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alittlextrathatway · 2 months

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What are some of your best and worst Brettsey moments?

What are some moments that inspire you to write or make you write because things need to be changed?

What are some storylines you wish the show had exploded with Matt and Sylvie as individuals and Brettsey?

Or times when the writers could have gone deeper?

Is there anything you want to write but feel apprehensive about or feel like you can't get it right?

Now that the Caseys have left Chicago I can answer this one. 🥺 Been saving it.

It’s so hard to narrow down BEST moments. I love the “You’re a little extra that way” conversation, Sylvie’s confession of feelings from 9x16, their love scene from that same episode, the first kiss in 9x02, and the eye contact at Molly’s from 9x02 as well. There’s more but those are the first ones that come to mind. Of course now I have to consider the BEAUTY that was their wedding ep which gave us SO MUCH. Their vows were perfect. Making out in the turn out room, also perfect. Sylvie escaping/running for her life and Matt tackling the guy and holding Sylvie for dear life after, again perfect.

As for worst, I’d say anything out of character. Matt’s 10x22 “I don’t know” always makes me mad because there’s no way someone who loves Sylvie as much as he does wouldn’t reassure her in that moment. The way the break up was orchestrated in 11x01 with Sylvie comparing her relationship to Violet’s or Stellaride’s or even Kyle’s, Matt and she not talking for two weeks — all of it felt forced and weird. Sylvie doesn’t normally compare herself to others like that and Matt wrote Sylvie a LETTER and put it in the mail in S10 when they kept missing each other. I’d say those.

I think a lot of what inspires me to write is less things that need to be changed and more things that need to be explained. Like the break up in 11x01 and Matt’s “I don’t know” in 10x22. Both those things made me want to dig in and take something that feels OOC to me and elaborate on it. That happened to me in S9 a lot. I wanted to really explore their perspectives, thoughts, traumas, and emotions in a way TV just doesn’t have a lot of time to do.

The biggest one for me is the trauma that resulted from Arnow. Matt’s guilt over Sylvie being hurt and Otis. Sylvie’s grief over losing Otis and exploring that grief as part of the reason she didn’t realize things with Kyle wouldn’t work sooner than she did. I feel like there was some excellent material there that could have been mined for them. The other one, that I was convinced the show was saving for the dating Brettsey era that we never really got, was meeting Brett’s birth father. After everything she went through with Julie, how would that go? Would he be as lovely as Julie was? How would Matt help her through it?

Times when the writers could have gone deeper for me is always going to be exploring trauma. I wanted to know more about Matt’s relationship with his dad. We saw Nancy and we heard about his dad from her but what were Matt’s memories like? How did he remember him? Also why didn’t Christie share Matt’s opinion on their mom or see the abuse? Was their dad partial to Christie? And for Sylvie, I wanted to know more about Harrison and Hope and how that dynamic shaped a young Sylvie. Harrison and Hope were clearly the gaslighting types and if those people were her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart then there must be more emotional abuse that she didn’t reconcile until after they were gone. I also would have liked to have actually met her parents or her brother.

As far as things I want to write but can’t, I have had an idea for a regency Brettsey AU FOR YEARS. I am not great with historical fiction/romance though so I’ve never seriously attempted to write it. But man do I want to. I think it would be full of so much yearning and tenderness.

Hopefully I answered all the questions you had! I LOVED THESE QUESTIONS. My favorite part of writing fanfic of these two is trying to get inside these people’s heads. They’re complicated and loving and generous but also have experienced great tragedies and faced abuse from people they loved. The fact that they find solace and safety in each other is breathtaking to me and so well deserved.

#chicago fire #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #ask box #ask angellwings #angellwings answers

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sevcasejay1chicago · 1 year

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Matt Casey x reader

Y/N and Casey are a couple and they have been that for almost a year and they just moved in together.

Y/N works at the firehouse with Brett on ambo.

but this is the first that Y/N are sick since many years back, but she woke up with fever and was feeling terrible. But of course Casey was there to take care of her, he even called Boden to let him know that they are both staying home.

Casey is the perfect boyfriend, he takes care of her now when she is sick and spends some time with her also. He gives her kisses even when she is sick now and he knows he can get sick too.

You Always Come First- Matt Casey

Featuring Kelly Severide and Stella Kidd, mentions of Chief Boden.

Authors note: This is a decently long fic, which I had to stop myself from writing more of since sickfics are kinda my jam. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: fever, vomiting, anxiety, hints to sex and bathing together

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You have been working on Ambos for years as a floater, but finally landed yourself a permanent spot on 61 about three years ago. Working with Sylvie Brett was the easiest transition you have ever made, but she wasn’t even the best part about being on 61. Having your family at 51 was a close second, but Matthew Casey makes your decision worth while.

Now, after having been best friends for two years and dating for about a year, you and Matt have finally settled down in an apartment in the same building as Kelly and Stella. Not that you guys hated always having either Kelly or Stella around when you were at Matt’s or having Sylvie around when you were at yours, but you both did enjoy the privacy. Wink. Wink.

The move to the apartment was relatively easy. Matt’s stuff didn’t even have to be boxed, and the whole fire house helped move your stuff from your apartment a few blocks over. The hardest part for you was the decorating and rearranging. You love interior design and would do it as a side job if you didn’t run the paramedicine program with Sylvie. After thinking life was going back to normal after almost a month of getting settled in at the new place, you got a rude awakening by your body.

One morning, around 5 am, you gasped awake after a nightmare. You immediately knew something was wrong, seeing as you never wake in this manner and you haven’t had a nightmare since you and Matt started dating. Matt woke with you, being jerked into consciousness by your body.

Matt flipped over, turning on the bedside lamp before looking toward you. “Baby. What’s wrong?” Matt asked, putting a hand on your sweat soaked back. You had your face hidden in your hands, which made Matt assumed you were crying as you shook under his palm. “Sweetheart. Hey. You’re sweating. Look at me.” Matt coaxed in a gentle voice, trying to pull you into him.

You shook your head, letting Matt pull you into his lap and immediately hid your face into the crook of his neck. “The light. It hurts.” You whispered, clutching onto Matt’s bare shoulders.

“You’re burning up.” Matt murmured, pulling you firmly into his arms before he slowly stood, walking toward the bathroom with you. Matt left the light off, using the light from the lamp as he sat you down so that he could rummage around for the thermometer.

“I-I don’t. I don’t f-f-feeeel g-good.” You stuttered, shaking harder as the cool granite counters touched your underwear clad butt.

Matt sighed and pulled you closer into his body as he kept looking. “I know baby. Hang on for me.” Matt muttered, trying to concentrate on where the thermometer was stashed. “Tell me what hurts.” Matt cooed, leaving a quick kiss on your forehead.

You wrapped yourself tightly around your boyfriend as you took a proper inventory of your aching body. “Ummm. M-my head. M’ tummy. A-and m-my t-throat.” You sniffed, turning to sneeze into your elbow. “‘M stuffy.” You whined, pouting as Matt turned to look at you.

“Found it. Open up.” He whispered, caressing your cheek as he placed the thermometer under your tongue. “God, even when you’re sick you are still the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on.” Matt whispered, leaning in to kiss your nose.

You scrunched your nose and leaned away, giving Matt a look. He knew that look was a “Are you serious?! You are gonna get sick too!” Look, but you also knew he didn’t care. While you both waited, Matt grabbed a few bottles out of the cabinet and placed them on the counter to see what he was working with.

The thermometer beeped, causing Matt to pull it out before you could even begin to move for it. “102.6.” Matt sighed, clicking his tongue. “No good baby girl. You feeling up to anything to eat so that we can give you some meds?” Matt asked, putting the thermometer into the pocket of his sweatpants before pocketing some meds he thought might help.

“Meh. C-cold n n-nauseous.” You whimpered, leaning into Matt and hiding your face again. You haven’t been sick in years, let alone nauseous with a high fever. You never did do well with throwing up, completely terrified of doing it yourself, but somehow comfortable helping others with it.

Matt nodded and picked you up. “Okay. One thing at a time baby. How about we put some leggings on and we can get you a thin blanket?” Matt suggested. “That way you are covered up, but you aren’t retaining too much heat. Your fever is already pretty high.” Matt reminded, sitting you on the edge of the bed closest to the closet.

You nodded, looking up at your boyfriend with tears in your eyes as your lip quivered. You always got extra emotional when you had a fever, so you weren’t too surprised with the same thing happening to you as an adult.

“Oh baby. Don’t cry.” Matt whispered, pulling you in for a hug and then kissing you firmly on the lips.

“N-no! You, y-you’ll get s-sick!” You wailed, trying to push Matt back, but failing miserably with your weakened state.

“I don’t care. I don’t like seeing you cry baby.” Matt said, reaching up to wipe the tears from your face. “Shhhh. It’s alright. I’ve gotcha. What’s got you so upset?” Matt cooed, trying his best to gently coax the information from you.

You shook your head, looking down as you fiddled with your hands. “F-fever. Emotions a-all-always run h-high wh-when ‘m sick.” You stuttered, looking up to see Matt’s reaction.

Matt just smiled sadly, leaning forward to peck your lips again. “Okay Angel. I understand and that’s okay.” Matt reassured, rubbing your arms. “Let’s just get you as comfortable as you can and then I’ll call Boden to get us alternates.” Matt said, leaving no room for you to argue as he stood and walked to your drawers for your leggings, though you still tried.

“I can t-take care of m-my s-self!” You tried to exclaim through your stutters, though you knew you were not going to convince him otherwise. “T-they n-n-neeed you.”

Matt laughed and shook his head, coming back with your pants in hand. “Like hell I’m leaving you like this. You can’t even stop your chin from quivering since this fever has you shaking so bad. You can’t say a full sentence without it coming out as a stutter right now.” Matt pointed out, kneeling to pull your legging on for you. “I’m call us BOTH out and that’s final.” Matt stated, pulling you up to help pull your leggings completely on before lifting you up again.

“F-fine.” You said, trying to sound indignant and defiant, but it came out as more of a feeble whisper.

Matt chuckled and shook his head. He knew you wanted him there, but you weren’t going to admit to it right now. “How about some apple sauce and Gatorade? Then you can take your meds and we can nap or watch a movie or something. How’s that sound?” Matt asked, sitting you down on the kitchen counter as he moved about to get the supplies without waiting for you to answer.

You hummed your reply, nodding slightly to show your approval. You watched as Matt moved, admiring the way the muscles in his back flexed as he moved around, getting butterflies in your stomach ever time he looked over to check on you, and absolutely adoring the way he made sure to get every single thing you would need, including the puke bucket you learned to keep stashed after one too many accidents from the guys from 51 or intelligence after a night out at Molly’s.

Matt somehow managed to balance all the supplies in his arm and let you latch onto his hip like an infant all at the same time. He carried you and everything else into the living room, tossing the supplies down on the couch before adjusting you onto his front so that he could sit. Once he was settled, he emptied his pockets onto the couch as well, taking his phone out and pressing a few buttons before putting it to his ear. You took the apple sauce packet and opened it as he spoke.

“Good morning Chief.” Matt started. “I know it’s early. I’m so sorry to wake you, but Y/n is extremely sick. We will both be needing alternates.” Matt said, putting a hand to your forehead. “She’s got a raging fever of 102.6, complaining of a headache, stomach ache, sore throat, and stuffy nose. She’s shaking so bad everything is coming out as a stutter when she speaks.” Matt explained, nodding along as he listened to the Chief. “Appreciate it Chief. Thanks a lot. Will do. Be safe.” Matt replied before hanging up. “He understood and sends his best. He knows you never get sick, and we never call out. He’s pretty worried, but he figured he could pull Violet over and put Kidd in the seat for me today.” Matt explained, picking up a pill bottle and reading the label.

You listened and slightly nodded along, having a hard time finishing your apple sauce packet, but determined to finish it anyways. You sipped slowly and watched Matt with half lidded eyes. You trusted him completely to take care of you, especially seeing that you were in no shape to do it yourself right now.

“You doing okay?” Matt asked, placing two pill bottles in between the two of you as he caressed your sides.

You shrugged, putting the finished packet down on the end table. “Meh. Need a m-minute before mm—meds.” You stuttered, closing your eyes and putting your forehead on Matt’s shoulder. The room felt like it was rocking and it was not helping your nausea at all.

Matt sighed, rubbing your back with one hand while lightly holding the back of your neck with the other. “Shhhh. Breathe for me.” Matt muttered, trying his best to calm the nerves he could feel coming off of you.

You did your best to follow along, fighting the anxiety that was building along with your nausea. You felt like you were shaking to your core, completely losing control of your body as the fever kept rising within you. “M-Matt.” You whined, pressing yourself as close to him as you could.

Matt sighed and carefully shifted you closer. “I know baby. I know. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” Matt shushed, rubbing your back and your sides as a desperate attempt to comfort you. He could feel you shaking even harder now, and he was really starting to wonder if he should call 911. “What can I do?” Matt asked, kissing the crown of your head as he grabbed the thermometer and lifted your (his) shirt, placing it under your arm so that you wouldn’t have to sit up.

“I-I d-don’t n-n-know!” You all but wailed, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

The thermometer beeped a minute later, and Matt had to remember to round up a degree to get your temp right. “103.2.” Matt muttered. “Fuck. Okay. Baby, I really need to go get you a cool cloth. Can you please try to drink some Gatorade and take these fever reducers for me? If you go up any higher, I’ll have to call for an ambo.” Matt asked, leaning down to kiss your head again after he spoke.

You nodded, though you doubted you could keep anything else down right now. “I’ll t-try.” You responded, letting Matt shift you back into the couch cushion before taking the small Gatorade he grabbed for you and the pills. Matt moved the trash can a bit closer just incase, before promising he would be right back as he jogged into the half bath off the living room. You slowly drank the Gatorade and then took the pills before laying back and closing your eyes. You took even breaths and tried to focus on not throwing up everything you just put into your body. You could hear Matt muttering to himself as he tried to calm his panicked mind in order to help you. Just as the water turned on, you felt the coolness of the Gatorade in your chest. You quickly sat up, grabbing the trash can and putting it in your lap before you called out, “M-Matt!”

Luckily Matt heard your voice and turned off the tap. “Yeah?” He called, wringing out the wash rag. He listened and heard the faintest heave before liquid splashed into a receptacle. “Oh shit.” Matt muttered, running to the living room. When he got to you, he quickly steadied the trash can before he swept back your flyaways and placed the cool cloth on your neck. ”Alright. It’s okay sweetheart. I’ve gotcha.” Matt cooed, rubbing your back for a second before he realized that you probably just threw up the fever reducers. He was too panicked at this point to think clearly, so he did the only thing he could think of and called Kelly and Stella. Grabbing his phone from the cushion beside you, Matt quickly dialed Kelly knowing that he would have his ringer on.

“Case?” Kelly sleepily greeted, confused as to why his friend was calling him near 6 o’clock in the morning.

“Kel.” Matt breathed, stopping to shush you as you violently heaved again. “I need Stella. Y/N is really sick. Please.” Matt begged his best friend, letting the panic seep into his voice.

Kelly could hear you through the phone and was shaking Stella awake before Matt even finished speaking. “Alright man. You gotta relax for her. We are coming.” Kelly tried to placate his friend as he clued in a grumpy and half asleep Stella that they were leaving the apartment.

Matt didn’t get to answer before Kelly hung up. Instead, he tossed his phone to the side and focused all his attention on you, relived that you guys had thought to exchange spare keys just incase. “Help’s coming sweetheart. Shhhh.” Matt soothed, pleased to find that you were starting to calm down. The gagging was minimal, but your body had managed to reject everything you put in your system plus some in the 5 minutes since you started puking.

You shakily sat back, sobbing loudly as your body shook harder and the anxiety that was creeping up hit in full force. Just as Matt was putting the trash can to the ground and grabbing a few tissues from the box on the coffee table, Kelly and Stella came barging in.

“What’s going on?” Stella asked, running past Kelly to get to you. She did not like the situation she just walked in on. Kelly made his way to the coffee table, sitting down in front of you and slightly pushed Matt to the side so that he could also get a look at you.

“Well, she woke up abruptly at about 5. She’s got a fever of 103.2, headache, sore throat, stuffy nose and obviously nausea. This is the first time she’s puked. Her fever rose from 102.6 to 103.2 in less than an hour.” Matt explained in a panic, leaving it in the air that he was obviously too panicked to know what to do and he needed help.

Stella nodded and grabbed the thermometer to recheck you as Kelly checked your pulse. “Case, go clean that trash can out. Let us figure this out.” Kelly said, feeling how fast your pulse was racing, knowing you were probably also feeding off of Matt’s worry and anxiety.

Matt reluctantly left, leaving a kiss on your forehead before he walked off.

“103.4. That’s to be expected if she was already running hot and just puked.” Stella said, placing the thermometer to the side before checking you over completely. “Sweetie, you gotta calm down for us.” Stella said to you, breathing deeply as a prompt for you to follow along.

Kelly took your hands and met your eyes. “Hey. We gotcha. Nice and deep. Slow down.” Kelly said, leading you through a breathing exercise. “That’s it. Good girl.” Kelly murmured, squeezing your hands.

Matt walked back in, calmly sitting beside you and placing the trash can on the floor once again. “Whatcha thinkin Kidd?” Matt asked, rubbing your back and taking one of your hands from Kelly.

“Well, she’s still sweating, which we know is good. Means she’s hydrated. Maybe a lukewarm bath to cool her down and then try more meds. Obviously she needs fluids to replenish what she is losing. We still have her stash of popsicles in the freezer upstairs.” Stella said, looking to Kelly to confirm, which he did. “If she gets to 104, call an ambo. This temp isn’t great, but it’s still manageable. Just gotta get her calmed down and cooled down some before trying again with the fever reducers maybe.” Stella said, leaning back to look you over once more. “Hey sweetie. You think you wanna try a bath and try cooling down some before some meds? We can also take you to med if you want.” Stella offered, watching your face but knowing your answer already. You hate needles and would give anything not to have to go to the er for yourself.

You shook your head. “N-no Med.” You muttered, scooting closer to Matt as your breathing slightly picked up.

Stella nodded, putting her hands up. “Okay. Okay. It’s alright. That’s why I asked. We aren’t going to force you.”

“Unless it’s necessary.” Kelly corrected, not wanting to give you false hope incase you eventually had to go. You all trusted each other and he knew you would feel betrayed if the situation took a turn for the worst.

“O-okay.” You whispered, nodding your head as you leant back into Matt.

Stella and Kelly nodded and both stood up. They promised to come back with your popsicles later on and told Matt to call again if he needed to before they left.

Matt sighed and kissed your head. “How about a bath? Hmmm?” Matt asked, pulling you into his lap.

“Y-you t-t-too?” You whispered, digging your face into his neck.

Matt smiled and kissed your head. “Of course. Whatever you want. You always come first.” Matt reminded, kissing you on the head.

#one chicago #matt casey #fluff #kelly severide #one chicago x reader #matt casey x reader #comfort #sickfic #emeto tw #emeto #anxiety attack #fever

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sylkiddsey · 5 months

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Prompt: “You’re a bad liar did you know?”

Set during 8.01

Her life kinda feels like one of those times when you’re coming out of anesthesia. You’re awake and aware, but completely out of control over what you say and do.

Plus, it takes a while for everything to feel right again. That’s how it feels to live in Fowerlton with her fiancé.

She feels off, but somehow not at the same time. It’s confusing and she misses 51 so much. She misses her people.

“Slutty or sophisticated?” Stella asks over the grainy video call. Sylvie can barely see her since the loft is so dark and the connection from Indiana to Chicago sucks.

“Always slutty,” Sylvie laughs, sitting up against her headboard. Kyle had a work trip so it’s just her alone in their bedroom. She’s nestled under the scratchy comforter in an old band t-shirt and her not so attractive readers.

(Yes, she needs glasses to read really small print. It’s not something she fesses up to, but it’s Stella so who cares?)

“You’re so right,” her friend agrees, snagging a tight deep blue dress with a high slit off the hanger. “The whole point is to make Kelly drool.”

Severide’s yelling in the background about not being able to find the shirt Stella likes.

“It’s in your closet! Do you need cataracts!”

“I can’t find it!” Severide yells back.

Her friend huffs and leaves the bedroom, taking Sylvie along to stare at the ceiling fixtures as she navigates into the living room.

Sylvie’s thrilled her best friend is finally happy with Severide. Her friend is obsessed with him and it’s good to see them both on the same page.

The way Stella talks about him is absolutely nothing like how she talks about Kyle. He’s a great guy, yes. He’s so kind and giving. In some ways, she thinks he’s perfect for her, but something is missing.

The tension. They just don’t have that. She’s tried and tried to generate some heat, but it’s cold as ice. She imagined herself with a man she wants to jump right then and there.

“Hold your horses! I’m coming!” Stella hollers and Sylvie laughs. Those two will be driving each other crazy in a nursing home one of these days. “Here, talk to Brett, Casey.”

What?

Stella’s glamorous face moves out of view. Did she say she was going to give the FaceTime to Matt?

She looks horrible. She didn’t even fully take her make up off and she put on a few of those pimple patches around a few blemishes.

“How do I…” Matt’s face comes into view, clearly lounging on the couch. He grins a little when he sees her on the screen. “Hey, stranger.”

She covers her face. She’s not super vain, but she’s not sure she wants Casey to witness her before bed look.

“Oh god, Casey. I look ridiculous!” She chuckles behind her hand.

“I doubt that,” he replies. “Come on, you’re really going to hide your face from me?”

Yes. She’s protecting this false narrative she’s created that she has good eyesight and never forgets to comb her hair.

“Trust me, you don’t want to see this Sylvie Brett.”

“Try me.”

Ugh, he’s just so smooth.

Oh no. No. She’s engaged. She’s marrying Kyle which is what Casey wants for her. She buried her stupid budding feelings for him months ago.

She’d hide her face all night, but that also means she can’t see his. She’s not sure that’s worth it.

“Fine. Fine,” she mutters. “No laughing.”

“I swear.”

She moves her hands away from the work in progress that’s going on with her face. Now that she can see her phone too, Casey looks ridiculously good in an objective way.

He’s tanner and even the pixelated version of him quickens her heart rate. Her Fitbit physically alerts her about it.

Kyle doesn’t do that to her.

“You look adorable,” he compliments. “I like the glasses. Whether you believe me or not, I like the natural Brett.”

Kyle suggested she put on a little more foundation before meeting his parents. Granted, he didn’t out right say that because he’s too nice, but he implied it by suggesting she should wear more.

Here’s Casey, telling her he prefers the most unattractive version of herself.

It doesn’t mean anything. She’s just losing her mind.

“I think you have bad eye sight.”

“Says the one in glasses.”

She laughs a little too hard at that which makes him chuckle too. She’s missed this lightness. Fowerlton feels heavy.

Matt shakes his head with a little laugh once she’s done giggling. “It’s weird without you here Brett. Really weird.”

It’s weird in Fowerlton too.

She shifts in bed, cuddling into the overly fluffy pillow Kyle picked out. “It’s weird without you guys too.”

His gaze softens a little and she sees a hint of sadness grace his face. “How’s your arm?”

She knows he blames himself for what happened. He doesn’t have to admit it for her to know. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She wishes she could reach through the phone and comfort him, but it’s probably best she can’t. The last thing she should find herself doing is touching Casey.

“It’s perfectly healed,” she murmurs, suddenly super tired. Lately, she’s been quite the insomniac, but it’s like all she’s needed was Matt’s voice and his kind eyes to fully realize how tired she is. “How are you doing?”

He reads the sleepiness right off which isn’t hard since she keeps letting her eyes flutter closed. “I’m doing okay.”

She hums, eyes closed. Her brain paints this image where she’s not alone in her fiancé’s bed. She’s in the loft on the couch with her head on Matt’s shoulder.

She doesn’t correct her stupid brain out of sheer exhaustion.

“Sylvie?” He asks.

She nods, replying on auto pilot. “Yeah?”

“You’re clearly tired.”

“No, I’m not,” she protests, forcing her eyelids open. She doesn’t want to fall asleep but there is something so calming about Matt.

He chuckles. “You’re a bad liar did you know?”

She is a bad liar. She knows she is but she’s too content right now to defend his assumption.

She can hear Stella’s enthusiastic voice on the other end edging closer. She’s asking something about which heels she should wear, but Matt tells her to quiet down.

She hears small murmurs and creaking leather. It almost feels like she’s right back in Chicago with her eyes shut.

“Goodnight, Sylvie,” Matt whispers and then the call disconnects. She cracks one eye open to plug in her phone and then curls up to sleep.

She misses Chicago.

#brettsey #based on a prompt #sylkiddsey prompts #season 8 again sorry #i have a longer story in the works for Christmas #in the meantime enjoy the prompts #big thanks to whoever requested this one

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gins-potter · 1 year

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Brettsey + tattoo

A quick and dirty one

There were certain unspoken rules about life in a firehouse; never mention the ‘q’ word, always put a fresh pot of coffee on, and keep your eyes to yourself in the locker room.

Living and working in the firehouse for twenty-four hours at a time already meant a distinct lack of privacy, even without taking into consideration the communal sleeping and shower areas. So when changing out in the locker room you keep your eyes front, you don’t look sideways, and you make good friends with the locker door in front of you.

Which is why Casey will go to his grave saying his first glimpse of Brett’s tattoo was a total accident.

He’d been staring at his locker door at the end of the shift, trying his best to not think about their last call. He wasn’t even sure what made him look over, if she made a noise, if he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eyes; he wasn’t sure why he looked over because he hadn’t even realised there was anyone in the locker room with him.

But he did look over, doing so unthinkingly, and in doing so caught a glimpse of creamy skin, a strip of white lace, and a collection of clean, black lines inked into her skin, before he jerked his gaze up and met Sylvie’s wide eyes.

Spinning back around to face his locker, Casey coughed and shook his head, trying to wipe away the image of her long bare legs and that little tattoo on her hip bone for his own good.

“Sorry, I- I’m sorry.”

Sylvie gave a forced giggle, clearly trying to lighten the mood. “It’s fine! Not like you saw anything. Not that you were-”

She broke off and Casey idly wondered which one of them was blushing a deeper red.

“I have to admit I hadn’t taken you for a tattoo kind of girl.” Unthinkingly, Casey went to glance at her again before snapping his gaze back straight.

Sylvie laughed again. “It’s fine, you’re safe to look. And yeah, you’re not the first person to say that.”

Sensing a story there, Casey slowly turned to face her, trying not to notice the pretty pink fading from her cheeks.

At his questioning glance, Sylvie fiddled with her watch band, but explained. “You remember my friend, Hope? Well, right after we graduated high school she got it in her head that she wanted a tattoo. She dragged me and my ex, Harrison, along when she got it done and they both kept making these jokes about how it was something I would never do. And I guess- I guess I was young and wanted to prove them wrong.”

“So you got a tattoo,” Casey finished, smiling a bit at the thought of a younger Sylvie, that fierce look on her face, a few strands of hair escaping her bun, determination written all over her. “What is it? I didn’t quite-”

“Oh, it’s a cat,” she said, before carefully peeling down the band of her pants so he could see. “Nothing too badass, I’m afraid but-”

“I like it,” Casey said, stepping closer. The tattoo was made of a few clean, black lines, with a little heart for the nose. So simply Sylvie, that he had to smile. Without thinking he reached out to graze a thumb over it and told himself he wasn’t imagining peeling down the lace of her underwear and pressing a kiss to the skin there.

“I like it,” he said again, voice dropping an octave, and told himself that the shiver that passed through her had nothing to do with him.

#answered #mywriting #1k follower celebration #one chicago #chicago fire #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matthew casey

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brettsey-two-tts · 2 years

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Title: I am so tired of everybody leaving

Brettsey

"I'm so tired of everybody leaving..."

Sylvie confesses it to Stella and Violet one night in her apartment when they're in the middle of a girl's night. She's two glasses of wine deep and has to be kept away from a third. She's no longer her happy, sunshine self that she usually is. She's solemn, more openly honest with her feelings, and anxious because Matt had to cancel their scheduled call last night due to one of his firehouse buddies needing his help with something at his house. The news left her sad and lonely, which also stemmed from her imminent period that was due in a couple of days.

Stella and Violet share a solemn look. Stella knows how hard it's been on Sylvie ever since Otis died. Foster left to go back to med school, Cruz moved out, her birth mother passed away, and then Matt moved to Oregon. She had seen how much Matt made Sylvie happy and vice versa, so to see her bright smile start to fade from the realization of the emptiness he left behind was nearly gut-wrenching.

Stella envelops her best friend in a strong and tight hug. She always cherished Sylvie's ability to be positive, even in the worst of times, but not everyone can stay positive forever, not even her.

Stella tells Severide and it's not because she wants her fiance to do something about it. She honestly wanted to talk it out with him and try to see what his reaction would be. Of course, Severide barely gives his take on it. He merely nods and sympathizes with the blonde paramedic.

The next day, Severide calls Casey. He asks if he had talked to Brett in a while. Casey replies that he talked to her a couple of days ago. When Casey asks why he was asking, Severide tells him what Stella told him.

To hear it from Sylvie herself would've been much less painful because it meant that she wanted to talk it out with him, find some common ground, and find a way to work towards a compromise. But, the fact that Severide was telling him, of all people, meant she was trying to hide her feelings from him. For whatever reason, Sylvie didn't want him to know, which was an immediate red flag, and he felt terrible that all of it came out while she was drinking. After he ends his call with Severide, he wonders how long she had felt that way and why she didn't say something to him.

When he tries to call her later that night, she doesn't answer. He thinks maybe she's mad at him but even when she was upset, she always communicated it to him. When he asks Severide about her, he tells him that she called out sick and was probably trying to sleep it off. Matt pinches the bridge of his nose; he hates it. He hates that she feels like everyone in her life is leaving her and to top it all off, she's alone and not feeling well. He looks at his calendar and knows he could cash in his favor for helping one of his buddies with his kitchen remodel.

It's 12 PM and Sylvie is feeling like death itself. Whatever sickness she caught was not being nice and it felt like no amount of medication was going to help. After she forces herself to drink some chicken noodle soup, she goes back to bed with a loud sigh. Somewhere between her sleepy haze and cloudy consciousness from the drowsy medication, she hears her front door open and then Matt's voice.

Matt is on the edge of her bed and his hand is gently smoothing out her hair. "I'm not going anywhere," he softly tells her. Sylvie feels the bed dip and then feels his arms wrap around her. She's so drowsy that she doesn't believe he's there beside her until she wakes up a few hours later and realizes she's enveloped safely and securely in his arms and very comfortable surrounded by his underlying woodsy smell.

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spexialvixtimxunit · 1 year

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Take a Bite

Warnings: neck kissing, fingering, Bottom!Sylvie Brett x Black!Afab!Female!Reader

Masterlist

Day 1 - Nibbling

*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!*

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Your focus was removed from your work as you heard the front door open to see a tired Sylvie. She gave you a sleepish smile as she tossed off her bag and shoes. You got up from your kitchen table to greet the blonde.

"Hi. How was work?" You asked as she gave you a weak hug. You were always home around 3 pm, sometimes 4 or 5 if you worked late at the elementary school in the same district as Donna, so you would either grab a cup of coffee with her after school and talk teacher stuff, or work quietly in your classroom before coming home.

Today you wanted to come home early because winter in Chicago is no joke and you desperately needed to be in the warmth of your home.

"No the best, just the same old same old." she expressed. She seemed more tired than usual. You gave her a soft smile as you planted multiple kisses on her face. Sylvie giggled at your touchy love language.

“How about I cheer you up, hm?” You say while pulling her closer until you both feel on the couch. You wrapped your arms around her neck and began to attack her neck with love bites, nibbling softly.

Sylvie let out a satisfied moan, clenching onto your shoulders. You both felt like teenagers fooling around when you weren't supposed to. After a while, you pulled away from her neck to see her face flushed with a red tint.

"That seemed to get you into a better mood. How about we finish this when you get back from your shift? How does that sound?" You looked at Sylvie's distraught face. She felt stupid for signing up for the night shift when she clearly could be having fun with you.

Sylvie groaned as you began to attack her neck again."What time do you have to leave?" You asked her, while still distracted. "5:30." She whined, wanting to stay close to you. You looked at the clock on the stove and it read '4:50'.

"We have about 40 minutes together and I don't intend on wasting them. I’ll try to be quick." You said while pushing her down on the couch and with your knee between her legs.

You kissed and loved on all the areas of her face, unbuckling her belt and pulling off her uniform pants and underwear, and revealing her wet warmth.

Sylvie let out a whimper, pulling you close. Your hand curled into her warmth, slowly plunging your fingers inside her, continuing at a rhythmic pace. Taking your time.

You felt her hips ache for more as they rocked into your palm. You giggled at her desperation to cum on your hand. Sure enough, the time would come when she would have to leave for work.

You were quick to notice the response she had to your pace, increasing hers, making her cum. You pulled your fingers out of her making her whine out your name. “W-what. Why did you have to stop, I want more." She whined.

"I know baby, but it's already 5:19 and you gotta get going." You said while giving her a quick kiss on the lips, followed by passing her her pants. Sylvie let out a groan, not wanting to go back to work.

“How about I drive you so that you feel a little bit better, hm?” You suggested while going to throw on your coat and shoes. You could see her emotion glow immediately to an excited expression.

"I'm not objecting to that at all." Sylvie said as she got up and quickly put on her pant and coat before you were ready to go. You smiled at her eagerness "I'll definitely let you cum if you do what you are told when I drop you off." She nodded quickly and she followed you out the door.

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#headcanon #kinkmas #wlw imagine #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire x reader #sylvie brett #sylvie brett imagine #sylvie brett x reader #sylvie brett x fem!reader #sylvie brett x black!fem!reader

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herheroics · 3 years

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@brokenspy liked for a starter

SYLVIE DIDN’T often try new places to wash away the day, but for some reason, for some very odd reason, she was trying somewhere new tonight. And right now, right now she was certainly regretting it. The paramedic in charge didn’t know what it was, but as she sat there, drinking her cocktail, she couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching her. Looking around, the blonde spotted a man getting closer and closer. Downing the rest of her drink, Sylvie looked around the room, spotting another woman by herself. Letting out the breath she was holding, Sylvie made her way towards the other woman, greeting her as if they knew each other before throwing her arms around the other blonde “This guy is being creepy and stalking me, please just go WITH IT.”

#brokenspy #( she will always try and do her best ; sylvie brett )

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deanstead · 2 years

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out of touch

Pairing: Matt Casey x Sylvie Brett

Requested: yes and yes, by anon

Summary: Matt gets worried when he can’t seem to get hold of Sylvie.

Word Count: 974

Warnings: canon-typical injuries

A/N: Okay, so I had a bit of trouble with getting the words out for this one, so I don’t know how I feel about it but here it is I guess. I just wrote this today, so you know haha.

BRETTSEY MASTERLIST

Matt glanced at Sylvie’s last message to him from a few hours ago.

Out for a call, I’ll call you after.

He’d typed a usual reply but he hadn’t heard back from her. It wasn’t like Sylvie to be out of contact for so long, even when she was on shift. She’d always found time in between to send him a message to let him know that a call went well, as did he. It was a little thing they did now that they found themselves so far away from each other.

Now, Matt was starting to get worried, so he reached for his phone again and dialed his best friend’s number, but even Kelly’s phone rang and rang before the line cut out.

Matt was about to try someone else when Kelly’s name lit up across his screen again.

“Sev.” Matt answered the phone.

“Hey, Casey.”

“I haven’t heard from Sylvie in a few hours, I’m starting to get a little worried. Is everything okay?”

There was a short silence.

“I’m not being weirdly overprotective, alright? She usually doesn’t…” Matt started to defend himself to his best friend when Kelly interrupted him.

“Look, she didn’t want me to tell you in case you got worried but she’s in the hospital.”

Matt froze. “In the hospital like dropping off a patient in the hospital?” He asked, even though he knew the answer.

Kelly didn’t answer.

“What do you mean she’s in the hospital, I thought it was a routine call!” Matt’s stressed voice burst through.

Kelly told Matt as much as he knew - it had been a routine call, 61 had responded to a call by themselves but something had gone wrong and there’d been a collapse.

“She was in a collapse?” Matt shot to his feet.

“Casey, she’s okay. I got her out, alright? But they wanted to keep her in just to be safe, to make sure the concussion wasn’t too serious.” Kelly assured him, although even Kelly knew that it was easier said than done. He’d been in Matt’s shoes before. He still remembered the time he’d got the call that Stella was in the hospital after the car accident, and he’d practically flew to the hospital. At least, he’d been in Chicago, Med was just a drive away. Matt must feel ten times worse.

“Matt, Stella and I got her, alright? I’ll get her to call you.” Kelly assured, before they both hung up.

Sylvie looked up when Kelly stepped in.

“You told him, didn’t you?” She asked, just a little reproachfully when she saw the look on Kelly’s face.

Kelly put his hands out. “Sorry. In my defense, he was already kind of freaking out.”

Sylvie narrowed her eyes at him but sighed. “I’ll call him. I didn’t want him to you know feel all…”

“Casey?” Kelly ventured as Sylvie paused. “It’s Casey.”

Sylvie glanced at Stella who threw a grin. “Exactly, like how Kelly will be Kelly.”

They exchanged a smile and Stella stood. “Call him, and we’ll swing by again later, alright?” She squeezed her best friend's hand.

Sylvie nodded. “Thanks, guys.”

Sylvie watched them walk out before she picked up her phone to call Matt.

Sylvie hadn’t even realized when she’d nodded off to sleep but she was woken by a touch on the top of her head. Part of her wanted to keep her eyes closed because she was sure it was a dream. This was Matt’s touch, and it was most definitely a dream.

But reflexively, she opened her eyes, Matt’s face now swimming into view.

At first, Sylvie thought she was still in the process of waking up, until she realized…

“Matt?”

The worried expression on his face quickly gave way to a smile.

“Sylvie.” Her name passed his lips in tandem with a sigh of relief.

“What are you… You’re…”

Matt just smiled, leaning forward to put his arms around her, his hand going protectively to the back of her head gently. “You okay?” Matt asked.

“I’m… Matt, why are you here? What about the boys? You…”

Matt smiled and turned, just as Griffin and Ben walked in. “It was their idea.”

“Hey Sylvie. Matt was going out of his mind, it was getting a little hard to watch.” Griffin greeted, as Ben just quietly put a basket down on her table, nodding with a smile.

Sylvie smiled, swiveling her head back towards Matt, who reached down for her hand.

“I told you I was fine. I called you to tell you it was a stupid concussion, at least after Severide outed me.” Sylvie said, making a face. “You didn’t have to fly all the way here. I'm only still in the hospital because Chief said I have to stay.”

Sylvie glanced at the clock. “It is literally the middle of the night, how did you even get in?”

Matt smiled and shrugged. “Pulled a favor. I did use to work in Chicago.”

A smile flit across Sylvie’s face and Griffin smiled, dragging his brother out of the room on the pretense of going to get food from the vending machine.

“I was worried.” Matt whispered.

Sylvie just quietly pulled Matt back down into a hug, closing her eyes against his chest. “Can I be a little happy that you guys flew here for a stupid concussion?”

Matt smiled, pressing a kiss to Sylvie’s temple. “You can be ‘a lot’ happy. We’re staying for a few days at least.”

Sylvie leaned backwards to look at Matt, who smiled. “The boys are on break, I pulled my emergency furlough. Their stuff’s already at Sev’s.”

Sylvie raised an eyebrow and Matt smiled. “They’re staying with Sev tonight. I’m going to be here.”

“It’s just a concussion.” Sylvie said, although she couldn’t have been smiling any wider.

Matt smiled back. “And?”

Sylvie shook her head and Matt just leaned forward to press his lips gently against hers.

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justoneofthoseghosts · 3 years

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invite me + brettsey

“You seem chipper.”

“Chipper?” Matt echoes from his place crouched down in front of the cabinet he was fixing for his sister.

Christie nods, “yeah, like less broody.”

“When have I ever been broody?” Matt asks indignantly.

Christie gives him a look.

“Okay, maybe a little sometimes,” he concedes.

“Sometimes is putting it lightly,” Christie quips as he approaches him and examines his work, "you were born broody, Matt.”

She observes quietly as he continues in his task, making sure he screws the hinges on tightly. After a few minutes of silence, Christie speaks again.

“So who is she?” Christie inquires, a curious tone evident in her voice.

Matt stops what he’s doing and looks up at her, “does it have to because of somebody? Can’t it be that I’m just happy to spend some quality time with my sister who guilt tripped me into coming here because we haven’t seen each other for a month?”

‘No, not really,” Christie comments, shrugging.

Matt rolls his eyes. He’s keeping his mouth shut for now because he and Sylvie have only been together for three months or so. The last thing he wants is to subject her to all of Christie’s questioning.

“If you’re not going to talk and I’ll have to guess,” Christie states.

Matt scoffs, “have at it.”

Christie narrows her eyes at him before comprehension dawns on her features, “it’s that blonde paramedic, isn’t it? Brett! That’s her name right?”

Matt drops the screwdriver and stares at his sister with his mouth agape.

Christie grins in triumph, “women are far more observant than men are. I remember you introduced me to her the last time I stopped by the firehouse and the way you were looking at her? Please. Dead giveaway.”

“Fine,” Matt says, “yes, we’re dating and yes, it’s been going well and her name is Sylvie, by the way. Is there anything else you want to know?”

“Not really. I just love it when I’m right,” Christie points out before turning to exit the basement and head back upstairs leaving Matt to finish his work.

A few days later, Matt receives a text from Christie trying to schedule family dinner for the following week when Violet is home from college. She hints at wanting to meet Sylvie but Matt is on the fence about it.

He texts Christie back saying he’ll think about it but Christie is not having it. She informs him that if he won’t ask Sylvie, she’ll do it herself.

Big sisters are mean no matter how old both of you are, Matt thinks.

Matt doesn’t want to call Christie’s bluff so he just decides to wait for a good time to ask Sylvie.

Christie continues to text him. He’s been dodging her calls but he can’t stop her from sending messages and constant ping of his phone is beginning to annoy him.

Two days later, Matt finally snaps from the barrage of texts and asks Sylvie while they’re doing the dishes after dinner at her apartment.

“Hey, you free next Friday?”

Sylvie laughs, “let me consult my day planner.”

Matt waits for her to check her schedule not getting that she was teasing him.

She raises an eyebrow, “that was a joke in case you didn’t know.”

“Oh.”

“What’s up with you? You seem a little tense” Sylvie wonders.

“You remember how I went over to Christie’s last week?” Matt asks.

Sylvie nods, “yeah.”

Matt clears is throat before he continues, “well, she kind of cornered me and asked if I was seeing somebody.”

“Okay,” Sylvie replies, looking at him expectantly.

“Long story short, she wants to invite you to dinner next Friday but only if you’re comfortable, of course. I can always tell her no. I don’t know where we’ve landed yet when it comes to meeting the family,” he admits rather nervously before glancing at Sylvie.

She looks at him with understanding in her eyes, “of course I’d love to meet Christie. She’s your family, Matt, and honestly, my parents have been kind of bugging me about meeting you too.”

“You’ve told your parents about me?” he asks in awe.

Sylvie bites her lip, “I have.”

“All good things I hope?” Matt jokes.

Sylvie wipes her hands on a dish towel and wraps her arms around his waist.

“Only the best,” she confirms.

Matt smiles before kissing the top of her head. He’s been spinning out about asking Sylvie but he should have known not to worry that she would think to to soon or too fast. They’ve spent two years trying to get to each other that sometimes, everything else seems like warp speed.

“I’d love to meet your parents too,” he whispers.

Sylvie chuckles, “you sure you’re ready for all the Bretts to get together in one room and grill you?”

“Bring it on,” Matt says confidently.

He doesn’t take meeting parents lightly but he’s also somewhat excited to get to know the people who raised Sylvie and helped shape her into the incredible woman she is today.

After dinner at Christie’s, his sister pulls him aside.

“I love her,” Christie remarks, smiling at Matt.

“Thanks, I do too,” he teases.

Christie swats him in the arm, “better hold on to her then because if you ever let her go, I know a few men who’d sell their homes just to date someone like her.”

Matt looks at his sister, his mouth curving up, “you don’t have to worry, Christie. I’m never letting her go.”

To think he almost ruined it all. Thankfully, everything fell into place.

#chicago fire #brettsey #fanfic prompt

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roselarkiin · 3 years

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Brettsey + 2

So... this one didn't really turn out all that fluffy, but I hope it's okay!

#2 "The thought of losing you scares me."

In hindsight, running into a burning building without turnout gear or back up probably isn't the best idea she's ever had.

But she honestly doesn't see how she had any other choice.

Sylvie and Violet have just dropped their patient off at Med. Nothing crazy - a kid with an ulna fracture. A damn near routine call considering some of the things they see.

They're driving down 14th Street, on their way back to the firehouse, when they notice the smoke billowing out of the apartment building ahead of them.

Eyes fill with alarm as Sylvie slows the ambo to a stop. It's dark, and it's late, and there aren't any people around. Which in this situation is strange.

Sylvie can't make out the telltale sound of sirens approaching. There aren't any residents milling around the evacuation point either, like she would expect with a fire already this involved.

It's all so disconcerting.

Sylvie unbuckles her seatbelt, steps out of the ambulance, instructs Violet to radio main and find out which companies are on their way, see if they require sixty-one to stay on the scene.

She steps toward the building. The fire is at the other end of the complex, but the heat coming off the structure is almost unbearable.

There's smoke escaping from a few second story windows, and she can make out the flickering of orange flames from further inside the apartment.

Violet approaches at a jog, and Sylvie turns to face her partner expectantly.

"They weren't aware of a fire at this location," Violet says, the corners of her mouth turn down into a frown at the sight of the building. "They're assigning someone now."

Sylvie nods. Her brow creases, and she furrows her bottom lip into her mouth.

There's something really wrong with this scene. There should be alarms going off, alerting everyone to the danger.

She's seen her fair share of apartment fires in her time on the job, and it's usually chaos. All noise and people everywhere. This is the exact opposite. Eerily quiet with no one about.

These apartments aren't deserted. Surely someone should have made it out by now.

It could be another five, ten minutes before help arrives on the scene. She knows from experience just how much every second counts in a situation like this.

She can't just stand idly by, waiting for someone to arrive. She needs to get as many people out as she can.

"Violet," Sylvie starts and turns her head to look at her partner. "I'm not going to ask you to-"

As if she can sense what Sylvie is about to say, Violet cuts her off. "No way," she says, with an adamant shake of her head. "I'm not letting you go in there alone!"

There's a look of determination on the younger paramedic's face. One that tells Sylvie there's nothing she can say to change Violet's mind.

So she doesn't bother to try.

They enter the building, using their sleeves to cover their face as best they can.

Violet follows her orders, realizes they don't have time to argue, and goes down the hallway Sylvie tells her to. The one with less smoke. Away from the fire.

Sylvie might not be able to stop Violet from following her into the building, but she's damn well going to do everything in her power to keep her partner out of harm's way.

The hallways are dark and filled with smoke. Sylvie can barely make anything out or get her bearings.

She manages to find a door, bangs her fist against it until someone answers. It's easier after that.

Knock on the door until she wakes whoever's in the apartment, follow the wall along to the next door, and repeat.

Most can get themselves out of the building. The ones that can't, family members or neighbors are happy to escort them. It helps, means she can get to more people faster, without having to run up and down and out again and again.

By her estimation, she's able to clear about half the floor before she needs to get out. Before the cough and the ache in her chest becomes too much to bear.

She follows the last family down the stairs, meets up with Violet on her way out. They exit the building together and cough and sputter as they gasp for air.

She's hunched over, hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath.

"Brett!" She recognizes the voice instantly, stiffens as Matt grabs her shoulders. Her eyes are closed. She can't see him, but she can hear the concern in his voice.

"I'm fine," she rasps, her voice hoarse. Tries to reassure him. She doesn't need to see him to know it hasn't worked. She coughs again.

She tries to brush him off. He should be running the initial search. Not here with her.

She's fine, really. Tries to tell him again, but she can't get the words out. Her throat burns.

An open water bottle is shoved into her hands. From Gallo, she thinks. He's an angel.

She takes a few mouthfuls, swishes the water around in her mouth, spits it onto the ground before gulping the rest of the water down. Another full bottle quickly replaces the empty one.

"Are you insane?" Matt shouts. The concern turns to anger. His hands on her shoulders tighten, shakes her a little. "What the hell were you thinking, Sylvie? Why would you do something so incredibly stupid? You could have got yourself killed!"

The relief she felt, having Matt there when she exited the building, is replaced with irritation. And she gets it. He's afraid. She scared him; she understands that. But there's no reason for him to be so patronizing.

She probably understands more about what he's feeling right now than he does.

Because the emotions he experiences in this moment are exactly what she goes through every time she stands on the sidelines while she watches him run headlong into a burning building.

Whatever he's feeling, though, she is not some child to be scolded, and she doesn't appreciate him yelling at her like she is.

She knows her limits. She would never push herself past what she knows herself to be capable of.

She's vaguely aware of the orders he barks to the other members of eighty-one, but he makes no move to leave her side.

In any other situation, she might find it sweet, but in any other situation, he'd be leading his team in the search. Not standing here with her.

His grip softens on her arm, moves to her back. It does nothing to comfort her. In fact, it just makes her feel worse. Like she's being suffocated. Though that might be the smoke inhalation.

Her eyes narrow at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. She's furious with him. For talking down to her the way he did, in front of their friends and colleagues. For treating her like she's some child he's been tasked to deal with and not his girlfriend. His equal.

It's embarrassing.

She doesn't yell back at him, as much as she may want to. She doesn't have the energy for that. Even if she did, she doesn't think her throat could handle it. And this is not the right place for this conversation.

Instead, she looks at him, head cocked slightly to the side, a small, sad smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You know, if this had been anyone else, you would not have spoken to them the way you just spoke to me," she says, with as much force as she can muster. It's not a lot, but it's surprisingly more than she thought possible at this moment. "You would have been singing their praises. Commending them for helping so many people, a job well done."

"Sylvie-"

"Go. There are still people inside. You have a job to do, Casey."

He looks confused for a split second before composing himself. She doesn't have a chance to dwell on it. She's pulled away to be looked at by the medics from ambulance ninety.

Suddenly, everything shifts back to the way it always is. Sylvie, at the ambo, watching Matt anxiously, as he runs into a burning building.

... ... ...

One of these days, Matt thinks, Sylvie Brett is going to be the death of him.

Maybe he'd lost it a little back at the scene. Spoke to her in a way that he shouldn't.

When they'd arrived and found sixty-one already on scene, he didn't think too much of it. It wasn't all that uncommon for the ambo to beat them to the scene, especially when coming straight from another call.

But when they exited the truck and neither Sylvie nor Violet were anywhere to be seen, a resident informed them the paramedics in question were inside, helping to evacuate everyone.

Sylvie was inside the burning building.

He'd just been about to run in after her when she exited the building, coughing and sputtering, covered head to toe in black soot.

All the blood rushed from his face, and his heart pounded in his chest so hard he felt it might explode.

He saw nothing but her, rushed straight to her, not entirely in control of his actions. He'd shouted at her, and he shouldn't have.

She'd looked at him with hurt in her eyes and calmly told him that if it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have spoken to them that way.

He thinks that look hurt more than if she had just yelled back. Because he knows she's right. Fucking, of course, she is. She's always been able to see right through him.

Seeing her standing there, covered in ash, terrified him. He could have lost her.

He'd flashed back to a time years ago, the only other time he's seen her like that. The Arnow fire. Where they'd lost Otis. Where he'd almost lost her. Had lost her, for a time, though only temporarily.

Then she was dragged away, and he had a job to do. He needed to focus. His people could get hurt if the task at hand didn't have his total concentration.

He thinks Sylvie's been avoiding him - he doesn't blame her because the next time he sees her, it's almost the end of shift. Eighty-one had two more calls after the apartment fire. Sixty-one had five.

Sylvie and Violet refused to take Sixty-one out of service. And he had to bite his tongue. As hard as it was.

They always just seemed to be passing each other. Never in the same place at the same time. As if some invisible force was working to keep them apart. It's killing him.

He finds her by their lockers. Her shoulders tense when she senses his presence. Imperceptible to anyone else. But not to him. Never to him.

He's explored and learned every inch of her body these last three months. Even the slightest change does not go unnoticed.

He steps further into the locker room. By some miracle, they're alone.

"I'm sorry," he says, quiet and all sincere. It never should have taken him this long to say the words. This is their first fight. If he can even call it that.

He'd been an ass. He knows he's going to have to grovel to make it right again.

He sees her shoulders shift, relax slightly as the tension ebbs away. Sylvie turns, leans against the open door of her locker to look at him. She gives him that same sad smile again. Not unlike the look she gave him last night. His chest aches.

"I'm sorry," she says as well, and she means it. From the way she says it, he knows she's not apologizing for running into a burning building. No, he gives her a soft smile, she'll never apologize for that. He doesn't expect her to either. Instead, she's apologizing for the scare she gave him.

He closes the distance between them, reaches out, and pulls her to him. She lets him, allows herself to melt into him. Her head rests against his shoulder, her arms wrap around his waist.

He's got one hand on her back, pulls her as close as physically possible. The other weaves into her hair, twists the blonde locks between his fingers.

They stand there, alone, not saying anything, holding each other tight. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against his as she breathes is a reminder that she's here and she's safe; nothing happened to her. It comforts him.

Sylvie is the first to break the silence. "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you it won't ever happen again," she murmurs against his chest.

He huffs, lets out a quiet chuckle, strokes his hand through her hair again. "I know."

Selfishly, he'd love for her to tell him that. But given the chance, he knows she wouldn't change anything that happened on the call. And if it came down to it, she'd do it all over again, without giving it a second thought.

He's watched her do this job for years. She's always given so much of herself over to the job. He's always admired that about her. He wouldn't want that to change just because of him.

"It's just," he breathes, lips pressed into her hair, "the thought of losing you scares me." His voice is rough, shakier than he intends it to be.

Sylvie leans back to look him in the eye. Moving her hand up his side to his face, she caresses his cheek. He leans into her hand, closes his eyes.

"I know," she tells him. "Because that's exactly how I feel every time I have to watch you run into a fire."

"Sylvie, that's-"

"Don't." She cuts him off with a sharp shake of her head. "Don't say it's different. It's not. At least it doesn't feel like it is."

He stops, clamps his mouth shut. He's been on the job for so long now that it's really just become routine at this point. Stupidly, he's never really thought about it from Sylvie's perspective. That she might feel the same terror he did.

He takes her face between his hands, kisses her forehead, cheeks, peppers kisses everywhere until she laughs and smiles back at him. Then he stops, looks around the locker room, checking they're still alone, and captures her lips with his.

He wouldn't normally do this, not so out in the open at least. They try to keep their relationship strictly professional while they're in the common areas of the firehouse. But after the shift they've just had, he doesn't give a shit who sees.

Sylvie smiles, breathes a contented sigh against his lips, relaxes further into him. She breaks the kiss a second later.

"You're a bit needy, you know that," she says, with a teasing lilt, tries to break the tension.

It works. He laughs. A loud, genuine belly laugh. The first in hours. He plants another kiss against her lips, pulls her back against him.

"Can you blame me?"

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #prompt fill #finally had the time and motivation to finish this #my inability to write a drabble is showing again!#tried something different with the style for this one #don't know if it worked or not 😬

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alittlextrathatway · 5 months

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Line: "Could end in burning flames or paradise." Location: backyard

Let's go AU again. This time a REAL departure.

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A magazine is thrown down on the bar top next to Matt. He skims it just enough to read the cover. It's a tabloid. One of those that claims to have inside sources but never does.

CASEY TO RETIRE AT END OF CURRENT SEASON.

"Looks like you're out, old man."

He rolls his eyes and slides the magazine away, a dry grin on his face as he stares down at his whiskey. "We're the exact same age. If I'm retiring so are you, Severide."

"Yeah, but I'm not the face of the franchise," Kelly says, grabbing Matt's chin and smushing his cheeks. "I mean look at this face. They're all obsessed with it."

Matt shoves his best friend and teammate away. "Get off me, jackass."

"Oh, come on, we won! Why are you sitting at the bar brooding like a sad sack of shit?"

He glances over at the rest of his team, celebrating their win with their partners and spouses. Even Kelly's wife is here, partying with them in their coach's backyard, and she's a professional soccer player with her own team to lead.

"I'm trying not to be a downer. You all have people to share our success with, you should enjoy it."

"Whatever, man," Kelly says with a scoff as he grabs Matt's whiskey glass and holds it away from him. "You have us. We're not just a team. We're a family. Come on. Donna invited the new Team Doc. She's commanded you show your face and be polite."

"I'm always polite. It's you Donna needs to worry about. Will you gimme my damn drink back?"

Severide laughs in his Captain's face and hands him back the glass. "You're polite unless you're in a mood like the one you're in tonight."

Donna Boden spots them and waves them over. "Boys, come and say hi."

They cross the yard, toward their head coach and his wife. This backyard is more a special event space than a backyard. Donna had it landscaped specially for team gatherings and it includes a pool, a bar, and an outdoor kitchen. They're invited over a lot.

The closer they get, the better a look Matt gets at the new Assistant Team Doctor. His feet hesitate, causing Severide to bump into his back. "Maybe I should take that whiskey back," Kelly snipes with a crooked smirk. "You alright?"

When Boden said they were getting a new team doctor Matt just assumed the organization would hire another older guy full of dad jokes and football trivia. But no. That's not who he finds waiting to meet them. Instead, it's a woman. A young blonde woman in a blue wrap dress and matching heels. Her smile and laughing blue eyes stun him, keeping his feet glued to the ground.

"Casey?" Kelly asks, shoving him lightly. "You gonna walk or am I leaving you here?"

He shakes himself, forcing his eyes away from the woman’s face. “I’m walking. Just gimme a second.”

He knocks back the rest of his whiskey, leaving the glass on a nearby table. With that out of the way, he shoves his hands in his pockets and finally continues forward. He has no idea what to do with his hands so best to just hide them away. It’s a good plan until Donna goes in for a hug and he can’t refuse without being rude.

“How’s my favorite quarterback in the league?” Donna asks.

He chuckles as he steps out of the hug. “I’m good. Working hard, staying focused.”

“Well, it’s working. Keep it up,” she encourages before passing him to hug Kelly as well. They nod at Boden instead of going in to hug him or shake his hand. “Guys,” Donna starts, walking over to the new doctor and putting an arm around her shoulders. “Have you met Sylvie Brett? She’s our new Assistant Team Medical Doctor.”

“No,” Severide says, reaching forward to shake her hand. “Not yet. Welcome to the team.”

“Thank you,” she tells him, smiling politely. “I’m officially a traitor to my family but I’m happy to be here.”

Kelly laughs. “Not a Chicago fan?”

“I’m from Indiana, so…”

“Yeah, say no more. I understand.” Kelly pats Matt on the back, hard enough to send him jolting forward. That’s what happens when one of the toughest tight ends in football, claps a hand against you with no warning. “And this guy is our Quarterback and captain, Matt Casey.”

She holds her hand out to him as well. Matt stares at it for a long series of seconds, knowing full well his hand is clammy. Why the hell does this woman make him so clumsy and nervous? He discretely tries to wipe his hand on his pants before putting his hand in hers. The minute their fingers touch, tingles shoot up and down his arm. What the fuck is happening?

“Nice to meet you,” Sylvie says before nervously biting the inside of her bottom lip, drawing his stare toward her mouth.

For a moment he pictures biting that bottom lip for himself, but then he realizes he looks like a creep -- continuing to squeeze her hand while staring at her lips. “Yeah, you too. We’re glad to have you.” He lets go of her hand, even if everything in him rebels against the action, and steps back.

“It’ll be nice to have someone with more of a bedside manner than Abrams,” Kelly jokes, referencing Sylvie’s boss and their Head Physician.

“Oh, him?” Sylvie says, waving a hand dismissively. “He’s all bark, no bite. We’ve worked together before. I can handle him.”

“Well, now that we’ve made introductions,” Donna says. “We need to go see to our other guests and check in on the caterers.” She turns to Sylvie with a concerned glance. “Are you okay here?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine. Please do what you need to do,” Sylvie assures her. “I’m sure these guys won’t mind showing me around.”

Boden and Donna leave, hand in hand. Just as they leave, Stella shouts for Kelly from her seat by the fire pit. “Sorry,” he says, shaking Sylvie’s hand one more time. “When the wife calls, I go. If I stand her up then I’m in deep shit.”

Sylvie chuckles and nods. “I understand. Casey and I can manage.”

Can they? He asks himself. He hasn’t managed to pull himself together long enough to say more than a couple of sentences. “Uh, yeah, we’re good. Go spend time with Kidd. She flies out tomorrow.” They watch Severide walk away in silence before Matt motions ahead of him, allowing Sylvie to walk first. “How about we start with a tour? Donna’s really worked hard to make this place feel like a family space for us.”

“I can tell,” she says, looking over toward the small garden and outdoor eating area. “It’s beautiful.”

Not nearly as beautiful as she is, not that he can tell her that.

“So, what brings you to Chicago if you’re an Indiana girl?” He asks.

She blushes and looks down on the ground, suddenly interested in their feet as they walk. “Well, it was either move or let my ex make my professional life a nightmare. I chose to move.” She pauses, eyes wide in shock. “I don’t know why I told you that.”

“Your ex sounds like a class act,” Matt comments sarcastically.

“Yeah, Harrison was a real winner,” she scoffs with a roll of her eyes. “But I’m here now, thanks to Dr. Abrams recommendation, and I can’t wait to get started. I’m excited for new challenges.” There’s a beat where her eyes scan over the length of him and then intentionally look away. “New people, places.”

“You’re gonna love Chicago,” he promises. “It’s my favorite city.”

“Favorite of all time?” She asks, grinning teasingly.

“Of all time in the whole world.”

“Wow, well, my expectations are officially high.”

“If you want,” he offers, shoving his hands in his pockets again. “I could show you around. Give you the official Matt Casey approved tour. I gotta make sure we clear those expectations I set, after all.”

“That sounds wonderful,” she agrees, demurely tucking her hair behind her ears. “We should make it happen.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, for sure.”

The smile at each other and twin flirtatious gazes meet.

He can’t help but admire the way the color in her cheeks extends down her neck, turning her creamy fair skin a pretty shade of pink. He wants to trail kisses over that path of pink and see where it leads.

Damn, it’s been a long time since he’s had it this bad so fast. He went from depressed and moping in his loneliness to giddy and smitten. The whiplash has his head spinning. Or maybe that’s just Sylvie sending his head spinning.

Something big is starting tonight. He can feel it.

He doesn’t know how it will all end up, but he reckons there’s two options.

Burning flames or happily committed paradise.

He’s willing to roll the dice. He hopes Sylvie is too.

#brettsey #matt casey #sylvie brett #chicago fire #furrynachosublime #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

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sylvies-chen · 3 years

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Brettsey + Making a snack for the other one as they work

"Guys, something's wrong with Casey."

Gallo eyed his fellow Truck members dangerously, his eyes worriedly moving from their group at the common room table over to the kitchen.

He hadn't meant to spy on his Captain, really. It started out as a peaceful lunch, where Gallo was just eating his food in peace and talking with Ritter, Mouch, and Stella. Only his eyes had accidentally wandered over to the kitchen island, where he saw Matt standing there making something that not even a prison would feed to inmates. It struck him as horrifyingly concerning, so he'd alerted his fellow firefighters right away-- with the utmost discretion.

"What are you talking about, he's just making a sandwich," Ritter told him, barely looking up from his plate.

"Dude, I swear! Something's wrong with him, very very wrong. Look at what he's putting on it," Gallo protested, pointing over to Casey. At this point, the interest of Stella and Mouch was peaked too, and the three of them followed Gallo's finger to observe their Captain.

When they noticed just the same strange, unappetizing combination of ingredients, their faces soured in confused disgust too.

The bread part of the sandwich was normal, using the same whole wheat slices the firehouse normally gets. But the inner sides of each slice were being heavily slathered with peanut butter, and the ingredients he had out to put on it were things not made for a sandwich. A bag of marshmallows sat on one side, Casey grabbing a handful and putting it on one side. On the other, he put those small little sliced sandwich pickles-- the sweet ones Gallo's mom would always buy for him at the corner store. They've seen fires and car wrecks and 2nd degree burns, but this was by far the scariest thing he'd seen in his life. He looked over to the others, the same shocked expressions on their faces, and knew they felt somewhat the same.

Gallo probably shouldn't have been proud of it, but he was damn glad he was right about something for once instead of being made out to be crazy.

"Oh God," Ritter exclaimed with a wince. "Do you think he's really going to eat that?"

"I'm somewhat of a foodie myself but even I have my limits," Mouch added. "And that, my friends, is one foul looking sandwich."

Stella leaned in, causing the others to lean in to and form a small but discreet huddle at the table. "Should we say something?" She asked.

"We've gotta," Mouch insisted. "Casey is too good of a firefighter to eat something like that and potentially give himself a heart attack. Or the runs."

"I don't know, he's our Captain," Ritter countered. "It could go south real fast."

Gallo looked between his friends, mulling it over for a moment before giving a decisive nod. "I'll do it."

Ritter's eyes went wide. "You're the bravest guy I know," he blurted out in comedic awe.

"More like stupid," Stella chipped in, leaning back in her chair and raising her hands in surrender. "Have fun on your suicide mission, Gallo. It was nice knowing ya."

"Love the support, thank you for that," he replied sarcastically. "Ritter, if I don't make it back... I want you to have all of my stuff."

"That's so sweet man. I mean you're stuff's all garbage anyway but that's so sweet of you," Ritter cooed, giving a jokingly emotional sniffle. Gallo gave him one last grin and a thumbs up, before his eyes went narrow and he prepared himself for what was to come.

He walked up to the kitchen island, trying his best to act casual and play it cool. "Heyyy there, Captain," he started awkwardly.

Casey looked up from his horrid concoction, eyeing him for a moment. Gallo got the distinct feeling his attempt at being casual was only raising more suspicion, but Casey's eyes went back down to the cutting board and didn't think much of it. "Hey, Gallo."

"So, uh, I-- I mean all of us-- we were just wondering if you could maybe, I don't know..."

Gallo searched for the words (or rather the courage to say the ones he'd already found) as Casey sighed and looked up to him. "If you have something to say then spit it out already, Gallo. Don't be shy."

Casey's firm Captain voice was enough pressure to send all of the words flooding out of Gallo in one panicked exhale. "You can't eat that sandwich, Captain. You jut can't. It's the most disgusting thing we've ever seen and it'll probably give you a heart attack and we really like having you around so just please put the butter knife down and don't eat that horrible, horrible thing."

Matt's eyes widened slightly at Gallo's sudden outburst. A moment of silence hung in the air when Casey looked at him, then down at the sandwich, then back up at him. "Listen to me, Gallo," Matt started, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him in. "You're right: this sandwich is awful. It's the worst thing I've ever had to make. But you are not going to mention anything about this sandwich again, and that's an order. Am I clear?"

Gallo's muscles froze up in shock (and in fear, admittedly, because Captain Casey can be scary when he wants to be). He gave a small nod and swallowed hard, his nerves kicking in and making him stutter. "Y-yes, copy that, Captain."

"Good," Matt replied, nodding in satisfaction.

Gallo should have left it at that, really. He was happy to get away with his life, the smart thing to do was go back to the table. But everyone at the table was eyeing him expectantly, and when he turned back to see them he knew he couldn't resist the temptation to ask follow-up questions. "Uh, sorry, I just have to know. I'll drop it after this, Captain, I promise. But... why are you going to eat a disgusting sandwich like that?"

Matt cut the sandwich in half, putting it on a plastic plate before looking up at Gallo with a slightly frustrated glance. "I'm not making it for myself," he explained simply with a shrug.

"Then who are you making it for--" Gallo began to ask but was then interrupted by someone hobbling into the common room, her peppy tone making her instantly recognizable before Gallo even turned around to see who it was.

A very starving and very pregnant Sylvie stood before them, making her way over to where they were standing as ambo returned from a call.

"Hey, Gallo," she greeted him kindly before turning to Matt.

Before anything else was said and before Gallo could even try to make sense of all of this, Casey grabbed the plate with the sandwich on it and handed it over to his wife. Gallo was about to run, preparing to shield himself from the colossal shit Casey was about to get himself in by handing his own damn wife a horrendous sandwich like that. Only she didn't retract in disgust or even sour her face. Instead, she lit up in excitement.

"You made me lunch?"

"Yep," Matt confirmed with a grin. She leaned over the island, her hand resting on the small baby bump that'd formed on her over the past four months, and kissed Matt soundly on the lips.

"My hero," she cooed into the kiss. "Ugh, this baby's been making me hungrier than usual, I'm starving. Thank you so much."

"Of course," he replied sweetly, giving Gallo a knowing glance as if to make sure their conversation from earlier stayed between them. Once Gallo returned the glance and nodded to assure Matt he got the message, Matt relaxed a little and moved around the island to stand by his wife's side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders and rubbing circles on her arm.

It all made sense now to Gallo. It doesn't take a genius to put the pieces together and figure out Sylvie Brett's weird pregnancy craving and it's disgusting combination of ingredients. And he understood Casey's insistence on Gallo keeping his mouth shut now. If Gallo were him, he wouldn't want his wife to hear someone bad-mouthing her pregnancy cravings either. The wrath that would be unleashed would be unbearable. He'd seen Sylvie's tough side before-- the side of her Stella lovingly called "Sylvie 'Two Ts' Brett" for some reason-- and knew better than to mess with it.

Sylvie gave her husband and Captain one last kiss before humming happily and biting into the sandwich. Not a single expression of disgust was made, instead happily groaning as her craving was satisfied. From the table, Gallo, Stella, Ritter, and Mouch all eyed her with utter shock. Pregnancy cravings must be strong as hell-- or maybe it was just Sylvie who was the stone-cold killer, being able to eat a sandwich like that. They didn't know.

All they knew was that Matt smiled with the smallest bit of amusement dancing in his eye as he lovingly watched his wife eat her disgusting sandwich, and Gallo thought a love like that was stronger than any craving could dream to be.

#this one's a little different and not from either Brett or Casey's POV #but MAN I LAUGHED SO HARD WRITING THIS #I hope you guys liked it lol #abby.writes #prompt requests #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #fanfic #fanfic prompts

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years

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Fireside Chat

Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Stella Kidd x Best Friend! reader (plus Gallo x reader)

Summary: Y/N, Stella, and Sylvie are hanging out in the bunk room spilling the secrets of their relationships when Y/N realizes something she hadn’t before

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,010 Words

“Y/N! Bunk room! Now!” Stella shouted as she ran past the common room where I was sitting.

“Uh, what was that all about?” Darren questioned from where he was seated next to me at the table.

“I’m not sure,” I reply and stand up. “But I should probably go find out.

“No! Don’t leave!” Blake whined and reached forward to grab onto my hand. I shook my head and smiled softly at how silly Blake was acting. But then again, whenever I was with him, he was always acting like this. We had met when he came to work at Firehouse 51, and as soon as we hung out for the first time, I knew there was something special about him. And just a few weeks later, we started dating. It was a low-key sort of deal, meaning we didn’t like showing our relationship at work, and it was working out well for us seeing as we had been together for a few months now.

“Blake, please don’t try and use the puppy eyes on me,” I plead. “Because you know they work every time.” But of course, Blake didn’t listen and put on his puppy dog face, which always cracked me. This time though, I was not going to fall for the trick. “See you later,” I murmur and peck his lips quickly before rushing out of the common room as fast as I could, that way, I wouldn’t have time to let the puppy eyes get to me. I made my way down the hallway and towards the bunk room, and when I entered the large sleeping area, I found Stella along with Sylvie, my partner on Ambulance 61, sitting on two beds near the back of the room.

“There you are. I thought I was going to have to go and drag you out of there,” Stella exclaimed. Sylvie pat the spot on the bed next to her where she was sitting criss-crossed, and I took a seat. I pulled my knees up to my chest and hooked the heels of my boots into the bed frame so that my legs stayed in position, and once I was stable, I placed my elbows on my knees and laid my head in my palms.

“So, what’s up?” I ask.

“Well, we haven’t had any girls nights recently, so Stella and I thought we could gather in here and just chat about whatever,” Sylvie explained.

“Mmm,” I hum. “But when you say talk about whatever, you really just want to talk about boys, don’t you?”

“I knew she’d understand,” Stella spoke and leaned against the wall behind the bed she was seated on top of. “So, Sylvie, lets start with you.”

Sylvie sighed. “I don’t know what to do about Matt. We kissed, which was nice, but we’ve kind of distanced ourselves because I said I needed space. I mean, I really really like him, but he was married to Gabby, who used to be my best friend and-”

I cut Sylvie off. “Sylvie, Gabby left. She packed up her things, moved to another country, and broke Matt’s heart. So don’t think you should stay away from him just because of her. If you like him that much, then go for it.”

“Preach, Y/N,” Stella cheered.

“I still have a lot to think about, but I’ll let you guys know when I finally make a decision on what I’m going to do,” Sylvie admitted.

“Good. Stella, you want to go next?” I question.

Stella nodded. “So, as you both know, Kelly and I are in a bit of a rough patch right now. Things have been kind of weird ever since Boden signed me up to take the Lieutenant’s Test. I just, I don’t know what’s going on with us. He’s the problem, right? Not me?”

“He’s definitely the problem,” Sylvie declared, to which I agreed. “Maybe you should talk to him about it.”

“But, knowing that Kelly’s not the most talkative person, and he gets distracted pretty easily depending on where he is, talk to him somewhere private, like the apartment. And if no one’s around, he’ll have no choice but to talk to you,” I point out.

“You guys are amazing at giving advice. If being a paramedic doesn’t work out one day, you guys should become therapists,” Stella claimed.

“Thank you, but I think Y/N and I will stick to our current jobs,” Sylvie said.

“Yeah,” I agree. “But thanks for the compliment.”

“You’re the last to go, Y/N. Spill the beans!” Stella demanded and leaned forward with a small smile on her face. “How are you and Gallo?”

“Good. Great, actually,” I clarify. “Blake’s uh, he’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. He’s kindhearted, caring, funny... I could probably go on forever. I just feel so special whenever I’m with him.”

“You guys are adorable,” Sylvie mentioned.

“But it’s hard having a boyfriend who has a dangerous profession,” I add. “I worry about him everyday. Part of me wishes he was in a different career, but Blake was born to be a firefighter. And while he gives me so much anxiety, I’m going to support him no matter what because he has my heart. I uh, I think I love him.” Sylvie and Stella looked at each other, both of them sharing the same look, and they squealed in unison. Then, they swarmed me and wrapped me in a huge hug. I laughed softly and hugged my two best friends back, grateful that I had people like them in my life.

“We are so happy for you, Y/N. When are you going to tell him?” Stella asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe tonight after shift.” That’s when an alarm blared throughout the firehouse, and a dispatcher announced that Ambulance 61 was needed to go help a citizen. Sylvie and I each bid Stella goodbye, and on the way to the ambulance, I had a million thoughts running through my head. But one thing was for sure; I was in love with Blake Gallo.

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farfarawaygirl · 3 years

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Based on the new CF press release, are we thinking Casey’s life altering decision will be to adopt the Dardens? Find a home, move them in and adopt them? And if so, will we see him discuss this with Brett? Because if not, what makes it any different from Gabby’s choice to foster/adopt Louis without his input? And could this be their big obstacle? Bc I want to see Casey as a dad and see him with the Dardens but not at the expense of this solid relationship and if it takes his character back and r

Part 2: Sorry my ask cut off but the rest of the thought was Bc I want to see Casey as a dad and see him with the Dardens but not at the expense of this solid relationship and if it takes his character back and repeating exactly what Dawson did to him.

I was just talking about this with @hamburgerheroes who is my shipping/show loving soulmate!!

I don’t necessarily know/think that Matt will make these decisions unilaterally, I would think it would be more, he and Sylvie have a discussion and she tells him to do whatever he needs to do for the boys. Matt would take them in in a heartbeat - so that would be a forgone conclusion, but it would certainly put a wrench in the works.

Matt hasn’t really had a partner other than Sylvie who considers his needs and wants as if they were their own. We know historically that Matt struggles with letting people in all the way, so maybe he tries to keep Sylvie out of things, and that is where the tension is?

I’m trying to find the words to express the difference between your fiancé planning to foster/adopt without you, and your partner of less than six months taking in kids he has already sheltered, and who are the children on his deceased best friend. There is a huge difference! Also, the age/competency issue here is really different. A toddler is different than two teens. Not that I want Matt to make the choice all on his own, but I understand it.

I also wouldn’t fault Sylvie if something happened and she needed to take in Amelia.

Those lines of complexity add nuance, and make the choices harder and somehow easier.

If Matt Casey was faced with a split second decision about Ben and Griffin, Sylvie would want him to chose to protect those kids. That’s who they are.

It’s different in this context than what happened with Gabby because Matt and Sylvie would understand the need to help a kid. Sylvie is adopted, and was rescued in her adolescence by an aunt who protected her when her mom was unable to do it. Matt grew up in an abusive home, and his mom killed his dad. They would understand the impulse to protect.

I don’t see having the boys around as a big obstacle, but as something that makes Matt and Sylvie need to figure out what they’re doing, and what they want, faster and more accurately.

I don’t think that Matt or Sylvie would steamroll the other in this relationship, they just might not know how to do things with someone who always has their back?

#emma shouts into the void #brettsey #matt casey #Sylvie Brett #nbc chicago fire

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megsmulti · 3 years

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Day 5: "I don't... I don't feel good."

Stella knew that going on a call while in a bad state wasn't a good idea by any means. She woke up this morning feeling nauseous and more tired than she ever was before.

A couple minutes passed inside the burning building and she couldn't take it anymore. She was about ready to hit the floor when Gallo noticed.

"Hey, Captain!" Casey turned around to hear his candidate. "Kidd's about ready to pass out!"

"Well, take her outside to 61. They'll take care of her!" Gallo did just that. Matt, on the other hand, knew that something was up with Stella. She was always focused and ready to attack the fire the minute she walked in. What was going on?

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Gallo escorted Stella outside and everyone around them was confused: Sylvie, Violet, and even Boden. She was one of their best firefighters and usually wasn't the first one out.

"Stella, you okay?" Sylvie asked, immediately checking up on her best friend.

"I don't... I don't feel good," Stella replied. Right then, that was a red light. Gallo explained what happened and when he was done, Sylvie put her hand on Stella's forehead.

"Oh my god, you're burning up! Let's get you to the rig." The two women then walked over and the medics went straight to work. They checked Stella's vitals, which were good and they gave her some fluids to hydrate her. But for the life of them, they couldn't figure out why exactly she was nauseous. They're taking her to Med just to be sure.

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Med was busy, as usual. Will was the doctor available for Stella to see. He did some tests on her and they all came back normal. But, he decided to try another method that hasn't done yet. Sylvie was in the room with her because everyone else was still out on the call.

"Hey, Stella. Do you mind if we do an ultrasound?" Will asked.

"An ultrasound? Why?" Stella asked. That could only mean one thing.

"We just want to cover all of our bases and make sure that we can rule out as much as we can." Stella nodded. She pulled her shirt up and Will applied the gel onto her stomach, rubbing it around until he could find something. Surely enough, he did.

"Just what I thought," Will muttered. Stella looked at him in worry. "How long have you been feeling nauseous?"

"A few weeks. Why?"

"It all adds up then. You're feeling this way because you're pregnant." Both Stella and Sylvie widened their eyes. It makes perfect sense now. Kelly and Stella have been enjoying the honeymoon stage of their marriage quite a bit.

"I-I am?"

'"Yep. Do you want to see your baby?" Stella nodded. Will showed her the ultrasound. "It's nothing special right now, but as it grows, you'll be able to see it more and more."

Stella smiled. "Thanks, Will."

"Anytime. Congratulations." Stella nodded in thanks, then Will walked out of the room, leaving the women to talk.

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"I can't believe this." Stella was in panic mode. "Is this really happening right now?"

"Hey, hey, Stella." Sylvie was trying to get through to her best friend. "You'll be okay. If anyone I know is going to be the greatest parents around, it will be you and Kelly. You two have basically prepared for this without even knowing it." Stella looked at her in confusion. "Both of you help kids out all the time and you're so good with them."

"It's just the worst timing for all of this."

"Everything in life comes at the worst timing. I would say that we need to go to the store to be sure, but hearing it from a doctor is all the confirmation you need." Stella chuckled. "Are you gonna tell Kelly?"

"Guess I have to now. I've been keeping this from him because I didn't want him to worry about me."

Sylvie nodded. "He'll be ecstatic, I'm sure of it!" Stella was grateful to have her best friend by her side more than anyone else at the moment. She did feel bad that they had to take the ambo out sooner than planned, but in the end, it was totally worth it. She and Kelly were going to be parents now and she felt more confident about it than she's ever been. It's like Sylvie said, they'll be the greatest ones around, that is until Brett and Casey have kids anyway.

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