#brettsey-drabbles

[brettsey-two-tts]

Prompt based on your recent post: Brettsey board game night🥺😭

Violet stared in disbelief; her mouth hung open and her eyes were staring holes into the dynamic duo that Cruz had warned her about. Beside her was Evan Hawkins, her date to the planned ‘Couples Board Game Night’ hosted by none other than Sylvie Brett and Matt Casey, and he too was also staring in disbelief.

Stella and Severide were not surprised in the slightest. They’ve been opposite of the couple at many board games, and at that point, they were practically expecting them to do a clean sweep.

Stella smirked behind her glass of wine as she watched the Asian woman start to throw around accusations.

“Are you guys cheating?” Violet asked in suspicion. Her eyes narrowed as she looked between Sylvie and Casey.

Sylvie met Matt’s gaze, and the two shared a knowing look behind some blush dusted on their cheeks. Stella and Kelly had known them the longest, and ever since they started dancing around each other, it was apparent, through various board games, that they were practically attuned to the same mindset. There were nights when both couples would have a little get-together at the loft, and they’d end up drinking too much and start to dive into their competitive nature through games fit for couples. Of the eleven times they’ve had such nights, Sylvie and Matt were undefeated in an astounding 11-0 record.

Casey looked amused as he shook his head. “We are not.”

Hawkins’ brows knit together at the Battalion Chief’s response. “I don’t believe you.”

Stella tried her best to hide her laughter. Severide looked thoroughly amused by the exchange in front of him because there was one night in particular when he searched Casey from head to toe on the assumption that he was cheating while Stella did the same to Sylvie.

Violet pointed at their spots on the couch. “Stand up. If you’re not cheating, then there’s definitely nothing hidden between the couch cushions.”

Sylvie and Matt both amused the couple by standing up to let them conduct their search.

While Hawkins searched between the cushions, Violet searched underneath them; together, the couple practically took apart the couch and found only a quarter, a penny, a capped pen, a queen of hearts, and some food-related crumbs.

After their search turned up empty-handed, Evan and Violet looked at each other with disappointed looks. They actually believed the couple was cheating or at least doing some sort of signing to give each other the answers because there was no way in hell that Sylvie and Matt were that good at Charades, Pictionary, ‘How Well Do You Know Your Significant Other’, and Code Names.

It was as if they were silently communicating with each other because a second later, Violet pointed at the couple and said, “Okay, start stripping. Strip search!” And Evan gave an affirmed nod thereafter.

Stella spit out some of her wine in her glass at the suddenness and almost choked on what was left in her mouth. She burst into laughter and rolled into her husband to try to hide her barks of laughter. Severide held onto his wife, making sure she didn’t spill her glass of wine, and gave a cheesy grin of his own.

Hawkins looked over at the other couple. “You guys seriously believe they aren’t cheating?”

Severide let out a breathy laugh and replied, “Trust me. We’ve been in your shoes before. Those two are not cheating. I don’t think they even have a bone in their body that would think of doing such a thing.”

Sylvie merely beamed at their friends as she and Matt watched them converse between themselves. During that time, Matt felt the love he had for his girlfriend blossom in his chest; he knew their ability to read each other so very well was one of his favorites but to see its advantage during their game nights never failed to grow the endless love he had for her. He wrapped his arm around Sylvie and pressed a light kiss to her temple. She beamed at the feeling of his soft lips against her skin and turned to meet his gaze. What she saw was literally ‘heart eyes’; he was giving her such a soft and loving smile and his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. He always made her feel like she was the object of his affection and the person he reserved all his smiles and looks for, and if their friends weren’t in their living room, she would’ve kissed him senseless, tug at the buttons of his blue plaid long-sleeved shirt and then playfully pull him towards the bedroom.

Sylvie wrapped her arm around Matt’s waist and felt him tuck her against his side. Their closeness was something that was rarely seen at the firehouse since he was technically her superior, even though she was PIC. But, one of the things that she loves to see was how soft and loving he was when they were outside of work; all of the small touches in their apartment, his gentle kisses he’d trail along her exposed neck and shoulders, and the hugs he’d envelop her in when he couldn’t hold in his affection for her any longer.

“Okay, seriously, how else can you explain it?” Violet asked in exasperation.

Severide shrugged. “They just know each other that well.” It was obvious to him because he’d seen them in and out of the firehouse so many times. Violet and Hawkins had only seen the couple at Molly’s, which didn’t give a clear indication of how well they meshed together. Matt and Sylvie were practically two sides of the same coin, if not the same coin entirely.

Hawkins gave a sour look and then declared, “Then the only way to settle this is if we jumble up the teams.”

Violet gave a cheerful look at her boyfriend’s genius thinking. “Yes! It must be a rule moving forward that Sylvie and Casey cannot be on the same team.”

Sylvie gave an incredulous look. “So, ‘Couples Board Game Night’ has no meaning all of a sudden?”

Matt scratched the back of his head as the discussion between the three of them continued. Truthfully, he didn’t mind being on a different team than his girlfriend - he was just happy to be able to spend some time with her. Ever since he was promoted to Battalion Chief, he and Sylvie hadn’t been able to see each other as much as compared to when he was Captain. While he was primarily at Firehouse 51, he was also at headquarters and other Firehouses nearby. Even if he was at the firehouse, the Ambulance was almost always the one that spent more time outside rather than inside, and rarely did he bump into her in the common room or in the bunk room.

While Sylvie and Violet continued to discuss preemptive measures in detail about how they could make board game night fair, he occasionally beamed at his girlfriend. Her passionate and competitive nature was so adorable to see and while his love for her grew and grew, so did the hole in his boxer briefs in his drawer in their bedroom, because, in less than forty-eight hours, he was going to propose to her underneath the fairy lights at Molly’s patio. And he couldn’t wait to recite his speech to her on how so very well they were together and how they were made for each other with game nights being a prime example.

#brettsey #matt casey #sylvie brett #brettsey-drabbles #brettsey-prompts #obviously its a weird time to be writing brettsey so don't feel obligated to read this until you're ready #and its completely valid to never be ready #processing such things about someone youve looked up to for days-weeks-years however long is not easy #take it at your own pace and love yourself above all else #on a purely brettsey note - i hoped we'd see more matt and sylvie game nights

[justoneofthoseghosts]

It's like time stands still. The Earth stops spinning. Everything fades away.

All Sylvie could see was Matt and the shiny diamond ring cradled the grey ring box. She was at a loss for words, rendered speechless by Matt's actions. Her ex-boyfriend proposing to her at the place where they first kissed was not on her 2023 bingo card, that was for sure.

She gazes at him, at his blue eyes so full of hope.

She's reminded of that cold, spring night years ago out on north apron of 51 - she told them then how they belonged together, how they were right for each other and how when you knew, you knew.

Third time's the charm, she thinks, and before she can overanalyze the situation, she lets out the only word she was capable of.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely before nodding her head.

He grins widely at her, "yes?"

She nods once more.

Maybe it was crazy for them to go from in a relationship to a long distance one to broken up to suddenly engaged with three kids to boot. On paper, it was completely insane but maybe this was how it was all supposed to go.

She watches as he gets up, his eyes shining now for different reasons. She blinks back her own tears. She had cried about the end of their relationship in this very apartment but today, tears of joy were being shed.

He gestures for her hand. She holds it out and he smiles an almost beatific smile as he slips the ring onto her finger.

"Perfect fit," she comments, looking at the ring.

He clears his throat before a hand goes to massage the back of his neck, "I may have borrowed one of your rings to be sure."

Her head snaps up in surprise before it fully hits her that he bought the ring a year and a half ago.

"When you know, you know," he tells her, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards once more.

She launches herself at him. He catches her with ease as she gazes up at him.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi," he echoes.

She closes the distance between them, kissing him fully on the mouth. He pulls her closer, his hands tightening around her waist.

Before she can guide him to the bedroom, her phone rings and so does his. They break apart, both jostled by the sound. She fishes her phone from her pocket just as he does the same.

She looks down on her screen to find Violet's name flashing.

“Hello?”

She glances towards Matt, her face growing more worried with every second that Violet continues to talk. Their eyes meet and she can see the same worry etched across his face.

“Thanks Violet, we’ll be right there,” she tells her partner.

Matt walks over to her, enveloping her in his embrace. She takes a few breaths, not allowing herself to go there.

“He’s going to be fine,” she states quietly but firmly.

“Of course he is,” Matt replies confidently.

She slips on a pair of Birkenstocks not really caring that she was in overalls or her hair was in a messy bun. Matt waits by the door as she grabs a purse and her keys. He holds out his hand for her to take, keeping their fingers interlaced as she locks the door. He smiles reassuringly at her, helping calm her down. She loved Mouch and she knew Matt did too. The older firefighter had known Matt for a long time after all, since the Captain had been a candidate.

She had a million and one questions for Matt, like whatever happened to the lady he was seeing or whether Ben got into more colleges but she knew they could wait. Right now, their 51 family needed to be together. They'd have a lifetime to catch up on everything they missed out on in the past couple of years.

A lifetime they would fill with more wonderful memories together.

#can't write a full fic so here's a drabble <3 #also because I hate cliffhangers #and we all know she's going to say yes #that promo photo says it all #brettsey

[girlmadeofstarlight]

I get most of my inspiration for my stories when I drive. I am one of those drivers who sings as loudly as I can - even though I cannot carry a tune - ha! Sometimes a song comes on the radio or my playlist when inspiration suddenly strikes and I can envision a whole story around it. This was one of those songs, I could picture each line of the song.

It was also supposed to be a short 1,000 word drabble that ballooned into a full story with over 10,000 words.

#brettsey #brettsey fanfic #Complete Fluff #this was supposed to be a short drabble

[sylvies-casey]

Bringing myself good energy today and I get that through things that make me happy, fan fic makes me happy. What are some of your favorites that you go back reread or authors you love? Trying to increase my bookmarks on Ao3.

P/S: your Brettsey edits are incredible!

first off, thank you so much!! it means a lot. second of all, i’ve been waiting for an ask like this 🤩 i’ll add links to them as well to make it easier for you :)

i literally love reading anything @justoneofthoseghosts writes. some of my favourites from her that i would recommend are - boulders turn into sand, ours are the moments i play in the dark, to that brighter days where it all begins and but i know the heart of life is good. check out her tumblr page as well that has more

i also love anything @brettsey-two-tts writes. their page has many drabbles that i find myself reading over and over again. you can find them here! on ao3, i would recommend - take my hand close your eyes, look after you, cuddling helps distress and hold onto me

an all time favourite of mine would be the spy who loves me by @emdeedot45. i swear i’ve reread it 5 times lmaoo. i would also recommend a gift, the unexpected, family portraits and i choose you

i’m a sucker for soulmate au fics. i would highly recommend hopeless devoted to you by @sylvies-chen! i think i’ve also reread confessions of a victim so many times, i recommend it :)

another soulmate fic i would recommend is cause we find a soulmate in each other by @oliviiadunhams

i also loved reading sprucing up chicago which is an au and little things by @katieverse!

another i would recommend that quickly became a fave is - until i see you again

i have more but this is what i can come up with at the moment <3

#brettsey #support fanfic writers <3 #hope the links aren’t mixed up that would be embarrassing lol #ask

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

What a Beautiful Day

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/b9wEu8R

by Sunflower83

“That is not necessa…” Matt stutters as he turns around. He stops mid-sentence before recognizing the beautiful blond woman standing in front of him. “Hi..umm I mean hello!”

“It’s no problem, Lieutenant,” the beautiful blond woman says. She gives him a heart-stopping smile before sliding her card over to the cashier.

Sylvie Brett, just as beautiful as he remembered her, is standing before him. He hasn’t seen her in years not since she transferred fire houses all those years ago.

Words: 10951, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Chicago Fire

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey

Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey

Additional Tags: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT DRABBLE, Brettsey Driving Song Drabbles, Brettsey AU, Timeline is somewhere between season 7 and 8

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/b9wEu8R

#chicago fire #chicago fire fanfic #ao3feed #fanfic

[chenfordsrollisi]

Upcoming Fics?

So, I still need to write my BTHB fics for this year. I've got several to write, haven't had time to do so yet. Gonna try to get crackin on 2 or 3 of those fics tonight, hopefully, or at least tomorrow night, since it will be the weekend.

#poll #Chicago Fire #Chicago Med #NCIS: Los Angeles #Chicago PD #Rookie Blue #Criminal Minds #Law & Order: SVU #S.W.A.T. #NCIS #FBI

[gins-potter]

You are an excellent writer, and I love all your Matt Casey fics or drabbles. I think Matt can be a hard character to understand and write for but you manage to capture him so well.

I especially liked:

Brettsey + Tattoo

Matt Casey + Abuse

Don't Leave Me Behind (As You Walk Towards the Danger)

Will You Hold Me While I Fall Apart?

I also love your Chicago Fire Re-written fics. They are the fics that really got me shipping Sevasey romantically.

Ahhh thank you so much. Matt is a character that I hold so close to my heart and it's extra special hearing that people love the way I portray him. Any fic where I get to explore his childhood in particular are ones that I love to write. Also I'm so glad to hear you like my Chicago Fire Re-Written fics as well, and that they helped get you into Sevasey - that makes me stupid happy.

#<3 <3 <3 #answered #positivity tag #one chicago #chicago fire

[deanstead]

Brettsey + “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.” 🤍

Pairing: Matt Casey x Sylvie Brett

Word Count: 523

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of accident

A/N: This is not really beta-ed or edited but I hope you guys like this anyway! Thanks for requesting, I know I’m late at responding to all the requests hahaha!

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Sylvie looked at her watch, starting to get worried.

Matt was seldom late and even if he was he’d usually call. Sylvie took out her phone again to check, scrolling through her messages and call logs to make sure she’d gotten the time right and that he hadn’t sent her a message that he was going to be late.

Sylvie put her phone up to ear to try to call Matt again but his phone was still off. She’d tried to call Stella slightly earlier but both Stella and Kelly had seen Matt leave the loft at least an hour ago which meant that he should have been here by now.

With a concerted effort, Sylvie pushed all the other what-if scenarios out of her head. She’d at least wait a little while longer before she’d go to look for him. He was probably just delayed by something.

Just as she was about to set off for Molly’s to see if anyone had seen him, she saw him.

Matt.

The relief washed over Sylvie to see him jogging towards her before her breath caught in her throat.

“Sylvie, I’m sorry… I…”

But Sylvie couldn’t process anything past the dark patch of red across Matt’s abdomen.

“Is that blood?” Sylvie asked, her eyes still on the patch of red.

Matt could see the look in her eyes. “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-“

Sylvie shot him a look. “You are literally bleeding. Let me see.”

Matt reached forward for Sylvie’s hands as she reached out for him. “Sylvie, look at me.”

Reluctantly, she raised her head to look at Matt, tearing her eyes away from what looked like a terrifying injury.

“I’m fine. This isn’t my blood.”

Sylvie felt the knot in her stomach release. “Not your… You’re okay?”

Matt smiled and nodded, squeezing her hand. “Yes, I’m fine. There was an accident on my way here and then my phone kind of died…” He fished out his phone from his pocket, showing Sylvie the cracked and unresponsive screen.

Sylvie just reached forward, throwing her arms around him, not even slightly bothered by the fact that he had someone else’s blood on him, just relieved that he was okay.

“I look a mess but there were so many things going on, I couldn’t find a phone but I knew you’d be worried so I just ran here anyway.” Matt said, even as he put his arms gently around Sylvie.

Sylvie shook her head, pulling away now to look at him. “We don’t need a fancy date or anything. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Matt nodded. “I promise, not even a scratch.”

“Come on, we better get you home.” Sylvie said, her lips turning up into a smile as she looked at Matt again, now that she knew the blood wasn’t his. “You look like you were involved in a massacre.”

Matt just smiled and Sylvie hooked her arm into his, walking close to him, glad they’d met at a restaurant near her apartment. Matt turned his head just slightly to plant a kiss on the top of her head.

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[anothergolddustwoman]

Ok so I've never written any fics before, but I was inspired and wrote this little drabble? It is 100% inspired from the fact that Taylor dropped the All Too Well scarf yesterday. Its about Brettsey and Matt coming back for the Stellaride wedding. Again I've never done this before so bear with me. Putting it under the cut so if you are still to heartbroken to read anything about them you can skip. Personally reading fics and writing this is helping me. Idk if I'll ever add to it and make it a full fic or even write anything else, but I wanted to put this out there.

He walks back in to the apartment with lemon wallpaper he’s grown to love. He’s come back to visit for his best friend and brother’s wedding. How could he miss seeing the man he grew with in the CFD get married to the love of his life. Being able to walk down the isle with the love of his own life was also a perk.

Sylvie comes out of the bedroom and immediately spots him. Running to greet him with jump hug. He stumbles but just for a second. After a quick make out like a couple of horny teens they separate.

“Hi” they both great each other. Quick I missed yous and I love yous are exchanged.

“You left this last time you visited” Matt says as he hands Sylvie the scarf he carried with him on his flight in.

“I left it on purpose” she tells him “I wanted you to have something of mine to remember me by, and it smells like me”

“Well then I guess I’ll just take it back and keep it in my drawer” he says as he kisses her.

“You could always leave something for me.” she replies smiling.

"I think I just might have too, but first lunch I'm starving." Matt replies

They head off to the diner down the block hand in hand ready for the festivities of the coming weekend.

#And it smells like me drabble #all to well fic but not sad #matt casey #sylvie brett #brettsey #chicago fire #raq creates #raq writes #trying new things we'll see how this goes #I hope this makes sense

[brettsey-two-tts]

I'm still ugly crying over the finale and then came across this video in insta that I desperately need a Brettsey fic written of (if you're so inclined)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CdpVMrlIVs1/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

No worries if you don't want to 💜

Sylvie and Matt loved their daughter fiercely. The moment she was born, they didn’t hesitate to share her with their beloved firehouse family. Everyone cooed and awed at the miniature version of the parents because with Sylvie’s blonde hair and Matt’s blue eyes it really wasn’t hard to tell.

Sylvie transitioned from maternity leave to paternity leave, wanting to be with their daughter as much as humanly possible before she was forced to go back to work. Their daughter, Olivia, wasn’t fussy and was normally very quiet, which was something they did not expect at all. During the late stages of Sylvie’s pregnancy, she and Matt dreaded the nights when they would be jolted awake by sharp cries but seldomly did it happen. After feeding, Matt would carry her against his shoulder and she’d fall asleep almost instantly. Sylvie spent every single second doting her husband from afar as he carefully lowered their daughter into her crib; it was when she noticed his tendency to linger at the peaceful sight of his sleeping daughter. (When she asked what he was thinking about, he told her, ‘Everything’. He was basking in the wholeness of his family and all the unconditional love that surrounded them. He felt so very lucky.)

On the days that Matt had to go to work, he spent at least ten minutes saying goodbye to his wife and his daughter. Their daughter would reach out to him, expecting him to hold her and carry her around the house, but since he had to leave for work soon, he couldn’t. He would eventually give in and carry her for a minute or two, but the moment he had to give her back to Sylvie, it felt like his heart was crumbling. As he drove off in his truck, he’d look in the rear view mirror and see Sylvie and Olivia waving goodbye at him. Knowing how dangerous his job was, he’d whisper his promise to return to them.

When Matt returned the next day, he would spend all morning with his daughter, telling her how much he missed her and how much he loved her. One day, after putting Olivia down for her afternoon nap, he confessed to Sylvie how much he missed them and how weird it was being at the firehouse while they were at home. She tried to do her best to console and reassure her husband, but she could practically see his heart break in two, so she did her best to cheer him up during his long shifts by sending him pictures of her and Olivia throughout the day.

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When Olivia turned one year old, Stella and Violet thought it was a cute idea to see what type of firefighter she would want to be when she grew up. They put three objects on the table: a children’s firefighter helmet, a stethoscope, and a navy blue kids hat that said ‘Squad 3’. Even though it was just for fun, Matt and Sylvie vowed to support their daughter in whatever she wanted to do in the future. Before they brought Olivia to the table, their daughter’s eyes were already set on one particular object. As they brought her closer, Matt watched in awe as Olivia immediately reached for the small firefighter’s helmet. His heart absolutely soared at the sight of his daughter looking so happy in her new shiny red helmet, and when her sparkling blue eyes met his thereafter and the words ‘Dada’ excitedly left her lips, he teared up. It wasn’t until Sylvie cooed at how cute she looked and asked, “You want to be a firefighter like Daddy?”, did tears roll down his cheeks.

On a particular day, one that Sylvie used furlough for to give Cindy Herrmann a day off of having to watch their daughter, Matt spent his usual ten minutes saying goodbye. He kissed Olivia on the head, ruffled her hair a bit, and basked in her tiny giggles, and then he kissed Sylvie softly on the lips for a little longer than usual.

His gaze lingered on his wife and soon, a loving smile appeared. “I love you,” he said softly. There was a twinkle in his eye as his head lolled a bit to the side, almost silently hinting at another kiss. He loved Sylvie so much; while they were cuddled under the sheets and awaiting slumber, he’d often tell her how much he loved her and how thankful he was to have someone like her as his wife and as his daughter’s mother. His dream of having a family came true and he never failed to show Sylvie how lucky he felt.

Sylvie adoringly beamed at her husband. “I love you, too, Matt.” Their lips met a few more times before they reminded themselves of their tiny human between them.

“Wuw you, Dada!” Olivia squeaked with a wet smile.

Matt and Sylvie’s ears perked and then their eyes widened in shock. Up until then, Olivia had only said ‘Mama’ and ‘Dada’ and sometimes ‘Yeryer’ (her stuffed tiger that she often carried around).

“Did she just…?” Matt asked in awe.

Sylvie’s grin widened at the realization. “She did!” She smoothed out her daughter’s blonde hair and gave her cheek a kiss. “Can you say it again, Olivia?” Both of them held their breath as they watched closely in anticipation.

A moment passed before Olivia looked between her parents and happily repeated, ‘Wuw you!’.

She didn’t know what the words meant and almost looked confused why her parents were excitedly smothering her with hugs and kisses. Sylvie bounced their daughter in her arms as they celebrated her new words and when she returned her gaze to Matt, she felt her heart stop. Matt was smiling warmly at their daughter as love and affection seemed to visibly pour out of his chest. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, tears welled in his eyes, and he gasped a couple of breaths. He looked so incredibly happy.

He held his emotions behind pressed lips and almost choked out, “I don’t know if I can leave for work, Sylvie.”

Sylvie chuckled softly and moved closer to her husband so they could sandwich their daughter between them. Matt wrapped his arms around the both of them and kissed Olivia’s head.

“We’ll be here when you get back,” she reassured him.

Matt reluctantly left, but not without smothering his daughter in wet and sloppy kisses that he knew would make her giggle.

That adorably infectious bubbly giggling sound replayed in his head many times during his shift and it made him miss them that much more. Stella picked up on her Captain’s small pouts and frowns, and when she asked him if everything was okay, he practically gushed about Olivia’s new words. He confessed that he felt horrible for leaving afterward and continued to let out lengthy sighs. It wasn’t the first time she had seen Matt look so sad; his depressed mood was practically expected after entering fatherhood. So, she tried to think of a way to cheer him up, but truth be told, there was only one thing, or rather two things, that could cheer him up. Stella confided in Violet about her plan and together, the two called in a favor.

Later that same day, Truck and Ambo were called out to a small fire. What started out as a small grease pan fire turned into a full-blown kitchen fire. Thankfully, all that was needed was a good hosing from a fire extinguisher and some assessment from a couple of paramedics.

With the situation in the kitchen very much under control, Matt walked out of the house to see if Violet and the floater needed any extra help.

“We’re good over here,” Violet told him as they were wrapping up one of the victims.

Matt nodded in acknowledgment and turned around to talk to Stella about the situation in the kitchen.

“Any clean-up needed?” Matt curiously asked.

Stella shook her head. “The fire pretty much charred the walls and melted most of the surrounding appliances but the ceiling looked decent. They should definitely think about remodeling.”

Matt looked like he was about to smirk at her comment until something out of the corner of his eyes caught his attention. He did a double-take at the familiar red firefighter’s helmet and blonde hair. His heart fluttered and a beaming grin immediately spread across his face as he watched his daughter run up to him in sneakers, a lilac skirt, and a little white CFD shirt (Sylvie tried to mimic his white Captain polo), all while wearing her red firefighter’s helmet on her head.

His heart skipped and soared at the image of his daughter practically dressed like him (sans turnout gear). He looked so incredibly happy as he bent down to pick her up. “Hi, Sweetpea. What are you doing here? Did you already learn how to drive?” He turned to his wife that was cautiously trailing behind their daughter to make sure she didn’t fall and flashed a very surprised look. “Hi, Honey,” he greeted her with a grin that could only get bigger and bigger. “What are you guys doing here?”

Sylvie, dressed in a pair of faded denim jeans, a white blouse, and tennis shoes, mimicked her husband’s elated smile. “Stella and Violet said you were missing your family a lot, so they texted me when you guys got called out. They figured you could use a pick-me-up during your long shift.”

Matt’s eyebrows raised at the mention and gave Stella a curious look. Stella shrugged nonchalantly, as if the whole thing was no big deal, and replied, “We can’t have our Captain lose his morale, now can we?” She was honestly just happy to see her Captain smile again.

Sylvie looked on proudly as she encouragingly and gently asked their daughter, “Do you remember what we practice today, Olivia? Can you tell Daddy?”

While the red firefighter’s hat looked a little too big for Olivia’s head, she nonetheless looked up at her dad, who was wearing his own helmet, and said in a soft murmur, “Wuw you, Dada”. Matt gasped in awe; words nearly clogged in his throat as he hugged Olivia to his chest, despite his turnout gear, and replied, “I love you, too, Sweetpea.”

Stella watched Sylvie move closer to Matt as they privately basked in the overwhelming cuteness that was their daughter. She then offered to take a picture of the family and was soon handed Sylvie’s phone. If Stella could note one thing about her observation of Matt Casey and his daughter, it was that Olivia Casey had her dad completely and utterly wrapped around her little finger.

#brettsey #matt casey #sylvie brett #brettsey-drabbles #brettsey-prompts #my tear ducts are literally dry from this #this whole fic had me crying #matt casey is such a girl dad you cant change my mind #also sorry to anon for changing a few things based off the video #excuse me while i cry forever at the thought of sylvie and matt having kids

[justoneofthoseghosts]

Brettsey and “You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.” 

This prompt looked interesting!

Okay, honestly, this one was a bit challenging 😅 but hey, I tried my best.

Matt shuffles Julia in his arms as he makes an attempt to grab her bottle from the kitchen table. She coos softly, resting her cheek against his chest. He grins down at her. He loved how she did that every so often, like she liked listening to his heartbeat. He kisses the top of her head earning another soft coo followed by some drool on his shirt.

He glances down at the baby again resisting a groan. He had just changed an hour ago since Julia decided to fling some mashed sweet potato at him during breakfast.

Julia looks up at him with her big, blue eyes and he melts. He could never be mad at her - she was his sweet Julia, light of his life and one of the best things to have ever happened to him.

As he grabs hold of the bottle, his eyes catch something else on the table. It's a letter with the CFD logo on the upper right side. His curiosity gets the better of him. He rearranges Julia again in his arms before taking a seat. He reads the letter slowly while feeding the baby her milk.

For a second, he feels guilty but it wasn't snooping if it was lying there out in the open, right?

His eyebrows shoot up as he continues to read. It's a commendation letter for Sylvie for kickstarting Paramedicine. It mentioned she was going to be honored at the CFD gala in two weeks. He smiles. It was a long overdue recognition in his opinion. Sylvie's program has done wonders for the city of Chicago by making sure CFD paramedics were directed to emergencies while still providing care to other residents with non-life threatening emergencies. It amazed him on a near daily basis, even more so when he decided to ride along with her for a shift. He really felt how many people Sylvie helped out and saved.

"Your mom's a brilliant woman, Jules," he whispers at the baby.

She blinks up at him, one hand still on her half empty bottle.

He grins at her, looking up as the door clicks open.

"Hey," Sylvie greets, smiling warmly at Matt and Julia when she spots them in the kitchen.

She had a bag of groceries in her arms, beginning to explain how she got some banana and strawberries they could make Julia try since she recently started on solids.

He raises an eyebrow at her. Clearly, she wasn't going to tell him about the commendation. Come to think of it, she didn't even mention it when he asked last night if she wanted him to take anything to the dry cleaners in time for the event.

"What?" she questions at the strange look on his face.

"You're getting a commendation, Sylvie," he tells her, pointing to the letter, "we should go out and celebrate."

She laughs, shrugging it off, "oh that - it's not a big deal. You know how I hate being the center of attention."

He truly did.

They were alike in that sense. Both of them did their jobs because they loved it not because they were chasing after recognition and awards. They kept their heads down and did the work but Sylvie deserved to be celebrated. An idea forms in his head. He'll probably have a lot of help planning and executing it but thankfully, he could still count on his 51 family. Ben and Griffin were definitely going to help too.

He gets up just as Julia finishes her bottle. He re-places it on the table, cradling Julia close before walking over to Sylvie.

"Okay - nothing big then," he proposes, "maybe dinner one of these days?"

She smiles at him, leaning close to kiss Julia on the cheek.

"Sure," she agrees, "dinner sounds wonderful."

---

A lot of coordination goes into planning Sylvie's big celebration. Herrmann and Mouch agree to have it at Molly's. All of Sylvie's close friends were coming and more importantly, her parents. He called them the day after he found the letter, explaining how Sylvie was getting this big award. They laughed when he told him how she didn't want a huge celebration, saying it sounded exactly like their daughter. They would be flying in from Indiana, eager to spend more time with the whole family, especially with little Julia.

He had it all accounted for, even making a spreadsheet like the one Sylvie had for their wedding. He kind of understood why she liked them so much but hoped he rarely needed to bust them out ever. They were more of her thing anyway.

What he didn't expect would be a challenge was getting Sylvie to Molly's. They were there most of their nights off but tonight, Sylvie seemed to want to stay at home, cuddling on the couch with Julia while watching an old rom com she loved.

He lets out of breath, thinking of an excuse, any excuse really for them to go. He already arranged for Griffin to take Sylvie's car fitted with the car seat to bring Julia to Molly's after they left. He grumbles when he gets a text from Stella asking where they were, clenching and unclenching his fist.

"What's going on, Matt?" Sylvie asks, having tuned into his anxious energy.

He sighs. He really wants to keep it a secret but all of it was going down the drain if he didn't get her to the bar fast.

Screw it. Some things were meant to be spoiled. It’s for the best.

"Everyone's waiting for us at Molly's."

She raises an eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

"I planned something for you tonight to celebrate your award," he admits.

"Matt -" she begins, eyes going wide, face reddening.

It didn't look like she was angry, maybe more embarrassed that he made a really big deal out of her award. He sees her expression change to one of surprise then wonder.

"You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise," he starts out hopefully. "I just really wanted this chance to celebrate you and all the good things you've done for this city. I hope you're not mad."

She smiles at him before biting down on her lower lip, "I'm not mad."

"No?"

She shakes her head, "it's incredibly sweet of you to do that - unnecessary but incredibly sweet."

He walks over to her, sitting close to her on the couch, "it is always necessary to celebrate you. In fact, we should make that a rule - celebrations are mandatory in this family."

He tickles Julia, "am I right, munchkin?"

Julia giggles happily. He beams.

"She agrees with me," he says proudly.

She lets out a tinkling laugh, shaking her head again.

"I love you," she tells him.

He smiles widely. There was a time when he thought he'd never hear her say that to him ever again. He savors it every time she tells him this, always saying it back.

"I love you too."

He leans in to place a soft kiss on her lips before taking Julia from her.

"Come on, Jules - we need to get ready for Mommy's big party," he says as the baby coos.

Sylvie smiles at him, pinching the baby's cheek lightly, earning a squeal from Julia.

He glances back towards her, "can I ask that you act surprised later? They all put in a lot of effort."

"I can try," she tells him, "but I'm not a very good actress."

They both burst out laughing. It was true but Matt didn't think anyone would notice anyway. He didn't tell her that her parents were coming too so there was still some element of surprise left in the night, one he hopes would be a special and memorable one for Sylvie.

#brettsey #drabbles #last prompt done! #I know the ending is kind of abrupt but felt like a good place to end #I am definitely a rusty writer haha

[girlmadeofstarlight]

i just discovered your writing and stories when I was searching the Chicago Fire tag on AO3. your stories are so much fun. are there any that your wrote that are your favorite?

Oh wow, thank you for the lovely comment. You just made my Friday!

AO3 is the best! I have also discovered amazing stories and writers especially in the Chicago Fire fandom and the Brettsey writers are extraordinary and so very talented - I look forward to their stories when they post because of the creative worlds they have created!

I'm a novice writer, so your comment means a lot. I write for fun and it really is a creative outlet for me. I am really still learning, still trying to strengthen my skills as a writer and storyteller.

To your question, sorry I can go off on random tangents - ha!, I like each story I have written but there are few that I hold dear to my heart:

Bidding Wars - was my first multi-chapter story and really my introduction to fan fic. It was fun writing the different scenarios for each chapter and I am very happy on how it turned out.

Carrying Your Love With Me - My second multi-chapter story but my first big AU Brettsey Story. This one is very dear to me because I have included a few personal touches since I grew up on small ranch and adding those details have been so much fun. Following the chapters of one of my favorite singers also makes writing this one so much fun!

What a Beautiful Day - I absolutely loved writing this one. I intended for this story to be a short drabble but it turned out to be a 11,000 word story. It was based off a song I heard on the radio and I am so happy on how it played out.

For Love Came Just in Time - too be honest, this one has taken me by complete surprise. I had a random thought of an AU story, it was only supposed to be a one-shot story but the response for additional chapters has been incredible. I'm still debating if I want to expand this world.

Thanks so much for your comment and question!

#anonymous asks

[roselarkiin]

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 😬

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

Brettsey + Tattoo

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pZg6uqP

by gins_potter

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.”

Short drabble to fill the prompt Brettsey + Tattoo

Words: 611, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Chicago Fire

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey

Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey

Additional Tags: Tattoos, Fluff, honestly, not much to this one, Pre-Relationship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pZg6uqP

#chicago fire #chicago fire fanfic #ao3feed #fanfic

[sylvies-chen]

Brettsey prompt 85

85. “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

Sylvie likes fall. She swears she does.

There are a million things she likes about this season. Pumpkin spiced lattes, bright and colourful leaves, warm apple cider while curling up and reading a book. It's a cozy season when she's indoors. Only she's outside a lot, responding to calls throughout the city while at work and walking to get groceries when she's not. And fall when outdoors is a whole other story, because the one thing Sylvie hates about fall is the wind. The damn, chilly wind.

Books and poems make it seem so pleasing and elegant, describing fall as having a cool and crisp autumn wind. She quickly comes to the conclusion that everyone who describes it like that is just plain nuts. It brings a beautiful elegance to an otherwise crappy sensation. It's not a dainty or pretty wind, the fall Chicago wind. No, no. It's relentless. It howls in the night, stings at her skin, makes her nose and cheeks rosy and her fingers numb. It's called the windy city for a reason, Sylvie. gets that. But damn, if it isn't annoying.

That's why she's sort of dreading leaving shift. They haven't had a call for the entire last hour of shift and she's been reveling in the warmth the firehouse provides her. The heating has finally kicked in and Sylvie couldn't be happier about it. It gets to the point where when the clock hits the end of shift, she doesn't want to leave. The wind is out there and any time spent avoiding it is time well-spent, she figures.

She's waiting at the door to the firehouse, trying her best to walk out the door, but she just can't bring herself to do it. Call her childish, call her weak, but she just wants to put off leaving as much as possible.

"Hey. You okay?"

She hears a voice from behind her, low and soothing and familiar. Matt stands behind her, giving her a curious look when she turns around and meets his eye.

She's not scared of the wind but whatever the reason for her disdain towards the Chicago wind this year, it's not exactly something she can admit without feeling at least a little silly. Especially to her boyfriend. So she tries to brush it off. "Nothing," she assures him. "Just a long shift, I guess."

Sylvie still eyes the outdoors, uneasy as she moves back from the door to lessen the distance between her and Matt. He notices it, she thinks. Or maybe he doesn't. She doesn't know, really, but for some reason he puts his shoulder bag down and starts taking off his jacket. "Here," he tells her. "Take my jacket. It's cold outside."

Her heart feels like melting right then and there.

Maybe he knows about her disdain for the wind. Maybe he picked up on it at some point in the day, or just in general has seen how cool-blooded she is. Sylvie can't tell. Something in her gut tells her he doesn't know though. She looks in his eyes, sees his regular solemn and caring look mixed with slight innocence, and can just tell. This isn't intentional, Matt Casey really just wants her to stay warm. No prompting required.

She smiles and moves into the jacket as he slips the sleeves onto each arm from behind. His jacket is at least two sizes too big on her, but he's been wearing it for a few minutes now, she thinks, because it's warm. It warms her up instantly-- and it smells like him.

When she turns back around, he's picking up his shoulder bag again and meeting her eye. "You ready to get out of here?"

"Yeah," she nods, "but aren't you going to be freezing? It's windy out there."

"It won't bother me," he shrugs simply. "I don't mind weathering it for a few minutes until we get to the truck. Then we can just spend the rest of the day on your couch staying warm and watching movies."

Sylvie gnaws at her lip, unsuccessful at fighting the smile that creeps onto her face. It's an overwhelming sensation of comfort and happiness and love for Matt, all wrapped up in one. So much love.

"That sounds perfect," she hums contentedly. "How did I get so lucky?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," he replies smoothly with a soft grin.

They're both smiling as they lean in for a kiss, which isn't unusual for them. Their smiles fade as their lips connect, press together tenderly. It's nothing too heavy or inappropriate for work since they're still in the firehouse, but he's pulling her in by the collar of his jacket she's wearing and she'll admit, that gesture alone is tempting her to take it further.

"I like you in my jacket," he replies after they pull away, his voice gruff and low. "It should get cold more often."

"Oh trust me, it will," she replies amusedly. "The wind will never miss a chance to make it miserable outside."

"It almost sounds like you don't like the wind."

"I don't," she confirms. "But I like wearing your jacket, so maybe there's a silver lining somewhere here."

He gives a sweet smile with his chuckle, looping his arm in hers. "It's not so bad. Come on, I'll shield you from it on the way to the truck."

"My hero," she teases, leaning her head on his shoulder as they walk out.

The wind still sucks, but she isn't nearly as cold with Matt's jacket on, tucked in at his side as they make their way out of the firehouse. It's comforting and warm and makes her hate the Chicago wind just a little bit less.

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[write4life13]

I got bored on my flight so I wrote a little drabble. I also wanted an excuse to write fluffy Brettsey so here’s a prompt from Pinterest. I hope you like it 🙂 Words: 383

Prompt: “I warned you.”

They had been dating for two months now. Each of them is comfortable enough leaving clothes at the other’s place for staying the night. After all of Squad made it safely out of the water, the CFD gave them the next two shifts off to recuperate. Though 51 was weird with an entire new floater group, they were relieved it was only for two shifts and not for the rest of their careers. During this time, Matt stayed more at Sylvie’s apartment to avoid “Nurse Stella” as he called her.

When Sylvie woke up, she didn’t feel the warmth of his skin touching hers. The smell of freshly made coffee and pancakes invited her to get up. “Good morning,” she rubbed her eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight streaming into her apartment, “I have two pancakes already made, you can have those.” Matt was focused on the pancakes so he didn’t see Sylvie slip behind him until her ice cold hands were under his shirt. “Jesus Syl, your hands are ice cubes.”

“It’s what happens when I don’t have my heater to warm them up,” she smirked, taking her hands out from under his grey CFD shirt. She dipped a finger into the pancake batter but Matt saw this and knowing her so well he dodged the first attempt of her smearing it on his face. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” Matt warned but he was too slow to stop the second attempt and the pancake batter ended on his nose before Sylvie backed away with her “come get me” smile.

“Oh it’s on now,” he said and quickly turned off the stove, “I warned you!” He laughed and made his way towards his girlfriend where he proceeded to pick her up as they moved to the bedroom.

An hour later they were intertwined in each other’s arms. Sylvie was rubbing her thumb against Matt’s cheek when he spoke up, “we should get away,” he shifted in the bed for a better view of her face. “We never did take that anywhere in the world trip we talked about. Severide and squad are fine so maybe next furlough. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect.” They stayed there for another minute before the rumble of Sylvie’s stomach made them both laugh.

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