next to the court house. Guy ran a red light…” You say sheepishly not looking Connor in the eye.
Before you know it Connor had marched his way over to you grabbing your jaw gently to get a better look at your head.
“The cut doesn’t seem too bad. Halstead should be able to close it without stitches.” Connor looked at you with soft eyes, the way he would when you guys were together. Still holding your face, you couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. Subconsciously leaning into his hold you look up at him through your lashes.
“Thanks for being here.”
Connor nods in response and finally lets you go. Sitting in the chair behind him you give him a quizzical look.
“I’m not leaving until you’re all taken care of. You shouldn’t have to sit here alone.” He says resting in the chair kicking one leg over the other.
You chuckle at his response and slightly frown.
“Before I leave I’ll make sure I take you off my emergency contact list,” You say avoiding his gaze.
“What? No? You don’t have to do that.” He says defiantly.
“Yes I do? We broke up remember.” You say finally looking at him again.
“Okay, well,”
“Exactly. There’s no reason you should be getting called when-”
“When you have an emergency? Yeah. Okay.” He interrupts you rolling his eyes.
“Connor, we’re not together anymore. Frankly it’s non of your business what emergencies I have.” You say shrugging. Having this conversation was hurting you more than you let on but it was necessary.
“Well what if we were together? Then what?” He asks making you furrow your brows.
“We’re not though?”
“But what if we were? What if we got back together?”
“We won’t. We wanted different things. We were never meant to work out.”
“But what if we wanted the same things? There’s no reason we should be broken up right now.”
“Connor! What do you want?! You left me!” You say finally snapping with tears coming to your eyes.
“I want you.” He says standing up and grabbing your hand.
“When I got the call that you got hurt, I finally realized that I couldn’t live without you. I’ve been trying for these last few weeks, to make you happy. We had the talk where we wanted different things, and I just made the choice for the both of us. It was wrong. You could’ve died today and I cannot live without you any longer Y/N.”
You deeply exhale as you let his words sink in.
“You just can’t cook on your own can you, Connor?” You asked semi-jokingly but also semi-serious.
Connor scoffs and puts a hand to his chest in disbelief. “Me? Not being able to cook without you? How dare you ever insinuate such a thing!”
Rolling your eyes you pull his hand that you’re still holding closer to you, bringing him down to your level.
Pressing a deep kiss to his lips he holds your face with his other hand. Only pulling away slightly you look into his eyes to try and see what he’s thinking.
“So do you want to try again?” He asks anxiously.
Kissing him again harshly he chuckles in response.
“Does that answer your question?” You ask him to which he smiles.
“Without a doubt.” He says leaning his forehead against yours.
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Drugged- TeenSister!Casey/ BigBrother!Matt Casey
Authors note: I honestly can’t remember who requested this as I have been working on this for a while now. This is out of my comfort zone for writing, but I gave it my best shot. I hope you enjoy and this finds the person who asked for it!
Warning: implied/ suspicion of being roofied, mentions vomiting, cursing
Summary: After getting coffee, you show signs of being roofied. Your big brother, God father, and your firehouse family come to the rescue.
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On your way to the firehouse from school, you dropped by your favorite coffee shop. You’re a frequent customer, coming in once or twice a day, so you knew almost all the staff and most of the usual patrons. Now that you think about it, it’s very rare for you to see anyone that isn’t a regular. You intended to make the stop quickly, seeing as the snow was coming down heavier by the minute. Many of the roads were already thoroughly frozen over as the unexpected snow storm came into Chicago. You ran into the bathroom quickly, leaving your bag at the counter after ordering your drink.
Once you emerged, you thanked the cashier, taking your bag and coffee before heading out the door. By the time you reached the firehouse, a few blocks away, you had just began taking long swigs your coffee as it finally cooled enough not to scald your tongue. You separated from the group that you joined, waving at a few familiar faces that walked into the apartments across the street as you made your way into the firehouse. What you failed to realize was the stranger, who had to be at least in his mid-twenties, who had followed your little group to the intersection.
You greeted your god father and the rest of Squad, who was sitting at the table cleaning tools as they waited for a call. You hugged everyone, getting a kiss on your temple from Kelly, before retreating into the much warmer firehouse. Though Kelly had on a couple heaters in the bay, the chill still seemed to leak in.
As you made your way into the common room, you began to feel lightheaded. You smiled and greeted everyone, acting like nothing was wrong as you made your way into the kitchen. At this point, you had consumed most of your coffee, so you figured you were either dehydrated or overheated, so you made a beeline for a bottle of water. You pulled one out of the fridge and attempted to open it when Matt came in.
“Hey sis. Need some help there?” Matt asked, slightly teasing but also slightly concerned. You could always open things on your own and joked that you didn’t need a man’s help. When you nodded, Matt went to take the bottle, but you dropped it.
You bent down to pick it up, only to pop back up and black out, falling straight into Matt. You could hear the commotion that your little scene made, feel Matt lower you to the ground, and heard multiple voices calling your name. Upon opening your eyes, everything looked hazy.
Matt was cradling you in his arms, leaning into your line of sight. “Y/n. Hey. Talk to me. Can you hear me?” Matt kept asking, looking around at your family in search of Sylvie or Violet before coming back to meet your eyes.
You groaned, reaching up to rub your eyes as you tried to focus on anything at all. You heard running footsteps before Kelly and Sylvie came into your line of sight.
“What happened?” Brett questioned, immediately helping Kelly shed your coat and cut your shirt open before hooking you up to the portable monitor that Kelly had grabbed from her when they ran in.
“She just collapsed.” Matt said, holding you up slightly in his arms.
Kelly reached a hand up, brushing your hair back as he checked for a fever. “No fever. What’s wrong squirt?” Kelly asked, swiping your flyaways back and out of your eyes.
“Tired and dizzy. Don’t feel good.” You slurred, clutching your eyes shut as the slight movement Matt made had your head swimming.
“When did this start?” Sylvie asked, continuing to check you over.
“Just now.” You said, reaching for Kelly to find some sort of stability. “What is happening? Help me.” You whimpered, squeezing the hand Kelly took in his.
“Shhhh. Just relax.” Kelly soothed, running a hand over your forehead.
“What’s going on?” You heard the Chief ask, walking into the common room with some news only to be met with a whole other situation.
“She just collapsed. Something’s wrong.” Hermann answered, motioning to you still laid in Matt’s arms as Sylvie tended to you and Kelly helped attempt to sooth your shaking form.
“Well, I came to tell everyone that we have been grounded. Nobody leaves until we get the all clear.” Boden replied. “Can we treat her here Brett?” Boden asked, concerned for his youngest niece.
Brett nodded as she looked between Kelly and Matt who gave her a reassuring look. “We can monitor her here. She doesn’t seem to be in any danger. Her stats are a bit lower than I would like, but I think some fluids could help.” Brett replied, a look of pure concentration on her face.
Kelly quietly cursed as he processed the information. “Brett. I’ve seen this before. I think she’s been drugged.” Kelly said, taking the pin light she then offered to look into your eyes.
Your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the invasion of light. You turned your head and tried to hide it in Matt’s stomach. “Nooo. Please dad. No more. Make her stop.” You moaned, taking the hand Kelly had released and covering your face.
Everyone looked at each other at your words. Your dad has been dead for at least 8 years and you haven’t seen your mom since. Kelly handed the penlight back to Sylvie as Violet nudged her way into the little circle everyone had created around you.
“I’ve got the fluids and the oxygen just incase she has been roofied.” Violet announced, immediately working on getting a line as Matt tried to soothe you. You were moaning and writhing under all the hands that were around you. You were completely unaware of the situation now, only scared that your mom was coming to take you from your dad.
“Sweetheart. It’s alright. It’s Matt. I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen. I won’t let anything happen.” Matt soothed, wiping your face as tears spilled and mixed with the sweat that was starting to bead on your skin. ”Brett. She’s getting pretty clammy and pale.” Matt said, taking a cloth that Hermann had grabbed to wipe the sweat and tears away.
Brett nodded and looked over your face before making brief eye contact with Matt. “Y/n. Sweetie? Talk to me. How do you feel?” Brett asked, looking at the monitor before moving up toward your head to get in your line of sight.
“Not good. Tummy hurts. Hot and cold.” You slurred, reaching for Matt now that Sylvie wasn’t holding your arm.
Brett nodded and took her stethoscope out. “How’s your breathing? Your vitals are a bit lower than normal, but not dangerous. What do you feel?” Brett asked before she listened to your lungs. They were raspy and sounded strained.
“It’s hard.” You slurred, taking your hand from clutching Matt’s shirt to cover your tummy. “Matty. Don’t feel good.” You whimpered, looking up at your big brother.
Matt cooed and ran his hand through your hair once again. “I know baby. I know. You gonna be sick?” Matt asked, looking at the paramedics and your godfather who was knelt next to your shoulder.
You nodded as your eyes welled with tears. You hate throwing up more than anything in the world. Vomiting is the one thing you are terrified of. Your family scrambled to find anything to use as a receptacle as your face paled further. Matt, ever the big brother, immediately cupped his hands under your chin just incase, but Chief was quick to grab the trash can just next to the door as the two paramedics helped Matt and Kelly roll you onto your side and over the trash can at your first heave.
Some of the firefighters left the room as you got sick, not able to handle the situation. Cruz, Gallo, Hermann, Ritter, Stella and Mouch stayed around to be of any assistance. Kelly and Matt were cooing and murmuring words of comfort as Violet and Sylvie spoke between each other and the Chief held the trash can in place.
“It’s okay. Your gonna be okay. Just get it up.” Kelly encouraged, supporting your back and holding you steady.
“Okay baby. There we go. It’s alright sweetheart. Shhhhh.” Matt whispered, attempting to calm you as you sobbed between heaves. He held the side of your head to keep you stabilized and rubbed between your shoulder blades. “Breathe. You gotta breathe.” Matt reminded you as he heard you struggle to catch your breath.
“Her oxygen is dropping.” Brett muttered to herself and Violet. “Kidd. Go grab some Zofran from the rig. Maybe a couple rounds of epi just to be on the safe side.” Brett ordered, not even looking up at Stella.
“You got it.” Stella hollered, already running out into the apparatus floor.
“Brett?” The Chief said to get her attention. Once Sylvie looked up and made eye contact, he continued. “We still got this?” He asked.
Brett thought for a moment. “Here’s the deal. If her stats drop dramatically, we gotta roll one way or another. Ice storm or no ice storm. I am going to do everything in my power to control this. If I have to use the epi, we will need to get her to med.” Brett explained, giving it to them straight. “Right now, her heart rate is 64, oxygen is 90 and blood pressure is 112/73. If she drops below a heart rate of 50, oxygen of 85, or blood pressure of 90/60, I won’t be equipped to control this situation much longer.”
Everyone nodded, but stayed quiet as they thought and watched the monitor. Kidd wasted no time in gathering her supplies and slid next to Violet, handing her the medications and syringe. Violet was quick to administer the Zofran as Mouch held the bag of fluids up for her to access the line a bit easier.
“Guys. She’s fading.” Kelly warned, feeling you get heavy in his hands. Your tremors ramped up as you slumped back into Kelly’s hands and Matt’s lap.
“Cruz. Go get the squad ready to go. Ritter and Gallo, grab everyone you can to help Cruz get ready. Get snow chains on the squad and get the plow on the buggy. We gotta roll as soon as possible.” The Chief instructed, reaching around the small trash can to push flyaways back from your face and get a good look at you. “She’s out Matt.”
“Kelly, keep her on her side. We gotta keep her in a recovery position. She’s still vomiting a bit.” Brett noted, giving the order as she looked at your face. Your eyes were clenched shut and your face was pinched in pain. Small whimpers escaped as you wheezed and struggled to get good air.
“Shhh sweetheart. It’s okay. We got you. Matty has you.” Matt whispered, helping stabilize your head as Kelly and Brett turned you onto your left side. Matt has always protected you, but he couldn’t stop this.
“We got her man.” Kelly soothed, patting Matt on the shoulder. “And we have you princess. It’s gonna be okay.” Kelly murmured in your ear, rubbing your back.
“Hermann, go grab the backboard for me. We can put her on there to transfer her, but we gotta try to keep her in the recovery position.” Brett instructed, turning to look at your vitals. “We gotta get ready to move. She dropping fast. I’m going to try the epi to see if I can get her heart rate back up.” Brett announced to what was left of your family. “Keep fighting for us sweetie. We gotcha.” Brett muttered, taking the epi from Violet and administered it directly to your Iv.
As soon as Hermann got the back board and filled in the group on the progress being made on the apparatus floor, they began to transfer you. Your heart rate and blood pressure were coming up with the combination of epi and fluids, but your oxygen was staying around 88. The guys were putting on the final pieces of equipment when they got you loaded onto the truck.
“Here. Get this oxygen on her.” Violet instructed Kelly, handing him the mask.
Kelly gently placed the oxygen mask over your face and grabbed his phone while he heard the chief letting dispatch know the situation. Kelly quickly dialed the one person he knew would get you immediate help. “April. I have a situation.” Kelly said as soon as the nurse answered.
“What’s wrong?” April replied.
“Y/n’s been roofied. We are pulling out of the house now. We have her loaded onto the squad with Boden clearing a path. We pushed epi and Zofran and we have her on oxygen and fluids. She isn’t doing too hot. We are gonna need a room and some help when we get there.” Kelly said, placing his phone between his shoulder and ear so that he could help turn you back on your side.
“I’m on it. ETA?” April asked, immediately running around the desk to Maggie and writing ‘Y/n roofied. Trauma 2?’ On a piece of paper as she waited for Kelly’s reply.
“8 minutes. The snows bad.” Kelly replied, looking out the window as the sirens blared and the lights flashed, reflecting off of every surface and every snowflake.
“Got it. Bring her into Trauma 2. Maggie, Will, Nat and I will be waiting for you.” April instructed as she moved to grab supplies and get ready for you.
“Thanks April.” Kelly sighed before hanging up. Then he dialed the one detective he knew he could count on.
“Halstead.” Jay answered, not even bothering to look at his phone before he answered.
“Jay, it’s Kelly. I need your help man.” Kelly said, looking at you in his best friend’s arms.
“What’s up?” Jay replied, turning his full attention to the conversation at hand.
“I’m fairly certain that y/n has been roofied. We are on our way to med right now in the squad. I need you to find the asshole that did this to her. She had a coffee from y/f/cs (your favorite coffee shop), so I would start there.” Kelly informed the detective, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
“The cup still at the station?” Jay asked, standing and grabbing his badge and weapon from his desk as he made his way to tap Hailey’s desk and lead her to Voight’s office.
“Yeah. Be careful man. It’s nasty out here.” Kelly replied. “And thanks. Keep me posted.”
“Right back at you man. Give her our love. We will find this son of a bitch.” Jay reassured before hanging up the phone.
No matter what, you had a family that would never let you down. No snow storm could keep them from getting you help and finding whoever hurt you.
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Prompt: “I could’ve helped.”
Set in season 12
She’s frozen.
She’s actually physically stuck in front of the tv in the common room. Stella or Violet is behind her, bracing her shoulders.
She can’t move. She can’t think. Her heart is free falling in her damn chest. The tv is broadcasting a breaking news story about a recent shooting.
A shooting in Portland at a firehouse. The firehouse Matt works at. The station her fiancé went to this morning for one of his last shifts.
The one where the reporter has announced multiple injuries on site. The one a gang member walked into and fired shots.
“Brett.”
The voice is muffled by her internal panic but then Severide is kneeling next to her. He looks worried but also confident. “I’m sure he’s okay. He probably wasn’t involved.”
It’s the probably that is tearing her soul. She can’t help but think about the last firehouse shooting at 51. She witnessed him take a bullet, but it was different then. They were friends. They hadn’t fallen in love yet.
Now, she’s the most in love with him (and anyone) she’s ever been. Now he’s the man she’s marrying and building a family with.
She’s white knuckling her phone, willing for Matt to call her back. The second Kidd flagged her down when she got back, Sylvie called him. She called him once, twice, three times and a few dozen after that.
He won’t answer.
“I…this isn’t real,” she whispers, tears filming her eyes. She looks at Severide, then behind her at Stella and the rest of 51. “Right? Tell me this isn’t happening.”
Obviously, no one can.
She doesn’t know if he’s okay. She doesn’t even know if he’s alive. Her head is spinning, and her heart physically hurts.
Mouch places a hand on her back from his spot beside her on the couch. His reading glasses are perched on the edge of his nose as he scrolls on an iPad. “I’m going to find you flight, okay? Just in case.”
Oh god, this isn’t happening. She’s going to pass out.
Severide squeezes her knee. “Boden is making calls. He’ll find something out. It’s going to be fine.”
She appreciates his comfort, but he doesn’t know that. Her voice shakes when she speaks. “Severide, I can’t…”
Lose him.
He nods. “I’m sure he’s fine.”
She’s about to point out the facts but then her phone vibrates in her hand. She almost breaks her neck checking the ID.
She springs from the couch and instantly answers, pushing her way past 51 towards the kitchen. “Matt.”
She hopes it is him and not someone calling from his phone to deliver the worst news possible.
“Hey, I’m okay.”
The sound of his voice breaks her resolve. She lets out a sob and covers her mouth. Her relief, however, worries all of 51. Severide looks panicked from her reaction.
She gives them all a thumbs up to communicate he’s fine. All of 51 looks relieved too.
She’s probably going to be a wreck over this phone, so she wants privacy. She exits the common room and heads towards the locker area.
“Oh my god,” she cries. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he assures. “I’m sorry. I just got my phone. I would’ve called you sooner.”
She’s just glad he’s calling now. She sits on the floor against her locker. “I’m just so relieved you’re alive. I…I can’t even imagine what I would do if…”
“Hey, don’t go there,” he whispers. “I’m perfectly okay.” He pauses for a second. “Well, more or less.”
Now that she thinks about it, she has heard a lot of voices in the background. It doesn’t sound like he’s home.
“Are you in the hospital?”
He hesitates which gives away the answer.
“Baby, what happened? How bad is it? How could you not lead with that? What hospital?”
He chuckles. “It’s nothing. It’s just a graze.”
What does that mean? What kind of graze?
“Did you get shot?!”
“No, not technically,” he says. “I was grazed by a bullet. I’m fine.”
She’s equally terrified and furious. Matt downplays his injuries. She has no idea what he’d define as a graze.
“You’re not fine. You were shot. Where? Has a doctor seen you yet? Have they disinfected the wound?”
“Honey.” His voice is full of fondness. “I’m okay. A bullet grazed my arm. I barely lost any blood and I needed only a few stitches. Now I’m just waiting for discharge papers. I swear to you, miss paramedic, I’m fine.”
She has a hard time believing that but she’s going to try for her own sanity. “Okay. Okay, you’re fine. How is everyone else?”
He sighs. “Everyone is going to make it. The guy who fired the gun definitely isn’t though. We’re all okay for the most part.”
That’s a relief. She’s gotten to know the people he worked with while in Portland. She likes everyone there.
“I wish I could’ve been there,” she whispers, shutting her eyes. A tear rolls down her cheek.
“I don’t. Sylvie, I don’t want you anywhere near that. I’m just glad you’re safe in Chicago,” he replies. “Plus, there isn’t anything you could’ve done.”
She’d argue that.
“I could’ve helped. I’m a paramedic and you’re, you know, my man. I could’ve taken care of you.”
He laughs. “Your man, huh?”
Sylvie grins. “Yes.” She glances down at her engagement ring and blinks back tears. “I just…I really thought I lost you, Matt.”
“Hey, that’s never going to happen,” he replies. “Do you really think I’d let a little bullet get in the way of making you my wife after all these years?”
She smiles because she knows he’s right. He’d fight like hell to come home to her but that doesn’t mean terrible things can’t happen.
“I love you so much,” she says. “And if you were here right now, I’d kill you for doing this to me and Severide.”
“Well good thing I’m in Portland then. I know what you’re capable of and it’s scary as hell.”
He’s such a dork.
“Hey, I love you so much too, baby,” Matt says. “And I’m genuinely sorry I scared you. I’ll make it up to you when I’m back in Chicago.”
She’ll hold him to that.
#brettsey#based on a prompt#prompts#sylkiddsey prompts#i don’t think you understand#how much willpower it takes to NOT write pre-canon brettsey#down to like three prompts though!#I hope you all aren’t sick of these yet
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“You flinched.” + Brettsey
This one is AU featuring firefighter Brett and doctor Casey!
Sylvie winces as she massages her shoulder. Based on her basic EMT training, she didn't think it was dislocated. She could still move it anyway without much discomfort or pain.
She sighs, leaning back against the cold, metal chair in the Med waiting room. All of 51 was there waiting for news on Otis. Poor guy had been shot in that call where Sylvie had ducked haphazardly to avoid the bullets flying around, landing on her left shoulder.
"You flinched."
She glances at Stella next to her, raising an eyebrow at her fellow firefighter.
"You flinched - just now. You should really get that shoulder checked out," she advises.
"Later - I want to know how Otis is doing first," Sylvie mumbles.
It had been an hour since he went in for surgery. She tries not to relive the whole thing. She knew growing up in Chicago was dangerous but she never expected something like that ever to happen during a call. She sends a prayer upward, hoping her friend would be okay. She and Otis had known each other since their days in the Academy. By some sheer luck, she got transferred onto truck 81 two years ago, almost the same time as Stella, and the three of them together with Joe had been thick as thieves ever since. She couldn't imagine a life without Otis.
The sliding doors open up, drawing everyone's attention. They glance as Connor Rhodes walks into view. They all stand up, walking towards the trauma surgeon.
"Otis is going to be fine," he announces, "it's going to be a long road to recovery but with rigorous physical therapy, he should be able to get back to work in a few months."
Sylvie breathes a sigh of relief as everyone around he rejoice at the good news. They were going to have to deal with a floater for a few months but Otis would be back in no time.
Stella pokes her in the shoulder.
"Ouch," she lets out unintentionally, shooting daggers at Stella.
"Time to see a doctor, Brett," Stella reminds her, "luckily we are in a hospital."
"I'll be fine," she tells Stella, brushing it off. She thinks it might just be a bruise forming. She'll ask one of the paramedics to check on it when they get back to the firehouse. Foster did still owe her for introducing her Lana, the lady that ran the mobile rig command center.
"Nope - you are coming with me."
Stella grabs her by her suspenders, walking purposefully towards the ED entrance.
"Hey!"
Stella doesn't relent. She asks Maggie, the charge nurse, if any doctors were available to check on Sylvie quickly. She explains the situation and the nurse nods, calling over a doctor Sylvie didn't recognize. He was tall, had broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair and warm, blue eyes.
Honestly, he was very handsome.
Objectively speaking of course.
"Dr. Casey, Brett here needs her shoulder checked," Maggie informs him, handing him an iPad.
He smiles at her, "sure - bay 3 free?"
"All yours."
As Stella bids Sylvie a quick goodbye, she nudges the blonde firefighter, "bet you're thanking me now, huh?"
She blushes, pushing Stella away, rolling her eyes when the other firefighter snickers in response.
Her cheeks redden even more when she realizes Dr. Casey observe the whole interaction.
"Sorry," she says, twisting her watch band absentmindedly.
He shakes his head, "nothing to be sorry about."
He leads her to a bay, asking her to take a seat on the bed as he closes the curtains.
"Can you tell me what happened?" He asks, glancing down at his iPad, pushing a few buttons before looking up once more, sending her a soft, encouraging smile.
She doesn't know what makes her spill her guts to the doctor. Somehow, he males her feel at ease immediately, a certain calmness washing over her at being in his presence. Maybe it was how he was looking at her, like he genuinely cared about what she was going to say.
Yeah, maybe it was the solemn yet attentive expression on his face.
Did she mention he was handsome? That look made him 10 times even more handsome.
Gosh. She really didn't need to thirst over the new doctor. He was just doing his job.
She recounts the whole ordeal, realizing it as the first time she was speaking it out loud since this morning. She tells him about how it was just a routine call - they were firefighters and were used to putting out fires only this time, there was a room that had guns in it that apparently were semi automatic and rigged to fire at random. She and Otis were in the room searching for victims. She managed to call a warning and duck behind the bed, causing the trouble with her shoulder, but Otis wasn't so lucky.
Unintentionally, she lets it slip how terrified she was for Otis, of potentially losing another person she loved in the line of duty, how she tried to remember what was taught at the Fire Academy about applying pressure to wounds while waiting for what felt like forever for the paramedics to show up, how she was glad that Otis would be alright.
"I'm really sorry," she tells him sheepishly, "you don't need to hear all this."
He shakes his head once more, eyes full of understanding, "don't apologize. You do need to talk about things like that. It can be heavy dealing with it alone. I get it."
She smiles softly at him. It was like she was talking to someone she had known for years. He was right too. Firefighters were often tough but Sylvie knew mental health and emotional well being should be their priorities too, especially with how hard their line of work could be - not all calls resulted in rescues. There were grim days when they became recoveries.
"Thank you, Dr. Casey," she says earnestly.
"Nah - no need to thank me."
He asks if it was okay for her to pull up her top so he could check on her shoulder more closely. She nods, thinking nothing of it until it dawns on her. She tries not to blush again because today she chose to wear the one lacy bra she had in her underwear drawer.
Hey, it was the only one left because laundry day isn't scheduled until tomorrow.
She pulls up her grey shirt carefully as the doctor slips on a pair of surgical gloves. She tries hard not to look at him. She's sure he's seen a lot of women in their undergarments.
Darn it. She didn't mean that.
She meant at the hospital, of course, while examining them - for medical purposes only.
He begins to slowly knead the portion of Sylvie's shoulder that she pointed was the place she thinks she landed on. He does it carefully, clinically like any good doctor would. Curiosity getting the better of her, she chances a glance at him, noticing how his own cheeks seem to have reddened. When their eyes meet, he averts his gaze, clearing his throat.
"Doesn't feel dislocated," he tells her lowly, "but there may be some bruising or swelling so I suggest icing it whenever you can so it'll heal faster."
"Got it," she says as she lowers her top, smoothing it out, "thanks doc."
He smiles at her, "in case you feel any pain after a week, feel free to swing by. I can check on you shoulder or write your script for some pain meds."
She nods, swinging her legs back and forth, "thank you again - not just for checking me out but for listening too."
Few people were good listeners in her option and Dr. Casey was definitely a good one, especially since she unloaded so much about the day to him.
"No worries," he states, one hand going to the back of his neck, awkwardly massaging it, like he was debating something internally.
She wonders briefly if the tiny hint of a connection she felt wasn't all in her head.
When doesn't speak, she swallows down a bit of her own disappointment.
"Right."
They stare at each other for a few seconds. She's unsure of what to do and he doesn't seem to know too.
She clears her throat, jumping off the bed, pointing towards the door, "I, uh, I should get back to everyone. Thank you again, Dr. Casey."
"Call me Matt," he blurts out before his eyes go wide, like he couldn't believe he just sad that.
She lets out a laugh, "call me Sylvie then."
He grins.
"I'll see you around, Matt," she states before turning around to leave.
She pulls back the curtain, taking a step out of the room when she hears him call out to her.
She turns back around, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Here's my card," he says, handing her a calling card, "feel free to call me if you want to schedule an appointment."
She takes the card from him, glancing at it before tucking it into her turnout pants pocket. She nods at him.
He seems to be debating something internally again.
"Or feel free to call if you need anyone to talk to - anytime."
She furrows her eyebrows at him, not quite sure what to make of it. Was he offering to be her therapist or something? It was sweet of him to offer but she already had a therapist she loved.
"Thanks," she says, "I'll keep that in mind."
He frowns, signaling for her to not walk away just yet.
"Jesus, this is coming out all wrong," he grumbles.
"What is?"
"I, uh, I was hoping to ask you out for a drink," he states before smiling shyly at her.
Her heart leaps to her throat at his words. Guess he felt it too.
She smiles, "there's a bar called Molly's. It's owned by a few firefighters from 51. I'm usually there off shift. I'll text you the address."
She sees his shoulder visibly relax, "great. I'll see you there."
He claps his hands awkwardly but it makes Sylvie laugh. She thinks about how adorable and completely dorky he was being, endearing himself further to Sylvie.
"I'll see you there," she confirms.
As she's walking back towards the rest of her house, she thinks that maybe she'll buy Stella a drink for pushing her to get checked out. Something tells her getting a date out of it with someone who seemed sweet and genuine was just the tip of the iceberg.
#brettsey#it's a meet cute and an AU#I don't usually do AUs but felt like it this time#it's fun to play with characters
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Accepting fan fic prompts #OneChicago
I want to get back to writing regularly and I desperately need some inspiration. I am hoping you lovely people on here can help me! I am looking to create some one-shots and drabbles so please send me your prompts and requests for any of the following One Chicago pairings:
April/Ethan
Ava/Connor
Blake/Gianna
Crockett/Natalie
Sylvie/Brett
Violet/Sam
I would very much prefer *not* to write smut but might be willing to attempt it if need be. We'll see lol Request away!
#mancel#one chicago#natalie manning#crockett marcel#blake gallo#gianna mackey#chicago med#chicago fire#sylvie brett#matt casey#violet mikami#sam carver#brettsey#fanfic#writing prompt#accepting prompts#fanfiction#rhekker#chexton
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Someday feels a hell of a lot closer now
Summary - Returning from a call, Matt Casey was the last person Sylvie expected to see at the firehouse. She had always imagined a reunion, him calling to say he was coming back, that he loved her and they could be together.
But he hasn’t called.
Maybe he had moved on. She had after all, well she had tried to. But do you ever really move on from the love of your life?
Notes - I’m not sure what 11x18 is going to bring in terms of Brettsey (and I’m currently spiralling at the promo pics) but in my mind they are still very much in love so I had to write a little something. AO3 Link
He was the last person she expected to see when they returned from their call that morning. It hadn’t been a particularly dramatic or traumatising call however Sylvie had barely slept the night before, her mind unable to shut off and allow her to find the rest she needed, so she was running on fumes. And now he was standing in front of her. She had imagined his return before, had seen herself running and jumping into his arms, letting him hold her tightly, refusing to be separated again. But she had always anticipated she wouldn’t be caught out, that he’d call her, tell her he was coming back, that he loved her and they could be together. She knew it was probably wishful thinking, she herself had moved on after all. Well she had tried to move on, but do you ever truly move on from the love of your life?
‘Casey!’ Violet said, the surprise evident in her tone. With a quick glance to her partner who was still rooted to the spot, she walked towards him and embraced him in a quick hug.
‘Hey Violet,’ he said, clearly happy to see her but his gaze was fixed firmly on the blonde still standing in the entrance to the room. Her arms had come up around herself, acting as a shield to stop herself doing something, although Casey wasn’t sure what. Throwing herself into his arms, slapping him across the face, turning tail and running, a combination of all the above. But she did nothing, just stood there.
Not wanting to cause a scene, he turned back around to converse with the other members of the house, the ones more obvious in their joy of his return. Sylvie slipped out of the room quietly, needing some time to process without the eyes of her housemates judging her every action.
Stella watched from her position at the back of the room, noticing how the colour had drained from her friend's face when she had seen her old flame in the break room. When Stella had invited Casey here to help her on a special task force, she had assumed he would speak to Brett, send her a text at least, let her know he was visiting. But judging by the look on her face, that hadn’t occurred and she had been blindsided.
She found Sylvie just a few moments later pacing back and forth in her office, teeth worrying her bottom lip, one hand continually running through her hair.
‘He’s here? What’s he doing here Stella?’ Sylvie said, not slowing her pacing as she questioned her friend.
‘Why don’t you sit down-’ Stella started before Sylvie shook her head.
‘I can’t, he’s here.’ Her voice broke when she said again, ‘he’s here.’
Realising she was unlikely to be able to calm her down enough to break the news, Stella just bit the bullet, ‘I invited him.’ Sylvie’s head shot up as she halted immediately at Stella’s words.
‘What?’
‘You know this task force the CFD asked me to assist on?’ Sylvie nodded her head slowly in response. ‘Well I called Casey and asked for his help, I’m well out of my comfort zone here and Kelly said Casey had been through this before so would probably be able to help. I thought he’d tell you Sylvie, I really did. I thought it would be better coming from him, but that clearly didn’t happen. I’m so sorry Vie,’ she said realising that the anger she had felt from Sylvie when she entered the room at being blindsided had ebbed away. Her friend sank onto the bed, her shoulders slumping forwards, all the fight draining from her.
‘He didn’t,’ she muttered. ‘I didn’t matter enough for him to let me know.’ She was speaking so quietly that Stella could barely hear her, her words clearly more for herself than for anyone else.
‘I’m sure that’s not the case Sylvie,’ Stella said as she took a seat next to her.
‘It would have taken a second to text me, to say he was coming back, so I wouldn’t feel like this,’ she gestured to herself as a few tears started to make their way down her cheeks. ‘Like someone has a hold of my heart and won’t let go. Does he not feel like this too? Like he can’t breathe.’ She dropped her head into her hands. ‘I thought I was over this,’ she mumbled, her voice distorted by the pressure of her hands against her face.
Stella just let her friend talk, she had no words that would provide any comfort. She was sure that there was a reason that Matt hadn’t reached out to let Sylvie know he was coming back, but until she knew what it was, she’s sure her soothing words would be of no use. Everyone knew how Sylvie felt about Matt, they had all seen how broken she was when he left, even though she supported his decision. They all knew about Matt’s feelings for Sylvie too, the truck crew especially, they had seen him jump out of a moving vehicle when the paramedic's life was in danger. The whole house had rejoiced when the pair finally made the move and got together, had been entertained at their attempts to keep it under wraps, had seen how much happier they had been together when their relationship finally moved from the will they won't they to the they definitely will status.
A gentle knock on the door shocked them both, and Sylvie jumped to her feet and turned around quickly so her back was facing the figure of the man who was causing the anguish she was currently feeling.
‘Sorry to disturb,’ Casey said, the apology evident in his tone. ‘We’re needed in the conference room Kidd.’
‘Yep, okay then,’ Stella said as she got to her feet, glancing back over her shoulder to where Sylvie was still standing with her back to them. She completely understood - Brett didn’t want Casey to see the effect his return had had on her.
‘I’ll meet you there,’ he said to her quietly, nodding towards Sylvie as he spoke. Stella shot him a wary look, a warning. ‘Just a moment,’ he said, reassuring her so she nodded and left the two alone.
‘Sylvie,’ he started, hoping that she would turn around but when it was evident she wouldn’t, he continued. ‘I’m sorry. I should have told you, but every time I tried, I just didn’t know what to say. I’d really like to talk later, if you want to. Just call me after shift and I’ll meet you wherever.’ He received no response to his words, so he turned to follow Stella. On almost a second guess, he turned around again. ‘I understand if you don’t want to, but really, I am sorry.’
Leaving Sylvie alone to silently cry in Stella’s office, the dam had broken at his final words. Hearing his voice again, the voice that had told her that he was in love with her and no one else, the one that had whispered words of love into her ear whilst simultaneously making her feel things no one had ever made her feel before. The same voice that had haunted her dreams for months after she had made that dreaded phone call.
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She thought about it for the entirety of the remainder of their shift, about sending him a text, about giving him a call. The pros and cons constantly waging a war inside her head, each side winning and losing at equal rates. Her head was starting to throb with the continued back and forth.
He and Stella had been kept out of the firehouse all day dealing with their task force and when Stella had returned just after dark, Casey hadn’t been with her.
‘He’s staying at the loft so has headed back there,’ Stella had said to the unanswered question when she had sat next to Sylvie on the break room couch.
‘Should I call him?’ Sylvie asked quietly. ‘If you were me, would you call him?’ She added, sensing Stella’s apprehension.
‘If I was you, I’d want to know his reasons. Matt Casey doesn’t do anything without a reason, we both know that. But I can also understand if you want to close the door on that completely.’
Sylvie nodded, pulling her legs up onto the couch to wrap her arms around them. ‘He said he was sorry,’ she mumbled, resting a cheek on her knee as she looked across at Stella.
‘I think he is, he’s not quite been himself for the rest of the day. I think it’s been on his mind. But it’s your decision girl, I’ll support you no matter what.’ She scooted closer to her friend, wrapping an arm around her and holding her close. ‘It’s up to you,’ she whispered and felt Sylvie nod in response.
After a few minutes of Sylvie finding comfort in her best friend’s arms, she voiced the decision she had been fighting over all day. ‘I’m going to text him.’ She felt Stella’s arms tighten around her. ‘I need to know.’
‘Okay,’ Stella said quietly, hoping that this wouldn’t end in heartbreak. She had had to pick up the pieces last time that had happened, and she prayed she wouldn’t have to again.
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Matt had hoped with everything he had that Sylvie would reach out after he had left 51 but a part of him was still shocked when her text came through asking him to meet her at her apartment after shift the following morning.
He would lie if anyone asked about it but he had spent a little longer on his hair that morning and had tried on 3 different shirts before deciding on a plain blue button down before heading over to Sylvie’s.
He wasn’t sure what to expect behind her apartment door, so took a moment to compose himself. He couldn’t blame her if she was angry, if she was upset or even if she was numb to his words. But she deserved an explanation, deserved to hear it from him directly, she was too important to him to hear it from anywhere else.
He knocked gently and waited. It wasn’t that long ago that he would just let himself in, her apartment had quickly become a second home to him, providing them a place to be themselves together without an audience. The door had protected them from the outside world, but now it was acting as a barrier between him and the life she now led without him.
Sylvie opened the door and he was once again floored by her beauty. Her hair was longer than it had been when he had left, now flowing past her shoulders, the light reflecting off it in a glow of a halo. Her pink jumper looked soft and warm, and he had to stop himself from running his hand over the arm of it. The blue eyes that used to look at him with nothing but affection, were now filled with sadness. And he had to swallow at the thought that he was the cause of such an emotion. Eyes that gorgeous should never be sad.
‘Hey,’ she said quietly, opening the door wide enough for him to walk through without needing to side step her.
‘Hey,’ he echoed, unsure of what else to say. ‘Thanks for texting.’ She nodded in response with a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
‘Do you want something to drink?’ She offered, ever the hostess.
‘Umm, just a coffee thanks,’ he said, remaining awkwardly just inside the doorway as she headed into the kitchen to make him his requested beverage. Glancing around the room, he noticed very little had changed. The couch they had spent many nights on, both before and after they had gotten together, still the main feature in the room. The shelves that he had helped put up when Sylvie had caved and asked for his help were filled with various knick knacks that he knew she loved. The frame that used to hold a picture of them that Stella had taken at Molly’s was missing from its spot on the fireplace and he was sure if he ventured into her room, the drawers that used to house some of his clothes would be refilled with her own belongings.
It was odd to feel like a stranger in a place that had once brought him the most comfort.
‘Shall we sit?’ Sylvie said as she returned into the living room, her hands clutching two steaming cups of coffee. Her tone wasn’t cold but wasn’t as welcoming as he was used to, but he couldn’t blame her for that. He nodded and took a seat next to her on the couch.
‘I’m sorry,’ he started, knowing that he had already said it but wanted to solidify that he meant it.
Sylvie nodded, all her focus on the mug that she had her hands wrapped around.
‘I know I should have told you I was coming, it wasn’t fair to blindside you like that at the house.’
‘No, it wasn’t’, she said softly, there was no malice in her voice, just sadness.
‘I tried to text you multiple times, drafted and redrafted what I wanted to say, but nothing sounded right. So I thought I’d call but I wasn’t sure you’d have picked up,’ he said quickly, the words spilling out of him faster than he had intended.
‘I would have,’ Sylvie muttered, her gaze still on the cup.
‘I know,’ he said quietly, letting his head fall slightly. Of course she would have answered, if it had been her that called him he would have picked up in an instant. ‘I guess I just thought if I heard your voice then I’d lose all sense of self and wouldn’t have told you anyway.’ He chuckled softly and thought he might have noticed Sylvie’s shoulders loosen, if only for a fraction of a second.
‘When Stella called, I knew I had to come back and help. It was only after I agreed that I realised I should have spoken to you first, warned you, asked your permission.’
‘Matt,’ Sylvie said as she turned to look at him. It was the first time she had said his name since he had returned, and it was such a welcome sound. ‘You never need to ask my permission to come back. Chicago is your home’.
‘It’s your home too and I didn’t want you to think I was encroaching on your space, invading your life or something,’ he said almost bashfully. He hadn’t ever said any of this out loud but somehow being around her again, all his walls were crumbling down.
‘I don’t think that,’ she said quietly.
‘But there’s something more,’ Matt said and allowed himself a moment to get lost in her eyes again like he had done many times before.
‘Something more?’ Sylvie asked curiously.
‘I’m thinking of coming back,’ he said quietly, not allowing himself to remove his gaze from her face, desperately searching for any reaction to his statement. ‘Permanently’, he added in case his intent was not clear.
‘Oh,’ she said, quickly looking away from him and back down to her hands, her coffee remaining untouched.
‘Griffin’s due to start at the CFD academy in the fall and Ben’s applied to colleges on the East Coast, I think he wants a fresh start,’ Matt said, trying to conceal his upset that Sylvie wasn’t more excited at the prospect of him returning to the city.
‘Griffin will make an excellent firefighter, I’ll text him and let him know how proud I am of him, of both of them,’ she said softly.
‘I’m sure they’ll love to hear from you,’ Matt said and when Sylvie made no further comment he persisted. ‘It just makes no sense for me to stay in Portland if the reasons that I went there no longer exist.’
‘I guess not,’ Sylvie responded.
‘So I spoke to Boden whilst I was at the house, technically I am still on the books at the CFD so getting assigned back shouldn’t be too difficult. I don’t think it’ll be to 51 though, but it’ll be good to be back in the city and around friends again.’
‘I’m sure everyone will be excited to have you back.’
Matt decided to throw caution to the wind. ‘Would you be excited to have me back?’ But he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth when Sylvie’s expression shifted.
‘You can’t ask me that Matt,’ Sylvie said and he could hear her throat constricting as she spoke.
‘I’m sorry, it’s not my place,’ he said, and in an attempt to reset the conversation, took his still full coffee cup into the kitchen, dumping it out into the sink. He didn’t think he could drink it now even if he tried.
‘We haven’t spoken in months Matt,’ he heard Sylvie’s voice behind him and startled slightly, unaware that she had followed him.
‘I know, we decided it was best.’
‘Best for who,’ Sylvie muttered, picking at her long sleeves that she’d pulled over her hands.
‘I thought we…’ Matt tailed off.
‘We did, but…’ Sylvie glanced up at him, her eyes, glistening with tears, were as bright a blue as he had ever seen.
‘I know,’ he said, understanding her unspoken words. They had both agreed that it was more difficult to keep in contact when the possibility of them being together again was so far out of reach, but as the lack of contact remained, so did the ache of missing each other.
The need to reach out and take her into his arms was too much, he walked towards her but as he reached her she stopped him, her hand warm against his chest.
‘I’m seeing someone,’ she whispered, her head dipped low avoiding his eyes.
Her words knocked the wind out of him. In reality he shouldn’t be shocked, Sylvie was a beautiful, intelligent, driven woman, any man would be lucky to have her. He was lucky to have called her his for even a short time.
‘Oh,’ was all he said but he didn’t make the first move to step out of her space, and she didn’t remove her hand from where it rested just over his heart. ‘Is it serious?’ He asked before adding, ‘I apologise, it’s none of my business.’
‘He’s very sweet,’ she said quietly, not removing her hand to sever their connection, ‘but he’s not…’ she tailed off as she raised her gaze to meet his. The ‘you’ in her sentence remained unsaid but it hung thick in the air around them both.
‘When,’ she started and then, seeming to realise the awkwardness of their position, took a step back and pushed a loose strand of her back behind her ear. ‘When are you hoping to come back?’ She said, her voice steady as she spoke.
Matt cleared his throat before speaking, not trusting his voice would be equally steady. ‘Towards the end of the summer. I want to get Ben settled at school first and then be here so I can be close if Griff needs anything.’ Sylvie nodded at his words.
‘Makes sense,’ she said.
‘If I overstepped Sylvie,’ Matt said, sensing her discomfort. But she shook her head to shut him down.
‘You didn’t Matt, I should have said something but I didn’t…’ she flustered looking for her next words. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Sorry for what?’ He asked, unsure where the conversation was heading but not wanting to close it down as it seemed like she had something she wanted to get off her chest.
‘For wanting what I can’t have,’ she whispered, barely audible in the already quiet room.
‘Who says you can’t have it?’ He asked, tentatively taking another small step forward, not quite back into her bubble but close enough he could smell the raspberry body wash he knew was her favourite emanating from her skin.
‘Well, I can’t have it at this exact moment anyway, it’s not right. Dylan doesn’t deserve that. He’s a good guy,’ she said, a little more assuredly, lifting her gaze from the ground and meeting his line of sight.
‘But maybe someday, it will be right,’ he wanted so desperately to take her into his arms in that second, to remind her of what they had but he settled for reaching out to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
‘I think it will be,’ she said with a small smile, looking down at their joined hands and returning his squeeze.
‘Come to Molly’s tonight? I leave early tomorrow morning but wanted to spend the evening with everyone before I go.’ It felt as though their conversation had reached its natural conclusion but he didn’t want to get on the plane the next morning without seeing her again. He had spent so long apart from her that the need to be back within the same breathing space as her was a necessity.
‘Okay,’ she smiled gently, not immediately removing her hand from his, so as he backed away to the door, their contact remained until the last possible moment when her hand dropped to her side.
‘And Sylvie’, he said as he reached the door and turned around, ‘when I come back. If you want it, my heart still belongs to you.’ He smiled, not needing an answer or possibly not wanting to hear it, turned and exited the apartment, leaving Sylvie rooted to the spot, her eyes wide but her heart was full.
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The evening at Molly’s was lively, everyone excited to have Matt Casey back in their midst again. Sylvie was keeping her distance, not for the same reason she had the previous day, but because she wasn’t confident if she was in his space that she would be able to control her urge to reach out and touch him.
Matt smiled over at her on occasion, clearly having the same thought. They had separated earlier that morning with the promise of someday refreshed and alive in both their minds. Someday now felt like it was in reach and the thought of it was no longer an empty hope, but a tangible thing. The thought was proving to be a comfort to both of the pair.
‘You look cheery old friend,’ Hermann said as he handed over another beer to Casey from his side of the bar.
‘Just good to be back in Chicago,’ Matt said, smiling as he glanced over, Sylvie had laughed at something Violet had said from the corner at the other side of the room and his head had spun towards the sound without a second thought.
‘That just it, Captain?’ Hermann said with a grin, clearly digging for more information.
‘That’s it, Lieutenant,’ Matt said with a faux firmness, tipping his bottle in thanks before sidling off to continue his earlier conversation with Severide.
As the night drew to a close, Sylvie excused herself and made her goodbyes, hugging Violet tightly before turning to leave. Matt spotted her and hurried over.
‘Not leaving without saying goodbye, are you?’ he asked with a grin as she tugged on her jacket.
‘Figured it wasn’t goodbye this time,’ she said softly, smiling up at him.
Matt finally caved, he pulled her into him, wrapping his arms tightly around her and sighed when he felt her return the gesture, her small hands digging into his back.
‘Not this time,’ he whispered, quiet enough that only she could hear. He was sure if he took a moment to look around the bar, their friends would be giving them a few choice looks, but at this moment, he didn’t care. He had Sylvie back in his arms and the someday they had talked about felt a hell of a lot closer now than it ever had before. He tucked his face into her hair and let himself get lost in the possibility that the next time he held her like this, he wouldn’t have to go get on a plane, he wouldn’t have to let her walk out the bar alone, he wouldn’t have to let go at all.
#Brettsey#matt casey#sylvie brett#matt x sylvie#Chicago fire#one Chicago#brettsey fanfiction#one chicago fanfiction#chicago fire fanfic#Brettsey fic#Brettsey fanfic#chicago fire fic#Chicago fire fanfiction#one chicago fanfic#one chicago fic
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Chicago Fire
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey
Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey, Violet Mikami, Ben Darden, Griffin Darden, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Stella Kidd
Additional Tags: One Shot, Detour Series, Found Family, Team as Family, Slice of Life, True Love, Friendship/Love, Supportive Matt Casey, Boss Babe Sylvie Brett
Series: Part 7 of Detour
Summary:
Her last two days off were spent house hunting.
Amidst all the houses they viewed, they found one they both agreed was perfect. It had 5 bedrooms and three and a half baths. It was close to Matt’s new house and yet still not an unreasonable commute to 51. On days when Matt would have meetings at the Academy or HQ, those buildings were close as well. To top it all off, the school district it was in was one of the best in the county. Not an immediate concern for Julia, but certainly something they needed to think about.
NEW DETOUR ONE SHOT POSTED.
#sylvie brett#brettsey#matt casey#matt casey x sylvie brett#chicago fire#my fic#angellwings writes#detour series
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She was my best friend - Stellaride
Fandom: One Chicago
Pairing: Kelly Severide, Stella Kidd & Leslie Shay
A/N : Pure heartbreak 🥲 my all time favorite one shot I ever wrote.
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After Casey moved out of the apartment, Kelly and Stella’s relationship only kept progressing so they decided to start looking for a new place to move in, that would feel more homey and cozy rather than the big industrial loft that still held so many of their memories for the past few years.
With moving came a lot of packing which was the least exciting part of the whole process. As Kelly was out all morning buying some more storage boxes, Stella was left emptying a few last drawers before being completely done. She quickly came across a stack of CDs and one in particular stood out as it had the words ‘The Contract’ written on it. While usually not being one to snoop around, she frowned debating whether she should play it or not, ultimately deciding for it as curiosity took the best of her.
“Is it on? It’s on!” Kelly’s voice echoed through the room as he appeared on the big screen. “The contract, rule number one” a womanly voice could be heard immediatly followed by Kelly’s again “We promise to never get in each other’s business…Rule number two, no matter how much work gets to us we promise to never bring it home.” The camera turned around revealing Shay holding a bottle of tequila and a smile immediatly appeared on Stella’s face. She had never heared Shay’s voice and the only picture she saw of her was the one hanging on the wall at the firehouse, as Kelly did a great job at burying old memories that brought him so much pain. “We should also say that no matter how much life gets to us, we should never bring it to work. Because what we do is so much more important than all this.”
“Is that it? Any other rules?” Kelly could be heard asking as she passed the bottle of tequila to him.
“Just one! That we…we promise to be there for each other…always, no matter what.”
“Always”
Hearing someone clearing his voice behind her Stella jumped at the sight of Kelly standing in the doorway. He’d been there a while watching most of the CD play out.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to snoop through your stuff” she tried excusing herself just to be interrupted by him. “It’s fine, don’t sweat it.” Kelly sat down on the floor next to her, letting a deep breath out and pulling a box out of the drawer filled with pictures.
“You never told me much about her…” Stella said unsure, waiting to see how he’ll react so she’d know whether to drop it or not.
"She was my best friend…the purest soul I ever met, the only person I could trust for the longest time. On her first day at 51, my roommate had just moved out and she said she was looking for a new place to stay…so she moved in with me. We just clicked, like I never clicked with anyone before then…I can’t even explain it. We used to get on each other’s nerves sometimes but at the end of the day we only wanted the best for each other…we never fully respected this contract. When I injured my shoulder once on a call, she’d give me painkillers…took them from ambo and used to blame it on junkies stealing them during inventories. She’d went through so much trouble just because I was hiding an injury that would bench me for a few months…and I was so selfish because never once did I think about the possibility of her losing her job for what she was doing for me. At some point I wasn’t far from being addicted to them…I went cold turkey and in a matter of weeks I was clean…but just because she was there for me and never let me lose my focus. Then her ex showed up pregnant out of the blue, saying she still had feelings for her…which didn’t turn out too good but after that Shay kept saying she wanted a baby so bad and I thought it was some weird phase she was going through, but next thing I know we were at a fertility clinic talking about IVF and all these other procedures, but that fell through too…and that’s one of my biggest regrets, because now I’d still have a part of her here with me. Each time we fought it was because she wanted the very best for me and I didn’t want to listen and she kept pushing…man she was so stubborn. One time there was this bombing at Med, casualties everywhere and she stumbled, impaling herself in some kind of metal sticking out of the debris…she was losing so much blood but she patched herself up and kept working until she passed out…we barely kept her in bed, she wanted to go right back into the action. The days before her death we fought and we made up right before she went in that building…the building I carried her out of. Each morning after that I was waking up going to her room and hoping she’d be there…nagging me about eating her yogurt. You don’t realize how many useless fights you have with someone until they’re gone…you don’t appreciate them enough until they’re not there anymore one day. After her death I dissappeared for a while…I couldn’t go back home or to work, the thought of her was too painful and apparently it still is after all these years. When she died, I know a part of me went with her…something inside of me shifted and I wasn’t the same after that day. I wish you would’ve met her though…she would’ve loved you to the point where she would’ve tried to steal you from me.“ The two shared a laugh as Kelly’s voice slowly became more and more shaky and Stella gave his hand a comforting squeeze.
"I wish I’d met her too…I know we would’ve easily hit it off. ” Stella said looking at the pictures in front of her. “I’m sure if she was still here, she would be so proud of who you’ve become.”
“She would’ve kicked my ass so bad, each time the two of us had an argument…or each time I remotely made you upset.” He said as a small smile crept on his face at the thought of Shay scolding him when it came to relationships.
“Do you believe in soulmates Kelly?” Stella asked reciving a confused look from him in return “Because I think she was yours.”
“Then what are you?” He asked turning himself around to face Stella. “Hmm, I don’t know…but soulmates don’t have to be lovers, a soulmate is someone who gets you and connects to you on a level you can’t explain, it’s someone who inspires you to be a better person, someone you can carry with you forever and no matter what happens the love you have for them never dissappears…it’s you and Shay.”
Kelly thought after all these years he’d be able to say more than a few words about her without tears immediately appearing in his eyes, but oh boy he was so wrong. Shay will forever live on in his heart and he promised himself he’d never let her memory be forgotten.
#kelly severide#stella kidd#leslie shay#stellaride#shayveride#kelly severide one shot#kelly severide imagine#chicago fire#kelly severide fanfiction#stella kidd imagine#stellaride one shot#brettsey#upstead#matt casey#sylvie brett#hailey upton#jay halstead#chicago pd
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Passing
Characters: Sylvie Brett, Natalie Manning
Warnings: Cancer, Medical treatment, Swearing and Death
Summary: In which all the signs pass by you.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
*****
You were a paramedic. Growing up, that's all you wanted to be as you watched your midwife mother and your neurosurgeon father leave for work every day to save some lives.
Yes, it did mean not seeing them a lot and having a babysitter almost every day but as your grew, you only appreciated their absence. So, when they died in a car accident on the way home to you, their absence felt normal.
It felt normal but you hated it, hated how you could live so easily without them there. You acted so normal after their death that even you were referred to a therapist but even, she ruled out no depression or mental health problem.
Your aunt was given custody of you and that's who you stayed with. She looked after you and was always home, something you weren't used to. It was so odd to have a constant presence by your side that you didn't know how to act at times.
Then your aunt was taken from you too.
She was shot as the two of you were walking home. You were caught in the middle of a burglary and for some reason, the burglar decided to shoot at someone. That someone just so happened to be your aunt.
It was in that moment your paramedic dreams started. Watching as they were the first to the scene, before the police could even arrive, trying to stabilise her but no matter their efforts, she died on the way to the hospital.
Since you were eighteen, you were a legal adult and were left to fend for yourself. You struggled, grieving for the last person you called family and trying to get through an entirely different world called adulthood.
Somehow though, you narrowly made it through med school, deep in debt yes but with what felt like millions of side jobs while studying, you made it work.
Even now, there was still debts to pay off but at least you were better than before, living with people you could proudly call family, even if it wasn't by blood.
*****
Up until today, everything was good. You were happy, currently not in a relationship and were content with work. Not only that but you had yet to receive any big calls which meant being able to make and actually eat your breakfast.
Currently, your mug was missing, and you'd been emptying every cupboard and drawer, trying to look for it but you came out unsuccessful every time. This mug was special, it was the last thing of your aunts you had and if you lost it, the world would end.
Interrupting your search, your phone buzzed in your fleece pocket. Looking down at the name of the person calling, you frowned.
Walking out the common room, you found yourself a quiet corner before answering the call.
"Y/N L/N?"
You nodded before realising she couldn't see your movements. "Yep, that's me. What's up doc?"
The doctor hesitated before replying. "We were going through past files and stumbled across your mothers." She paused, trying to lay down the news on you carefully. "She had breast cancer."
Your heart dropped. What the fuck?
When you didn't reply, your doctor continued speaking. "This doesn't mean anything bad, you know that, but we'd like you to come in and get a mammogram."
She didn't say anything after that, expecting you to say something but after a minute of silence, she spoke again. "This Friday work for you?"
Licking your lips, you swallowed, you desperately needed a drink with your throat feeling as dry as a desert. "Friday."
Not bothering to hear what else the doctor had to say, you hung up.
With robotic movements, your legs moved on their own accord, leading you back to the common room where Sylvie was found with your missing mug.
"Hey, I found your mug..." She came to a stop, turning around to show your mug but found you frozen in the middle of the room in a trance like state.
Eyes void of any emotion, you licked your lips and shook your head in disbelief. You were in denial, none of this was real and you were going to wake up any moment and find this was all just a dream.
Blinking though, you were still in the firehouse.
Breathing in through your mouth, you shook your head frantically, not wanting to believe anything the doctor said but the rational side of you was screaming in your ear.
Placing the mugs on the counter, Sylvie came towards you, forcing you down on a chair where she bent down so she could look at you properly. All you needed to support in the moment, it didn't matter if it was your partner or any of the guys working in this firehouse.
Speaking of which, those in the room kept an interested and concerned eye on you, wearing of your weird behaviour.
"Mom." You forced the words out, taking pauses between them as you struggled to process everything. "She had breast cancer."
In a split second, everything came crashing down.
Everything finally locked into place and a tear slipped.
"Hey, hey, Y/N." Sylvie held the back of your head, placing your face in the crook of her neck as you fell. "This doesn't mean you have it too, you know this."
She was trying to convince you as well as herself. Sylvie knew the statistics, but she wasn't a medical professional; right now, she was your friend.
"I'm coming with you, to your appointment." She stated, not allowing you to refuse her company.
You nodded in her neck, aware of the pairs of eyes on you as you cried in the middle of the firehouse.
And so, Sylvie was true to her words, going with you to your scan, only leaving your side when she had no choice.
*****
Breathing out through your mouth, you tapped your fingers against your crossed arms, back leaning against the desk and Sylvie filled out the necessary paperwork.
The two of you were currently at med, just having dropped off a lady from a call. Once Sylvie finished with all the forms, the two of you would be driving back to the firehouse where lunch was waiting.
It had been a month since your scan and your doctor were radio silent. You hadn't seen nor heard from her since and it was bugging you to the point you picked up all the extra shifts where possible without getting reprimanded by chief.
Catching the both of you off guard, your phone buzzed in your back pocket making you jump. Your sudden movement scared Sylvie, causing her to flinch back which resulted in her pen dragging across her last paper.
Sending her the most apologetic smile filled with nothing but sympathy, you scrambled for your phone, unlocking it and pressing the notification without looking.
Your eyes dragged along the email, not reading the name of the sender and not processing anything, simply skimming for anything important.
It was when you let out a scream that was muffled by your palm that you slapped across your face that caught everyone's attention.
Waving them away with an awkward smile, Sylvie glared at your jumping figure. You were clearly bursting with happiness, something that Sylvie hadn't seen you been in a minute.
Shoving your phone in her face, you continued to bounce on your toes, impatiently waiting for her to finish reading the email.
Sylvie gasped, immediately grabbing you into an embrace where you let a tear of relief slip.
Watching the commotion, Natalie approached and asked. "What's up with you?"
"They found no cancer."
What an absolute fucking lie
#one chicago x reader#one chicago fic#one chicago imagine#one chicago fanfiction#chicago fire#chicago fire x reader
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My master list
One Chicago:
Chicago fire:
Kelly severide
Stella kidd
Sylvie Brett
Violet Mikami
Evan Hawkins
Blake gallo
Ritter
Cruz
Casey
Herrman
Mouch(platonic)
Otis
Leslie
Gabby
Chicago PD:
Jay Halstead
Erin Lindsay
Kim burgess
Adam Ruzek
Kevin Atwater
Hank voight
Hailey Upton
Chicago Med:
Connor
Ava
Natalie
April
Robin
Hannah
Will
Sarah
Maggie
Denise
Cloverfield:
Rob
Jason
Beth
Lily
Marlena
Hud
10 Cloverfield lane:
Emmett
Michelle
(No frank that bitch is disgusting)
Cloverfield Paradox:
Ava Hamilton
Mina Jensen
Ernst Schmidt
Life (2017)
David
Miranda
Hugh
Sho
Kat
9-1-1:
Buck
Hen
Karen
Bobby
Eddie
Chim
Maddie
Josh
Athena
May
Albert
Lena
9-1-1 Lone star:
Owen
Marjan
Paul
Nancy
Mateo
Judd
Grace
TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)
Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)
Tommy
Michelle
Station 19:
Jack
Andy
Vic
Travis
Demon slayer:
Tanjiro
Nezuko
Zenitsu
Inosuke
Kanao
Genya
Uzui
Shinobu
Mitsuri
Obanai
Rengoku
Gyomei
Muichiro(Platonic)
Sanemi
Aoi
Naho(platonic)
Sumi(Platonic)
Kiyo(Platonic)
A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader
Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.
That's it. My hands hurt so bad.
#One Chicago x reader#Chicago fire x reader#Chicago pd x reader#Chicago med x reader#Cloverfield x reader#10 lane cloverfield x reder#Cloverfield paradox x reader#life x reader#9-1-1 x reader#9-1-1 lone star x reader#station 19 x reader#Demon slayer x reader
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